Double Time

Chapter 27

From the outside, Jace’s house looked like any ordinary million-dollar Georgian-styled six-bedroom, eight-bathroom home—huge, paned windows, brick walls, black shutters, and a portico—but once a person stepped into the basement, all signs of normalcy vanished. The dungeon was separated into several rooms. Trey, Reagan, and Ethan were currently in the receiving room. The walls were painted black. Silver-foil vines circled the perimeter of the room near the ceiling. The lighting was kept dim in fixtures that resembled flames, without the fire hazards. There were several red loveseats—all very formal-looking—and three shiny black doors that led off to other rooms.

Jace’s fiancée, Aggie, had been the one to greet them. She’d gone all out for the occasion and was dressed in full dominatrix regale from her five-inch, spike-heeled, thigh-high boots to the sexy little leather hat on her head. Her corset, which had red roses embroidered along both sides, fit her like a glove, pressing her large breasts upward into male brain-vacating cleavage. Her long, silky black hair hung to her waist and flowed like satin around her shoulders and waist as she stalked. The woman didn’t walk the way most people did. She moved like a predator. She smiled in welcome and gave Trey a big hug, her tough bitch veneer melting away as she squeezed him joyously. “It’s been ages, sugar. How have you been?”

When Aggie kissed Trey’s cheek, no doubt leaving traces of her cherry red lipstick on his skin, Reagan grabbed his arm and yanked.

“I’ve been great. How about you?”

“My custom-made corset business is really picking up. I don’t have time to work the dungeon much these days. When Jace told me you were coming, I was so excited.” She flicked the end of her riding crop against Trey’s thigh and he tensed. It hadn’t hurt. Just made a loud noise. Reagan rubbed his thigh and glared at Aggie. “Who’s this?” Aggie asked, her attention settling on Reagan.

“This is my girlfriend Reagan,” he said.

Aggie took her hand and shook it. “Girlfriend, huh? Never thought I’d see this one settled down.” She nodded her head toward Trey. “I’m Aggie.”

“Jace is such a cutie,” Reagan said. “And a great listener.”

Trey snorted in amusement.

“Yeah, I kind of like him,” Aggie said and winked at her.

“And this is my boyfriend Ethan,” Trey said.

Aggie grinned. “Now that makes more sense. Very naughty. Like our Trey was meant to be.” She shook Ethan’s hand. “What’s our pecking order here?” She looked from one person to the next.

Reagan and Ethan exchanged a confused glance.

“Who’s the top dog?” Aggie clarified.

“We reciprocate all around,” Trey said. “Ethan’s mostly a top, but I switch.”

“What about Reagan?”

Trey contemplated Reagan for a moment. She wasn’t truly submissive or dominant. She was just the goddess whose body they worshipped. “That’s a good question.”

“I’ll work with her,” Aggie said. “As for you.” She flicked her riding crop in Ethan’s direction. “Don’t even think about disobeying. I know your type.”

“Me?” Ethan said.

Aggie chuckled, a deep throaty laugh that made Trey want to crawl around on his knees at her feet. “Don’t worry, sugar. Reagan will break you in properly.”

Ethan gave Reagan a worried look. She smiled nervously.

“It’s okay, doll,” Aggie said to Reagan and took her hand. “We’ll have these two studs begging for you in no time. Come with me. I need to explain a few things and find you something more empowering to wear.”

Reagan swallowed and nodded. Trey had to admire Reagan’s bravado. Aggie tended to be a tad intimidating until you saw what a generous heart she hid behind that tough exterior. And she did a good job of hiding it except where Jace was concerned. Jace turned the woman to mush.

“Jace is in the next room,” Aggie said. “You two head in there. He wasn’t expecting two of you, so make sure you explain the dynamics to him for this first scenario, Trey.”

“Will do.” Trey took a step toward the next room and then drew to a sudden halt. “What exactly are the dynamics for this first scenario?”

“You know I’m going to try to make a domme out of your little sweetheart.” Aggie laughed with obvious delight. “We can switch things around later if necessary, but she’s got the right backbone for it and I can’t wait to watch that one squirm.” She pointed at Ethan with her riding crop. “We’ll try it this way first. I think you’re all going to enjoy it.”

“Trey?” Reagan said quietly, her voice wavering with anxiety.

He gave her a gentle hug and kissed her. “Trust Aggie. She knows what she’s doing.”

Reagan nodded.

Ethan stroked her hair. “This should be interesting.” He kissed her too.

Aggie took Reagan’s hand and tugged her toward one of the shiny black doors. “Both of your men are gorgeous. You are one lucky bitch, do you know that?”

Reagan laughed. “Yeah. I know.”

“You’re going to have to tell me how you ended up with two hotties.”

When they disappeared through the door and securely closed it behind them, Ethan turned to Trey.

