Three's Not a Crowd

by Doreen DeSalvo

  He stroked her ass, watching light glitter off the stones in her tiara as her head bobbed over the other man’s glistening wet cock. The guy threw his head back, teeth gritted, hips thrusting in a furious rhythm.

  His baby Kate stayed on it, mouth full of cock, a little choked noise coming from her throat with each forceful thrust. Her hand clutched Jake’s thigh hard, as though he was her rock in an unsteady world.

  His own fingers shook as he smoothed them back and forth across her ass, toying with the thong’s elastic band. How dare she disobey him? Maybe he’d gone soft, let her turn into a bratty sub who thoughts he could top from the bottom. Tonight she’d learn better. He’d give her a stern lesson -- the kind she enjoyed.

  He snapped the band lightly, a little warning that made her back jump. The man jerked a little -- had her teeth nicked his cock when she moved? Good. They both needed a reminder of exactly who was in charge here.

  Little grunts left the guy’s mouth as his hips sped up, fucking Kate’s mouth with fast, staccato beats. She stayed with him like a trooper.

  She deserved a reward for that. Jake slipped a finger under the thong and followed it down between her pussy lips, rubbing deep into her creamy flesh. “You’re getting horny, Princess. Look how wet you are. You know nasty subs get punished when kinky things make them hot.”

  Her moan was stifled by the cock in her mouth. The guy groaned and gave a forceful thrust, hips shaking as Kate’s head bobbed with spasmodic swallows. Jake rubbed her clit in a steady rhythm, cupping the back of her neck with his free hand to feel her drink the man’s come.

  When the guy pulled his limp cock from her mouth, he gave her the final reward.

  “You swallowed it all like a good girl,” he murmured, crouching low to put his lips to her ear. “You can come now.”

  She whimpered, then shook with huge tremors that arched her back, pushing his fingers against her clit with even more force. When he gave a little pinch, she cried out and bit her lip, burying her mouth against his thigh to stifle her orgasmic scream.

  After she quieted, she tilted her head to look up at him, her green eyes glistening with excitement. “Did I please you, Master?”

  He’d fantasized about her with another man, but never thought he’d want to share her in real life. The reality was hotter than he’d ever dreamed. This didn’t feel like sharing -- it was more like proving how much she wanted to satisfy her Master. If he let her fuck the other guy, she’d do it -- but not because she wanted to. No, she’d fuck him because her Master wanted her to. The other guy was nothing but an object to her, an extension of her true lover.

  And that made it all the more exciting.

  Chest tight, cock full to near bursting, he smiled down into her gorgeous face. “Yeah, baby. But you still need a punishment for losing our bet.” And for wearing underwear, although these strings hardly qualify. And for flirting with another man before I gave you permission.

  The other guy had zipped up. Now he leaned one shoulder against the wall, watching them through heavy-lidded eyes. He looked like a professional, from those pricey shoes to that fancy haircut. Probably forty, from the fine lines around his eyes, though he could easily pass for younger with that pretty boy face. The suit looked like a designer cut, the watch was probably a Rolex or some other expensive brand. But he didn’t look like a weirdo or a creep, and Jake could easily kick his ass if he needed to. Those were the most important things for what Jake had planned.

  Keeping his gaze on the man’s face, Jake cocked his head toward Kate’s back. “You want a good fuck?”

  A grin lit up pretty boy’s face. “Absolutely.”

  What a prig. But Kate’s gasp of outrage brought out the demon in him. “Come on upstairs with us. I have a room in this hotel.”

  Chapter Four

  All the way through the ballroom, through the lobby, waiting for the elevator…during the ride up to the twenty-first floor, then down the hallway, Kate waited for Jake to kick the stranger out.

  He didn’t.

  Even when he slid the key card in the door and opened it, Jake merely held the door open for her and the stranger to enter first.

  When she turned, the other man was still there -- loosening his paisley tie. Was Jake seriously going to share her with another man? Her heart tripped, her thighs trembled. This was something different and exciting, something that would take her relationship with Jake into new and dangerous ground.

