Siren Reborn (Texas Sirens Book 8)

by Lexi Blake

  Something flickered deep in Mason’s eyes, but then it was gone and a smooth smile crossed his face. Oh, his boy was hiding his rage, but this wasn’t the time to confront it. If he did, he would lose Mason. A storm was building, but then maybe he deserved to get battered by it.

  “I want to be here and I definitely want her,” Mason said.

  They were set. Whatever would happen in the future, Cole didn’t intend to think about it tonight. He wanted his comfort and they were here to provide it. “Finish your task, pet.”

  Kitten’s hands went to the buckle of Mason’s belt, struggling with it a bit. Even her clumsiness was charming. Cole shrugged out of his shirt and sat back on the couch. His office was certainly big enough for this impromptu play. He had the corner office, the biggest in the building, though it wasn’t soundproofed. That was an oversight. Outside he could hear people shuffling by, but he didn’t care. The door was locked. It was their own world. He could see that night was falling and a light rain had begun. It streaked across the big bay windows. The lights of downtown twinkled like stars and he watched Kitten drop to her knees in front of Mason as she smoothed his slacks off. Mason hadn’t changed. No boxers for him.

  Cole felt his pulse tick up as Mason’s big cock broke free of the constraints of his clothes.

  Mason hissed a little as Kitten’s face brushed against his dick while she dragged the slacks down. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of the pants.

  Mason was damn near perfect. Every inch and line of his body was honed and crafted like a classical sculpture. Elegant muscles covered his body. Broad shoulders led to a tapered waist and a cock that almost reached his naval. Big and thick, with a luscious purple head.

  “Stroke yourself.” He settled in. This was where he needed to be. He needed to watch them, to direct them and gain his own pleasure. A pleasure that would be more than momentary. A pleasure he wouldn’t forget the minute he rolled out of bed.

  Mason’s hand held his cock and stroked from bulb to base, his eyes on Cole. How many times had he had that big cock in his hand? In his ass? He’d been so fucking empty without it.

  Kitten finished folding Mason’s clothes and started to work on her own.

  “Mason, help her. She’s going too fast.”

  Mason turned, his eyes going straight to their girl. “Stop. Allow me.”

  Kitten turned her face up to his as Mason stared down at her. They were gorgeous together. Kitten was the picture of innocence and Mason of decadence. His. They were fucking his.

  His to command. His to protect. His to fuck and pleasure. His to love. His to lose.

  “You have to go slow.” Mason’s hands found the buttons on her dress, leisurely unfastening them one by one, each move another seduction. His mouth hovered above hers. “You have to tease the Master. Show him what you’re offering him. Show him what belongs to him. Your breasts. Your lips. Every inch of your sweet skin.”

  Mason knew exactly what he was doing. Cole’s cock was aching as he watched Mason’s hands move across her body, preparing her, showing her off.

  Mason moved behind her as he smoothed the top of her dress down. Kitten wasn’t wearing a bra. She rarely wore them. Her breasts were petite, like the woman herself. Delicate and tipped with little nipples that had already tightened up. Mason leaned in.

  “Show the Master your breasts. Ask him if he’s pleased with them.”

  “He’s seen my breasts before,” Kitten replied.

  “Mason,” Cole urged.

  Mason knew exactly what to do. He reached around and took a nipple in his hand and twisted hard. It wouldn’t hurt her, but it would remind her where she was and what she was supposed to do. She was supposed to obey, not prove how good she was at stating the obvious.

  Kitten squealed, but her eyes had darkened, her skin flushing. “Oh, I quite liked that.”

  Mason frowned and looked Cole’s way. “It’s supposed to be a punishment.”

  “Kitten’s a bit of a pain slut,” he admitted.

  Kitten was breathless. “Oh, Master Mason, could you do it to the other one? Please?”

  “Perhaps it’s better to withhold as punishment,” Cole said with a chuckle. He didn’t have to worry she would frown on his darker impulses.

  Though it would be his responsibility to ensure she didn’t let him go too far.