“You know I’m never a sub, Trey. Why didn’t you tell her that?”

“I think you might be surprised by what you can be.”

Trey opened the door that led to the main dungeon. He expected Jace to be all decked out in leather with a spiked collar and a black hood over his face, but nope, he looked like regular old Jace—blue jeans, white T-shirt, black motorcycle boots, and a single black leather cuff on his left wrist. He smiled a welcome at Trey, but it vanished when Ethan stepped into the room behind him.

“I thought you were bringing Reagan,” Jace said.

“I did. I also brought Ethan.”

Jace nodded at Ethan. “So how does this work?”

“Aggie’s preparing Reagan to dominate,” Trey said.

“Both of you?” Jace asked.

“And you too,” Trey teased.

Jace grinned. “Not likely.”

Jace moved to a series of buttons in a panel on the wall and pressed one. A mechanical grinding sound drew Trey’s attention to the ceiling. A long, heavy, wooden beam suspended by chains lowered until it was at shoulder level.

“Take your shirts off,” Jace said. “Once you’re bound, you aren’t going anywhere for a while.” Jace opened a cabinet built into the wall. Trey caught a glimpse of ropes, chains, harnesses, collars, and cuffs. He wished he had more time to play with Ethan before Reagan joined them. He was in the mood to take a dominant role.

Trey reached for the hem of Ethan’s shirt and pulled the garment off over his lover’s head. He caught his nipple between his teeth and flicked the flesh with his tongue.

“Who should I start with?” Jace asked.

“I’ll help you with Ethan,” Trey offered, not even bothering to conceal his ornery grin.

“How much do you plan on struggling, Ethan?” Jace asked as if he were asking him what size shoe he wore.

“I’ve never been bound. I don’t know.”

Jace glanced at Trey. “How’s his self-control?”

“What self-control?”

Jace nodded and handed Trey a set of wide wrist cuffs. “I don’t think Aggie will push this too far in your first session, but we’ll go with these.”

Trey secured a cuff to each of Ethan’s wrists. They extended halfway up his forearms and reminded Trey of gauntlets. Made Ethan look almost barbaric and infinitely sexy. Jace showed Trey how to attach the cuffs to the wooden beam which had large holes drilled through it.

“Lift your arm out to the side,” Jace instructed.

When Ethan complied, he hooked the chain to Ethan’s wrist cuff and threaded the chain through the hole nearest his wrist. Jace showed Trey how to secure the chain on the back side of the wooden beam. He put a carabiner clip through a chain link to prevent it from being drawn back through the hole and then took the length of chain to wrap around Ethan’s hard-muscled arm several times.

“That’s mostly for looks,” Jace explained as he secured the end of chain through a hole under Ethan’s armpit. “The cuff will hold him. The chain just makes it look more impressive.”

“I’m impressed. You look sexy, Ethan,” Trey said, making a mental list of all the things he wanted to do to the man’s hard body.

“Is anything pinching?” Jace asked Ethan.

Ethan looked down the length of his right arm. He gave his restraint a hard tug, but it scarcely had a centimeter of give in it. “Surprisingly, no. The chain is a little cold, but it doesn’t hurt.”

“Trey, you restrain his other arm while I find something for you.”

The second Jace’s back was turned, Ethan grabbed Trey by the back of the neck with his free arm and pulled him against him. “Do you like me like this?” he asked, his voice low and soothing. “At your mercy?”

Trey laughed. “I think I’m the one at your mercy right now.”

Ethan tilted his head and captured Trey’s mouth in a plundering kiss. Trey opened his mouth to Ethan’s possession, kissing him back as hard as he was receiving. Ethan tugged his mouth away, his hand sliding from the nape of Trey’s neck down his back so he could draw him against him.

“Trey,” Jace said somewhere behind him. “You’re supposed to be securing his arm, not making out with him.”

“Right,” he agreed breathlessly.

Ethan allowed Trey to fasten a chain to his free arm, stood still while he threaded it through a hole in the beam, and made no protest as he clipped on a carabiner to secure the chain. Trey couldn’t help but run appreciative hands over Ethan’s bulging biceps as he wrapped the chain around his arm. He secured the free end of the chain and took a step back to admire masculine perfection. He wanted to suck and lick and nibble every inch of the man’s body. Wanted to give him so much pleasure that he begged for pain. It wasn’t to be. Jace fastened a narrow cuff around Trey’s wrist and tugged him to stand against the wooden beam next to Ethan.

“Take off your shirt, Trey.”

He complied and tossed it across the room.

“You’re restraining us side-by-side?” Trey asked.

“I could put you back-to-back, but I figured you’d rather watch what’s happening to each other in the mirror this first time. See each other’s reactions.”