  And she’d make the experience everything Jake wanted it to be.

  Jake stripped off the Ninja sash that held his sword and tossed it onto the straight-backed chair by the desk. “What’s your name?”

  “Jeremy.” His tie joined Jake’s Ninja sash on the chair. “She’s your sub, I gather.”

  “Yes.”

  If she showed her annoyance at being discussed as though she wasn’t there, Jake would be displeased. She bowed her head and waited.

  Jeremy stepped closer, and she peeped up at him without raising her head.

  “Are you giving her to me tonight?”

  Here it came. Jake would toss the guy out for making that assumption.

  “I might. But first I want to direct the show.” His shoes entered her field of vision as he walked up to Jeremy. “Don’t worry, you won’t be disappointed.”

  Jeremy chuckled. “I don’t expect I will.”

  He had an odd way of speaking, almost British in his phraseology but without an accent. But she knew better than to ask silly questions like, What do you do for a living?

  He tipped her chin up with those luscious calloused fingertips. “You’re a lovely bird, aren’t you? What’s your name?”

  She looked over at Jake. “May I answer him, Master?”

  He nodded.

  “Katherine.” Somehow she didn’t want him to call her Kate. Kate was what Jake called her.

  “And you may call me --” He stopped abruptly. “I suppose you already have a Master. You may call me ‘Maestro.’”

  She heard Jake stifle a laugh, but her gaze was fixed on Jeremy’s mesmerizing eyes, the odd combination of green and gray that reflected the dim lamplight like a prism. She recognized him now -- the conductor of the London Symphony Orchestra, a violin virtuoso who’d turned to conducting. That explained the calluses and the refined air. “Yes, Maestro.”

  He bent his head for a kiss, and she almost pulled away. No one but Jake had kissed her in ages; the denizens of sex clubs rarely kissed. But Jeremy brought his lips over hers with calm assurance, sweeping her mouth with his tongue, taking her ass in both hands to haul her body against his. Less than ten minutes after he’d come in her mouth, a burgeoning erection already pressed against her belly.

  “Enough,” Jake interrupted.

  Stopping the game so soon? She nearly grinned. Now he’d throw Jeremy out, and fuck her to madness for kissing another man.

  “Let me show you the finer points of my sub,” Jake went on.

  She gaped, then clamped her mouth shut. He wasn’t going to let Jeremy fuck her for real, was he? Suddenly nothing seemed certain. Her feet felt unsteady, as rocky as that night years ago when she’d impulsively brought Jake Monroe into her apartment and into her life.

  Jake’s hands were at her back, pulling the zipper down and the fabric from her shoulders. Her gown fell to the floor in a rustling billow of pink satin, leaving her standing in the brief undergarments she’d put on that evening, anticipating Jake’s punishment for disobeying his orders. Jake made short work of the bra, then stripped the thong down to her ankles.

  “Lie on the bed,” he ordered, in the tone of voice that made her clit throb.

  She lay obediently on her back, naked with two fully dressed men above her. Unable to resist the urge, she brought a hand to her own breast and pinched the nipple, then moaned.

  Jeremy licked his lips. Oh, she wanted those lips on her breasts, between her legs. Would Jake give her that much before throwing the Maestro out?

  “You already know she ha
s a mouth like a vacuum,” Jake said proudly. “I’ve taught her everything she knows. She couldn’t deep throat at all until I took over her education.”

  She smiled at his conceit and flicked her nipple again. Wait until he told Jeremy the other things he’d taught her. The Maestro would leave with his cock leaking all over those Canalli pants.

  “Show him your pussy, baby.”

  Jake had asked her to show dozens of men her sex in bondage clubs, but the idea still made her blush. She obediently bent her knees and shifted her feet apart a few inches, until she barely felt the lips separate.

  Jeremy’s nostrils flared. “Do I please you, Master and Maestro?”

  Jeremy nodded, but Jake ignored her. Instead, he grabbed her knees and spread them wide, laying her legs on the bed as though she was a kinky Barbie doll. “See how big her clit is? She likes to have it sucked hard. And if you nip it with your teeth, you’ll drive her nuts. She’ll let you do anything to her after that.”

