by CJ Roberts
Caleb didn’t give any more warning before the cane made a thwack sound against Reed’s back.
“Sweet fuck,” Reed groaned, his entire body jolting from the blow.
“This is just a warm up, Agent Reed.”
The next hit came on the heels of the first, and Reed closed his eyes in what looked like bliss. His deep moans made Livvie feel tingly in certain places.
She was transfixed by the two men, each in their own little world. Caleb’s face was a mask of concentration and pleasure. Not sexual pleasure exactly, but the pleasure one felt while hurting someone who had hurt them.
That was not the case with the handsome agent.
Matthew Reed was hard. His naked cock twitched whenever Caleb brought the cane down on his flesh. Livvie blatantly stared at it. At Reed. At Caleb. The sight before her was not what she’d been expecting.
When Livvie had learned of Matthew’s needs, a spark of curiosity had ignited in her belly. But this wasn’t at all what she’d imagined…and she’d done a lot of it. She wasn’t wincing or hating the sight of Caleb beating another person. She wasn’t hating any of it. The complete opposite, actually, Livvie thought, as she swallowed hard. There was a warmth spreading from her cheeks to her chest and down between her thighs.
In the past five years since Reed and Livvie had become friends, Reed had come to visit her on all his vacations away from the FBI, much to Caleb’s dismay. When Reed had first confided in her about his…unusual tastes in pleasure, Livvie admitted she hadn’t known what to do with the information. Curiosity at the why, how, and with whom plagued her late at night. She’d sometimes lie awake imagining Reed in various scenarios. When those scenes had morphed into ones starring Caleb, Reed, and her, she could no longer hide how much the idea fascinated her. So she’d gone to Reed and confessed. At first Reed had been shocked, but shock had quickly turned to interest. It had glowed brightly in his eyes.
Convincing Caleb had been the real fucking mission.
“Kitten, you’re drooling,” Caleb said suddenly.
Livvie jumped a little at the sound of his voice, her cheeks flushing at getting caught. She glanced at him. “Am not.”
“Yes, you are. Do you see something you like?”
Reed was breathing heavily, and he moaned quietly as he watched her. She swallowed, her gaze going back to Caleb.
“There are two hot guys before me; one completely nude, the other one is getting there. What do you think, Caleb?”
Caleb growled. “I’m the only one you should be drooling over.”
“Oh, I am. But you have to admit, Reed looks good hanging there with you as a backdrop.”
Caleb raised an eyebrow, but her comment seemed to pacify him. The rattan stopped. She’d counted five strikes.
“Is your pussy wet, Kitten?” Caleb twirled the cane again, making the air whistle in that toe curling way. His gaze remained on the cane as if her answer was inconsequential.
Livve admitted she loved this dominant side of his personality. Caleb didn’t even have to try. He just was.
“Caleb…” She wasn’t sure what he wanted her to say or how far he wanted her to go. Livvie was sure he’d caught her staring down Reed with lust in her eyes, so what exactly did Caleb intend to do with her? With Reed?
“Show me, Kitten. Show me what I’ll be sinking my cock into shortly,” he said softly, his eyes lifting to meet hers.
Oh, fuck. Oh, Jesus. Livvie squirmed in her spot on the couch. Her cheeks warming.
She quickly looked to Reed, who was still watching the exchange, his eyes half-mast but intense on Livvie’s face. What was Reed thinking? Did he feel the same pull to Livvie that she did to him? Because, truth be told, Livvie was enjoying becoming more than a spectator in this fascinating little scene. The question was, how far would Caleb let her go? And did she want to?
“Kitten. Now,” Caleb said.
Livvie peeled her eyes away from Reed. Caleb’s own eyes were narrowed on her, his gaze unexpectedly heated. She moved her eyes down his body. His black trousers were tented at the crotch.
Oh, fuck yeah.
He still stood behind Reed, his arms hanging loosely at his side, the cane in one hand. His Caribbean blue eyes were even darker now, just the way they always got right before he fucked her.
“Right here, Caleb?” She shot a nervous glance at Reed. Their eyes met. Livvie swallowed. Reed was looking at her with an odd expression, almost like he was confused. He obviously hadn’t seen this turn of events coming. Well, neither had Livvie, but that didn’t mean her pussy wasn’t tingling at the thought of letting Reed see how wet she was.
