by Tl Reeve
“Quite,” he acquiesced. “However, I believe it pales in comparison to you, Mina.” His voice dripped with sensuality.
Piper whimpered. “Oh, you’re smooth.” She hooked her thumb at Colt. “Is he always this way, my love?”
“If you only knew, Mina dear. He is a cad.” Tyce wrapped his arm around her. His eyes closed, and his features softened. “It feels so good to hold you again.”
“Wow,” she whispered. “You’re good at this. It’s as though you’ve missed me.”
Colt bit his tongue. If she only knew how they felt about her.
“Well, I have kept him chained in my castle. But don’t worry. I’ve taken very good care of him.” A slow sensual smile tugged at Colt’s lips. “Right, Mr. Harker?”
“It’s true, sweetheart,” Tyce answered. “He’s been very good to me and taught me a few things I hope to share with you soon.”
Colt tilted his lover’s chin up and claimed his lips in front of their date. Her slight gasp made his dick stir to life. “Would you care for a kiss, Mina?”
Her eyes were wide. A beautiful flush stained the swells of her breasts, but instead of nodding, she averted her gaze and stepped back.
“Mina?”
“I’m…I’m sorry. It’s….”
“Come here, Mina,” Colt said.
She hesitated then stepped to him. Bending to her, Colt pressed his lips to hers. They were soft, supple, melting. He ran his tongue over the seam of her lips, and when she sighed, he took advantage. His tongue delved into her mouth, tangling with hers. The taste of mint and innocence drove him insane. Colt lifted his head and let out a shaky breath.
Before he could utter another word, Tyce drew her into his arms and captured her lips with his own.
Their embrace made his groin tighten even more. Oh yes, this was the right decision. But, before they went any further, he needed to know why she had reacted so negatively in the office. When they parted, Tyce positioned her between the both of them.
“How about we talk,” Colt said. “I’d like to get to know you, Mina.”
She screwed her face up, but nodded. “There isn’t anything special about me. What would you like to know?”
Colt bit back the growl building in his chest and closed his eyes. “I’ll give you that one, sweetheart, but the next time you put yourself down, I will spank your ass, got it?”
Piper licked her lips. “Um, sure. But, why would you spank my…ass, as you so delicately put it.”
Sometimes, he forgot her naiveté. He wrapped his arm around her waist and guided her toward the dance floor. “Did you know, for some people, spanking is foreplay? I happen to enjoy it, among other things.”
“What other things?”
The music slowed to a more romantic ballad, and he gathered her close. She fit perfectly in his arms as they, and the other dancing couples, fell into a steady rhythm. A bit of hesitancy filled her uplifted gaze, but she held fast to him, gifting him with her trust. She bit her lip again.
“You’re killing me here, sweetheart. Do you know what you do to me every time you bite your delectable lip?”
Piper shook her head. “No, what?”
“I want to nibble and suck on it until you scream my name.” She gaped at him, and he suppressed a chuckle. “We’ll have a more in-depth discussion about what I want to do to you later. What I’d like to know right now is why you stepped away when you saw me kiss my partner?” They continued around the floor, allowing her time to answer him. He’d dance all night with her just to hear her voice her concerns. “Did you find something repulsive about it?”
She shook her head and paled. “Oh, no. No not at all. I….” She took a deep breath. “I’m not sure how it works.”
“Which part?” He narrowed his eyes at her. “I want you to be specific so I know how to assuage your anxieties.”
“Well, you kissed him then me. So I know you’re bisexual.” She glanced up at him. “But, how do I fit in with all of this, and why would you want me to join you?”
“Those are excellent questions,” he said, dipping her low at the end of the song then placing a kiss between the swells of her lush breasts. Her breath hitched. “I believe they would be best answered with Harker. Come on, let’s go find him.”
They walked around the ball room and found Tyce standing near the table, his heavy-lidded gaze filled with arousal and need which threatened to unman Colt.
