by Scarlet Day
Well, damn. Colt drained the whiskey in one gulp and motioned for another. Once Matt refilled the glass, almost to the brim this time, Colt grabbed the glass and hauled himself to the back of the room. If his mood got any darker, he just might have to take a swing at Tucker, after all.
The dimness of the hallway did nothing to lift his spirits. Faint noises of pain and pleasure emanated from behind thick wooden doors along the hallway. Colt berated himself again. He could have sworn Laci was just as attracted to him as he was to her. They’d spent hours together at the bar over the last couple of weeks, laughing, flirting, or just talking comfortably. Of course, she’d done the same with Tucker, but If Colt had made the first move sooner, he might have been the one sharing a dungeon room with Laci.
He reached the door at the end of the hallway, Tucker’s door, and paused. Maybe he should just turn around and go back upstairs. Maybe he’d read more into the look he’d seen on Laci’s face earlier or imagined her calling Tucker “sir.” Not that he really believed that. Maybe he just needed to try and forget about whatever was going on between Tucker and Laci. Colt snorted. He knew there was no way he would be able to get any of it out of his head. He forced his arm up and rapped on the door once.
The heavy lock turned and the door swung open, revealing Tucker. “Come in.”
Colt took two steps inside the door and then came to an abrupt halt. Laci was there, standing near the padded table in the center of the room. Anger surged through Colt. He spun, his fist already coming up to swing at Tucker. Unfortunately for Colt, Tucker’s reflexes had always been a fraction of a second faster than Colt’s. Tucker grabbed Colt’s forearm mid-swing and wrenched it around behind him, driving his still-clenched fist into the center of his back.
Colt struggled against the hold. “Dammit, Tucker, let me go!”
“Not until you hear me out.” Tucker’s too-calm voice pissed Colt off even more. He struggled again, but Tucker’s grip held. “Listen to what I have to say. If you still want to hit me after that, then I won’t stop you.”
Colt considered the offer for a moment. “Really? ’Cause I’m pretty sure I’m still gonna want to hit you.”
Tucker chuckled. “Noted.” He let go of Colt and backed off, giving Colt space.
Colt glared at him and then glanced at Laci. Worry filled her face, turning her pretty pink lips down into a frown and creasing her forehead. Colt sighed. He hated the thought that his actions were causing her anxiety. Even though she’d obviously chosen Tucker, Colt had started to care about her and didn’t want to make her upset. Tucker, however, wouldn’t get off so easily. Colt turned a glare back on his business partner, alpha, and, up until now, his best friend in the world.
“Fine. Spit it out. Confirm what I’ve already figured out.”
Tucker put his hands in the back pockets of his jeans, a clear indication that he had no intention of fighting with Colt. “I’ve taken Laci as my sub.”
Colt snorted. “No fucking kidding. What I want to know is why.”
Tucker shrugged. “Because she asked me to.”
Tucker’s matter-of-fact statement wasn’t what Colt had expected, and it took some of the fight out of him. He stared in shock at Tucker, before turning a disbelieving gaze to Laci. How could he have been so wrong? How could he have misjudged the attraction he’d thought they’d shared? He’d been angry at the thought of Tucker making a move on her, but hearing it had been Laci who’d made the move plunged Colt into stunned confusion.
“But—I thought…” He didn’t know what to say. What was there to say, really? He didn’t think congratulations were appropriate, considering the circumstances.
“There’s a bit of a hitch, though.” Tucker’s voice dragged Colt’s attention away from Laci’s anxious face and his own tortured thoughts.
“Hitch? What does that mean?” Colt watched Tucker’s calculating expression.
“What hitch?” Laci was apparently just as much in the dark as Colt was.
Tucker walked over to Laci and ran his finger down her cheek. The anxiety left her face and her gaze fell to the floor. Colt recognized the signals. Laci was in full sub mode and she’d slipped into it instantly and effortlessly at a simple touch, which made him feel even worse.
Tucker circled behind Laci. “As much as she’s enjoyed our sessions, Laci isn’t satisfied.”
