A Perfect Trifecta: Delta Heat, Book 3

by Delilah Devlin

  Aiden aimed a glare at Billy, who gave him a shrug, confusion and more than a little curiosity gleaming in his blue eyes.

  “What’s this about, Aiden?”

  “Punishment. Hers.”

  “And this is how you do it? The captain has strict rules…”

  “It’s needed.”

  Billy gave a slow nod. “I’ll expect an explanation. If he catches you, it’s my ass too.”

  The only way Aiden would be able to explain would be to take Billy to La Forge. But maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea. They’d been growing closer as friends. Saved each other’s asses a couple of times. Talked about their women when they bunked side by side. Aiden had kept silent about his practices, but Billy knew all about Jenn.

  At least the part about her moving in with him. Billy had teased him about weddings and babies. Something Aiden had ignored because he knew Jenn and he were a long way from setting down roots together.

  Only maybe that prospect wasn’t as distant as he’d thought. Her willingness to do whatever made him happy took guts and strength he’d never attributed to her before.

  Although, looking at her now, she looked anything but strong. Tears streaked her cheeks as she gave him the sweetest head ever. Aiden rubbed his hand over her hair, petting her, loving the picture she made kneeling in front of him, her eyes closed as her lush, red mouth swallowed him down.

  Digging his fingers into her scalp, he began to pump into her mouth.

  Her suctioning grew stronger. She breathed a little more noisily as she took him deeper and deeper into her throat.

  “Use your hands,” he murmured.

  Eagerly, she gripped him with both and began to work his shaft, her fists gliding in the moisture she’d left, up and down, her strokes meeting every forward bob of her head.

  She was becoming aroused. Her nipples were small, tight spikes. Her skin was flushed.

  He pulled her hair to force her to back away. Jenn blinked her eyes open and another tear skimmed down her cheek. His heart twisted, but Aiden couldn’t stop now. He reached down to help her to her feet, then bracketed her waist and forced her to turn around and face Billy.

  She didn’t fight him, but her legs wobbled a bit. Her arms stayed at her sides, giving Billy an unimpeded view of her pretty body.

  Bending toward her, Aiden gave Billy a steady glare, warning him not to say a word. “Bend at the waist, Jenn, but look at him. No hiding. Let him see what a pretty slut you are.”

  Billy’s gaze studied her. No doubt he wondered why she put up with Aiden’s crude words and even cruder actions. Hers and Aiden’s preferences had to be shocking. Spots of red crept across Billy cheeks, but he didn’t move a muscle and his expression didn’t change.

  Aiden wished he’d had a chance to warn him first, but what better test of friendship and loyalty? Ignoring Billy, Aiden turned his full attention to the woman whose body trembled in front of him.

  “Now, Jenn.”

  A hard slap against her ass had Jenn pushing aside any thoughts of what Billy was seeing. She didn’t care that he had a perfect view of her aroused breasts or bare mound. She bent, her long hair falling toward the ground.

  Aiden reached down between her legs, slid his fingers into her cunt and drew down moisture. Then he widened his stance, bringing his hips down. Clutching the sides of her ass, he moved her back onto his cock.

  Her breath shuddered out, but she didn’t protest, didn’t make another noise as he pumped into her. With her pussy already primed, he didn’t hold back, plunging into her hot channel as he pulled her back, slamming their bodies together. His hands were the only thing holding her upright as she swung forward and back.

  Sorensen shot a glance behind him. “Davis, back away.”

  “What the hell’s goin’ on?” came a voice drawing nearer.

  “Just back away. Keep the captain busy.”

  “Sounds like—“

  “I’ll fill you in later.” When he glanced back at Aiden, he shook his head. “Seriously fucked up.” But then his gaze dropped, likely to watch her breasts jerking because Aiden was moving faster, harder, pounding her ass now as he stroked into her pussy.

  And Billy’s hot, interested stare was doing a number on her, making her intensely aware of every shattered breath she drew, of the tightening of her nipples as her breasts quivered and jerked.

  “Finger your clit, slut.”

  Jenn groaned and shook her head.