He drew a steadying breath. “Mr. Harker, it would seem our Mina has a very important question.”
“Oh?” Tyce’s brows lifted, and he stood up a little straighter. “And what would they be, my dearest Mina?”
“As I expressed to Dracula here, how do I fit into this whole…thing between the two of you? Why me? Why would you go on a date to find a woman when you have each other?”
“Very good questions.” Colt handed her a bottle of water, cracking the seal as he let it go. “We have been looking for a third for a couple of years now. We thought we’d found someone, but we were rejected. Going to Madame Eve and 1Night Stand seemed to be a good way to try and find the other part of us.”
Damn, Tyce was good. He would have to reward the man later while they were playing. “Man or woman, Mina, we would have been happy. But, we wanted a woman who would complement us. We wanted a woman who is sweet, a bit shy, maybe a little innocent. We wanted to show her a world she never knew existed.”
“But, me? Why me?”
Tyce stepped forward and took her hand. “Don’t you think the better question should be, why not you?”
She bit the corner of her lip. “But, and no disrespect, Mr. Harker, but I’m nothing special. I’m pretty plain. My house looks like a Rubbermaid tornado whipped through the place. It’s very organized and safe.” Did she even realize what she’d told them about herself?
“Don’t you want to ditch being safe and try being a little wild, Mina?” Colt took a step toward her and cupped her cheek. “Give Harker and me one night to show you how delicious your life could be with two men in it.”
“Okay. For one night,” she whispered.
Chapter Five
Piper couldn’t believe she was going through with it. When she witnessed Harker kissing Dracula, heat bloomed low in her belly and her panties grew damp. She had the same reaction to Colt and Tyce, but these men weren’t them. So, why was her reaction so visceral? Something about the way both men stood toe-to-toe, their mouths fused together in an erotic kiss, shook her to her foundation.
Didn’t she owe it to herself to figure out why these two men were attractive to her and vice versa? Maybe if she could figure it out, she could go back to work and explain everything to her bosses. And then what, Piper? Ask them to try again? What if you end up liking both of these men? Well even if she didn’t end up with Tyce and Colt, she could at least keep her job. She knew the guys would happy about her staying on at least.
“You have to understand something before we begin, though,” Piper said. “There are these two men back home, which…well, I like them. They introduced me to something like this before, but I couldn’t do it.”
Both men’s eyes widened.
“Why couldn’t you do it, Mina?” Dracula asked.
“I couldn’t act on my feelings. I thought I would come between them. I thought they were gay, and they could never want me.” Her ideals, she supposed, were skewed by her upbringing.
“And now?” Tyce prodded.
“Now, I think I made a big mistake. I never gave them a chance to explain.” Fiddling with the ribbon on the front of her dress, she swallowed hard. “I turned in my resignation.” Why she felt compelled to tell the men what she’d done, she didn’t know. But they were safe. They wouldn’t judge her for her snap judgments. “Will you help me win them back? Teach me what I need to know to make them happy? Teach me how to love two men who love each other?” She lifted her chin. “I know I have tonight with you, but I’m a quick learner, and I will do whatever you ask of me.”
Indecision warred with the need to claim her as their own. Although Colton’s sub, Tyce would play a Dominant role with her in their relationship. He and Colt would be keeping her. For long, agonizing minutes, Colt stared at him and then down at Piper. What the hell are you thinking, Colt? Would his lover call off the charade and tell her who they were, or would he keep the secret intact until the right time?
“I believe we have a deal, Mina.” Colt placed a kiss on her lips. “Harker, why don’t you ask Mina to dance?”
“A dance?” He cocked a brow. “I would love to. Come with me, my love,” he said, holding his hand out.
“O-okay.” She grinned. Tyce sucked in a breath. She glowed in the soft lighting. “Lead the way, my Harker.”