  Jeremy nodded, apparently detached, but the film of sweat on his upper lip betrayed his excitement. “If she’s a good fuck, maybe I’ll go downtown.”

  He wasn’t going to nip her clit with those lovely teeth?

  God, what was she thinking? Of course he wasn’t. Jake was going to throw him out long before he put his mouth on her pussy.

  Jake put her knees together and hefted them skyward and overhead, pulling her backwards until her ass lifted from the bed. Lord, he was a strong man. When he dropped her legs to one side, she flipped all the way onto her stomach.

  Before she caught her breath, he trailed a finger down her spine, following the crack of her ass to probe gently at her asshole. Thank goodness they couldn’t see her fiery blush.

  A gentle finger entered her, barely an inch. She whimpered.

  The finger rotated, putting sensitive nerve endings on alert. “See how she likes it when I play around the entrance? She begs me to fuck her in the ass every night.”

  The wretch. Would he expose every last secret? Time to put on a show for them. She arched her back a little, pressing his finger deeper and letting out a little moan. “Please, Master.”

  A tongue replaced the finger, and she gasped. Tonguing her ass in front of another man? She clenched her glutes, and Jake lifted his mouth away with a husky laugh. “I don’t fuck this pretty ass as often as I’d like, tempting as it is. I want to keep her as tight as the night I popped her anal cherry.”

  His hand stroked between her legs and found her clit with unerring accuracy. “Good baby,” he crooned. “I’ll rub your clit for a minute because you’ve been such a good little sub. But you’re not allowed to come yet.”

  His fingers teased her so well she had to clench her thighs to stave off the imminent climax. Her eyes watered from the pressure of holding it all in. “Yes, Master. Oh, thank you!”

  When his tormenting hand left her, she almost let out a cry of disappointment. But he brought his fingers to her mouth, as he’d done a hundred times to reward her for good behavior. “Lick me clean, and I’ll give you a nice present.”

  She licked her own juices from his fingers, using her tongue to tease the webbing between his fingers.

  “Christ.” Jeremy’s voice. Had he never seen anything like their kinky games?

  Another hand was between her legs all of a sudden, this one exploring and a little faltering. Jeremy. The mere idea of a stranger touching her intimately made her clit throb in pleasure. She gritted her teeth hard against the passion. Nothing, no one, would make her climax until Jake gave her permission. She would never disappoint him that way.

  A finger slid inside her, then another, stretching her vagina open. “Fuck, she’s a tight little cunt.”

  Hearing crude words in that refined, cultured voice nearly sent her over the edge. She wriggled against those amazing fingers. How quickly he’d found her pleasure points. Talented, talented man.

  “Wait until I get my cock in this sweet cunt. I’ll stretch you wider than anything you’ve ever fucked before.”

  “Don’t bet on it.”

  Jake’s cocky tone made her smile. Those words spelled the end for Jeremy. Just as well. Jake would fuck her better than anyone else ever could.

  But the Maestro’s fingers still played inside her, gathering slippery fluid to spread over her clit before returning to the depths of her body. Maybe Jake would let him stay another minute. Just another minute, just long enough for her to come against the rough pads of his long, artistic fingers.

  Turn me over, turn me over! She lifted her ass a little to give him a hint. She wanted those teeth on her nipples, that tongue in her mouth, that thick, heavy cock deep in her pussy. She wanted it all, and Jake wasn’t to let her have any of it.

  Suddenly the fingers were gone and hands were on her hips, pulling her over. Jeremy was stark naked -- he must have taken his suit off while she’d been on display -- and she could only stare at how perfectly made he was. Not rugged and masculine like Jake, but a more lean, sculpted physique, with a light dusting of sandy hair over his chest and abdomen. And if he was naked, did that mean Jake was going to let him --

  “Here.” Jake’s hand came out, holding a foil square. A condom. Oh, god.

  Shock sent her mind reeling, her ears ringing. Before she could brace herself, Jeremy had the condom on and was climbing onto the bed between her legs.