Laci’s gaze shot up and she opened her mouth, but then closed it. She didn’t drop her gaze though. Tucker’s lips twitched in a suppressed smile. “Do you deny it, kitten?”
Laci shifted her weight. “No, Master.”
Hearing Laci refer to Tucker as Master sent a sharp pain through Colt’s chest. But curiosity also gnawed at him. Why wasn’t Laci satisfied?
“Laci had no idea if she’d make a good sub and, to be honest, neither did I.” Tucker stroked her other cheek. “But she has taken to it quite well, though we’ve agreed that she can be just as headstrong as she wants outside of the dungeon.”
Tucker turned his attention to Colt. “However, it seems that this little kitten needs more, even if she hasn’t realized it or admitted it to herself.” He cocked one eyebrow and grinned. “She needs both of us.”
Laci gasped. Colt’s mind went blank and he was pretty sure his mouth had fallen open.
Tucker looked back to Laci, whose eyes were wide in apparent shock. “You enjoy being my sub, bending to my will, don’t you?”
Laci nodded.
“But you also feel a need to be in control sometimes. And you are just as attracted to Colt as you are to me. Am I right?”
A worried expression crossed Laci’s face. “But if you don’t want me to—”
Tucker shook his head. “I want you to be happy, Laci. And I think it will take both of us to keep you happy.”
Laci stayed silent, but her gaze flicked to Colt before looking back on Tucker’s keen stare.
Tucker stepped closer to Laci. “Colt is someone who would happily let you take the reins, Laci. He can be just as dominant as I am, but when you need to be in control, he’ll let you. I know you need that, Laci. I know you want it.” Tucker closed the distance and whispered into her ear. “Do you deny it? Look at Colt and tell me you want that. Tell me you want him.”
Laci and Colt locked gazes. A shiver worked its way across Laci’s skin. Colt couldn’t breathe. He felt as though his whole world hung on her next words.
“Yes, Master.”
“Yes, what?” Tucker obviously wanted a full answer.
“Yes, Master, I want that. And him.” Laci’s gaze slid back to the floor.
Colt opened his mouth. He closed it. He opened it again, but couldn’t find any words. He settled for gulping the remaining whiskey that hadn’t spilled on the floor from the glass he still clutched. The liquid burned as it slid down his throat, but it didn’t burn through the shock. His heart pounded in his chest, making loud drumbeats in his ears. His vision narrowed down, so that Laci was the only thing in his universe. She wanted him. She wanted to be what he needed, giving him the opportunity to satisfy both parts of himself.
As the promise of pleasure left him breathless, a small thread of doubt worked its way through his mind. He glanced at Tucker, who was watching him with narrowed eyes. The doubt grew, tangling itself into a knot in the pit of his stomach. There was something he needed to know, needed to be sure of, before this went any further. He braced himself, knowing the answer to his question could either be the beginning of something incredible or, just as easily, doom his relationship with Laci before it even started.
Chapter Thirteen
Laci watched Colt’s expression change from shock, to hope, to doubt. Her own emotions tangled into a knot in the pit of her stomach and wrapped in a vise-like grip around her chest, making it hard to breathe.
She’d thought she’d hidden her attraction to Colt well, and she knew Tucker wasn’t aware of her brief kiss with Colt. But Tucker had obviously caught the stolen glances and veiled flirting. Laci enjoyed the submis
sive role she had with Tucker, far more than she would have believed herself capable of. He was an accomplished Dom, completely in control. He’d given her a taste of what it meant to give up control in a way she’d never experienced or witnessed. Knowing she could take that control back, and that Tucker would immediately and willingly release it, was the thing that made all the difference.
But the idea of occasionally switching roles and letting her dominant tendencies out enticed her. The image of Colt, with his hands and wrists bound to the bedposts while he endured whatever she might inflict on him, sent a shiver up her spine. And the thought of having both of these men act as her Doms, pushing her limits in ways she was sure she couldn’t even imagine, made her pussy clench in anticipation.
But the shadow of doubt that passed over Colt’s eyes made her wonder if she would ever get to see that image or thoughts become reality. The knot in her stomach tightened as Colt took a deep breath and closed the distance between them. He trailed a finger along her jawline, leaving a fiery trail in its wake.