  “You get nothing more until you obey,” Mason commanded in her ear. “I want you to show your breasts to the Master and I want you to ask him if he’s pleased.”

  She hesitated for a second and Cole wondered if she thought he would reject her. She was going to find out that his games always led to her pleasure. It was proof that she trusted him that she quickly recovered and her hands cupped her breasts. “Master, do my breasts please you?”

  Silly thing. She looked worried. And the masochist inside him thrilled a little at what he did next. “Not yet they don’t. Mason, our submissive’s nipples should be a bit tighter, don’t you think?”

  Mason’s hands came around and he rolled those pert nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, capturing them and tugging and twisting.

  Kitten gasped and then her whole body flushed. “Oh, that’s very effective, Sir.”

  “Master, please.”

  “Master,” she panted. “Mason is a very good pincher.”

  How did she always manage to make him laugh? He looked at Mason and even though he had his hands all over her breasts, there was a grin on his face that made him look years younger than he had. Somehow their crazy girl managed to bring out the boy Cole had fallen in love with.

  “I try,” Mason said with a grin. “Now, Master, how are her breasts?”

  There was a sweet pink to her nipples that hadn’t been there before. “Lovely. They’re a gift. Let me see what else she has to offer. And you should remember, Mason, that I like my gifts to be of a certain shade.”

  That would please his Kitten. He watched and wondered how hard it had been on her to have her every pleasure scheduled, as if it was a burden to the one bringing it to her. She’d gone for years knowing exactly when and how she would be disciplined. Her play had been a rote activity because no one believed she could truly want it. No one believed she could go through what she did and still want to play.

  It was time for him to toss that thinking aside and allow Kitten to figure out what she wanted. She was ready. She was strong.

  Mason tugged her dress off and turned her around to show her backside. Even though she was slender, she had a beautiful ass with round cheeks he loved to spank. Her skin flushed so quickly. “Lean over a bit. I think the Master will adore this. Such a lovely ass.”

  The minute Kitten leaned over, Mason’s hand came down in a short, sharp arc. The sound cracked through the room and Cole was certain anyone in the hall could hear them, but he didn’t give a fuck. His board had recently done the unpleasant equivalent to him. Mason didn’t hold back. He smacked that pretty ass like he’d been waiting to do it all his life. Cole counted it out. Ten and then fifteen and twenty. Kitten was shivering, her whole body shaking, but she planted her feet and legs and didn’t move them an inch. She didn’t struggle to get away or scream out for him to stop. Her back arched and her eyes closed but not before he caught a look of pure bliss in them.

  He’d held back because of everything that had happened to her, but her words came back to him.

  Was something less beautiful because of the way it was born? Why was it wrong for Kitten to enjoy this as much as she did? If she were any other woman, he would say it was beautiful because she was so comfortable with her sexuality.

  When Mason stood up, he helped her, taking her into his arms and balancing her. “Are you all right?”

  She gave him a happy smile. “I think you’re a great Master.”

  “Get used to praise, Mason. She’s liberal with it.” Because it had been withheld from her. He wondered if he would have been so kind to a world that had been unkind to him. All the Doms joked about Kitten’s p
roclivity to over praise, but Cole wondered if any of them could find a tenth of the grace she’d shown. “Kitten, do you know how beautiful you are?”

  He’d spent all of his time trying to mold her to his way, but maybe her way was better. He was starting to wonder if she wasn’t the one who should be teaching him.

  Her face lit up. “Thank you, Master. I think you’re beautiful, too. My Masters are the loveliest men in the world.”

  Cole opened the fly of his slacks. His cock was painfully throbbing now. It was time to let go of the millions of ideas running around his brain and get down to some serious business. “I’m becoming impatient. Kitten, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I accept everything you have to offer me. Now come and get your first lesson in pleasing your Master.”

  Mason caught her mouth with his in a light kiss and Cole heard him whisper. “We must be doing something right because the Master is never impatient.”

  But he was tonight. He couldn’t wait to feel their mouths on him. “I would hurry or you’ll both find yourself counting it out and I’ll still get my blow job.”

