Three of a Kind

by Skye Warren, Laura Kaye, Vanessa Vale

  Master Jonathan took her hand. “You’re not doubting that we’ll guide you every step of the way, are you?”

  “Oh, no. I mean, no, Sir,” she said.

  “Maybe we need to show her exactly what that means,” Master Cruz said, his voice full of dark, sensual promise—a promise that shot heat through her blood.

  Master Jonathan nodded and tugged Hartley between them. “Mmm, maybe we do.”

  Even as Leo continued to study Scarlett, Hartley couldn’t help but be aware that they were watching her interaction with her Doms, too. And it was intriguing having others observe them, wonder about them, know that they were together. A threesome.

  “Come with us, little one,” Master Cruz commanded. “It’s time for your first lesson.”

  “Lesson?” Hartley asked, her belly going on a loop-the-loop.

  Master Jonathan flanked her other side, guiding them away. Hartley wanted to tell Scarlett to have a good time, or good luck, or even just go for it! But then Jonathan said, “No speaking unless asked a direct question. Leo, Scarlett, I’ll check in with you later. Have fun.”

  Nervous energy rattled through Hartley as her men took her by the hands and led her deeper into the club. What did they have planned for her?

  She both wanted to know and wanted to be surprised, and that was another thing she was learning about their world of domination and submission—there was so much pleasure to be had in not knowing, in not being in control, in not having to decide. Everything leading up to this moment had been one long session of foreplay, and Hartley was suddenly ready to find out exactly what they wanted her to learn about the world of BDSM, about the world of Blasphemy.

  As they cleared the bar, the stage came into view. It dominated the whole end of the room, located where the church’s altar must’ve once been. But even more attention-grabbing were the two people currently on that stage—a big, muscular black-haired man with tattoos all over his body, and a gorgeous yellow-haired woman currently suspended from the ceiling in a complicated and beautiful arrangement of ropes. Kenna. It was Kenna bound that way. Kenna being treated to a fast series of smacks from the flogger Master Griffin wielded. Kenna who was moaning when those smacks fell against her ass and breasts, and between her legs.

  Hartley gasped, then pressed her fingers over her mouth.

  “It’s okay, baby,” Cruz said, pulling her in against his chest. “We can watch for a minute. I think you see something you like.”

  And she did. Because they were beautiful together. Beyond the artistry of the ropework, there was an obvious chemistry between them—and an intensity that made it feel like they were the only two people in the room. Arousal stirred in Hartley’s blood as she wondered if she, Jonathan, and Cruz looked that way when they were together.

  She shifted her thighs together, the sensual display getting her hotter by the minute.

  “Master Cruz,” Jonathan said. “I think our girl needs us.”

  Cruz nipped at her ear, and his voice was nearly a growl there. “Mmm, I think you’re right. Let’s go.”

  They led her out the side of the space, but before they got very far, two men waved them down. Two seriously intimidating-looking men. The first man wore a sharp, black-on-black suit and had dark hair and even darker eyes, piercing as they peered at her through a mask that covered half his face, making it appear that he was half flesh, half carved, black skull. Beside him, the other man was shirtless, but tattoos covered most of his chest and arms like an armor of ink. It was a fitting analogy given the simple, hard metal eye mask he wore over a harsh, masculine face.

  The men shook hands, clearly friends. And the handshakes made her realize that both wore the wristbands of Blasphemy Master Doms, meaning their were Jonathan and Cruz’s business partners, too.

  “It’s damn good to see you, Master Hale,” Cruz said. “Been too long.”

  The man crossed his arms, making the designs on his skin move with his muscles. “Business travel. You know how it is. Good to be back, though.”

  “Hartley,” Master Jonathan said. “I’d like to introduce you to Master Alex.”

  The man in the suit gave her a nod. “Hello, Hartley.” Despite his politeness, there was something about him that made her want to take one step back. She couldn’t explain it.

  “Hello, Sir,” she said.

  “And this is Master Hale,” Jonathan said. “This is the man responsible for bringing us all together to found Blasphemy.”

  She smiled. “Hello, Master Hale. Tonight’s my first time here. And so far it’s amazing.”

