Cum bubbled in his balls, threatening to shoot off at any minute.
He looked down his body, watching Mason’s head working over his cock. Up and down. Up and down. Mason would bring his dark head up until he almost lost the crown of Cole’s cock and then he would suck his way back down again.
“He’s so beautiful, Master.” Kitten watched the whole scene with a lovely, angelic grin on her face.
“Yes, he is.”
Mason’s eyes came up, catching hers, and Cole could feel the connection between them. Mason’s hand reached out and Kitten held it. Never once did Mason falter, simply kept up his work as he threaded his fingers through hers. Kitten’s arm came around Cole’s shoulder and for a second they were so connected. For just a minute he was part of a family again.
And then he couldn’t take another second. His balls drew up. “I’m going to come, Mason. It’s your choice if you want to swallow or finish me with your hand.”
It was too early to truly demand that of Mason. He had to be careful with him. Mason was like a dog who’d been kicked once too often. He wanted love and affection, but he could bite at a moment’s notice.
A huff tingled along his dick. Even with his mouth filled with cock, Mason could sound sarcastic.
“He won’t finish you with his hand. He’s going to suck you down and then he’s going to kiss me so I know what you taste like, too,” Kitten said. Cole had heard many women talk dirty to him, but with Kitten it wasn’t about the sex. It was about being close to them and that did something for him.
Mason groaned and that was all it took. Cole shot off like a cannon. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as sweet relief flooded his body.
Sure enough, Mason sucked him dry. He pulled and nursed his cock until there was nothing left. As he finally released him, Cole let his body sag against the couch and realized he would do just about anything to keep them safe.
He’d just gone over the edge and there was no going back.
Chapter Twelve
Kitten’s heart was pounding in her chest as she watched Mason lick the Master’s cock. His tongue ran all over Cole’s erection which—though softer than before—was still impressive. He lapped at it, gathering every ounce of cum that coated it.
Was this really going to happen? Would she be able to erase all the bad things from before with this moment?
She looked at the two of them and realized she didn’t actually want to. What had happened to her had also brought her here and this was where she wanted to be.
Maybe bad things happened, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t find some ounce of good in them. Without her captivity, she wouldn’t have found this. She likely would have married her boyfriend and settled into a marriage where her submission was expected, but not honored.
Mason sat up, staring at her. His lips were a deep ruby red, his hair tousled and all the more lovely for it. “Kitten, you don’t have to be afraid. If you don’t want to, it’s all right. I’ll need a very cold shower, but I would never push you.”
What was he talking about? “I’m not afraid.”
She was terribly, righteously horny though. And she was fairly certain she’d never been as wet as she was in that moment. She was grateful the Master had chosen leather for the furniture. He’d been very smart to do so.
Cole’s face was flushed, his body relaxed though he reached up to touch her cheek. “You’re crying, pet.”
Was she? “Not because I’m afraid.” How did she tell them and not sound like the crazy person everyone thought she was? “I’m happy. I don’t know if that’s the right word. I’m ready. I want to be here. I’m excited, but I also think that it’s not just sex. I kind of thought it would just be sex. So I guess if I’m scared of anything, it’s that it’s just sex for you two. I think that would make me sad.”
For years she wanted just that. She’d wanted sex because it would prove that what happened to her had truly been abnormal, a twist in her fate that didn’t have to lead to something bad. She’d just wanted to know that sex for her could be something fun and pleasurable. She wanted to truly know why Nat smiled and her whole body softened when Ben or Chase walked into a room.
But she’d just realized that simple sex wouldn’t answer that question. What Nat had with Ben and Chase went far beyond sex.
Dear god she wanted to be loved, and she was fairly certain she would die if they turned her down, but she couldn’t stay quiet.
She was becoming again. As she had become something different after Hawk. After meeting Julian. It was odd how she’d found these moments when she knew she wouldn’t be the same. The moment that Hawk had taken her had been a turning point, and the Katherine she’d been had died. The moment that Nat had reached for her hand in the cage had been another. When Nat had been taken again and she’d realized she would go back into the cage to save her friend—that was the moment she’d known she was really ready, the moment she’d realized she could be strong, too.
And this…
“I don’t want to sleep with either of you until you know you want to stay with me.” She took a deep breath. “I’m sorry if I’ve been leading you on. I didn’t mean to and maybe if it weren’t the two of you, I could see it as just sex, but I want more. I want to mean more than that. I want to be special.”
She’d never been special. She’d been the unworthy replacement for the child her parents had lost. She’d been one of many in the cage, useless, replaceable. She’d been an object of pity at The Club. She didn’t blame them for that. They were trying to help her and though she’d often been angry with Julian for not allowing her to explore, she was happy now because she’d just realized that sex was something in between what she’d learned from her parents and what she’d learned in the world.
It was a gift but not one she could only give once. There was no real prize to a person’s virginity. There was something beautiful in sharing her soul, and that’s what she wanted sex to be for her.
Mason stood, his gorgeous body proud and tall. “I have no intention of leaving you. It’s early to say things like I love you, but I’ve come to truly care about you. I think it’s heading to love and I kind of thought I wouldn’t do that again. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted a woman and if you let me, I’ll show you, but I won’t stop caring about you if you want to wait. I won’t walk away.”