Trey focused on the mirror they faced. His gaze roamed Ethan’s muscled torso and eventually met his eyes.

“Jace, you’re a flipping genius.”

“I just see the way you look at him. You’re still very visual in your attraction to him. You haven’t been together long, have you?”

Trey did like to look at Ethan, but he was attracted to much more than his handsome face and perfect body. Looks worked for this though, since they couldn’t touch each other.

“Not long, no,” Ethan said.

“Watch the mirror throughout the session,” Jace advised. “You’ll learn a lot about each other.”

Trey chuckled. “Like I have to be told to watch Ethan.”

“Next time you should consider hoods. Then you’ll be able to tune into each other on a different level. Especially since sound is so important to Trey.”

Amazing how much Jace talked when he was advising on his favorite hobby. Bondage.

“Are you ready for us?” Aggie asked through a crack in the door.

“Just a minute,” Jace said.

He fastened Trey’s other cuff, hooked a chain to it, and threaded it through a hole on the wooden beam. He drew it out through another hole and fastened it to Trey’s other cuff. Unlike Ethan, Trey had several inches of play in his chains.

“That’s not fair,” Ethan complained. “I can’t move at all.”

“He can move less than you think,” Jace said. “Okay, Aggie, bring her in.”

When Reagan strutted into the room, Trey’s jaw dropped. An angel in white and pink leather. White, high-heeled boots that laced up the front hugged her calves but stopped just below her knee. The short, pink skirt she wore didn’t cover the cheeks of her ass, and the white corset pressed her tits up and together. She was wearing hot pink lipstick and her eyelashes were thick and heavy. Trey didn’t think he’d ever seen her wear lipstick before. She looked fucking hot, but it was the confidence in her stride that made his heart pump out of control.

“Damn, baby,” Ethan murmured.

“You will address her as Mistress,” Aggie said.

“Damn, Mistress,” Ethan said, “you look hot.”

Reagan cocked an eyebrow at him. “Did I say you could speak?”

Trey watched Ethan in the mirror and had to concentrate hard on not laughing. It was obvious from his stunned expression that he’d never played this sort of game before. Aggie had been right. It would be fun watching him squirm.

“Well, no, but—”

Reagan smacked her riding crop against her boot with a loud crack. “Then don’t speak.”

“Mistress?” Trey asked, ducking his head respectively.

“Yes, Trey.”

“May I say that you look fucking hot, Mistress?”

She smiled and then glanced at Aggie before wiping the smile off her face. “You may,” Reagan said.

“You look fucking hot, Mistress.”

“I agree,” Ethan said. “Are you going to hit me now? You’re making me all hard and horny.”

Reagan’s eyes widened and she looked to Aggie for direction.

“He’s misbehaving. Do you give him what he wants?” Aggie asked.

“No?” Reagan asked hesitantly.

“Fuck no,” Aggie said. “Trey is being well-behaved. You should reward him.”

Aggie winked at Trey and moved to stand next to Jace in case Reagan needed more assistance.

Reagan strode to stand before Trey. She drew the end of her riding crop down the center of his chest and used it to flick his nipple piercing. Trey’s belly tightened and his eyes drifted closed.

“Aggie said I didn’t have to hit you if I didn’t want to,” she whispered.

Good, because Trey wasn’t too fond of being hit.

“Do you want to, Mistress?” Trey asked.

She shook her head and leaned close to whisper in his ear. “I want to rub my hands all over your body while you can’t get away.”

“That’s not playing by the rules, Mistress,” he whispered.

“I want to make up my own rules.”

There was a loud slap from the corner of the room and the three of them turned their attention to Aggie who was rubbing the ass she’d just smacked. Jace’s. He had his head tilted back in obvious delight.

“Why don’t you two take that elsewhere?” Trey suggested. “We’re okay here.”

“Are you sure? I haven’t taught her much yet,” Aggie said. Jace whispered something in her ear. She slapped his ass again and his entire body went taut.

“I’m sure,” Trey said. “What do you think, Mistress?”

“I can handle these two,” Reagan said.

“What? My opinion doesn’t matter?” Ethan said.

“No one told you to speak,” Reagan said.

“Jace does have some tension to work through,” Aggie said. “I’ve been too busy to give him what he needs since he got off tour.”

“This is unbearable to watch right now,” Jace said. “I need it, Aggie.”

“Need it or want it?” she asked.

“Both.”

She smiled and went to a panel on the wall. “Mistress Rea, if you get into trouble, press this red button. It will make all the lights in the dungeon flash and I’ll know to come check on you.”

“Understood,” Reagan said with a nod.