  “You said you came to be punished. I’m doing this for you. Giving you what you asked for.”

  One hand left her hip, then landed in a sharp crack against her buttock.

  Her pussy creamed, fluid gushing to make his strokes wetter, the nasty slurping sounds humiliatingly audible.

  Billy’s cheeks darkened. His cheeks billowed around the breath he let go.

  Another slap landed, and she bit her lip to hold back her cry. Jesus, the wet sounds were getting louder, and he was popping his hips against her ass, slapping her flesh with each quick, deep stroke. Before long, everyone in the firehouse would hear them.

  She thrust both hands between her legs, pulled up her folds and rubbed her clit. “I’m doing it, Sir. I’m rubbing my clit.”

  The added sensation was unbearable. Jenn couldn’t help it, couldn’t hold it back another second. She moaned and panted, her pussy swelling, on fire. “Sir, please, Sir,” she said, her voice sobbing.

  Aiden grimaced. “No.” There’d be no relief, no reward. She’d arrived at the firehouse determined to be the supplicant, she’d damn well see it through.

  She sobbed again and dropped her head, resigned to accept her punishment.

  Elation shot through him. His orgasm exploded, blinding him for a moment as he gasped and pounded against her. Even before he’d shot his last wad of come, he withdrew, twisted her around and forced her head down to lick him clean. Sorensen stared at her ass, at her wet lips and gaping hole.

  Yeah, Aiden knew what she looked like at just that moment, pink skin framing her pretty sex. His pretty pussy.

  “You done?” Sorensen said, his hand gripping the doorknob tightly.

  Aiden jerked a nod and the door slammed shut.

  Jenn still licked him, her hands shaking around his softening shaft.

  Backing away from her, he drew a deep breath. “Get dressed. We’re going home.”

  Chapter Eight

  Craig’s phone rang. Who would call so late? He removed his arm from over his eyes, lifted the cell phone from the bed beside him and read the caller ID. Jenn.

  Although he’d done his best not to think about her, about what she was doing with Aiden, he touched the screen and held the phone to his ear. “You okay?”

  “I need you.”

  She gave him an address. The line went dead. He shot off the bed. The way she’d said it, her voice thick as though she’d been crying, sparked anger inside him. The bastard had hurt her.

  Ten minutes later, he stopped in front of her door and gave it a knock. He waited, heard no approaching footsteps. Worried now, he twisted the knob. The door opened.

  “Jenn?” he called out quietly, not knowing what to expect. For just a second, he wondered if he should have brought his service revolver, but could he really have been so wrong about Aiden?

  He entered the apartment and strode through the living room. The kitchen was to the right. Another doorway, this one darkened, was to the left. He walked quietly toward the room and stepped inside. It was a bedroom and empty. Two more doors were on the far wall. One was open. A pale light shone on cream-colored tiles—a bathroom. He ignored it, sensing there was no one inside. Light beamed from beneath the other doorway. He walked toward it, opened it and then stiffened at the sight that greeted him.

  Jenn was on a mattress on the floor, a ball gag in her mouth and the strap fastened behind her head. She faced the door, giving him a view of her from the side. Her arms were beneath her, her wrists and ankles fastened to a spreader bar that kept her pinned, ass high i
n the air.

  Craig shot a glance around the room, finding Aiden naked and seated on a low sofa, sipping at a drink.

  Keeping his gaze on Aiden, he walked to Jenn and dropped to his knees. “Honey, are you okay?”

  Jenn murmured behind the ball, but nodded her head.

  He reached out and caressed her cheek, relieved when her eyelids dipped dreamily down. She was better than okay.

  His heartbeats slowed then thrummed. He stood, walked around her and approached Aiden. “She called me.”

  Aiden nodded, nothing in his expression giving away his thoughts. “A moment before I stuffed the ball into her mouth. I’d already made her come by pinching the shit out of her nipples. She can do that, you know.”

  Craig tried to slow his breathing. Tried to think. “I didn’t know that. Why am I here?”

  Aiden took another sip, raised a knee and cupped it with his free hand.

  Craig tried not to notice the thickness of the other man’s thighs or the fact his cock was fully erect.

