Delicate Ties (Trinity Master Book 8)

by Mari Carr

  “Rinse,” Christian urged, and Charlotte went under the water again, sluicing out the shampoo.

  When she reemerged, she looked at Vincent quizzically. “Aren’t you getting in? There’s plenty of room.”

  He took his turn in the shower and then walked toward the tub. “I was enjoying the show.”

  Charlotte tilted her head as he joined them in the water. “Speaking of shows…” she began.

  Vincent pressed the button to start the jets and added his own groan to theirs. “What about shows?”

  “I’ve been thinking about my issues with submission.”

  Vincent’s cock responded to the word, thickening, even as he frowned. “You don’t have issues, beauty. I already told you that.”

  Her smile betrayed her words. She clearly wasn’t worried that she was lacking. Instead, her wicked grin was sex and sin incarnate as she leaned closer to whisper in his ear. “I was thinking that maybe you and Christian could give me a demonstration, show me how it’s done.”

  Vincent’s gaze drifted to Christian, who’d heard her suggestion. And there was no denying he would be all in.

  He hadn’t even scratched the surface when it came to exploring BDSM with his new lovers. He’d been afraid to broach it after all they’d learned about Rose and Caden. Now, he knew his spouses were made of sterner stuff.

  “Finish washing each other off,” Vincent said to both of them, making sure there was no mistaking his words as anything less than a command. “Then meet me in the bedroom.”

  Vincent did his own quick clean up before leaving the bathtub. “You have ten minutes.”

  He hoped that would give him enough time to prepare. His mind was whirling, too many desires crashing in on him. He had to keep telling himself he had a lifetime with Charlotte and Christian. They didn’t have to do everything in a single night. That thought kept fading. His driver had arrived that morning with all the things Vincent had requested his personal assistant send. He’d needed to replace everything he had lost in the fire. His driver, as well as his PA, had worked for him for years, and they were both completely aware of Vincent’s sexual proclivities.

  As such, he had a decent enough arsenal to accomplish what he wanted.

  What he needed.

  He donned a pair of black boxer briefs, the thin cotton doing nothing to hide his rock-hard erection.

  When he returned to the bedroom with his large bag of tricks in hand, Charlotte was wrapped in one of the hotel robes, sitting in a chair. Meanwhile, Christian was already immersed in his role, naked and kneeling by the foot of the bed, eyes lowered.

  First things first, Vincent decided.

  For someone who claimed to want lessons on submission, Charlotte was off to a terrible start. She was orchestrating, trying to take control.

  She’d get her demonstration, but it wasn’t going to be hands-off.

  At least not the way she thought it was.

  He walked over to where she sat, enjoying the surprise in her eyes when he gripped her upper arm and tugged until she was standing.

  “Take off the robe, Charlotte.”

  “But I thought—”

  “Now!”

  The robe hit the floor within seconds, Charlotte’s eyes wide, her pupils dilated. One word, one command, and the submissive she couldn’t see was there in the room. He was going to make damn sure she never questioned her true nature again after tonight.

  “Sit back down.”

  Charlotte sank down slowly. Vincent gripped her wrists, pulling them behind the back of the chair. He snapped on the handcuffs.

  “But—”

  “Charlotte. Not one word. I don’t want to hear one single word from that pretty mouth of yours.”

  She bit her lip and he could almost read her thoughts. She was tempted to test him, primarily because their little pain junkie liked spankings. Which was why she would get one.

  He waited, daring her to defy him. Because she definitely needed a lesson in true punishment.

  Twice she opened her mouth, but each time she pressed her lips closed again.

  Finally, he cupped her cheek, caressing the soft skin there with his thumb. “Good girl.”

  She appeared to like that praise, as much as it rankled. She had enough feminist in her to consider it an insult. She also possessed enough of the submissive gene to crave it just the same.

  “Open your legs. I want to be able to see you. Don’t close them. No matter what. Do you understand?”

  She nodded, parting her thighs.