  “He means that.” Mason was already in motion. He reached down and picked up her dress, folding it across the back of Cole’s chair. “If we don’t take care of him, he might not allow us to have our fun, and I want some fun.”

  He tugged on her hand and then both of his subs were on their knees in front of him. Sheer perfection. He had to sigh at how stunning they were in contrast. Kitten was delicate and feminine, her hair shimmering in the low light of the office. Her knees were spread wide and he could see how the spanking had gotten her aroused. Her nipples were hard, her pussy soft, and he would bet his life that she was already wet.

  And Mason. Mason’s spine was ramrod straight, his shoulders back. There was nothing submissive about his pose with the singular exception of his head being low. The rest of his body was displayed with pride. Cole took in that body he’d loved so long. Tan skin covered a body honed with years of working out. Mason’s knees were splayed wide, showing off a cock that was already rigid and erect.

  Like his. His subs were more than ready to play. “Come here, pet. I want you to touch me. To get used to me. I intend for you to play with my cock often from here on out.”

  Kitten came forward with an eagerness he’d never seen from her before. Had she been waiting for this all along? Had he kept them apart for nothing more than his own fear since Kitten didn’t seem to have any? She settled herself between his legs.

  “Take out my cock.”

  Kitten took a long breath and gently reached into his pants. The fly was already open, so she smoothed the sides down and rolled the waistline of his boxers, freeing his cock. It bounced out, eager to get to the good part. She stared for a moment and he gritted his teeth, determined to let her explore as he had with their kiss. Her fingers brushed the head of his cock and a bead of arousal pulsed at the tip.

  She rubbed her forefinger over it, seemingly fascinated.

  “He tastes good.” Mason hadn’t left his place, but his eyes were on them.

  If there was one thing he knew about Mason it was that he hated to feel left out. It was one of the things that had been difficult about being his Master. Mason ached when he thought he was on the outside.

  “Come over here and show her,” Cole said. He’d never been able to deny Mason. When Mason and Emily so obviously didn’t enjoy each other’s company, it had proven a difficult balancing act. At the time, he’d been so angry he’d simply lumped Mason in with Emily and called them both jealous. But it wasn’t about jealousy with Mason. It was about belonging.

  He belonged with these two. God, it felt so right. How could he find this slice of heaven at the precise moment that everything else was falling apart?

  Mason took his place, his hand on Cole’s thigh, but Cole’s brain was whirling. What the hell was he doing? He was headed into the fight of his life and he was sitting here with his dick out. He was drawing in two people he cared about, and he might not be able to take care of them in the future. He had huge decisions to make. He would have to weigh their comfort against a whole town’s existence, against his place in the world he’d always loved.

  “Lick him. You have to bring him back to us. He worries. Always. His brain is constantly coming up with worst-case scenarios, so it’s up to us to make him forget for a while.”

  He could hear Mason speaking, but he wasn’t listening to the words. He was seeing a world where he used every last bit of money he had to fight this takeover and he lost. He could lose their home, their income, their future.

  “I know he doesn’t look worried. That stony face, the one you’re looking at right now, that’s when you have to know bad shit is going through his brain. He won’t cry, Kitten. He won’t ask for help. He will very rarely even talk about it, but he’s upset.”

  It was the word “their” that scared the fuck out of him. If it was just him, he might relish the fight, but he had subs to take care of, subs who needed him. He’d brought people he cared about into this company, and what would happen to them if he lost it? Would anyone want to come skiing at a lodge that looked out over a parking lot? What would happen to all his employees there?

  His eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head as his cock jumped. Something warm and wet ran across his dick. He blinked, finally coming out of his thoughts a bit and when he looked down, Kitten was bent over, her tongue a delicate instrument across his flesh. She lapped at him like the cat she was, running her tongue up to his cockhead and then moving slightly so she could taste another part of him. She concentrated on her work, making sure she didn’t miss an inch.

  Heat sizzled up from his balls, and he couldn’t think about anything but his cock.