  “Seems we have some unfinished business,” Aiden said. “But before we talk, I need you to go back into the bedroom and remove your clothes. Go into the bathroom. Use the douche on the counter to clean yourself out. Shower. Then come back to me.”

  The mention of the douche made Craig tremble, licked at his balls like a red-hot flame. His cock stirred, filled. Craig shook his head. “I’m not doing a damn thing until after we talk. I won’t be used again.”

  “Did you feel used when I fucked you at La Forge?”

  Craig shifted on his feet then shook his head. “No.” He hadn’t because he’d thought something was happening between them. “I didn’t feel used.” Gloriously horny, so hard his dick nearly burst, but not used.

  “Then trust me.”

  Three words and Craig knew this was the last test. He bent his head and lowered his gaze while hope flared inside his chest. “Yes, Sir,” he said quietly.

  After he’d showered, he dropped the towel into the hamper and walked back to the playroom naked, halting just inside the door.

  Aiden was standing behind Jenn, slipping a short dildo into her pussy, pushing it all the way in until only the base showed. He drew a strap between her legs then over the base of the dildo to hold it in place, and attached the strap to a leather girdle he’d fastened around her waist.

  Although feeling off-kilter because he didn’t know what to expect, whether this was just another sexy interlude, Craig waited for Aiden to notice him.

  The other man’s attention seemed focused on the sight before him. Who could blame him? Jenn was helpless. Her body was completely immobilized. Something Craig deeply envied right at that moment. His cock was getting hard just wondering what the Dom had in store for him.

  Aiden bent to retrieve a small remote from the floor and clicked a button. A faint hum filled the room.

  Jenn’s eyes widened, then her lids sank half-closed again, pleasure evident in her muffled groan.

  “That’ll hold her for a few minutes. Come with me.” Aiden strode toward a padded table with cuffs dangling near one end and a deep divide down the center from about midway down. He patted the smooth leather. “Hop up.”

  Just the act of walking aroused Craig because his balls and cock were so heavy. Coming next to Aiden, he turned, hopped onto the table and lay back. Aiden quietly fastened Craig’s hands above his head. A whirring sounded, vibrating through the table. One end of the table rose, lifting Craig’s torso.

  Sitting now at a slight recline, he watched as Aiden split the legs at the bottom of the table and reached down to draw up ankle restraints, which he fastened around Craig’s ankles. Another whirring started, and the table’s legs bent beneath Craig’s knees and slowly widened.

  Now seated with his thighs widely spread and unable to move, Craig fought to keep his trepidation from showing.

  “I’ll take care of you,” Aiden said softly, not looking at him, but at the items he was pulling out of a drawer. “Always. You needn’t worry I’ll hurt you any more than you want.”

  And although earlier Aiden had looked ready to tear his head off his shoulders, Craig believed him and relaxed. He was vulnerable—just the way he loved. Open to whatever would happen. He borrowed Jenn’s words. “I live to serve.”

  Aiden grunted. He laid leather straps on Craig’s belly, unraveled them and quickly dropped them over Craig’s cock. He closed them around the base of his cock and around his balls. Then he tightened them, watching Craig’s changing expression.

  The pressure grew and grew. His cock filled, hardening, swelling until he felt as though the skin would split. His balls began to ache in a very pleasurable way.

  Then Aiden poured lotion onto his hands and gripped Craig’s cock. He began to smooth rough palms up and down Craig’s rigid shaft.

  Craig dropped his head against the leather back and let his eyelids drift downward, watching between his lashes as Aiden worked.

  Friction built in Aiden’s palms, warming Craig’s dick. Those strong fingers tightened as they slid up and down, the motion fluid, rhythmic. An ache built in Craig’s groin. His balls felt ready to explode.

  “I’ve wanted to do this,” Aiden whispered, then bent and took Craig’s cock in his mouth.

  The strong suctioning started immediately, drawing so deeply Craig’s toes curled. How he wished his hands were free to pull the other man’s hair. How he wished they lay together, their mouths sucking each other’s cocks dry.