Aggie strode out of the room with an eager Jace on her heels. As soon as the door closed, Reagan tossed her riding crop aside. “You look so hot, Ethan,” she purred. She approached him and rubbed her palms over every inch of his hard chest and stomach. She peppered his chest with kisses and reached for his belt. Once his fly was unfastened, she jerked his pants down to his knees and grasped his hard cock in both hands. Trey couldn’t decide what was sexier, Reagan’s enthusiasm or Ethan’s persistent struggle against his restraints as he moaned in pleasure.

“Stand behind him, Reagan,” Trey suggested, “so he can watch himself in the mirror.”

Reagan glanced at Trey and her hands fell free of Ethan’s body. “Damn, you look hot too, Trey,” she said. She moved to wrap her arms around him, pressing her breasts against his chest as she rubbed her hands up and down his back and buttocks. She kissed his throat until he began to tremble. He wanted to touch her. Knowing he couldn’t made him want to even more.

“Release me,” he whispered in her ear, “and we’ll both make Ethan squirm.”

“Maybe I planned to release Ethan so we could both make you scream.”

“What are you two talking about over there?” Ethan asked gruffly.

Reagan offered Ethan an ornery grin and moved to stand behind Trey. She slowly released the buttons of Trey’s fly. “Watch the mirror, Ethan,” Reagan said.

He turned his attention to the mirror. Trey made sure the pleasure registered on his face as Reagan slid her hands down into his pants and tugged his cock free of his boxers. He watched the mirror with his eyes half-closed, mostly to see Ethan’s reaction as Reagan’s hands slid up and down his length, but also because seeing her touch him at the same time he felt it was an incredible turn-on.

“What should I do to him, Ethan?” Reagan murmured.

“Take his pants off. I want to see all of him.”

Reagan obeyed without question. Even bound to a wooden beam, Ethan’s dominance was unquestionable. At least until Reagan agreed to release Trey. Reagan lowered Trey’s jeans to the floor and removed his shoes and socks before stripping him entirely naked.

“I can’t decide which of you is more desirable,” Ethan said.

“I guess that means you’ll have to want us both,” Trey said.

“I do,” he whispered. “Reagan, suck his sac. I want to watch him squirm.”

Reagan knelt before Trey and started her pleasurable assault by flicking her tongue over Trey’s scrotum. He tugged against his chains as the gentle licking became vigorous sucking. She had an entire sensitive nut in her mouth when he started begging.

“Reagan, please.” His abdominal muscles began to twitch uncontrollably and he knew if the chains weren’t there to keep him upright, he’d have sank to the floor.

“My turn,” Ethan said. “Reagan.”

She ignored both of them, intent on her task to drive Trey insane with pleasure and Ethan insane with lack thereof. When she stopped unexpectedly, Trey looked down at her. She grinned up at him and flicked her eyes to the mirror. At first he thought she was encouraging him to check out the pained expression on Ethan’s face, but as he watched, she removed her lacy thong and spread her legs, leaning forward as she took Trey’s aching balls in her mouth again. He couldn’t take his eyes off the slick flesh between her legs. Flushed and swollen with excitement, her feminine folds begged for penetration and there wasn’t a damn thing Trey could do about it.

“Reagan,” Ethan murmured. “Reagan, let me go. I need to fill you.”

Trey didn’t know if he could actually come when his cock had been completely neglected, but the urgency in his groin had built to the point that he was involuntarily thrusting his hips. Reagan nipped the sensitive skin covering his balls and his entire body jerked. She licked the head of his cock with the flat of her tongue and then climbed to her feet. She moved to stand behind Ethan. He jerked the beam so hard that Trey stumbled as it tugged him forward then back.

“Easy,” Trey complained.

“Let me go, Reagan,” Ethan growled.

“You don’t like to be defenseless?” Reagan asked.

“No.”

“Your cock is calling you a liar. Look how hard you are.”

Standing behind him, but not pressing against his back, Reagan wrapped her arms around Ethan’s body and took his cock in both hands. He was already seeping pre-cum. Trey doubted he’d last more than ten seconds with Reagan stroking him that way.

“Don’t come, Ethan,” she said, stroking him faster. Faster. “If you come, I’m going to let Trey help me torture you with pleasure.”

Ethan grunted and squeezed his eyes shut. She stroked him faster, both hands skimming over his length in gentle strokes. Trey was about to come just watching it. Ethan’s gasps of excitement made Trey’s ball tighten.

“Stop,” Ethan gasped. “I can’t hold back. Reagan? Reagan!”

Trey groaned when the first spurt of cum erupted from Ethan’s rigid body. Reagan caught the second spurt in her hand and rubbed it into his flesh as she continued to stroke him.

“I told you not to come,” she said, her voice hard, but behind his back she winked at Trey and grinned.

“Y-your fault,” he gasped. “Okay, I’m done. Stop. Please. I can’t… Oh.” Ethan’s entire body continued to jerk in hard spasms as Reagan continued to stroke him.