Yes, she wanted this. Wanted Reed. Not the same way she always wanted Caleb—in that all-consuming way that sometimes made it hard to breathe. But her attraction to Reed was hard to ignore now that she’d admitted it to herself.
Slowly, Livvie opened her legs as she brought her eyes back to Caleb. The hot pink panties she’d worn would do nothing to hide her arousal. Caleb’s eyes burned with fire, but she dared not look to Reed. She was still unsure where Caleb was in this whole thing. Would he allow her to touch Reed? Kiss him? Would he let Reed watch while Caleb took Livvie? Or was he only torturing Reed? Livvie snorted. Yeah, that was probably it. This was Caleb she was talking about, after all. Sharing certainly wasn’t one of his virtues.
“Oh, Kitten, you’re soaked.” The way he said it made Livvie feel breathless. Nodding, she began to close her legs. “No.” Caleb snapped. “Leave them open.”
Livvie startled at his tone, but instantly spread her legs again.
“I didn’t give you permission to close them. Keep them spread, but remove your panties.”
Livvie’s eyes widened, a shiver starting at her scalp and running down to her nipples. Fuck her, Caleb was going to let Reed see her naked sex? What the hell was going on here? Not that she was complaining or anything; she really wanted this night to go further than what they’d all discussed, but shit, Livvie was suddenly feeling confused as hell!
Did Caleb want her to show them just how badly she wanted this threesome? And, whoa, threesome? Livvie almost laughed. That escalated pretty damn quickly.
Liar. That’s what you wanted all along, her mind supplied. Fine, whatever, Livvie thought, it was true.
“I won’t ask again, Kitten.” His voice was sugar on steel.
“Yes, Caleb.” Livvie reached down and slid the panties down her hips, then past her thighs until they were a pink pool of cotton at her feet.
Livvie couldn’t look up. Her head remained bowed as she felt the room’s temperature shoot up at least ten degrees. Someone was breathing pretty hot and heavy, but she didn’t dare look up to see which of the two men it was.
“Come here, my Kitten.”
Rising from the couch, Livvie went to Caleb. She didn’t even attempt to do a sexy walk. She wanted to get to him too damn badly. Plus, a sexy strut would take a lot of grace and coordination. Of which Livvie had none.
When she reached him, Caleb’s eyes were intent. He searched her face for a moment as power began to wash over her. Livvie shivered. His eyes shifted colors like a kaleidoscope, moving quickly over every single feature of Livvie’s face. His nostrils flared several times, but what he was looking for, Livvie had no idea. A few heartbeats later he must have found it, because one of his hands was suddenly cupping her jaw and his mouth was crashing down on hers.
And then Livvie was drowning in Caleb, Reed long forgotten. She barely even noticed when Caleb’s hand pushed the strap of her dress down her shoulder, or when he yanked the entire bodice of her grey jersey dress past her breasts.
A sharp pain in her bottom lip made Livvie gasp. She tried to pull back, but Caleb’s hold on her face tightened, a low snarl leaving his parted lips, the vibrations of the sound feeling oddly possessive against her lips.
Caleb didn’t stop. He kept kissing her, his lips closing over her bottom one, sucking a little too hard.
Livvie tasted blood, and the me
mory of Caleb’s bite flooded her. Her entire body reacted. She melted against Caleb.
“Shhh,” Caleb soothed. “Not yet, Kitten. I’m not nearly done,” he said, stroking her hair.
Trailing the hand that had been holding her jaw down to her shoulder, Caleb pushed her back gently. “Remove the rest of your clothing and then go on the other side of Reed. Facing him.”
Blinking out of her daze, Livvie did as she was told. But not without a stomach full of butterflies.
She kept her eyes lowered as she moved in front of Reed. She had no idea if he was even conscious anymore, or if he’d seen any of what had just happened with Caleb. He’d seem to be bordering on passing out. Which would be kinda great, since Livvie was suddenly feeling shy with him. The relationship they’d developed had been a comfortable friendship. They laughed easily. Fought like brother and sister. Sometimes even bickered as if they were a couple. Now that she thought back on it, it was possibly all a kind of foreplay. One she’d never had the sense to see. But now, with this? This—this was the real deal.