  He held out his hand, and she returned the shake as he said, “Welcome. I hope you find your salvation here the way we all have.” His wink was charming, even if there was a flatness to those black eyes peering at her through the silver metal.

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “We’ll look for you all later?” Cruz asked. When the men nodded, they led her away again, down a long hallway off the main space lined with nondescript doors on both sides.

  “These are all different play rooms,” Master Jonathan said, leading her to one of the ones further down on the right. “And this one is ours for the night.” He opened the door and gestured for her to enter.

  Hartley’s gaze didn’t know what to focus on first. It was a luxuriously appointed bedroom, with nearly black hardwood floors covered here and there with shaggy red scatter rugs, dark red walls, a huge black leather couch, decorative iron scroll work upon the walls, and two gorgeous crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. But none of that was what she most noticed.

  First, a massive four-poster bed dominated one whole end of the rectangular space. A bed unlike any she’d ever seen before. The mattress sat at least three feet off the floor, and there was a single step to reach it—the height occasioned by the fact that, beneath the mattress platform, an iron railing ran all around the floor, creating some sort of…cage. A cage with pillows inside. Hooks, metal loops, chains, ropes, and straps were tucked away discretely here and there, and the footboard of the bed had holes in it—holes for heads, arms, and feet. Like a stocks.

  And second, the whole wall alongside the bed was covered with toys of every kind. Leather, wood, glass, silicone. Whips, floggers, ropes, dildos, feathers. Some things she couldn’t even identify. Hartley unleashed a shaky breath, suddenly hyper aware that her Masters were watching her. Swallowing, she turned to them, and found that they’d both removed their masks.

  “Remember everything we talked about the other night?” Master Cruz asked, his voice dropping into that low, gritty tone she loved. “You may answer.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He nodded. “Then kneel.”

  Hartley’s heart tripped into a sprint, because this was her first time playing with them like this. With them as her Doms, her Masters. And her as their submissive. It was a fucking rush already and they’d barely started. She gathered the chiffon of her skirt and sank to her knees, assuming the position they’d taught her the other night—ass against her heels, knees spread, straight posture, hands upward on her thighs.

  “Eyes on me, Hartley,” Master Jonathan said, his voice a low rasp. “God, I could look at you like that all damn night.” He came closer, close enough that she had to tilt her head back to maintain eye contact. “We’re going to take turns fucking your mouth.” He unzipped his jeans, and his cock spilled free as he opened the placket.

  Beside him, Master Cruz did the same, unfastening the fine material of his dress pants until his length also jutted out in front of her. She wanted to go to them. To pleasure them. But she’d paid attention to what Master Jonathan said. They were leading this.

  “Open,” Master Cruz said. “Open for your Masters’ cocks.”

  Hartley dropped her jaw and kept her eyes on Jonathan as he guided his rock-hard erection to her mouth. He went slow at first, allowing her to bathe him with her saliva, and then he moved faster. Finally, he grasped her by the jaw and the back of the head, his hips really moving, h
is cock finding the back of her throat again and again.

  And that was all it took for Hartley to be suddenly and totally wet between her legs.

  Jonathan withdrew, and Cruz was right there, taking his turn with her mouth and taxing her with his impressive girth. Back and forth they went, their muttered curses and praise as arousing as the way they used her body for their pleasure.

  When they both pulled free, Master Jonathan offered her a hand and helped her rise. “Turn around and lower your head. I’m going to undress you now so nothing happens to your gown.” Hartley obeyed, aroused by the little touches of his fingers undoing the pearl button at the back of her neck and drawing down the side zipper. He peeled the fabric off her body. “Step out of it.” She did that, too, which left her standing only in a black satin thong and a pair of sexy, strappy heels. And the lace mask that fit snugly against the contours of her face.

  Master Cruz walked around her in a circle. Observing. Evaluating. Devouring her with his gaze. “Remove the panties. Slowly.”

  Her pulse set to a perpetual racing, Hartley grasped the thin scrap of silky material and slowly worked it over her hips and down her thighs, making a little show of it by bending down to remove them.