  He waited, eyebrow raised. She knew what he wanted.

  And, because she had just enough devil in her, she made him wait ten seconds too long.

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, letting him know her responses would be on her terms. It was just the opening he’d been hoping for.

  “You’re a brat, beauty.”

  She opened her mouth, but he placed his hand over it to stop her from speaking. “Christian is going to show you how good subs behave. In the meantime, you’re going to see how bad subs are punished.”

  He pulled two belts from his bag and used them to strap her ankles to the legs of the chair. Once she was secured, he reached behind her and roughly scooted her ass to the edge. The position left her completely on display.

  Vincent heard Christian’s intake of breath, and he glanced over his shoulder, eyes narrowed when he saw their lover watching them. His eyes drifted downwards to Christian’s fully erect cock.

  Christian took the unspoken warning and lowered his eyes once more.

  “Not all punishments bring you pleasure, Charlotte,” Vincent said, turning his attention to her once more.

  He reached into the bag to retrieve the dual vibrator and lubrication. Neither he nor Christian had taken her ass before tonight. That was going to change.

  Charlotte frowned as she looked at the toy.

  Vincent didn’t bother to explain what he was going to do. It was evident enough. He reached beneath her, lifting her a few inches off the chair. “This is going to be tight, but I think we can make it work.” He squeezed some of the lubrication into her ass, working it in with his fingers. Charlotte’s head fell back and her eyes drifted closed with a soft “ah.”

  How quickly she forgets, Vincent thought.

  “This is a punishment, Charlotte. Remember that.”

  Her eyes flew back to his face as he slowly pushed the vibrator in place, penetrating her ass and pussy at the same time.

  Charlotte clearly didn’t agree with the punishment part. But she would. Soon enough.

  Once the toy was in place, both holes full, he released her and turned the toy on its lowest setting, then leaned back to watch.

  She jerked slightly at the first rumble of vibrations, her lower body gyrating. The initial pleasure faded within moments and it was soon obvious that she needed more stimulation.

  Her gaze landed on his face and he recognized the moment she understood.

  “You can’t leave me like this. It’s not enough.”

  Vincent stood, scowling. “Say one more word and I’ll leave you like that for the rest of the night.”

  She opened her mouth then closed it rapidly. She shuddered as she sought to close her legs around the toy.

  Vincent reached into his bag and pulled out an expandable spreader bar, attaching it in her knees with Velcro cuffs.

  Charlotte’s gaze drifted to the bag. No doubt she was wondering what other instruments of torture he had in there.

  Vincent studied her, enjoying the sight of her bound and helpless. Her nipples had tightened, and he briefly regretted not adding nipple clamps to the list he’d supplied his assistant.

  Next time, he thought with a wicked grin.

  Charlotte’s eyes narrowed at the look, but the wise woman kept her thoughts to herself. She was learning.

  Time to begin the demonstration she’d requested.

  Christian was still kneeling by the bed, his head lowered, when Vincent approached him. He ran his hand
through Christian’s damp hair.

  “Such a good sub,” he murmured, for Charlotte as much as for Christian. He wanted her to see how much better things could be for a submissive who obeyed.

  Vincent slid his boxers down, kicking them off.

  “Suck my cock,” he commanded.

  Christian lost no time lifting his ass from his heels in order to get to Vincent. He gripped the base of Vincent’s dick firmly, sucking the head almost painfully.

  Vincent was struck by the difference in the way a man gave head versus a woman. He liked Christian’s rough touch.

  Gripping his lover’s hair, he pulled it as he guided Christian’s mouth along his cock, setting the pace, taking what he wanted. Within moments, they’d drifted out of blowjob range as he fucked Christian’s mouth. Hard.

  Vincent tested his own limits, taking as much as he could, only pushing Christian away when he was on the cusp of climaxing.

  Christian’s breathing was loud, harsh in the quiet room. Charlotte was also panting. Vincent glanced over, pleased to find her eyes locked on them, on what they were doing.

