by Mari Carr
None of them moved. Vincent wanted to, but the moment was too much. Too many emotions, realizations, dreams and fears crashed in on him at the exact same time.
He was buried balls deep inside another man.
His wife wasn’t submissive and he didn’t care.
They all could have been killed tonight.
Even in the Trinity Masters, a place he’d always believed to be different—his safe zone, his sanctuary—he was a black man in a white man’s world. It wouldn’t stand. He wouldn’t let it. He was determined to root out the evil there.
All of that vanished when the last truth reemerged, screaming louder than all the rest.
He was in love. With Charlotte. And with Christian.
His cock ached, his lungs were tight, and his heart was pounding so loud it was deafening.
Charlotte reached around Christian and cupped his cheek, gently stroking it.
“Please,” she whispered.
It was a simple word. One that could have a million different meanings in this context.
Please don’t wait. Please move. Please fuck. Please thrust.
Please me. Please us.
Please be the man we need.
There was nothing Vincent wouldn’t give her. Or Christian. So he slowly withdrew and then gave them everything he had. He pounded, every emotion fighting, clawing its way to the surface, trying to make itself seen, known.
Christian grunted with each inward push, his face pressed in the crook of Charlotte’s neck and shoulder, kissing her there.
Vincent increased the rhythm, moved faster when Charlotte’s gaze lifted to his.
Neither one of them spoke as they continued to fuck, but there was still a conversation, so much said.
She loved him—them. She felt the same overpowering need to protect what was hers, to stake her claim. Franco had bemoaned the overprotective dominance of the men in the Trinity Masters, but what he’d failed to acknowledge was that the women were even more powerful.
While Vincent had always employed rope or straps on his lovers, Charlotte was binding him with much more delicate ties. Something stronger than the thickest chains.
He’d always been the one in charge, grabbing what he wanted without apology. But tonight, right now, he was the possession. He was hers. And Christian’s.
And he finally realized it was impossible to truly claim someone’s love and trust without relinquishing your own heart in the process.
Christian fell first. Between the blowjob, the beautiful woman beneath him and the hard cock in his ass, Vincent was surprised Christian had held on this long.
Vincent stilled his motions as Christian’s climax trembled through him.
“Jesus Christ. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Christian’s body shuddered hard as he closed his eyes and rode out the storm.
While Vincent took that time to steady himself, to fight off his own climax, Charlotte stroked Christian’s shoulders and arms, kissing every bit of skin she could reach.
A few minutes later, Christian lifted his head. “Sorry,” he whispered with a crooked grin tossed over his shoulder.
Vincent shook his head. “No. Don’t apologize for that.” He slowly withdrew from Christian as his lover, in turn, pulled out of Charlotte.
Christian fell to his side on the mattress next to Charlotte, but his eyes betrayed him. “I know you’ve never been with a man…”
“That was my first time, Christian. But it won’t be the last. That was…something I never want to live without again.”
“With just me, though, right?” Christian tried to confirm.
Charlotte laughed softly. “Greedy bastard.”
Vincent didn’t share her laughter. Mainly because he could see how genuine Christian’s fear was. It was times like this that reminded Vincent he’d only been with his partners for a matter of days. Regardless of how well they fit together, words weren’t going to have the same effect as time. However, he offered the reassurance just the same.
“Only you, Christian. You’re the only man I’ll ever want.” Then he looked at Charlotte. Though she hadn’t expressed concern, he gave her the same. “And you’re the only woman.”
He rose from the bed, his actions taking both his lovers by surprise. “Christian, keep Charlotte hot for me, but make sure she doesn’t come. I’m going to clean up and then it’s her turn.”
Christian, though still wiped out from his overpowering orgasm, wasted no time obeying his order. He ran his finger along her slit as Charlotte’s legs opened wider. She cried out “oh” when he applied pressure to her clit.
That was all Vincent saw before going to the master bathroom. He pulled the condom off his rock-hard erection and washed it with warm water, fighting the urge to come with everything he had. He was too close.
Controlling his climaxes had never been a problem in the past. His staying power was one of the things he’d always prided himself on. He could fuck his lovers through three, four, even five orgasms before giving in to his own. That ability had vanished with Charlotte and Christian.
He rested his palms on the sink and took several deep breaths before looking at his own reflection in the mirror. Vincent struggled to recognize the man staring back. His typical confidence—okay, arrogance—had faded, giving way to something much different.
He looked…vulnerable.
Christian and Charlotte had his heart in their teeth. His happiness was completely wrapped up in theirs, and he grinned—showing way too many of his white teeth—as he realized he’d never experienced such sheer, unadulterated bliss.
“Vincent,” Charlotte called out from the bedroom, followed quickly by Christian’s shush.
He chuckled, hoping his lovers didn’t hear him lest they thought him insane. Charlotte was clearly growing impatient, and rather than wait for him like a good little submissive, she was making her own demands. Somehow, that realization helped center him as he straightened up, prepared to give Charlotte everything she never knew she wanted.
