“Hurry, bitch.” Martin wrapped another loop of her leash around his fist, forcing her head closer to his cock. Her lips were only an inch away. She fought her gag reflex. She could do this. She would just think of something else while she sucked him off. Hopefully, he’d come fast.
He tightened his hold on her leash. Her lips brushed the tip of his cock. Maddie did the only thing she could.
She opened her mouth.
* * * * *
A sudden movement blurred on the edge of her vision. A hand on her collar jerked her head up, nearly choking her.
“What the fuck—?” Martin snarled.
“Fuck you,” Patrick said. “Maddie is not doing this.”
He hauled her upright with such force that her leash broke. Martin stared at the broken links dangling from in his meaty fist, his countenance a furious shade of crimson. With a lurching movement, he gained his feet, his unzipped pants flapping on either side of his erect cock. Maddie’s heart beat into her throat. The man was older than Patrick and not nearly as tall, but he was built like a fireplug and had to outweigh Patrick by at least fifty pounds. And she would bet her entire bank account he knew a few dirty moves he wouldn’t hesitate to use. She shot a desperate look at the Rafael. He sat impassively, surveying the scene.
“She damn well will do it,” Martin said. He made a grab for Maddie’s arm.
Patrick shoved Maddie behind his back. “No.” His gaze flicked to Monique. “Let your own bitch suck you off.”
Martin’s jaw dropped open. “You little fucker.” He grabbed a fistful of Patrick’s T-shirt. “No one talks about Monique that way. And as for your little bitch in training…you prepared to fight me for her, Junior?”
“If I have to.”
Maddie choked back a hysterical sob. She couldn’t believe it. Geeky Patrick McIllhenny was willing to take on a burly back-alley thug for her?
The two men stood eyeball to eyeball for several long seconds, until Rafael stood and cleared his throat.
Martin looked over at him. “You gonna put up with this shit, Rafael? Let this punk talk to me like that?”
“Mr. McIllhenny is my guest,” Rafael said smoothly. “And Martin, you are well aware that I don’t take kindly to violence. I suggest you release his shirt.”
Martin’s fist slowly loosened. Patrick shrugged him off, but didn’t retreat.
Maddie let out a sigh of relief. God, she’d been afraid Patrick would end up a bloody mess on the flagstones. She was trembling, her knees in danger of buckling. Patrick seemed to realize it—he caught her arm, steadying her.
“Take your seat, Martin,” Rafael said quietly.
Martin hesitated only a fraction before bowing to Rafael’s authority. “I still need to get off,” he grumbled.
Rafael’s gaze shifted to Monique. “Attend your Master.”
Maddie started. She’d almost forgotten about Monique—the blonde had been silent through the whole scene. Now she rose gracefully and approached Martin. Was she really going to suck him off in front of everyone? Maddie marveled at her self-composure.
Monique paused when Rafael reached out and touched her shoulder.
“The dress must go,” he told her.
Monique’s fingers obediently found her hem. With one smooth motion, she tugged the garment up and over her head.
She wore nothing underneath.
Her figure was perfect. Maddie couldn’t help but stare—it was the body Maddie had always wished she’d had. Large beautiful breasts—DD cup at least. A small waist and gently rounded hips. A strip of blonde hair on her mound proved her glorious locks hadn’t come from a bottle. Her long, toned thighs were made even more beautiful by her high-heeled sandals and red toenails. Beside her, Maddie heard Patrick’s breathing quicken. She felt a spurt of irritation.
“The hair, too, must come down,” Rafael said.
Monique looked from Rafael to Patrick, a small, sexy smile playing on her lips. Her breasts lifted and parted as she reached up to find her hairpins.
Patrick’s grip tightened on Maddie’s arm. Maddie pursed her lips. She had no doubt Martin’s beautiful submissive was stiffening Patrick’s cock. Monique could give a dead man a hard-on.
Maddie hunched her shoulders as Monique shook out her shining mass of blonde hair. Long and thick, with a slight curl, it fell to her waist. The woman was a goddamn Lady Godiva. Maddie cast a surreptitious glance at Patrick’s groin. His cock was sticking straight out, tenting his sweatpants.
“Get on with it, baby,” Martin growled.