“Good little kitten,” she heard Caleb say. “Now, I want you to hold Reed because, Kitten, he’s going to need you. I’m going to beat him some more, but this time, I won’t stop at one gate.” Livvie could hear the eager smile in Caleb’s voice. Reed should be afraid. He should be very afraid. An eager Caleb was a dangerous Caleb.
“Agent, are you with us?” Caleb asked.
Finally looking up, Livvie saw that Reed was already looking at her. His eyes were entirely too focused for someone who had been recently beaten with a cane. He was regarding her strangely. As if he’d never seen her before until now.
“Yeah, I’m still here. Waiting on you, you fucker. I need more,” Reed said to Caleb, but his eyes remained on Livvie.
WHACK! Caleb’s open hand landed hard against Reed’s naked ass. Once. Twice. Three times.
“What the fuck?!” Reed groaned out. It sounded like he wanted to hate what Caleb had just done, but the pleasure had made it impossible to sound convincingly annoyed.
“If you’re going to act like a whiny woman, then I’ll treat you like one.”
“Fuck you, Caleb.”
“No, Agent. Not quite yet. And next time you address me by my name, I’ll send you home without breaking a single inch of your skin.”
Livvie could see the muscles in Reed’s throat move as he swallowed hard, his brows drawing together as he continued to gaze at her.
Caleb must have sensed Reed backing down because he said, “That’s what I thought, Agent.”
Livvie wanted to laugh. Seeing Reed flustered was really fucking funny, but the throb in her sex was making it damn hard to concentrate long enough to do anything other than pant lustfully.
Very sexy, Livvie. Very. Sexy.
Not.
“Reed, I want you to give me your safe word again. Because once I start, I won’t stop until I have two complete gates decorating your skin.”
Her eyes widened because Livvie knew what a single gate felt like. A gate, as Caleb had explained to her once, was four strikes about two inches apart, and then a fifth strike diagonally across the four. A single cane strike hurt like hell. She couldn’t even imagine two full gates back to back.
Reed would probably tease her and say, “My masochist is bigger than yours.”
Livvie mentally snickered. Yes, well, that wasn’t the only thing of Reed’s that was big.
“My safe word is red,” Reed answered.
“Red,” Caleb repeated. “Good.”
Eyes still glued to Reed’s face, Livvie could see Caleb moving around behind Reed in her peripheral vision. But for the life of her, she couldn’t peel her eyes away from Reed.
There was an excited gleam in his eyes that sent shivers down her spine. His body was vibrating with anticipation, and when she looked down, his cock was so hard that it had to be painful. When her eyes landed on his penis, it jumped a little, almost like it was giving her an excited little wave. Livvie smiled wide. Would it be rude if she didn’t wave back…maybe with her mouth on that blushing head?
“Kitten. Please stop fucking Reed with your eyes and pay attention.”
Shit. Fuck. Crap. She quickly removed her eyes from Reed’s dick and looked to Caleb. Livvie couldn’t read Caleb’s tone, which always annoyed her. The words were said entirely too casually to be a good thing. She couldn’t decide if he was upset that she’d been eye-fucking Reed or if he…maybe liked it.
“Sorry, Caleb,” Livvie said and lowered her eyes to the floor.
Caleb abruptly laughed. It was a rich sound that was full of sunshine and warmth. Livvie looked up again, her insides melting at the image Caleb painted. No one could have bathed in that sound and not fallen in love with him just a little bit.
It’s what had made him deadly good in his previous profession, Livvie’s mind reminded her, but she quickly pushed those thoughts back. They had no place here, or anywhere in their lives. That was from a different lifetime. He wasn’t that Caleb anymore. Now he was her Caleb.
Refocusing, she saw that Caleb’s head was thrown back and he was laughing as if she’d said the most hilarious thing he’d ever heard, the asshole. But, damn, did he look beautiful.
The low lighting in the room illuminated the blonde strands of his hair, and his chiseled chest had a gold luster to it. He was magnificent. He looked like a real life angel.
Caleb’s dark blue eyes met hers and the points of his fangs peaked out from under his top lip.
Okay, well, maybe not an angel exactly, but more of the fallen variety.