“Are you sure you want me to stop? I’m going to have Trey top you as soon as I’m done.”

Oh how Trey loved this woman. His cock began to jump in excitement.

“Not happening,” Ethan growled.

“Why not?” Reagan asked.

“Because I’m a top.”

“Tonight you’re a switch.”

Reagan released Ethan’s cock and moved back to Trey. She leaned close to his ear. “Do you want him?”

“God, yes. I love cherries.”

Reagan laughed. “That’s kind of evident in the number of cherry suckers you eat in a day.”

“I mean the other kind of cherry.”

Reagan’s brow furrowed.

“Ethan’s never been penetrated,” Trey clarified. “He’s a virgin.”

Reagan’s eyes widened. “But I thought…”

“He has always topped.”

She glanced at Ethan. “We can’t force him. That would be wrong.”

Trey grinned at her crookedly and said quietly, “Release me and we won’t have to. I’ll have him begging for it in no time.”

“Not a chance,” Ethan, who apparently had superhuman hearing, said.

Reagan kissed Trey and then moved behind him to unfasten his restraints. As soon as he was free, he pulled Reagan against him and kissed her deeply for several long minutes.

“This is completely unfair,” Ethan grumbled.

Trey pulled away from Reagan. “I agree. You’re about to get all the pleasure and you’re the only one in the room who’s already come.”

“Release me,” he demanded.

Trey chuckled. “Not until we’re finished with you.”

Trey reached for his discarded jeans and removed the cherry-flavored lube from his pocket. Reagan watched him as he moved to stand in front Ethan. Trey coated Ethan’s now flaccid cock with lube and then sank to his knees to suck him. It took Ethan a while to relax. Trey had been with enough virgins to know how to make the entire experience pleasurable, but his partner had to both trust him and be relaxed. Being restrained would make it difficult for Ethan to trust him, and he was far from relaxed. It did excite him though. Within minutes, his cock grew thick and hard within Trey’s persistently tugging mouth. When Ethan began to moan and thrust gently into Trey’s throat, Trey moved away. He needed to lower the beam a little. Ethan was a few inches taller than he was. Trey turned his head and found Reagan watching him with her hand up her skirt.

Trey grinned slyly. “Do you like watching that?”

She bit her lip and nodded.

“Are you rubbing yourself?”

She lifted her skirt and showed him that her fingers were buried deep inside her swollen pussy.

“Do you want me to take care of you first?” Trey asked her.

She shook her head. “I want you both. Later. Can I help you? I need something to occupy myself.”

Trey climbed to his feet. “Keep him hard for me.”

Trey went to the control panel on the wall and carefully depressed the switch he’d watched Jace push earlier. After the beam had lowered a couple of inches, he stopped it and locked it in place again. He turned and found Reagan bent forward at the waist sucking Ethan’s cock while she plunged the fingers of her free hand in and out of her body. Ethan was watching her in the mirror with an almost pained expression on his face. That should help him be more receptive to all the things Trey planned to do to him. Trey moved to stand behind Ethan and leaned against his back. He settled his hard cock between the taut cheeks of Ethan’s ass, took one cheek in each hand, and massaged them around his cock. When the tension went out of Ethan’s spine, Trey slid down his body. He kissed and sucked and bit Ethan’s firm backside until he started to whimper. Trey drew his tongue over the entrance to Ethan’s body and Ethan shuddered, sucking harsh, excited breaths into his chest.

Trey squirted some cherry-flavored lube on two fingers and rubbed them over Ethan’s tight hole, massaging in small circles until a fingertip slipped inside.

“Oh,” Ethan gasped.

Trey was surprised Ethan wasn’t putting up more resistance. Trey added the motions of his tongue to that of his fingers. Lapping at the sweetly flavored lube, he caught his piercing on the rim of Ethan’s entrance with each hard flick.

“Trey, Trey,” he gasped, fighting his chains now.

Trey leaned away. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No, no,” he groaned, “but just your finger. Put it inside. Deeper.”

Trey slowly pressed one finger inside him. He peeked around Ethan’s body to see how Reagan was doing. He could hear her slurping and sucking, but he hadn’t been prepared for the enthusiasm she was showing Ethan’s cock. And what he saw of her in the mirror was even more mind-blowing. Her thighs were slick with her cum and she was still working herself with her hand. He and Ethan were going to reward her for hours for being so wonderful.

“Deeper,” Ethan urged. “Trey.”

Trey forced his attention off Reagan and to what he was doing with Ethan. Trey’s balls protested their lack of relief. He was tempted to skip this step and plunge into Ethan’s body, but Ethan was still a little tense. Trey added more lube to his fingers and slipped two of them inside, thrusting gently in and out of Ethan’s increasingly receptive body.

“Deeper,” Ethan whispered.