Monique swiveled and sank gracefully to her knees. Starting at the base of Martin’s cock, she licked up one side, swirled her tongue around the wide head, then took him into her mouth, her red lips pursed.
“Shit,” Patrick muttered under his breath. He shifted to the right, giving himself a better viewing angle. He didn’t let Maddie go, though. He tugged her along with him. Before she knew what he was doing, he’d pulled her spine flush against his front, his hands splayed on her belly and chest. His hard-on prodded the small of her back.
Martin closed his eyes and let his head roll back, grunting his approval with every bob of Monique’s head.
“Oh, yeah.” Patrick’s voice was hot in Maddie’s ear. His hands began a slow massage of her body. They both had a clear view of the action. Martin grunted, his hips coming off the chair, his fists knotted in Monique’s luscious mane. Monique’s head bobbed, little sounds of pleasure gurgling in her throat. She was ruining her lipstick, Maddie thought darkly.
After a few minutes, Rafael approached the pair. Moving into place behind Monique’s raised ass, he unzipped his pants and let his cock spring free. Gripping the sub’s hips with both hands, he plunged into her pussy.
Patrick’s grip on Maddie’s body tightened. Maddie had watched porno flicks before, even scenes with threesomes, but the films were nothing like seeing three people fuck in the flesh, only a few feet from where she stood. She wanted to look away. She told herself that a moment before she’d nearly gagged at the thought of blowing Martin off. Even so, watching Monique suck him was a turn-on. And watching Rafael pump Monique at the same time, driving her head hard into Martin’s crotch…
“Fuck,” Patrick whispered. His hands started moving more urgently, over Maddie’s stomach, delving between her thighs. One finger flicked her nipple, then caught it and tugged. Maddie gasped with the intensity of her reaction. Patrick answered by circling her clit with his thumb.
God, it felt good. Her juices flowed. “Oh, God,” she whispered. “I am so turned on. Fuck me, Patrick. Please fuck me.”
“I can’t,” he groaned, his voice a gasp in her ear. He bit her neck. “Montevale gave me instructions this morning. I can’t fuck you, can’t make you come. Not unless he specifically says so. I’m not supposed to make myself come, either.” He paused, breathing heavily. “I can’t cross him, Maddie.”
“You stood up to Martin.”
“Not the same thing. That bastard was going to force you. I’d let Montevale throw me in jail before I’d let that happen. But disobeying his direct order to me…”
“I don’t want you to cross Rafael,” Maddie said quickly. She rubbed her ass into Patrick’s groin, making him groan.
Martin groaned at the same time, loudly. He jerked Monique’s head into his groin. He shot his load deep into her mouth. Maddie watched the sub’s throat work furiously, trying to swallow it all. She didn’t succeed—some dribbled out of the corner of her perfect mouth.
Patrick’s moan sounded in Maddie’s ear. His breathing was harsh. His grip shifted to her upper arms, then with an abrupt motion, he pushed her forward, holding her at arm’s length. “Shit. I can’t take much more of this. God, that woman is a wet dream.”
Maddie’s heart plummeted. Was that the only reason for Patrick’s wild handling of her body? He was turned on because of the gorgeous blonde sub, not because Maddie was naked in his arms. The thought hurt more than it should have.
Rafae
l was still working Monique’s pussy hard, the expression on his face almost painful. Monique was panting now, little gasps of air escaping her lips as she tried to wriggle her hips in Rafael’s grip. But Rafael didn’t allow her much movement as his hips slammed her perfect round ass. Martin held on to her arms, helping Rafael keep Monique slightly off balance.
“Oh, God,” Monique panted. She licked her lips as she looked at Martin. “I’m going to come. Please, Master, may I come?”
Patrick jerked Maddie back against his chest. “God, I want to fuck you, Maddie.”
“No, you don’t,” Maddie said back in a furious whisper. “You want to fuck her.”
“Is that what you think?” Patrick’s voice was a low chuckle in her ear.
Martin leaned forward and captured Monique’s mouth in a kiss, then drew back and gave her a tender look that made his hard features seem almost handsome. “You’ve earned it, baby. Go for it.” He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her tenderly.