  Vincent knelt in front of Christian and kissed him. Their mouths opened and their tongues tangled, each of them taking more than they’d dared before. Once they parted, Vincent cupped Christian’s face in his palms and they simply looked at each other. Vincent never realized how much could be said without words until he met these two.

  “Get on your hands and knees on the bed, Christian.” His voice was gruff, too full of emotion. He’d known when he walked into this room, the night wasn’t only going to be a new experience for Christian and Charlotte.

  Love was the difference.

  He was in love with his subs. Heart-pounding, cock-thumping love.

  Vincent had always prided himself on his ability to bring his subs and himself pleasure, certain he was well versed in sex.

  The truth was, sex with strangers didn’t possess one-tenth of the power of sex with love.

  Once Christian was on the bed, in the position he’d commanded, Vincent returned to the bag, pulling out the leather paddle and butt plug. He retrieved the lube from the desk where he’d left it after preparing Charlotte.

  Charlotte watched his progress with wide eyes. Her cheeks were flushed and she was still struggling to thrust, to find some way to relieve the pressure growing.

  Vincent leaned over to place a kiss on her forehead. “You’re being very good, Charlotte. Very patient. Keep watching quietly and I’ll reward you for it.”

  She nodded slowly, her eyes drifting back to where Christian waited on the bed. She liked watching.

  Pain junkie, submissive and voyeur.

  Vincent couldn’t have created a more ideal woman if he’d tried.

  Returning to the bed, he stepped to the side of the mattress and let Christian see what was in his hands. The man shuddered with desire.

  “Open your mouth,” Vincent commanded, pushing the butt plug inside. “Get it wet and hot for me.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Christian held the toy in his mouth as Vincent shifted lower. He picked up the paddle and lightly caressed Christian’s bare ass with it. Christian didn’t shy away from the touch. In fact, he lifted his ass the slightest bit higher.

  Vincent accepted the silent invitation. He brought the paddle down hard, giving a firm slap to Christian’s right ass cheek. And then to his left. He repeated the motion a dozen times, varying the placement and the strength.

  Christian groaned, the sound garbled by the plug. Vincent kept a close eye on his lover. Christian had never been paddled before, but given the way his dick remained hard, there was no denying he liked it.

  Vincent dropped the paddle, rubbing the hot skin on Christian’s ass before picking up the lube.

  “Lower your head to the mattress,” Vincent demanded.

  Christian dropped forward as if he’d been fighting to hold himself up. Vincent squeezed some lube into his ass and worked it in, then he reached around to tug the plug from Christian’s mouth.

  “Did you like that, Christian?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He sensed there were some powerful emotions rumbling through his lover, and Vincent realized he missed their voices—Christian’s and Charlotte’s. In the past, he’d always insisted on—demanded—silence from his lovers, allowing them only to speak those few words in response to his questions.

  He didn’t want that anymore. Not with his spouses.

  “Christian,” Vincent said, placing his hand on his lover’s red ass. “What do you want?”

  Christian looked over his shoulder, his blue eyes dark with hunger. “Put the plug in, Master. Don’t go slow. Please.”

  Vincent locked his knees as Christian called him Master. That word had never packed such a punch before. He struggled to catch his own breath.

  He couldn’t resist Christian’s pleas or the desire in his expression. He reached out, tugging Christian up as he cupped the back of his neck and kissed him.

  Christian’s hands gripped Vincent’s waist as he shifted on the bed, drawing their bodies closer until their dicks bumped into each other. Christian tilted his hips forward, pressing his cock against Vincent’s stomach.

  “Love you,” Christian murmured against his lips. “Always.”

  Vincent was the first to break away, holding his gaze. “I love you too.”

  And then together, they looked at Charlotte.

  Her attention was riveted, locked on them. For a moment, Vincent thought he saw a tear in her eye, but when she smiled, he understood she was under the same spell, lost in the same emotions.

  “Bend over again, Christian.”