Chapter Nine
Charlotte closed her eyes and shivered as Christian stroked her clit. She’d been right on the verge of coming when Christian went over, but then Vincent had pulled away and it had floated to the background. Now, the climax that had been simmering was making itself known again.
“Harder,” she whispered.
“Vincent said—”
“I won’t tell,” she promised. It wasn’t like she only had one good orgasm in her, a fact she’d only discovered since the binding ceremony. These men had proven she had lots of them waiting in the wings.
Rather than give her what she wanted, Christian’s fingers vanished a split second before her arms were pulled above her head roughly, the snap of the cuffs fastening her wrists to the headboard taking her by surprise.
She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, not anxious to see Vincent’s face. She didn’t need visual proof to know he’d heard her—and he was pissed.
“Closing your eyes isn’t going to change anything.”
She bit her lower lip as she slowly slid her eyes open. Vincent was leaning over the bed, his face inches from hers.
Yep. Pissed.
“Hey,” she said as casually as she could muster, while trying to subtly test how tight the cuffs were.
Apparently, she wasn’t subtle enough.
“Those cuffs are going to hold, so you can stop trying to escape. What was the last thing I said before I left this room?”
She had an excellent memory, and while she knew exactly what he was referring to, she wasn’t going to give in that easily. “You said it was my turn.”
Vincent’s scowl grew darker. A wise woman might have held her tongue, put a little effort toward not poking the coiled, ready-to-strike rattlesnake. Obviously, she wasn’t wise. She was horny.
“You know what I said, Charlotte.”
She tried to ease his anger with a cute grin and sweet tone. “I know, but you were taking too long.”
As soon as she uttered the wo
rds, she knew there wasn’t a tone on Earth that would calm his temper after her complaint was issued.
“Is that right?”
Charlotte closed her mouth, her mind whirling over how to respond. She was pretty sure she’d never heard a deadlier tone, a more threatening question. Her goose was cooked.
Vincent stood straight, looking down at her. “You’re about to find out exactly how long I can take.”
He stepped away from the bed to recover the duffel bag of toys he’d purchased in New York. Charlotte had been in the car when he’d made his purchases, but she knew there were items that they hadn’t had time to utilize yet.
She’d snuck a glance when she grabbed the lube, so she knew exactly what was left in the bag.
Vincent picked up the lubrication she’d used on Christian from the foot of the mattress as he returned. He looked at Christian.
“Tug that leg closest to you over your hip and hold her open for me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Charlotte shot Christian a dirty look that bounced right off the man. Christian looked far too pleased about becoming Vincent’s accomplice in this.
“We’ve skirted around the issue long enough,” Vincent said as he pressed a vibrator inside her. No thrusting, no teasing. Just one firm press and the toy was lodged fully.
“Issue?” she asked.
Vincent cupped her face in his large, strong palms, making damn sure she couldn’t look him anywhere other than straight in the eye.
“From this point on, you are only allowed to say three things, and only in response to direct questions from me. Yes, Sir. No, Sir. Or, if needed, your safe word. Do you remember what it is?”
She did, but she pursed her lips, refusing to give it to him, unwilling to risk ending this too soon. He’d already mistaken her response regarding BDSM at the first club they’d visited in Boston, dragging her out before she’d had a chance to try anything.
“Charlotte,” Vincent prodded, still holding her head tightly. “What’s your safe word?”
“Boston,” she whispered. “But I’m not going to say th—”
Before she could finish, Christian’s hand slid over her mouth, taking her by surprise. Christian had always been her equal when it came to sex with Vincent. Two subs, one Dom. It appeared that tide had turned.
“Remember the three things you can say. You don’t need to explain.”
Both men released her at the same time as she tried to keep up, adjust. That time was cut short when Vincent reached between her legs and turned the vibrator on low. She jerked at the initial stimulation, wishing she could close her legs around it. Right now, the gentle vibrations were doing nothing to get her where she desperately wanted to be.
“Lift that leg toward her shoulder, Christian.”
Again, Christian was ready to do Vincent’s bidding.
“Traitor,” she murmured, hoping she’d said it low enough that only Christian could hear.
However, she was batting a thousand tonight on failed attempts. Vincent swatted her. Right on her pussy.
She was becoming a huge fan of his spankings, but so far those had only landed on her ass. This was…
“Oh!” she squeaked, when he spanked her again, his palm driving the vibrator deeper inside her.
“Holy shit. I didn’t know—”
Christian cupped her cheek and turned her face toward his. The action reminded her she’d spoken out of turn again.
“Do you understand the instructions Vincent gave you in regards to speaking?”
She nodded slowly, wondering where this sexy-as-fuck alpha male had come from. So far, Christian had been her affable buddy, but this guy…
She was fucked. Completely and deliciously fucked.
He paused and waited.
“Yes,” she added. Again, Christian simply continued to stare her down. “Um…yes, Sir.”
He stroked her cheek with his thumb in approval, and she resisted the urge to purr like a cat.
“Guess it’s a good thing I never joined the military,” she joked.
And just like that, Christian’s soft caresses ended.
“Shit,” she muttered. “Maybe this would work better if you just gagged me.”