He loves her, Maddie thought in surprise. Martin really loved Monique, despite the fact he was letting another man fuck her. Maddie stared at the couple, a little embarrassed at being witness to their intimate scene, but mesmerized by it all the same.
Monique couldn’t hold out any longer. Her body spasmed in Rafael’s hands. She moaned into Martin’s mouth as she came, her whole body shuddering with the force of her climax.
Behind Maddie, Patrick gave a groan. He bit down on her shoulder—hard. Sudden pain flooded Maddie’s body. Her pussy responded, clenching emptiness until she felt like crying.
She was so turned on. Her body thrummed with lust, her mind was clouded with it. At this point she didn’t care if it was Rafael, Patrick or even Martin who gave her an orgasm. She just wanted one so badly she was practically sobbing for it.
Rafael was still pumping, sending Monique into shivering aftershocks of pleasure. Finally, his hips stiffened. He gave three more hard thrusts, flung his head back and went over the edge with a low growl.
The trio remained motionless for a moment, Rafael’s cock still buried inside the sub, Martin’s and Monique’s foreheads pressed together. Patrick’s arms wrapped Maddie tight.
Rafael was the first to recover. He pulled out of Monique’s pussy and straightened. He righted his clothing in less than a minute. Martin wasn’t so in control. He slumped in his chair, his dwindling cock lolling to one side.
“Shit,” he told Monique. “That was one of your best.”
The sub accepted the praise with a slight incline of her head. She knelt, ass on heels in the same position Rafael had taught Maddie, no doubt waiting for further instruction.
Rafael looked at the sub, a speculative gleam in his eye. “Monique. Give Mr. McIllhenny the same treatment you gave your Master.”
Maddie felt Patrick’s cock go rock-hard against her ass. A blinding wave of jealousy hit. Would he do it? Would he let Monique suck him off? Even as she thought the question, she realized she knew the answer. Unlike the episode between Martin and Maddie, this time Rafael had given a direct order. Maddie knew the Dom would not tolerate any disobedience. And anyway, she thought sourly, it wasn’t as if Patrick wouldn’t enjoy obeying.
“Patrick?” Rafael nodded in his direction. “You’ll be more comfortable on a lounge chair.”
Patrick released Maddie and stepped away. His retreat caused her to shiver, despite the fact the day was hot. She watched, her heart twisting, as Patrick sank into the chair. At least Rafael hadn’t commanded Patrick to fuck Monique. Maddie didn’t think she could handle watching Patrick fuck another woman. She wanted him for herself.
She drew in a sharp breath. Where had that thought come from? Since when had Maddie begun to think of Patrick as a lover? A week ago—no, even yesterday—she’d have laughed off the notion as pure absurdity. But now…
Patrick sat on one of the patio’s lounge chairs, his feet on the ground on either side. He unknotted the drawstring on his sweatpants. He wasn’t wearing underwear. His cock jumped up, eager.
Maddie didn’t want to watch as Monique sank gracefully onto the lounge chair between Patrick’s thighs. She wanted to look away as the gorgeous sub dipped her head. She tried to yank her eyes away as Monique’s lips slid over the tip of Patrick’s cock, causing him to let out a deep groan.
Yes, Maddie wanted to look away—wanted to run away—but she didn’t. She watched.
Monique was slightly disheveled and sweaty now, her blonde hair tumbling in glorious disarray, her hips still bearing red imprints of Rafael’s iron grip. But somehow, the evidence of her use at the hands of the two men didn’t mar her beauty. If anything, it enhanced it.
Her mouth feasted on Patrick’s long, thick cock. He let out a moan as she took him all the way in. Maddie watched, fascinated in spite of herself. The woman deep-throated like she’d been born for the job.
Monique kept her hands moving as well, squeezing Patrick’s balls, or rubbing up and down his shaft. At one point she pursed her lips and used her teeth to scrape over his head. Patrick’s knees jerked. His fingers tangled in her hair. “Oh, yeah, baby. Like that.”
Rafael moved to stand behind Maddie, in the place that Patrick had vacated. “What do you feel, Madeline, as you watch them?”
Jealous, Maddie thought, but she couldn’t bring herself to say it. Rafael’s fingers tightened on her shoulders. He expected her to answer truthfully, without hesitation. “Do you wish a punishment, Madeline?”