He took her into his arms as a sensual ballad began to play. Though slow, each beat swelled with lust and sensual heat. It pulsed through his body and jacked up the need already racing through him. His balls ached with each shift of her hips as they moved together. She twisted him in knots of desire with her sighs or breathy laughs while they swayed as one. It took every ounce of his discipline to not plaster her against a darkened corner and bury himself deep within her.
“You’re dangerous, Mina,” he growled then nipped her ear. “You have me trying to figure out where I can take you to get a quickie in.” She stilled in his arms, and a soft sigh passed her lips. “Do you like that idea, my love? Would you like me fucking you while everyone watched?”
“Oh, yes,” she murmured. Her lashes fluttered against her cheeks. “Would you let me watch you and Drac, too?”
“Do you like to watch?”
“I never have before, but there is something about seeing you naked with him that makes me…wet,” she whispered. “Really wet.”
“Dear God give me strength,” he muttered, staring up at the ballroom ceiling. “Are you soaked right now, baby?”
She gave a quick nod.
“Do you ache to be touched? For your clit to be rubbed while my mouth eats you out until you come?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck. That’s so damn hot.” He took her hand and pressed it against the front of his slacks. “I feel the same. I’m so damn hard right now. The thought of both you and Dracula in bed with me has me in knots.” Piper squeezed his cock and rubbed him through the fabric of his pants, while teasing his crest with her thumb. “Mmm, Mina. Stop please. I don’t want to embarrass myself by coming in my pants.”
“Close?” she asked, bewilderment coloring her words.
“Yes,” he gritted out.
“Can I watch that, too?”
“Watch what?” Tyce closed his eyes, trying to get himself under control.
“You come.”
Son of a bitch! “When we’re ready to play, I’ll let you watch me come. I’ll even let you jack me off. Sound like a deal?”
“Deal.”
As the music came to an end, they walked back to Colt who stood in front of the ice sculpture with three lovers. Forbidden Desires, caught his eye as he wrapped his arm around both of his partners. “It would seem,” he pitched his voice low, “our Mina, is a very naughty girl.”
Colt turned his attention to her. “Oh? What did you do, Mina?”
She bent her head, and the corner of her lips kicked up in a smirk.
“Don’t be shy now. Your hand has been on my dick.”
***
Holy shit. What the hell had he missed? “Mina?”
Her brown eyes twinkled with mirth. “I might have teased him a bit on the dance floor,” she answered.
“A bit?” Tyce growled. “She had me on the verge of shooting off. Then, when I think I have myself under control, she tells me she wants to see me come.”
The soft giggle emanating from their girl made his sac draw up. Damn, who knew a little vixen hid underneath her proper exterior? “Naughty little girl.” He tried to admonish her. “What did you tell her, lover?”
“I would accommodate her wishes. She could stroke me off till I came.”
“Did you tell her I would more likely be fucking you while she worked your dick?” Time to lay on the heat. See how far they could push her boundaries. Tyce shook his head. “Harker is my bottom, Mina. I love fucking his ass as much as I will enjoy fucking your pussy.”
The beautiful flush she had when he kissed his lover covered her chest once more. “Do you usually masturbate him while you’re having sex, Drac?”
Jesus, even hearing the technical term for rubbing one out made it sound dirty. “Oh, Mina, I am going to love taming your mouth,” he teased. “As a matter of fact, each time you don’t use that filthy mouth of yours to tell us what you expect us to do tonight, I believe I’ll use a paddle on your ass.”
In all actuality, it would be a rule. The scene he and Tyce had worked out would be a replay of what Piper walked in on. This time, however, they would be strapping her to the chair, naked. Colt’s dick pressed to the front of his pants, aching for her touch. Fuck, he needed to get himself under control before he did something stupid out in the open. It wouldn’t surprise anyone in the room, but Piper deserved the privacy.
“So, if I don’t say pussy or cock, or stroke your dick, you’ll spank me?” Her lips twitched, and a flirtatious gleam filled her eyes.
“Yes.”
“But what if I’m more comfortable with vagina and penis?” she asked coyly.