“Oh, my wicked little kitten, you’re such a liar,” Caleb said to Livvie, laughter still on lips. “You’re not really sorry. No, I think you’re enjoying this very much. And I think you forget that I can smell just how much you’re eye-fucking Reed.”
Her jaw dropped. Oh my God, he’d actually said that. She couldn’t even look at Reed now. Hell, she couldn’t look at Caleb either. He’d known all along, the jerk. Caleb had known she wanted Reed.
“That’s okay, Kitten. I’m not angry.” His tone was silky…too silky. Caleb eyes gleamed with mischief.
Livvie could do nothing more than swallow as Caleb licked one of the fangs as he began to step closer to Reed. Caleb didn’t stop until his naked chest was pressed against Reed’s back.
Reed hissed and squirmed, but when Livvie glanced at his face, his eyes were closed shut in what looked like pleasure.
“The salt in my sweat burns exquisitely on the welts, doesn’t it, Agent?” Oh God, Caleb’s lips were pressed against Reed’s nape. The hand that wasn’t holding the cane was slowly sliding up Reed’s flat stomach.
Reed whimpered. He. Actually. Whimpered. But it was a sound, Livvie could tell, he’d fought to hold back. As if he didn’t want to give Caleb the satisfaction of knowing he affected Reed so.
But then Caleb dragged his tongue down the side of Reed’s neck, and Reed moaned so loud, Livvie almost came all over herself. Fuck, these boys were going to be the death of her.
Death by male hotness. Best death ever.
Reed was trembling as if he was cold. Livvie knew he wasn’t, knew exactly what that felt like. It was The Caleb Effect. Though she’d never use that term to Caleb’s face. His head would cease to fit through doorways.
“Don’t you dare fucking come, Agent. You don’t have my permission,” Caleb growled against Reed’s skin.
Reed made a frustrated noise. Livvie felt for him, she really did. She’d been in his position many times. The Caleb Effect was pure sweet fucking torture.
Caleb ran his nose up and down Reed’s neck, undoubtedly using his vampy senses to catalog all of Reed’s current “feelings.” Again, not a word she’d use with Caleb.
But, damn, what a sight they both made. Livvie felt her legs begin to tremble and her skin to heat from the inside out as Caleb continued to tease Reed. Reed was failing miserably at keeping control of his body. Man, she couldn’t have fantasized this moment better if
she’d tried.
This night was taking on a crazy-ass turn that made it feel like she was in a totally different universe. Caleb touching Reed. Reed loving it. Caleb ordering her to stand naked before Reed.
She took a deep breath. Holy hell, Livvie almost wanted to pinch herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. She hoped this never ended.
When Reed finally had himself under control, Caleb released him. Caleb’s eyes landed on Livvie and she knew he was gauging her reaction. Well, he wouldn’t find anything other than a wet pussy and a watering mouth.
One corner of Caleb’s mouth lifted knowingly. “Now, Kitten. Hold on to our dear Agent Reed. He’s going to need your support in a second.”
Caleb lifted the cane in the air, and Livvie had only a second to jump forward and wrap her arms around Reed’s waist. Then she heard the cane whistle through the air and land against Reed’s back. Reed’s breath whooshed out, a guttural sound leaving his throat.
Livvie tightened her arms on Reed as another hit came. She didn’t want to get in the way of the cane, so she gripped Reed by his ribs. Livvie’s body was being jolted along with Reed’s with every hit, and the feeling of it, she realized, was surprisingly erotic. She was nude and her nipples were pressed tightly against Reed’s chest, the scent of him everywhere. She tilted her face up to find his eyes closed in obvious ecstasy. His lips were parted, and every time Caleb landed another blow, his mouth would open further and he’d moan deep in his throat. She could see his tongue, wet and inviting inside his mouth. Livvie’s own mouth watered. God, how she wanted to kiss him. How she wanted to know what the pain on his face tasted of—the pain that transformed into something so fucking beautiful. Livvie wanted to melt into his skin, to feel it from within him.
She shivered. Hard.
Then Livvie’s eyes met Caleb’s over Reed’s shoulder. There was so much said between the two of them in the space of those few heartbeats that an instant later, she let go of all hesitation. Caleb would allow her to have Reed any way she wanted him. Under Caleb’s watchful eyes, of course, and under his rules, but have him she would.