  “That’s it.” Mason’s hand smoothed over his thigh, and Cole wished he’d taken off his slacks. He wanted to feel skin to skin, but he wasn’t about to stop Kitten now. Mason had one hand on his thigh and the other on Kitten’s back. “Lick the head. Don’t miss a drop.”

  Kitten’s tongue darted out, scooping up the fluid seeping from his slit. Fuck. She felt so good, but it was a teasing, tantalizing pleasure that made him want so much more. He watched as she licked around the head of his dick, rubbing her tongue over the ridge before starting on the stalk again.

  “Talk to her, Cole. Tell her how it feels,” Mason said, encouraging him to speak.

  He’d missed this. He’d missed being in the same room as Mason because Mason reminded him of all the things he needed to do. Sometimes he wondered if he would have ever found himself if he hadn’t had Mason to remind him there was something beyond books and business. “Her tongue feels so fucking good. God, do you know how long it’s been since I sat and let a sub suck me? For fucking ever. Keep it up, pet, but don’t forget my balls.”

  “He likes to have his balls licked and played with,” Mason said with the sexiest groan. His hands kept stroking, like he couldn’t stand to not be in on the action. Mason didn’t like to watch. He always wanted to do. “They’re so big though. When you suck on them, you’ll have to take them one by one. Let me hold his cock so you can get to them.”

  He was happy he’d kept up his grooming ritual. His cock jumped as Mason’s big hand surrounded him. Kitten couldn’t get her fingers to touch when she stroked him, but he was surrounded by Mason. Mason took him easily, beginning to stroke him long and hard. Rough. Mason hadn’t forgotten.

  He caught Mason’s eyes, the full weight of their history between them. They would be gentle with their woman, but he had a sudden vision of throwing down with Mason. They would be rough and tumble together. As if agreeing, Mason’s hand tightened to almost the point of pain and a flash of pure energy shot through Cole.

  “Fuck. Stroke me, Mason. Don’t hold back.”

  Kitten licked his balls while Mason worked his dick, and it took everything he had not to come then and there. His fingers sank into the plush cushions of the couch, needing something, anything, to keep him bala
nced.

  He wouldn’t last long and he didn’t want to come all over his slacks. “Mason, finish me.”

  Kitten would have to work up to taking his dick all the way, but Mason was an expert.

  Kitten moved to the side, grinning up at him. “I liked that, Master. It was fun and Master Mason was right. I love how you taste.”

  His heart swelled because no sub had ever said that. He’d gotten many “thank you, Sir, may I have anothers” and gratitude for the way he handled a whip, but never a simple “I like the way you taste.”

  He hadn’t tasted her yet.

  “Come here and kiss me.”

  She practically jumped on the couch beside him as Mason settled between his splayed legs. Her lips were on his in a sweet kiss. How did the little imp make something that should be dirty and tawdry into something almost innocent? “I like kissing, Master.”

  “And I like kissing you,” he replied. He almost never kissed his subs. He couldn’t get enough of kissing her.

  Then he couldn’t breathe because Mason swallowed his dick in one long suck.

  Kitten’s eyes went wide. “Master Mason is good at that.”

  Fuck. Master Mason was a fucking genius when it came to oral. He didn’t play. He didn’t prevaricate. He sucked and he sucked hard. Cole gritted his teeth because he wanted a minute or two of this pure pleasure before he gave in. It was a fight with Mason, a battle to see how long he would last under that gorgeous bastard’s teeth and lips and tongue.

  Cole thrust his pelvis up, wanting to go as deep into the furnace of Mason’s mouth as he could. Mason’s tongue whirled around his cock, leaving not an inch unexplored, unconsumed. He bit back a moan, but then Kitten was there, covering his mouth with hers. He took the distraction, letting his tongue play against hers, but it couldn’t last for long.

  Mason was devouring him in the sweetest way, and it had been so long since he’d felt like this. Somehow Mason always managed to make him feel right—like he was in control when he knew damn well he wasn’t. Like he was a king when he was really the one who worshipped at Mason’s feet.