  Christian eagerly resumed the position, and Vincent gave him exactly what he wanted. He shoved the plug to the hilt in one hard motion.

  Christian groaned.

  “Now turn around and sit on the edge of the mattress.” Vincent knew it would be an uncomfortable request to obey, but Christian didn’t hesitate. He winced slightly with the pressure on his sore ass and deeper intrusion of the plug.

  Vincent returned to Charlotte, bending down to kiss her. Unlike Christian, he kept the touch light, gentle. It wasn’t what she wanted, but she wasn’t in a position to ask for more and they both knew it.

  “Did you see how well Christian obeyed me?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said without hesitation.

  “Did you see how I rewarded him for his good behavior?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He studied her face. “You have more to say?”

  She paused, clearly trying to decide if this was a trick. Then she slowly nodded. “Yes, Sir.” He heard the slight inflection at the end that made her response more question than answer.

  “Say it,” Vincent prompted.

  Charlotte took one look at Christian and every thought she’d been forced to hold in exploded from her. “Holy shit! That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I swear to God, I thought I was going to spontaneously combust. The way you used that paddle. And, Christian, you and that plug. And that kiss. And the way… Oh God. I love you both so much. But if you don’t get this toy out of me and take off these restraints, I’m going to burst into Hulk mode, go solid green muscle and fucking take everyone down.”

  Christian laughed loudly. Vincent wanted to follow suit, but instead he fought to maintain a stern expression.

  “That’s not very sub-like, beauty.”

  He expected her to rail at him even more, so he was taken off guard when she simply said, “Please, Master.”

  Vincent had her untied within seconds, then he slowly slid the dual vibrator from her body before shutting it off.

  “Lay on your back, Christian. In the middle of the bed,” Vincent directed as he helped Charlotte stand.

  Once Christian was lying down, he bid Charlotte to climb on top. She did so eagerly, losing no time guiding Christian’s cock inside.

  They both groaned, the sound more relief than desire. Charlotte started to move up and down,
but Vincent halted her actions.

  “Lean forward, Charlotte. Place your head on his chest and don’t move. We’re doing this together. The three of us.”

  His intent clear, neither Christian nor Charlotte hesitated to do as commanded. They wanted it as much as he did.

  Vincent worked more lubrication into her ass, anxious to make this feel good. He never wanted to hurt her. Hurt either of them.

  The vibrator had stretched her a little, but she was still going to feel the difference.

  “Charlotte,” he said as he placed the head of his cock at her anus. “Breathe, love.”

  She sucked in a deep breath and then released it. As she did so, he pushed the head in, stretching her virgin hole. He paused for a moment, giving her time to adjust, and if she so desired, to reject it.

  Charlotte, his brave adventurer, looked at him over her shoulder. “Deeper,” she said, before adding a hasty, “Sir.”

  He chuckled, pushing in another inch or so, enjoying her gasp and Christian’s groan. They were with him in this, every step of the way.

  For several minutes, the three of them slowly pressed and pushed and worked together until Vincent was there, buried deep.

  He could feel the pressure of Christian’s cock, filling her pussy.

  Christian caught his eye and gave him one quick nod. “Let go, Vincent,” he urged.

  Vincent opened his hands and let the reins slip.

  They moved together as if this was a dance they’d performed a million times before, finding the rhythm with ease.

  Vincent was convinced he’d been created just for them. And they for him.

  They reached for the peak together, Charlotte arriving first, then pushing them into the abyss with her.

  Vincent withdrew, pushing himself to one side of Christian, while Charlotte fell to the other, both of them limp as rag dolls. It took a few minutes for Vincent to regain his wits enough to remember the plug in Christian’s ass.

  Charlotte swatted Vincent’s hand away, tugging the toy free after she bid Christian to roll over. So much for that lesson sticking.

  Vincent reached for Christian, spooning him as he spooned Charlotte. None of them spoke, and after some time had passed, Vincent assumed they’d both fallen asleep.