Trey’s fingers were already as deep as they would go. He began to move them in an increasingly wide circle.

Ethan was chanting to deities now.

“Tell me what you want, Ethan,” Trey urged.

“Deeper,” he gasped. “Harder, Reagan. Suck harder.”

“Ethan, what do you need?” Trey asked, reaching for a condom from his pants pocket, while he continued to prepare Ethan for full penetration with three fingers now.

“I need fucked, Trey. Do it.”

Trey pulled his fingers free and Ethan sputtered in denial.

“No, no, don’t stop.”

Trey rolled the condom over his straining cock and moved into place behind Ethan. He slathered lube down his length and then pressed the head of his cock into Ethan’s opening. Ethan rocked back against him, wanting to be rammed, but Trey didn’t want to hurt him. Not their first time. He hoped this would become a regular part of their lovemaking. They could get a little rougher next time if that’s what Ethan wanted.

Trey held Ethan’s hips and guided himself into him slowly, adjusting his angle if he encountered any resistance. Ethan’s entire body trembled as he accepted Trey. Completely accepted him.

“Are you okay, baby?” Trey whispered, wrapping his arms around Ethan’s waist and pressing open-mouthed kisses to his back.

“No wonder you like this,” he gasped. “What does it feel like to have someone inside of you when you come?”

“We’ll show you.”

Trey began to move inside him then. Slowly at first, careful to cause as little pain as possible, and then more rapidly at Ethan’s insistence. Trey hoped Ethan found release soon, because as excited as he was, he knew he wouldn’t last long, especially when Reagan’s hand appeared between his thighs and massaged his balls against Ethan’s.

Reagan pulled away, and Trey watched Ethan’s fluids jet from his body as his ass clenched around Trey’s cock.

“Fuck,” Ethan growled, his head thrown back in pure bliss.

Trey continued to thrust until Ethan stopped spurting and then Trey let go, shuddering hard as pleasure consumed him. He collapsed against Ethan’s back, attempting to regain his breath. Trey reached over and released Ethan’s restraints. The chains gave way with a loud clank and they sank to the floor on their knees, both too weary to stand.

A pair of sexy white boots entered Trey’s line of sight. He glanced up at Reagan who was standing over them with her hands on her hips.

“Watching you two get off on each other really turns me on, but I think it’s my turn now.”

Trey figured she had more than one turn owed to her.

Reagan emitted a squeak of surprise when Ethan wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to the dungeon floor. “I think our Mistress needs to be taught a lesson,” he said gruffly.

Now what did he mean by that? “Ethan?”

His chains rattled as he captured her head between his hands and stared down at her with the most intense expression she’d ever encountered. Her heart rate thundered out of control.

“What should we do to her first, Trey?”

Trey peered at her over Ethan’s shoulder. “I don’t know about first, but at some point tonight I want her legs wrapped around my waist and those sexy boots digging into my ass.”

She tore her gaze from Ethan’s to smile up at Trey. “You like the boots?”

Trey nodded vigorously.

“No one said you could speak,” Ethan said and covered her mouth with a deep kiss.

Ah, so he wanted to be in charge now. She could handle that. Ethan suddenly tore his mouth away from hers and winced as Trey pulled away from him. “Where are you going?” he asked. “I like you in there. I thought I might get to be in the middle this time.”

“It’s Reagan’s turn to be in the middle,” Trey said.

Reagan contemplated what that meant for a moment. “No, thank you. I’m perfectly content to be on the very bottom.”

“I thought you wanted to experience my favorite position,” Trey said, a teasing grin on his gorgeous face.

“Not if it involves a huge cock in my ass.”

“I’m not that huge,” Trey said.

Words she’d never thought she’d ever hear a man say.

“It feels great, sweetheart. He knows what he’s doing,” Ethan said. His gruffness had already vanished and he peppered her face and neck with gentle kisses.

“Should we head for home?” Trey asked. “There isn’t anything remotely resembling a bed in this place.”

“There are loveseats in the entry,” Reagan said and then flushed when she considered that they might actually take her out there and have their way with her. Aggie and Jace or some random customer might witness her shameless acceptance of two lovers.

“That there are,” Ethan said and rose from the floor. “Help me with these chains,” he said to Trey.

Reagan lay on the floor and watched the two of them interact. There was something different between them now. A new awareness or connection or something. While Trey unfastened the cuffs on Ethan’s forearms, Ethan stared at him with unmistakable adulation. And love. Trey treated Ethan more carefully than usual, as if six feet two inches of broad-chested, muscle-bound hunk was something to cherish. When Ethan was free of his restraints, he embraced Trey and buried his face in his neck. Trey held him but didn’t say anything. Reagan felt almost guilty watching their moment of sweet togetherness. Something about it made her heart ache.

And lying on the floor made her back ache.