  “Very nice,” Master Jonathan said. “Now on the bed. On your knees, hands on the footboard.” Her brain ran over the instructions, making sure she didn’t miss a thing. But in doing so, she’d apparently hesitated, because Master’s Jonathan’s eyebrow raised in what struck her as a sexy threat.

  And even though that was intriguing all by itself, Hartley moved. She carefully climbed the step, crawled onto the bed, and got into the position he commanded. When Master Cruz joined her, he was naked. And he had a bottle of lube in hand.

  Meanwhile, Jonathan walked to the wall to peruse the toys, selecting a vibrating massager off a hook—and then he sat on the bed next to her leg and peered up at her. “Tonight, you’re going to take both of us. But before you can have both of us, we want you to get used to having a cock in your ass. And if you can handle Master Cruz there, you can handle both of us.”

  Goosebumps broke out across Hartley’s skin and she shivered.

  “I think she likes that idea, Cruz,” Master Jonathan said.

  From behind her, Master Cruz tapped at the inside of her thigh, sending a jolt through her. “Wider.” Hartley opened her knees. Then his hand fell on her back. “Down.” She lowered her upper body. “Very good, Hartley,” he said. And damn if the praise didn’t warm her even more.

  A buzzing sounded out, and then Master Jonathan moved the massager between Hartley’s legs and placed it right against her clit. She cried out as the goodness of the sensation hit her, half worried that she’d be corrected for speaking. But they didn’t say anything. Because Cruz’s fingers were at her ass, coating her with lube, inside and out.

  She was nervous, even though they’d played with a bigger anal plug yesterday, and an even bigger one this morning when they’d all woken up in Jonathan’s king-size bed. She just didn’t want to do anything to disappoint them, and she desperately wanted to bring the three of them together this way.

  “You’re ready, Hartley,” Master Cruz said, his voice full of grit. “Trust us to take care of you.” She nodded.

  “And you may now speak freely,” Master Jonathan said, circling the massager over her clit. “Tell us your safewords.”

  Swallowing hard, Hartley repeated back to them what they’d taught her. “Green for good or go, yellow for slow down, and red for stop.”

  “Yes,” Jonathan growled. “She’s ready, Master Cruz.”

  Then Cruz’s fat cock was right there, bare skinned just like they’d agreed two nights before when they’d all discussed their histories and the fact that she was on birth control. He lined his head up with her ass and pushed in with an incredible pressure that made Hartley feel like she needed to hold her breath. Cruz smacked her ass, sending a bolt of arousal through her. “Breathe, Hartley. And bear down. Invite me in.”

  She did what he asked, and more of his thickness invaded her. The stretching sensation was overwhelming—it stole her thoughts and her inhibitions and her very sanity. Hartley cried out, torn between the pleasure Master Jonathan forced upon her with the vibrator and the pain of Master Cruz’s huge cock. It was a maddening combination, one that made her eyes sting with unshed tears at the sheer power of it.

  “Almost there, baby,” Cruz said, his hold tight on her hips. “Taking me so damn good.”

  Master Jonathan shifted onto his knees beside them, his free hand smoothing over her ass cheek. “What a good fucking girl you are, taking our Cruz that way.”

  God, their words helped, adding another layer of pleasure to the experience.

  “It’s so much,” she cried, wiggling her hips.

  Cruz spanked her again. “Be still.”

  The impact of his hand made her moan. “I think she needs more of that, Cruz,” Jonathan said. “Don’t you, Hartley? Don’t you need to be spanked as your Master fucks your ass?”

  “Yes, please.”

  Master Jonathan spanked her hard. “Yes, what?”

  Oh, God. “Yes, Sir.”

  “That’s right.” He pressed the vibrator harder against her, making her cry out. And then his hand came down on her ass again. Spank.

  “Fuck, I’m there, Jay. She took all of me. Just like we knew she could,” Cruz rasped.

  Spank. “That’s our girl.” Spank. “So fucking good.” Spank. “Taking everything we give her.” Spank.

