And there was Olivia, right beside Keane, looking sogloriously feminine it hurt.She had one hand on Keane’s strong back and theother disappeared under Garrett’s torso.
Then he knew where that graceful hand had gone.Her nailsscraped against his tight balls, and he heard his own whimper.It was the soundof a man who wanted so desperately to prolong the experience, but he couldn’t.When that soft palm cupped him and Keane’s mouth encased the full length of hiscock, Garrett couldn’t hold on another second.He let go, jets of semen flowingfrom him as intense pleasure took all his willpower.In that moment, he wasnothing but a vessel for feeling and emotion.It lit him from the inside out.
When Keane sat back, he looked at Olivia.“Kiss me.Tastehim on my lips.”
Garrett watched, his whole soul at peace.He finally hadeverything he ever needed.
* * * *
Olivia moved in, eager to kiss her Master.That scenehad gotten her so hot she could barely breathe.
Why had she ever stayed away from this?This was everything.Perhaps because it wasn’t right before.This was right.This was fate.Allthree of them entangled, meshed together like they were only complete with theother two.
And her momma was right.Two guys together was hot as hell.Especially when she knew they would finish with each other and then turn allthat lust on her.
This was where she belonged.All the love she’d offered upbefore had done nothing but prepare her for this, for the real thing.
Keane’s hand caught her waist and pulled her in.His lipswere gorgeously swollen, and there was the faintest drop of fluid clingingthere.Olivia leaned forward and swiped her tongue across his plump bottom lip,coating it in Garrett’s arousal.Like she’d said he tasted amazing.Salty andmasculine.
Keane growled, and his hand cupped the nape of her neck,forcing it back in a show of dominance that got her even wetter than she’d beenbefore.She was fairly certain every drop of moisture in her body was nowpooled in her pussy.“You drive me crazy, baby.Thank you for shaking us up.”
Before she could come back with a witty retort, he leanedover and kissed her, tongue invading in the sweetest way.She could tasteGarrett there, and it made her wild.She wasn’t submissive in that moment.Inthat moment she was a woman who wanted her men, her pleasure, her place in theworld.
“Master, is this the torture you meant for me?”Garrett’sdeep voice pierced through the kiss.
Garrett was still in shackles.She pulled back, scramblingup.It was fine for play, but she didn’t want him up there too long.She knewhow it could ache in an unpleasurable way.
Keane chuckled and rose gracefully to his feet, his cockstraining, though he showed no signs it bothered him.“So eager.Would it betorture, Garrett?”
“To watch and not be able to touch her?Or you,” Garrettreplied.“Yes, that’s the worst torture of all.I can take the pain.I like it.My body feels alive in a way it never has before.”
Keane frowned.“Never?I’ve heard Master Julian is excellentwith a whip.”
She was never, ever mentioning to either of her Masters thatshe had a couple of sessions with Gabe, who was in fact excellent with a whip.It was nothing at all sexual.Just pain as stress relief, but it appeared herMaster was a jealous man.She looked to Garrett, who was so fucking hot withhis body all stretched out and vulnerable.His cock was already stirring again.“Tell the Master he’s the best and you don’t even remember Julian’s name.”
She wanted to move this party along.She wanted her men.Thelast thing she wanted was to soothe male pride.It was blatantly obviousGarrett loved Keane, but men were fragile creatures.
Garrett’s lips curled up.“Master, you are the best.Who isJulian?”
Keane groaned, but his hands moved up to unlock themanacles.“You’re both brats.I can’t wait to get you two in a club for publicpunishment.”
Which would inevitably lead to righteously nasty andsatisfying sex.She couldn’t wait.The world had seemed so lifeless before, butnow she saw through new eyes.All the color to her life was back, and she feltyoung again.Vibrant.
Keane looked over Garrett’s back.“How sore is it?”
“The exact right amount.I don’t know, Master.I won’t untiltomorrow when I’m down from this high,” Garrett admitted.“If you’re asking ifI’ll let our girl ride me like a stallion, yes.I could be bleeding with brokenbones and I would still try to fuck her.”
She wouldn’t let that happen, but it did a girl good to hearsuch words of devotion.“Back at ya, babe.”
“You two cannot be serious, can you?”Keane asked, but hewas smiling.
“You are serious enough for all three of us, Master,” shereplied.
Garrett stretched his arms before dragging her into them.“Hey, gorgeous.”
“Hello,” she said, breathless as she looked up at his face.He was the gorgeous one.While Keane was all masculine lines and hard angles,there was a male-model perfection to Garrett.“Did you like your punishment?”
They could call it punishment or discipline, but it was allfor pleasure and bonding and relaxation.How many times had she ended the daylying awake in bed staring at the ceiling?Well, when that happened now, shecould get a Master up to fuck her calm.It was better than any sleeping pill.