Ethan pulled away and patted Trey’s bare butt. “You can top me anytime, baby.”

Reagan chuckled. Perhaps she’d been seeing a little more in that embrace than was really there.

Ethan headed for the door that led to the entryway. “Help me?” he asked Trey.

The pair left the room and Reagan wondered if they’d forgotten about her until they pushed one of the red loveseats into the room and closed the door.

“I’ve never moved furniture in the nude before,” Trey commented.

“I’ve seen a few mattresses move when you’re in the nude,” Ethan said.

“And the earth,” Reagan added.

Trey turned to look at her. “What are you doing on the floor?”

“Waiting for Ethan to teach me a lesson.”

Ethan grinned. Reagan hadn’t seen him smile like that for over a year. He returned to her side and scooped her up into his arms. “Your lesson will take place over here,” he said and carried her to the sofa. He set her down gently and removed her corset, but left the skintight piece of leather posing as a skirt in place.

It turned out to be a lesson in pleasure. Not that it surprised her. Her men treated her well, but seeing as they were in a dungeon, she was expecting something a little more painful than having her breasts and ass worshiped by eager hands and mouths. Ethan went snooping around in the dungeon implements and found a blindfold. Reagan scowled when he slipped it over Trey’s eyes.

“Find the cherry,” Ethan said. He applied small spots of Trey’s cherry-flavored, edible lube to Reagan’s skin. Trey used his lips and tongue to find the hidden locations with Ethan’s convoluted instructions of warmer and colder. It took him twenty minutes to find the spot on her shoulder, because Ethan kept redirecting him to her nipple. Another ten minutes to find the spot on her knee, because he kept Trey near the top of her thigh until she couldn’t bear it any longer.

Trey was very thorough in his search and even more so when he finally found his treat. Reagan hoped Ethan put some of that lube on her clit soon. She was on fire and that’s where she wanted Trey’s mouth the most.

Reagan pouted when Ethan coated the head of his cock with lube and rubbed it over Trey’s lips. Trey’s tongue darted out and he licked Ethan’s swollen head for a solid minute before he hesitated. “I don’t think this is part of Reagan,” Trey said.

“Ethan’s cheating,” Reagan said.

“You’re getting warmer, Trey,” Ethan said.

Trey’s tongue darted out to lick at the flavoring on Ethan’s cock. He was just as thorough on Ethan as he had been on Reagan. Licking and sucking. Rubbing his lips over him first and following that with his tongue. His lips again.

“Warmer.” Ethan sucked in an excited breath as Trey’s lips suckled off what remained of the cherry flavoring by taking the entire head of Ethan’s cock in his mouth. “Hotter. Hotter. Oh God, you’re hot.”

Trey pulled away. “Reagan gets to pick where she wants it next.”

Catching Ethan’s eye above Trey’s head, Reagan pointed at the heated flesh between her legs. Ethan shook his head.

“That’s where I want it,” she complained.

“You’re being taught a lesson,” Ethan said.

“What kind of lesson?”

“How to take more pleasure than you can possibly stand.”

Well, that didn’t sound so bad.

“Without coming,” he added.

“He’s big into the delayed gratification thing,” Trey commented. “I wonder if he’s ever experienced it.”

Reagan knew he had. She used to ride him for hours and he’d just keep holding back on her until she got completely exasperated with him. “I can’t ever make him come if he doesn’t want to,” Reagan said.

“How could he not want to? That’s the best part,” Trey said.

“Exactly. Must be the alpha male in him.”

“You can make me come, Reagan. I won’t hold back on you,” Trey said.

“Will you make me come too?” Reagan said. “I’m not much into the delay of gratification thing either. I’d rather try for multiple orgasms.”

“Hey,” Ethan protested. “I thought I was running the show here.”

“We just let you think that,” Trey said.

Reagan laughed at the expression on Ethan’s face. He apparently thought this meant he wasn’t going to be involved.

“I think I’ve had enough cherry flavor. Now I want to taste Reagan,” Trey said. Kneeling on the floor beside the loveseat, he searched blindly for Reagan’s thigh and leaned over her body. She opened wide for him—one leg on the back of the sofa, the other on the floor. He kissed and sucked his way up the inside of her thigh. When he reached the wetness between her legs, he sampled it with his tongue, licking her not to bring her pleasure—though it did—but to collect every drop she produced for him. Her eyes drifted closed as she lost herself to sensation. They popped open again when Ethan joined her on the loveseat. He slid his large hands under her ass and lifted her hips off the sofa, kneeling between her legs. She noticed he’d applied a condom. She couldn’t wait to find out what they had in store for her next. Trey was still swirling his tongue in her opening. He followed the raise of her hips without a problem.

“You’re getting colder, Trey,” Ethan said.