“No. I’m…jealous,” she choked out, somehow knowing Rafael would reject anything but the truth.
He stroked his hand over her neck. When he spoke, his voice held that cool note of amusement that seemed so much a part of him. “Ah, yes. Jealousy. You are new to this game, so that is only natural. But under the jealousy, cara? What do you find there? Are you able to look past your surface emotion to find the deeper one?”
Patrick’s soft moan reached her ears. Her gaze moved to his face. He was looking at her, his eyes glazed with pleasure, and his expression seemed to invite her to share it with him. And she wanted to. She wanted to so much. Her belly ached with it. Her nipples tingled with it. Her knees were weak with it.
“I feel…” she hesitated. “Aroused,” she whispered, a tinge of wonder in her voice. “I want him to have the pleasure. I want to see him strain for the peak. I want to watch him come. And…”
“And?” Rafael prompted when she hesitated.
“And maybe it doesn’t matter who gives him that feeling. Only that he reaches it.”
Rafael’s hands stilled on her shoulders. “Very good, cara. I think you are learning.”
Maddie watched Patrick with a new understanding. The ugly sting of jealousy faded. She saw only Patrick, his pleasure, his rising climax. His gaze locked with hers as he approached his peak. She leaned forward, her shallow breathing matching his.
His shoulders came forward. He jerked hard into Monique’s mouth, his hands holding her head, giving her no choice but to take him into her throat as his body spasmed. A moan tore from his lips as his orgasm went on and on, until Maddie wondered if it would ever stop. When it finally did, he collapsed onto the lounge chair, breathing heavily. Monique rose to her feet, a little shakily. The blonde returned to her Dom, who pulled her onto his lap.
Martin chuckled as he petted her. “Looks like you milked him dry, honey.”
Maddie had to agree. Patrick hadn’t moved. He lay back against the lounge chair, his red hair damp and wild, sweat plastering his T-shirt to his lean torso. His legs were splayed, his beautiful cock semi-rigid and falling to one side. God, he looked hot, Maddie thought. Even his bare feet were sexy.
How had she ever thought this man was beneath her notice? She must have been out of her mind.
When his eyes opened they sought her first, and that made her heart squeeze. She smiled at him. He grinned back, then shook his head and rose to his feet, tying the drawstring on his sweats.
The other men laughed when he stumb
led a bit, but Patrick brushed off their amusement with his usual good nature. He was more relaxed than Maddie had seen him since before she hired him as her wingman. And relaxed looked good on Patrick.
Rafael’s voice sounded in her ear. “Now, Maddie. I believe it is your turn to entertain us.”
She stiffened. What did that mean?
Rafael moved her forward, guiding her to the lounge chair. He arranged her body in the same position Patrick’s had been. Legs open, with her feet on the deck on either side of the chair, her torso reclining back against the chair. Her pussy fully exposed.
Then he added restraints. He clipped her ankle cuffs to the chair legs, preventing her legs from closing. She expected him to secure her arms as well, but was surprised when he didn’t do that. Instead he produced a long, thick rope and secured her torso to the lounge chair. He cinched the rope tightly under her breasts, the rough strands scraping her skin.
Rafael stepped back. “I believe that will do.” He moved to a chair and took a seat, positioning it so he had a full view of Maddie’s exposed pussy. Martin, with Monique still on his lap, shifted his seat into a better viewing position as well.
Maddie’s heart raced. Rafael must have decided to let Patrick pleasure her. Yes! She looked at him, saw the heat in his eyes. Her head began to spin.
But Rafael didn’t order Patrick to approach her. Instead, the Dom’s lips quirked as he waved Patrick to an empty chair. Suddenly the truth hit Maddie. Rafael never would have left her arms unbound, unless…
“Pleasure yourself, cara. We all want to enjoy you.”
Chapter Eight
Patrick saw raw panic in Maddie’s eyes. A hot red flush crept into her cheeks and her fingers flexed. God, it turned him on to see her so helpless. She was trapped and battling with her fears and he loved it. He didn’t want to think about what that said about him as a person, but he couldn’t deny the truth. His cock, even after being so expertly milked by Martin’s blonde sub, struggled to life again.
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