An internal struggle played across his face as he stared into her eyes. It felt like minutes passed before he finally spoke. “Laci, I need—” He shook his head and sighed, before starting again. “This needs to be your decision, Laci.” He glanced at Tucker and then returned a determined gaze back to her. “Not as his sub, though. You need to make this decision for yourself, not for anyone else.”
Relief flooded through Laci. She opened her mouth to answer, but then closed it and glanced at Tucker. He grinned and nodded. “Answer him honestly, Laci. Not as my sub, but as a woman in full control of her own desires and mind.”
Laci nodded and turned back to Colt, who watched her with a pensive expression. She knew exactly what she wanted. “I want you, Colt. I’ve wanted you since I first saw you.”
Colt’s eyes seemed to darken. He cupped her face in his hand and his palm felt hot against her skin. “And the rest of it? Having two Doms? One who might want you to take control once in a while? Are you ready for that?”
Laci’s pussy clenched again, and it was all she could do to keep from squirming. Her shorts were getting more uncomfortable by the second. With any luck, she’d have a good reason to get out of them very soon. She put her hand over Colt’s and moved closer to him, until her breasts brushed up against his chest. The fabric of their shirts wasn’t enough to block the heat passing between them.
She let a smirk slide across her lips. “I’m ready for it. But do you think you can handle me?”
The answer to her question knocked the breath out of her as Colt wrapped his arm around her waist and crushed her against his body. His lips descended on hers with unforgiving force. His tongue dominated her mouth, preventing her from catching her breath. Not that she cared about breathing.
She gripped his shoulders and dug her fingers into his taut flesh. He could kiss her like this forever and she wouldn’t get enough. She had wanted his lips on hers since he strolled into the bar during her first shift. She’d wanted his hands on her body every time they’d flirted with each other. The one kiss they’d shared had only whet her appetite and had made her yearn for more.
A throat cleared behind Laci. She’d almost forgotten that Tucker was in the room. She broke the kiss and pulled back from Colt, but kept her gaze locked with his. Footsteps sounded behind her, and then a hand slid up her back. Colt glanced over her shoulder as Tucker moved around into her field of vision.
A satisfied grin spread across Tucker’s face. “So, Colt, do you still want to hit me?”
Colt leveled a narrowed gaze at Tucker. “Maybe later.” His voice held humor and one side of his mouth turned up slightly.
Tucker chuckled and took the glass Colt still held, before crossing the room to the small bar. “Do you want another?”
Colt’s head swiveled slowly from side to side. “That’s not what I’m in the mood for right now.”
Tucker barked a short laugh. He poured himself a double shot of whiskey. “Then let’s see if we can figure out what you are in the mood for.”
Laci watched him as he walked back over to the table in the center of the room and then leaned against it. He swirled the whiskey around in his glass and then took a drink, his eyes never leaving Laci’s. Laci could feel his demeanor changing. For a few brief moments he had just been Tucker. But she could sense him reasserting himself as her Master, without even saying a word to her. She waited for his command, knowing it would come when he was ready. His stare bore into her, sending a shiver across her skin.
“Strip for him.” Tucker’s head jerked in Colt’s direction.
Laci turned toward Colt, her heart beating hard in her chest. She’d imagined getting naked for him, but doing it in front of Tucker heightened her senses. Her gaze locked with Colt’s and she tried to focus on him, but part of her was still keenly aware of Tucker’s stare behind her.
Laci kicked off her sandals first and then scooted them out of her way with her foot. Then she reached for the hem of her shirt. Colt’s gaze followed her hands as she lifted the shirt up, revealing her midriff. She kept watching him as she slowly raised her hands higher. His breathing grew faster when the shirt cleared her bare breasts. She momentarily lost sight of him as she raised the shirt over her head. Laci let the shirt fall to the floor, but Colt’s gaze didn’t follow it. Instead, his stare seemed to be firmly glued to her breasts, and she saw a slight tremble shake his body. She almost grinned, enjoying the effect she was having on him. Tucker had been right. Being a sub meant power.