  Hartley had barely had time to adjust to the spanking with the vibrations with the incredible bone-bending fullness of Master Cruz’s cock when he slowly withdrew. And that was a whole other riot of sensation. One that had her suddenly on the edge of coming.

  “Oh, God, Master, I’m—”

  He shoved back in, stealing her breath and her words. And shoving her body hard over the cliff of release. Hartley nearly screamed at the intensity of it, an intensity highlighted by the fact that her muscles were squeezing around such an incredible invasion.

  “Again!” Master Jonathan growled. “As often as you can with his cock in your ass.”

  Cruz’s pace picked up, his thickness threatening to split her in two, his hips pounding against her ass. But having come, her body registered all those sensations as entirely erotic—even if there was still some pain.

  And as Cruz fucked her and Jonathan spanked and masturbated her, Hartley came again. And again. Until she was shoving back on his fat cock out of her own desire to be filled by him and to take every last inch.

  “It’s time,” Cruz finally gritted out. Banding his arms around her waist, he hauled her against his chest, and then he laid both of them back against the bed, impaling her on his cock.

  The moan Hartley unleashed was loud in the room because Jonathan had turned the vibrator off. He removed his jeans, his cock jutting long and hard in front of him as he climbed up the step to join them on the bed. But instead of laying, he stood between her and Cruz’s legs. Stroking his cock as he loomed over them.

  Hartley almost couldn’t imagine how they could make this night any better than it had already been. But she was absolutely willing to let them try.

  * * *

  Standing over the two people who had become his whole life over the past four weeks, Jonathan stroked his cock, more aroused than he’d ever been before. Because this time was laden with emotion. Emotion that they’d all acknowledged, at least to some extent.

  “You two look so hot I could get myself off to just the sight of you laying like that. Shoot my load all over you while you fuck each other in front of me.” He shook his head. “Mmm. Another time.” He got to his knees, and then he paused. “Where are you, Hartley? What color?”

  She forced her gaze to his and gave him a smile. “Green, Sir.”

  Damn, she was doing so good, proving once again how right she was for them. “Making me so proud of you. You’re doing great, you hear me?”

  “Thank
you, Sir,” she whispered, her expression going soft at the praise.

  Her sweetness made Jonathan need her even more. “It’s time for the three of us to come together, all at once. Just like this.”

  “Fuck, Jay, you need to get in her,” Cruz said, his hands moving over her breasts, her stomach, and reaching down to where Jonathan was lining his cock up at her pussy.

  “Yes,” Jonathan said, entering her and finding her tighter than ever before. But she was so wet that her slickness eased the way.

  “Oh, my God!” she cried. “Ohmigod, ohmigod.”

  Jonathan released a harsh breath. “Where are you, darlin’?”

  “Green. I’m green. It’s so good but it’s so much,” she babbled.

  “Take us, baby. Take both of us,” Cruz rasped. “Do you feel that? Jonathan rubbing against me through you?”

  Hartley’s writhed. “Yes, I feel it. I feel everything.” She reached a hand down to her clit.

  Jonathan pushed her touch away. “Your orgasms are ours to give tonight.” He grinned at her whimper, and then he was the one spilling a harsh groan of need, because he bottomed out inside her. She’d taken them all—of course, she’d really done that days ago when she’d taken their hearts. A realization that put words on the tip of his tongue. Words he hadn’t yet said. But just then, Jonathan could only manage to say one thing. “Hartley,” he rasped.

  “Move, please. I need to feel you move in me,” she pleaded.

  “God, she begs so pretty, Jonathan. Give her what she needs,” Cruz said.

  And they did. Jonathan withdrew, pulling a moan out of all of them. At the same time, Cruz thrust his hips, going deeper inside her ass. They alternated that way for long, decadently good minutes, and Jonathan reveled in Cruz’s increasingly desperate groans and the wanton way Hartley thrust her own hips to meet each of their strokes.

  Then Jonathan came down on top of them. He supported much of his weight on hands he braced beside Cruz’s shoulders, but not all of it. Because he wanted them to feel him as he fucked them—fucked them both. Because Cruz was right—the sensation of their cocks sliding and shifting together inside Hartley was insanely good.