Trey suckled his way toward her clit. When he latched on to the sensitive nub, a spasm gripped Reagan’s entire body.

“Now you’re hot,” Ethan said and inched forward until his cock pressed against Reagan’s quivering pussy. He slid inside her, his thrusts shallow as Trey was still working her clit with that sensual mouth of his. Ethan ran a hand across Trey’s shoulders and Trey lifted his head so Ethan could plunge deep—once, twice, three times—before he backed off several inches to give Trey room to lick her clit with hard, rapid strokes of his delightful tongue. When the first waves of orgasm washed over her, she cried out in bliss. Ethan rotated his hips, stretching her clenching pussy in wide circles while she came. The pleasure became too much for her and she grabbed Trey’s hair to pull him away. Ethan plunged deep and then pulled out entirely. He lowered her hips to the sofa again and she lay there shuddering and gasping for air, while he moved to sit at the end of the sofa. She watched Trey sit on Ethan’s lap, his back to Ethan’s belly. Trey took Ethan inside his body, rising and falling over him in obvious bliss. Ethan used both hands to rub Trey’s balls and cock until Trey’s legs began to tremble. He pulled away unexpectedly and removed Ethan’s condom. Trey sucked Ethan’s cock for several minutes, while Ethan clung to the sofa cushions with both hands, obviously fighting one hell of an orgasm for all he was worth. Trey applied a new condom and held a hand out to Reagan.

“Your turn, baby. See if you can make him come.”

So that’s what Trey was doing. She was game. Ethan moved over a few inches so she could straddle him more easily. Facing him, she took Ethan inside, ready for another orgasm already. Watching Trey with Ethan had gotten her excited all over again.

Trey stood behind her and massaged her breasts while she rode Ethan. His hands moved down her ribs and belly. He stroked her clit with two fingers and then returned to massaging her breasts.

“Do you think she’s ready?” Trey asked Ethan.

She’s ready? Weren’t they trying to make Ethan come?

Ethan shifted his hips to the very edge of the sofa and held her down, completely impaled on his thick cock. Trey moved between Ethan’s legs and settled against Reagan’s back. Slippery fingers rubbed against her ass and then slipped inside.

“Trey?” she gasped. “What are you…”

She lost her train of thought and ability to protest when his fingers began to move inside her.

“Oh,” she gasped.

“I can feel that,” Ethan murmured.

Trey pulled his fingers free.

“Wait,” Reagan protested. “I liked it.”

“Relax for me, Reagan,” Trey murmured.

She wasn’t sure what he meant, but she went limp against Ethan and the next thing she knew Trey’s cock was buried in her ass.

She jerked upright, her body so full, she wasn’t sure how to respond.

“Easy,” Trey murmured. “Trust me. I won’t hurt you.”

It didn’t hurt, exactly. There was an unaccustomed pressure within, but not pain.

Trey withdrew slightly and thrust forward.

Ethan groaned and dropped his head back against the sofa. “I can feel you move against me, Trey. Inside of her.”

“That’s why this is my favorite position,” Trey said.

Reagan chuckled. Well, she never would have figured that out on her own.

“Lean forward a little,” Trey instructed.

Reagan complied. Now that she was filled with both of them, she’d lost her inhibitions about trying this. She wanted to experience all it had to offer.

“Ride him, Reagan. I’ll do the rest,” Trey said in her ear.

It took her several attempts to find her rhythm. Trey held still as she rose and fell over Ethan, drawing both cocks in and out of her body with maximum effort. She wouldn’t last long at this rate. Trey smacked Ethan on the shoulder. “Help her.”

He’d been sitting there shuddering with his eyes closed, but at Trey’s insistence, Ethan gripped Reagan’s ass in both hands and helped her rise and fall. Once they found a steady rhythm, Trey began to move in shallow fast strokes, which rubbed his cock repeatedly against Ethan’s on each up and down stroke of Reagan’s body.

Ethan’s head fell back against the sofa, his mouth dropped open, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

“I’ll make him come,” Trey said. “He’ll never be able to hold out on us like this, Reagan.”

She meant to agree with him, but her mind was not functioning well enough to form coherent thoughts, much less words. She could feel their cocks working against each other inside of her. It was the most wonderful, weirdest sensation she’d ever experienced.

Ethan cursed under his breath. “Fuck, I’m gonna come. I can’t fight it.”

Trey’s fingers sought Reagan’s clit to help her join Ethan in bliss. Her hips buckled unexpectedly the instant he touched her there and she cried out at the same instant that Ethan shouted in triumph, and Trey shuddered behind her with his own release.

Fan-fucking-tastic. Oh yeah. She could totally get used to this threesome thing. Even if it meant she wouldn’t be able to walk for a couple days afterward. Fucking-A, Trey rocked her world. And Ethan made it spin.