Cole stared at her. “We have a contract, Kitten.”
Yes, they had a contract that lasted for six months, a contract that stated all the rights and responsibilities of each partner and it contained not a word about love. At the time it seemed like a comfortable thing, but she was starting to wonder if it wasn’t a cage, too. “I know, Master.”
“I don’t want you to leave me after six months.” His expression didn’t change, but she could hear the vulnerability in his voice.
They didn’t view her as replaceable. It was all she needed to hear. She wrapped her arms around her Master’s strong body and planted a kiss on his cheek. “I don’t want to leave either. I’m happy here.”
Cole turned slightly and she found herself in his arms. He easily hoisted her onto his lap. She could feel his cock stirring to life against her bottom. She’d been naked in front of him many times and he’d given her several orgasms, but this was different. This was far more intimate, went beyond service. “I’m happy with both my submissives. I think we work well together, don’t you?”
His arms bound her to him, but his eyes sought out Mason’s. There was a wariness to the question. Her Masters were still circling each other, deciding whether to fuck or fight. Kitten knew what she would vote for, but this was something they had to work out. She’d tried to play the go between, but at the end they had to decide to love each other again.
“We do,” Mason said gravely.
“Then you’ll sign a contract?” If there was one thing she’d figured out about her Master, it was that contracts were necessary. He needed them to feel safe. “We haven’t made it formal.”
r /> Something passed over Mason’s face, something dark, but it was gone in a moment. “Of course. I want rights to our girl. I want to formally top her. I want rights to discipline her, to fuck her when I want, but most of all I want rights to protect her.”
“I’ll put them in the contract. And I’ll write another for all three of us. One without an end date. We’ll go to The Club tomorrow and Julian can negotiate.”
Mason turned the sweetest shade of pink. “I don’t know that I’ll be welcome there. I might have told Master Julian to fuck himself the last time we talked.”
Cole chuckled and kissed her shoulder, his hand starting to play against her thigh. It was inching closer and closer to her pussy. “Then we should expect a bit of public punishment before Julian concedes. I’ll bring the single tail.”
Kitten sighed. He hadn’t used the single tail on her yet. Mason got to have all the fun.
Cole’s fingers teased at her. “So is that settled enough for you, pet? Because I worry that Mason might expire if you don’t let him touch you soon.”
She looked up at Mason and his cock was straining. The thought of public punishment had done something to him. It was all right because she could ease him. She could finally have something of her own. Master Cole took his contracts seriously. He wanted her to stay and he wanted Mason with them.
One big finger slipped over the petals of her sex and Kitten couldn’t help but squirm.
“No moving unless I tell you to.” Cole growled in her ear, the sound rumbling along her skin. “This is my playtime. Mason can have you in a minute. I want to watch him fuck you, pet. I want to watch that big cock of his take this sweet little pussy and split it wide.”
She laid her head against his shoulder and tried not to move. It was so hard because Cole’s fingers were teasing her, playing in and around her pussy, never quite touching her clitoris.
“Master, could you spread her legs for me?” Mason asked.
“You want a taste of her, too?” Cole shifted her, spreading her legs with his own. She was laid out on his body, offered up to his partner for their pleasure. “I think Mason wants to play a little, too. You’re awfully wet, pet.”
She couldn’t help it. She was going to go crazy under Cole’s torturing hands. “I’ve never…” It was hard to talk. She watched as Mason got to his knees between Cole’s legs. He was staring at her pussy, watching the way Cole spread her and showed her off. “No one has ever…”
“Eaten your pussy?” Mason licked his lips, beautiful full lips that were about to touch her tenderest flesh.
She shook her head. “No. Oddly enough my pleasure didn’t mean much to my captor. I am very good at giving however.”
Mason stopped and frowned.
Kitten groaned. “I’m supposed to talk about it. Leo says I should say what I feel when I feel it rather than bottling it up.”
Cole’s hands softened on her skin. “What are you feeling now, pet? We don’t want you to be afraid.”
“I’m feeling frustrated because you’re both treating me like I’m breakable and I would much rather you treat me like I’m edible, and if Mason doesn’t lick me soon, I’m going to throw a bratastic fit to end all fits.” Her friend Georgia had told her sometimes a fit could turn the tide. It might lead to a spanking, but they had to stop. She needed to talk about it. It was her only real experience. She didn’t cry every time a memory came up. It was nice to be able to talk about it.
She couldn’t pretend it hadn’t happened. She couldn’t act like that was a blank space in her history.
Cole’s fingers came up to pinch her nipples hard. Pain flared and it seemed to go straight to her pussy. The pain fed her arousal. “You be polite to the man who’s going to eat your pussy. Mason, I think what our sub is trying to say is that she wants us to stop treating her like she’s damaged. She’s strong. She knows what she can take and what she can’t. Let’s start to trust her.”
Mason looked up at her. “I can do that.”
He leaned over and then Kitten couldn’t think anymore. His tongue swiped across her pussy. Warm wet kisses lit up her system, sparking across her skin. Only Cole’s strong arms kept her where she was. She felt like she was melting.