  He cupped her face between both hands and brought his face down for a long, slurping kiss, his tongue alive in her mouth. She gasped and tried to breath, inhaling his musky cologne, tangling her fingers in the fine strands of his hair. He pulled away and dropped his mouth to her breast, biting gently, a little too gently, but enough to give her a tiny sting of pain.

  She wound her legs around his hips, pulling him down to her. “Please, Maestro. Please fuck me.”

  His grin was a thing of beauty. With one fluid motion, he buried his face against her neck and his cock in her body.

  And then he was moving inside her, fucking her, riding her like a wild man with an untamed mare. A stranger was in her body…a man she hadn’t known more than an hour. She turned her head and saw Jake watching, his gaze intense as he watched her, watched Jeremy, watched this other man take his pleasure from her body.

  He moved closer and sat on the bed next to her head, stroking her hair back from her forehead with one hand. “Make him come, baby. Squeeze his dick as hard as you can.”

  It took her a moment to gather the breath to speak. “Yes, Master.” She clenched her vagina down tight, gritting her teeth to concentrate.

  Jeremy threw his head back and groaned. “God, yes.”

  “Good girl. Show him how well I’ve taught you to fuck. Take him to heaven.”

  Anything for Jake. She thrashed her head and moaned, pushing her hips up to match Jeremy’s furious rhythm, clutching his ass to pull him closer.

  Jeremy groaned and thrust one last time, his cock deep inside, trembling with the force of orgasm. His arms quivered as he pressed deep, deeper, grinding her tender clit against his pubic bone.

  Damn it, she hadn’t come yet! She whimpered in disappointment, her clit pulsing with unreleased passion.

  Jake’s tongue tickled her ear. “You can come, baby.”

  Thank god. Merely hearing the words sent her over the edge. She cried out once and exploded, climaxing with wrenching force, spasms wracking her body until Jeremy had to grip her shoulder to stay on top. Sweat dribbled onto her forehead from his chin, but she barely noticed over the pulsing waves of satisfaction radiating out from her pussy. Her vagina clenched tight around the strange, thick cock that had brought her such pleasure.

  As the rolling sensations receded, she reached out, fumbling across the bed for Jake’s hand. He grasped her fingers and she gripped him tight, heart bursting in gratitude.

  Her beloved Master had given her this climax every bit as much as her Maestro.

  Chapter Five

  Jake watched Jeremy collapse onto Kate like a dead weight, panting like
a beached fish. Now that he’d come, the guy was useless. Couldn’t he see that Kate was barely getting started? What kind of loser fell half asleep after one orgasm?

  Jake pushed the guy’s shoulder until he rolled off. “My turn now, Maestro.”

  Even half exhausted and covered with another man’s sweat, Kate was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Her hair was a mess, tangled up with the tiara that had fallen from her head to the pillow, but she was still every inch a princess.

  He slid down between her knees and used his thumbs to spread her pussy lips apart, studying the ridges and folds of the cunt he knew like the back of his hand. Her flesh was red and swollen, tender from being fucked by another man.

  Irresistible.

  He brought his lips to her clit and sucked hard, the way he knew she liked it.

  She whimpered, and her thighs tensed.

  He lifted his mouth an inch away, inhaling the sweet scent of her body. “Too sensitive?”

  “No, Master. Not if it pleases you.”

  Oh, it pleased him all right. Tonguing her pussy, suckling her clit, nuzzling her wiry bush…feeling the soft places where she’d let another man fuck her…and all because her Master told her to do it. She’d do anything he commanded her to do. Even better, she’d enjoy it. His very own submissive, and a princess to boot.

  He licked her pussy for another moment, toying with her clit, taking it between his teeth and nibbling gently. She gasped and groaned, telling him without words how eager she was for him to fuck her. But he had another surprise in store for her.

  “Ready for your trick, baby?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Shit, she was panting in excitement. Good thing she couldn’t see his grin down here between her thighs.

  He rose to his knees, and Jeremy caught his gaze, one hand propping up his head while the other fiddled with his half-hard dick. The guy had stamina after all. Too bad, because this time Kate was all his.