  “Fuck,” Craig whispered, tensing his thighs and buttocks, wanting to stroke into the hot mouth engulfing him.

  Aiden gave the tip of his penis a flat-tongued lick before straightening again. “We’ll both get that chance.” Then he picked up the last thing he’d pulled from the drawer, a short, brown, suede-leather flogger.

  The controls for the table must have been at Aiden’s feet, because without any perceptible movement by Aiden, the legs spread even wider, stretching Craig’s thighs and skin, raising his balls and cock to protrude obscenely.

  More vulnerable now than ever, Craig quivered as Aiden moved a step back and raised his arm. The strokes landed on Craig’s thighs, his pelvis. Aiden stroked him again and again, careful not to lash his balls or cock.

  “I moved from Kansas City,” Aiden said, his tone even as his strokes entered a steady rhythm. “Dated a ton of girls, until I met one. She was…” His stroking faltered and he sighed, then gave Craig another lash. “She didn’t tell me she was into the lifestyle. I never knew where she was when she wasn’t with me until I followed her one night.”

  Aiden’s next stroke landed on Craig’s belly, one strand glancing against his dick, and Craig stifled a moan.

  “Not sure why they let me in the door of the club, but she must have told them to allow it if I showed up. I found her on a stage, naked, arms and legs spread and manacled while some dude was working her over with a flogger.” Aiden dropped his arm and gave Craig a steady look, letting him see the pain in his eyes. “When she saw me, she gave the Dom a signal and he came at her with a quirt, lifting welts. I couldn’t breathe. Didn’t make a move to interfere. When they were done, he released her. She jumped up on me, wrapped her arms around me and asked me to fuck her on the edge of the stage while everyone watched.” His jaw hardened. “I did it. Then I dumped her.”

  “Because she’d lied to you?” Craig asked softly.

  Aiden nodded. “All she had to do was ask. I’d have walked through a fucking fire for her. But she snuck around on me, let other men fuck her on a stage, like that was all right.”

  Craig nodded. “But you went back…”

  “I did, and I trained under the same dude. One night, I met a girl. A complete freak. She liked to be bound. Have her tits tied until they turned purple. Liked to be beaten—not just spanked. Turned my stomach. But that same night the Dom brought me a boy. I hadn’t the stomach to cane the girl, but I left stripes all over the boy’s ass. Had him begging for release. The dungeon master had to step i
n because I hadn’t yet learned to control my inclinations.”

  “I don’t know if I can take a caning,” Craig said.

  “It’s not a deal breaker. I’m a fucking sadist, but I’m in control. And I’ve learned to enjoy other kinds of punishments. Made Jenn take my cock at the station house tonight while one of the guys watched. I came like a fucking rocket.”

  Craig studied his expression. “Did she want it?” he asked, his chest tight, imagining her deep humiliation.

  Aiden’s eyes closed for a second then snapped open again. “She cried. But she crawled right over my dick in the car on the way home and fucked me right there. Guess she liked it plenty.”

  Craig’s mouth eased into a relieved grin. “You’re lucky no one I know pulled you over. My friends have been wanting a piece of your ass since last Saturday’s game.”

  “You’ll have to tell them you got it for yourself.” Aiden’s lips curved at the corners and he raised the flogger again.

  Craig tensed, knowing what was coming but unwilling to mouth a protest.

  The flanges struck his cock, his balls, one side then the other, the strokes gentle and controlled. Craig cried out, thrilled, elation welling inside him because he was vulnerable, completely at Aiden’s mercy. The skin stretched tightly around his shaft burned. His balls swelled, felt hard as stones.

  Aiden’s chest billowed and his face turned red. Sweat gleamed on his chest and abdomen. His cock was completely engorged, veined. A droplet of pre-come glistened on the tip.

  When at last Aiden lowered his arm, Craig’s chest shuddered. He watched, fascinated, as Aiden rolled on a condom, squirted lube on his fingertips and coated it.

  Craig’s breaths shortened. A blush of intense arousal burned over his skin.

  Aiden stepped up in front of him.

  “Got a ledge or something?” Craig gasped as the other man leaned over him.