She ratcheted up the torture he was obviously experiencing when her fingers moved to the clasp on her shorts. Colt’s tongue shot out and ran across his lips as she unzipped them. When she slid them over her hips and down her legs, she was rewarded with Colt’s sharp intake of breath. She kicked the shorts off and then stood before him, both of them almost panting with desire and anticipation. She stood bared before him and waited anxiously for Tucker’s next order.
“Good girl.” Laci’s heart swelled at Tucker’s praise. “Now suck him.”
Laci’s breath caught in her throat, and she locked gazes with Colt, his eyes as wide with anticipation as hers must have been. She moved toward him and then dropped to her knees, her whole body tingling with pent-up desire. Her fingers fumbled with the button and zipper on his jeans, but she finally got them unfastened. She’d never performed oral sex in front of an observer, and knowing Tucker watched increased the heat coursing through her veins.
As she tugged on Colt’s jeans and pulled them down over his hips, his cock sprang from the confining denim, erect and ready for her. She pushed his jeans to his knees and then ran her fingers over his exposed flesh, reveling in the contrast of the velvety softness of the skin over the hardness of his stiff cock. He sucked in a sharp breath at her touch. She grinned, knowing she would draw much more out of him soon enough.
Heat surged under her fingers as she wrapped them around his shaft. A shiny drop of fluid hung on his engorged head, and she swiped her tongue across it. Colt’s low groan sounded like a purr to her ears. The musky and salty taste of him sent a spasm through her pussy and made her want more. She pulled him into her mouth and closed her lips around his cock, her hand settling at its base.
His low groan turned to an agonized growl as she sucked and licked his swollen head, teasing it and pressing her tongue into his most sensitive spots. She tightened her fingers around him and stroked in time to the ministrations of her lips and tongue. His fingers entwined in her hair and he pushed himself further into her mouth, until she felt him at the back of her throat. She relaxed her throat and took all of him. Her free hand wrapped around his hip and grasped his ass, her fingers digging into his hard flesh.
The sound of ice cubes clattering into a glass behind her reminded her that Tucker was watching. She trembled and her clit ached at the thought of Tucker’s gaze on her. It made her more eager to bring Colt to a climax. She quickened her strokes and sucked harder. Colt groaned and tightened his
grip on her head, holding her captive while he thrust himself into her mouth. She could feel his release building as he groaned above her, his breathing becoming more ragged and desperate with each pump of her hand and stroke of her tongue.
The knowledge that she was in control of Colt’s pleasure, even though she was acting on Tucker’s orders, felt empowering. It was one of the contrasting elements of being a submissive that she was still trying to wrap her mind around. For the moment, she just let herself enjoy the thrill of it.
Colt trembled under her hands and then his whole body tensed. His salty liquid shot into Laci’s mouth and Colt yelled his release. She sucked harder, pulling every drop out of him. His fingers massaged her scalp while his body slowly relaxed. She leaned back, gently licking the head of his cock as she released it from her mouth. She turned her face up to his, and he smiled down at her with a satisfied grin.
“Damn, Laci. You’re amazing.” His voice was gruff and breathless.
“She is, isn’t she?” Fingers brushed across her shoulders and Laci knew they were Tucker’s, even though she hadn’t heard him approach her from behind.
Tucker tossed Colt a towel and handed Laci a tall glass. She accepted it and drank. The ice water washed the saltiness from her mouth and refreshed her dry throat. She drained the glass and handed it back to Tucker.
“Thank you, Master.” She hadn’t forgotten that she was still under Tucker’s control.
Tucker extended his hand and she placed hers in it, allowing him to raise her from her knees. She stood patiently, eyes downturned, waiting for his next instructions. Tucker returned the glass to the bar and then crossed the room back to her. His eyes were a dark gold, darker than Laci had seen them before.
“Bend over the table.”
The low growl of Tucker’s voice sent shivers down Laci’s spine. With automatic obedience, she moved to the table and bent over at the waist, bracing her elbows on the leather surface. The position put her bare ass on display for Tucker and Colt.