She thought for a second she heard Vincent chuckle, but when she glanced in his direction, his face was just as stern as it had been when he’d first walked out of the bathroom.
“No. No gag. You’re going to learn self-control, Charlotte. We’ve got all night.”
“Something tells me it’ll take longer than that,” she warned.
One second she was on her back, the next her arms were twisted above her head as Vincent flipped her facedown on the mattress, spanking her ass. Hard.
Charlotte only registered the pain through the first couple blows. Then, as she’d discovered after the first time, the sting turned to heat. And then this incredible pulsing between her legs started. Her pussy clenched greedily against the vibrator and finally—finally—she felt like the thing might actually be enough to help her…
Vincent turned the vibrator off.
She opened her mouth to complain, but Christian’s hand was there, covering it, cutting off any sound she might make. And she realized she still had her ally. Christian wasn’t solely Team Vincent. He was helping her as well.
The spanking resumed as Vincent placed another dozen or so slaps on her tender ass. She understood that in his mind this was meant to be a punishment, but apparently, Charlotte possessed a masochistic streak that hadn’t been exposed until now.
The pain was too much of a turn-on to teach her anything other than bad behavior would bring her a reward. Vincent would figure that out soon enough on his own, so she didn’t bother to tell him he was missing the mark if he thought this was going to shut her up.
She giggled, instantly sorry she hadn’t repressed her humor. Vincent stopped spanking her, and Christian’s hand slid away from her mouth.
“Did she just laugh?” Vincent asked.
Charlotte bit her lip, trying to hide her stupid grin as Christian nodded.
“I see.” From the tone in his voice, Charlotte realized she’d tipped her hand way too soon.
However, she was left to wonder what he’d do with that information when he instructed her to lift her hips. Once she did so, Vincent pulled her legs apart, pressing one of his thick fingers inside her pussy, alongside the vibrator. It was a tight fit, but a deadly touch. He found her G-spot and stroked it until she was quivering with the need to come.
“Vincent,” she whispered.
Once again, she’d given herself away. His finger…and the vibrator…disappeared.
It was on the tip of her tongue to scream “no,” but she knew that would only prolong this agony. Vincent had every intention of keeping her on the edge of her orgasm until she gave him what he wanted.
Submission.
God. It figured he’d pick the hardest thing. She loved the bondage, the pain, the rough touches, and she didn’t really mind him making her wait for this orgasm. She was smart enough to know that when it came, it would blow the rafters off the hotel. She sort of thought she was going to be really good at this BDSM stuff.
Mostly.
The problem was the parts she loved weren’t going to be enough for him. He wanted the one thing that didn’t come natural.
She tilted her head when Vincent kissed the side of her neck and murmured “good girl” in her ear. He’d recognized her restraint.
She liked his praise. Wanted more of it.
Christian ran his hand underneath her, taking her nipple between his fingers and squeezing. She moaned, overwhelmed by how two such different and fairly simple touches could drive her as mad as the hardest fucking.
Vincent’s gentle kisses paired with the sting of Christian’s pinches were deadly to her self-control. If her hands were free, she’d have four of her own fingers buried inside herself, but they’d left her no way to find her own salvation.
She was at their mercy.
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Vincent broke the spell first, moving back until he was kneeling between her legs. The first touch of lubrication on her anus was cool, and she shivered. Until he worked it inside.
Then, as always, he sparked a flame.
Charlotte fought against the natural instinct that said “come, come, come” as Vincent worked one, then two, then—oh hell yeah—three fingers inside her ass. Christian was still playing with her breasts, alternating between soft strokes and firm pinches. She was going to be sore tomorrow. Everywhere. The sadistic part of her was looking forward to the tender places and steamy memories.
When Vincent pushed the butt plug inside, she was more than ready for it. And it wasn’t until she was twisted once again, to her back, that she understood she wasn’t the only one suffering through this lesson.
Christian—smug bastard—grinned at both of them. He’d gotten his orgasm, and even though he participated in her training, it was clear he hadn’t fully recovered from the power of his climax. His body was relaxed, sated, his eyes heavy, almost sleepy. He leaned over and softly sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.
Vincent stroked her clit, and then drove two fingers into her pussy. Charlotte’s back arched.
Fucker.
He’d told her not to come, but every single thing he’d done since issuing that command had pushed her toward it. No, he’d been shoving her toward it. Roughly.
“God. Please.” Neither of those words was on her “approved” list, but she didn’t care. She was done playing the good girl. He had something she wanted. No, something she needed.
“Christian. Release her hands.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Charlotte’s wrists fell to the pillow. On one hand, she wanted to jump up, throw Vincent to the ground and ravish him, then turn around to do the same to Christian. On the other hand, she had a bad feeling that no longer being tied up was a bad thing.
“Kneel up,” Vincent barked.
“What’s that?”
Christian let out an exasperated groan.
“What?” She looked at Christian, frustrated. She still wasn’t getting what she wanted. If that continued much longer, this wasn’t going to end well for any of them. She was a woman on the edge. “I don’t know what he’s talking about.”