“You are pushing all the wrong buttons, Mina,” He took a step toward her. Wrapping his arm around Piper’s middle, he drew her flush to him, letting her feel the press of his cock. “And all I want to do right now is spank your ass.”
Around them, people gathered to hear a man with a little blonde at his side speaking near the back wall. They were dressed up as some characters he hadn’t cared about. None of it matter at the moment. He pinned her with a glare, daring her to continue. She went silent, squirming under his regard. The man continued to speak, and the floor rumbled. Across from them, the ceiling and the star in the middle of the floor opened up. A shaft of silvery moonlight glittered, forming a halo around the floor. It was beautiful, but didn’t compare to their girl. He turned his attention back to the stage at the same time the man said have fun and spank some ass. He cocked a brow at his lover, who took his place in the sub line along with Mina. In front of him, the line moved forward at a steady pace.
Behind the two desks along the wall sat dungeon monitor. With the entrance obscured, curiosity filled him. Where the hell did the line end up? Could they be signing in and following a path to their destination? He watched as a man stepped forward, signed another pad, and the wall to the side opened, allowing him to pass through to the other side. What the hell did I miss? By the time his turn arrived, he was completely befuddled.
“Name?” the man asked him.
“Colton Shaw,” he answered.
“Ah, Dracula. Perfect.” The man nodded. “As requested, your submissives will meet you in the Boss’s Office. Once you walk past the wall, you will find a changing room. Inside, you will find a locker with your name. A garment bag with the suit you requested will be waiting. The room has also been stocked as requested. From the time you close the door on the room, you will have an hour. If you have any issues, don’t hesitate to call for a dungeon monitor.” The DM handed over the tablet, and he signed it once more. When the guy pressed a button on the pad, the door slid open, and he stepped through the portal.
Whoa. He glanced around the space, taking in the rock walls of his surroundings. Lit by torches, his shadow leapt across the facade as he made his way down the ramp. To the left, he saw a placard designated for men and stepped inside. The space was masculine in design, functiona
l, yet comfortable as well. He took in the minimal sitting area and walked over to the rows of lockers. He passed the Doms in different states of dress before sitting down on the bench in front of his locker. He opened the door and pulled out a black suit bag. Time to go to work.
With their faces covered, they’d been able to spend some quality time with Piper. What would she say when she realized who they were? They hadn’t had enough time to gain even a bit of her trust. He stared down at the mask in his hand. He knew he couldn’t use the mask any longer since they would be playing in the boss’s room, but it didn’t stop him from wishing he could. He placed it on the shelf next to the contact case. He made quick work of the lenses then changed clothes. He hoped Tyce could meet him in the room before Piper showed up. He wanted to go over the plan once more to make sure both of them were on the same page. Straightening his red tie, he slipped the suit jacket on and headed out of the locker room.
The path to the room was lit by a slim strip of lights built into the floor. It curved to the left and followed the circular layout of the building. Small gas lanterns lit the slight incline leading to the corridor on the left. Completely authentic for a turn-of-the-century masquerade, each room had two entrances. One led to a bathroom while the other went straight into the room. Entering the door on the left, Colt paused. The office was spacious. The desk took up the majority of the space. Equipment lined the back wall, but his interest lay with the chair in front of desk and the couch to the right of the desk. He would be doing the majority of his fucking on the desk and the couch.
Ideas swirled in his mind. Where would he make her watch from first? Perhaps he would perch on the front of the desk, Tyce riding his dick. Or did he want her on the couch where she couldn’t get close enough to them? Colt groaned, rubbing himself through his pants. His dick ached to be stroked. To feel the wet heat of his lover’s mouth along with Piper’s. Shit. He wasn’t going to make it till they got there. Even though the door stood open, he pulled the zipper down on his pants and fisted himself, stroking his dick in long pulls. With his other hand, he cupped his balls and squeezed. Precum pearled at his tip, and he smeared it around, making each pass easier.
