"Go grab Karen," Max ordered his friend.
"Will do," Garrett answered. "And once I have her, should we meet you in the bedroom or the dungeon?"
Chapter 4
Dungeon.
Goosebumps spread over my skin. Aside from the soul-churning, libido-enflaming night at Restrained Fantasies, I'd never been in a real BDSM dungeon. Max had a room at his Dallas home he and I used often. His indoor garden oasis was full of flora, fauna and floggers, but I'd never thought of the space as a dungeon. It was much too lush and green for that.
"The bedroom," Max answered. "Let's save the dungeon for a night when Bree and I aren't so jet-lagged."
I wanted to believe he'd said no out of actual exhaustion and not a need to protect me, but I wasn't positive. Still, we were taking a step in the erotic direction; I didn't want to start rocking the boat.
Garrett nipped at my neck a few more times. "Meet you there in two shakes."
"I can't wait," I said.
"Me, either," Garrett returned before going in search of his wife.
"Me three," Max murmured, but his words were for me and only me.
He carried me farther into the house. I didn't pay attention to where. I trusted Sir to know the way.
When we reached the bedroom, he set me on my feet. Without my legs banded around him, his pants fell to the ground. He toed off his shoes as I unbuttoned his shirt. He rid me of my dress in the same frantic fashion. I couldn't remember him ever acting with such desperation to get me naked, not since the very beginning of our relationship.
A vivid memory flashed of an enraged pounding at my apartment door, followed by an equally enraged Max fucking me from behind right there against said door.
I hooked my arms around his neck and pulled him in for a slow, sultry kiss. From behind, another equally naked body pressed against me. I flinched, the movement breaking my kiss with Sir, but Garrett's soft baritone was right there, drawing me back from the edge.
"It's just me, love. Just me." Garrett worked a hand between Max and me and speared my sex with knowledgeable fingers. "Goddamn, I've missed this wet cunt."
I gasped, leaning into Garrett even as I tugged Max harder against me. Garrett's rigid cock pressed against my back, Max's cock against my belly. Sandwiched between them, I was trapped and enjoying every moment.
Garrett forced his fingers deeper. "God, you're practically dripping."
Karen's sultry chuckle filtered through the hormone-soaked haze in my brain. I tried to focus on her, but the things her husband was doing to my pussy made my eyes go crossed.
"You're so impatient, darling," Karen teased.
Even though she was speaking to her husband, she had her arms wrapped around Max's middle and was—I was able to focus on this—slowly stroking Max's dick. He may have just had an orgasm, but his cock was growing hard in her delicate hand.
I wasn't sure whether the sight of Karen's stroking or the feel of Garrett's manipulating fingers made me squirm the most.
I covered Garrett's hand where he fingered me while placing the palm of my opposite hand over Max's heart. He placed his own palm over my heart as he turned his head and caught Karen's perfectly pink lips with his own.
Something hot and primal shot through me, coming to rest at the spot where Garrett's fingers worked inside me, but the sensation boiling me wasn't jealousy. No, I wasn't jealous of this beautiful woman anymore. Karen might have a timeless beauty I'd never be able to compete with, but seeing her now, her lips on the man I loved, happiness was my primary emotion. Pure, unbridled happiness.
My Max, surrounded by two women who loved him dearly, at a time when he needed comfort most.
Garrett slid his fingers forward, found my still-sensitive clit and circled over the bud. I gasped and spasmed as he worked. At the sound, Max turned from Karen's kiss. His scrutinizing gaze slithered over me like a physical touch. He moved his hand from my heart to my left breast and clamped his thumb and forefinger over my hard nipple.
"Sir." The word leaped from my lips, Garrett still rubbing my clit, Karen still stroking Max's cock.
I came as fast as a flash of lightning and just as powerful. My thighs quivered. God, I feared I'd melt into a puddle of pleasured goo between them. Luckily, Garrett's hold was granite, his fingers magic. Through everything, he never stopped stroking me, never stopped wringing pleasure from my body.
When my climax ebbed and I was able to focus again, I looked at Sir. The left side of his lips had taken on the slightest upturn, and if the glint in his eyes was any indication, he'd enjoyed that as much as I had. He got off on watching me come. Whether he was giving me pleasure, I was doing it, or someone else was, he lapped it up.
Max drew a fingertip over my still-trembling bottom lip. "So breathtaking, little sub."
I was about to respond, but Sir pressed the sweetest, the softest of kisses to my mouth. My body threatened to melt.
When Sir pulled back, his expression had shifted again. No more sweetness, no more softness painted his face—just desire.
"Turn around, little sub," Max commanded, "and drop to your knees. Then, open your sexy little mouth so you can thank Garrett for giving you that orgasm."
"Yes, Sir." The words barely escaped the growing lump in my throat. Yearning and lust coalesced like accelerants in my bloodstream. The effect drove me nearly as wild as Garrett's expert fingers.
Garret's liquid chocolate eyes reflected the same deep need pumping through me. I was about to drop to my knees as instructed when he cupped his big hand around the back of my head and kissed me deeply and thoroughly.
I groaned into his mouth. God, I loved the way Garrett kissed. The lazy way he used his tongue drove me absolutely wild. He kissed as if he had all day to do it. He made my head spin.
When he finally broke the kiss, he took two steps backward and fisted his erection. He gave his cock a few pumps in invitation.
Dropping to my knees, I opened my mouth as wide as I could. Garrett was thicker than Max but not as long, but god, I wanted him.
Not for the first time, I wondered what it would feel like to have him somewhere other than my mouth. Since I'd been with Max, Garrett had been the only other man I'd ever wanted to have sex with. Garrett had been there the first night Max and I had become lovers, so of course, Garrett held a special place in my heart—and in my fantasies.
From behind, a hand tangled in my hair, but I didn't flinch.
I didn't flinch.
The revelation hit me like a fist to the gut. I'd been so engrossed in the moment, in the way Garrett stroked himself, that the unexpected touch hadn't sent me reeling. I'd been so smothered in the heat of the moment that anxiety had lost its hold over me. I wasn't stupid. The reprieve wouldn't last, but it was a tiny victory. And like Dr. Marcus often told me, lots of small victories eventually won wars.
"Don't move a muscle, little sub," Sir instructed. "Not until Garrett says. Do I make myself clear?"
Mmm… this game again.
I fought a smile. If I said, 'Yes, Sir,' I'd be punished; speaking required movement. If I didn't respond, I'd be punished; not responding appropriately to my Dom was unacceptable. I had no way out of this that wouldn't end in punishment, and I was okay with that. After so long without Sir and the emotions he stirred, I felt wild.