Mason’s tongue moved over her labia, not missing an inch of her flesh. Long strokes of his tongue had her panting. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt before. All the orgasms her Masters had given her had come from toys or over the barrier of clothes. There had been no skin to skin contact. There had been no arms around her. Sure as anything, there had been no curious tongues.
Pure pleasure swamped her senses. Mason’s fingers parted her labia as he worked her flesh.
She wanted to thrust her pelvis against him, to sink her hands into his hair and force him to fuck her harder. She couldn’t because Cole held her tight. He tethered her, keeping her connected when she might float away. Mason was playing, teasing her. A single finger taunted her as Mason sank it deep.
“You’re so tight.” Mason said the words against her pussy, his voice vibrating on her flesh. “You’re going to hug me so tight when I get inside you. Do you know how much I want to shove my cock inside you?”
“He’s going to fuck you so well, pet. He fucks like a god. It’s his true talent in life,” Cole whispered against her ear. “He takes his partner’s pleasure seriously.”
“She’s more than my partner,” Mason said, shoving his nose into her pussy and taking a long whiff. “Fuck, you smell good. And you’re not my partner. You’re my sweet sub. You matter to me. Everything about you matters to me. Don’t think this is just one in a long line. You’re important to me.”
And that was all she could ask for. Well, that and an orgasm that was shared for once.
Mason went back to eating her like she was the best dessert he’d ever tasted.
Cole’s hands wandered once she settled down and managed to do what he’d ordered her to. His legs held hers open wide while his hands came up to cup her breasts, playing with her nipples and pinching them to just the right point of pain. “Do you know how much I love those sounds you make? I love to hear your whimpers and cries. They make your Master hard.”
His erection proved his words. Cole’s cock had come back to life and he was rigid against her back.
“Give her one, Mason. Give her one and then I want to watch her take that cock of yours,” Cole commanded.
“With pleasure, Master.” Mason sucked her clit hard and she came apart.
“Don’t be quiet. No more of that. I don’t give a fuck who hears,” Cole growled in her ear. “I want all your sounds. I want you to scream for us.”
She’d had to be so quiet before. Hawk punished any sound she made. She’d taken some of the worst beatings and never made a peep. It was hard to change that behavior. It was her nature to be quiet, to hide what she felt.
She managed to let a moan out. It was small, almost a whisper.
“I’ll have my scream,” Mason promised. He stood up and she couldn’t help but see his cock. It was weeping with pre-cum, nearly pulsing in front of her. He was going to use that big, gorgeous weapon on her and it wouldn’t hurt. He wouldn’t let it. He cared about her.
He reached down and just for a moment, Cole held her.
“Have you changed your mind?” Mason asked, his voice tight. “If you have, I should leave. I can meet you two at home, but I don’t think I can sit by and not be involved.”
Cole kissed her ear. “No, I haven’t. I’m just nervous. She’s precious to me.”
“It’s a gift you’re giving me,” Mason allowed. “I promise to take care of her.”
Cole whispered. “Don’t think my allowing Mason to have you first means anything but the fact that I’m bigger than he is and you’re quite small. I don’t want to hurt you. I think Mason will handle it better than I would. Besides, he’s quite good at taking a lover’s virginity. I should know.”
“You weren’t the only one who was a virgin, you know,” Mason said.
It was all there, their shared history laid out and filled with love and longing, and if she played her cards right, she could be a part of their future.
She took Mason’s hand and he helped her up and then she was in his arms.
“This is how you taste. You and Cole, you’re still on my lips. Together.” His mouth covered hers, devouring her lips as surely as he’d taken her pussy.
Heat flared again. Her body, languorous a moment before, sparked right back to life. Greedy. She was greedy for pleasure, greedy to feel his body on hers. He licked across her bottom lip before plunging his tongue deep. She could taste herself on him. Salty and the slightest bit sweet. She let her tongue rub against his. They were all there. She and Cole were on Mason’s tongue, mixing together.
Mason held her close, fitting her to his body. He was so big. Not as tall and broad as their Master, but Mason was at least five inches taller than her. He made her feel delicate and fragile. Oddly though she knew she should be scared of that, she found it arousing. Mason had all that power in his body and she knew how he could use it, but his hands were gentle. His mouth dominated, but she knew she could stop him at any moment.
She was in charge. Though she was submitting to him, to both of them, these were men who would stop at a single word.
Big hands cupped her breasts and she felt Cole at her back. Surrounded. She couldn’t turn without one of her men blocking her way. She was safe here in their arms. Safe in a way she’d never been before. Julian had protected her, her Doms had watched out for her, but these men wanted her. They wanted to know her inside and out and she had to figure out who she was because they wouldn’t let her play the games she’d played before.
She’d tried to break it down to sex, just sex, no emotions involved. Simple pleasure was all she’d wanted. She thought it would empower her, but now she saw what she’d been doing. It was safer to not care, to not need. She was on a ledge with these men. They could do what Hawk hadn’t managed. They could destroy her. They could rip her up, but they could also free her.