A Perfect Trifecta: Delta Heat, Book 3 (6 page)

“Twelve, thirteen…”

Aiden leaned to the side, dug a hand into his pocket and pulled out clamps with wire loops at the ends, which he fastened to her spiked nipples. He tightened the clamps, gauging her acceptance of the fierceness of their pinch by the soft catch of her breath.

Then he dug in his pocket again and drew out two weights—iron fishing weights, which he hooked to the loops. The weights stretched her nipples toward the floor, delivering a delicious, biting pain.

“Twenty-two, twenty-three…”

He stood and walked out of sight. Craig’s strokes ended.

In the quiet, she sagged against the bench, shattered, breathing hard. Skin hot and stinging. Her pussy clenched and opened, over and over. Liquid cooled on her thighs.

Then Craig came around in front of her. He gently cupped her chin, lifting her face. With his free hand, he gave himself a stroke, gave her a pointed look, and she opened her mouth, knowing exactly what Aiden wanted.

Craig crowded his big cock into her mouth.

She was a little dry from all the rasping breaths, so she swallowed before licking his head, curling her tongue to tease around the curve of the corona. When he plunged deeper, she rubbed her tongue along the sides of his shaft. She relaxed, breathing deeply, loving the fullness. Jenn loved to give head. Loved satin-smooth skin surrounding a hard-as-steel shaft. Loved the musky scents and tastes. There was something soothing, almost drugging, about the repetitive motions and the ache building in her jaws. She especially loved the power of the act. Submitting to take a man this way inevitably left him so aroused he became vulnerable, ensnared in the sensations she delivered.

The moment Craig butted against the back of her throat, she moaned and swallowed, giving him a caress. With his spicy scent filling her nose, she opened her jaw and her throat to let him glide a little deeper, breathing noisily through her nostrils.

He held her head, threaded his fingers into her hair and began to pull. The gentle tugs were just enough to add a little edge, and she moaned again to let him know she loved it.

But she became distracted when a flat palm rubbed her rump. She’d forgotten about Aiden. Lord, it was about to get better. Harsher. She’d known that sharing her with Craig would test the limits of Aiden’s control.

A blow landed right between her legs. Cupped fingers by the sound and dull sensation. More air than flesh connecting.

She wet his hand.

The next snap was harder, made a nastier sound. Her pussy swelled, aching. The next clench of her inner muscles tightened around the plug, and again, it was too much.

With two orifices filled, her mind exploded with the overwhelming sensations. Her hands fought her bonds, her body slammed in shallow jerks against the bench. Fuck, she needed to come. Was close, so fucking close.

Then Craig pulled free. Aiden’s blows stopped. Jenn lay quivering, a mewling, sobbing mess, and hung her head. Her orgasm arrested on the cliff’s edge, Aiden’s punishment was now complete.

“Bastard!”

Chapter Five

At the sound of her feminine distress, Aiden sighed, pleased with her. Surprised, too, with how well he and Craig had worked her, together.

Every bit of pride was dashed. Her body trembled uncontrollably. Right this moment, she was beaten. Remorseful for her earlier maneuvering. A
sorry
now wouldn’t be remiss, but he didn’t expect it. She could barely think, she was so over-stimulated and disappointed.

Now was the time to bring her back. She wouldn’t be looking for any heavy-duty pain, just release. He could be with her the way he needed, the way that didn’t scare him. And Craig would add an extra bonus to let her know that her Dom cared enough about her upset to make it up to her in a grander way.

“Roll the bed from the corner, Craig,” he murmured to the other man, softly enough she couldn’t hear over her harsh, sobbing breaths.

Craig gave a nod. His face was flushed. His body gleaming with sweat.

Aiden had yet to use him as anything other than a helper, but he supposed it was time to reward Craig for doing everything he’d asked while managing to remain suitably dominant during his interactions with Jenn. Craig appeared to naturally glide toward dominance with a woman.

While Craig rolled the bed to the center of the room, Aiden circled the bench and knelt. He unclipped the clamps and set them aside, then unstrapped Jenn’s arms and ankles. She didn’t move. Her face was pressed into the leather upholstery. Tears smeared her cheeks.

Aiden raised a hand and cupped her head, giving her hair a caress. “Are you all right?” he asked, but he knew he hadn’t pressed too far. He waited to see whether she’d lie and berate him or snuffle some more.

She surprised him by sniffing then wiping the tears from her cheeks before turning her head to meet his gaze. “I’m sorry.”

“Do you know what you’re apologizing for?”

“For trying to top you.”

He leaned close to press his forehead against hers. “I’m not angry with you. I expect it.”

Her lips curved, slightly. “And I expect punishment.” Her wet, starred lashes fanned downward.

He kissed her temple. “You’re always free to call a halt.”

“I wouldn’t. Ever,” she said breathlessly.

So she always said. She insisted on there being no safe word between them. “Just so you know you can,” he said, speaking slowly to make sure she understood.

She gave a little nod, more of kitten’s caress that rubbed against his hand. Cute. Lord, she was beautiful. Perfect for him. Why hadn’t he fallen in love with her? His chest filled. Grew tight.

He pushed up and walked behind her. He gripped the edges of the plug and slowly pulled it free. Then he opened a drawer in the bench and pulled out a packet of wet wipes. Once he’d cleaned her, he walked to the sink and washed the plug thoroughly, drying his hands on a towel before drawing deep breaths to steady himself.

He turned and faced the two who awaited his next command. She remained lying on the bench, her fingers beside her face. Her skin flushed and gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat.

Craig stood beside the bed, his head bowed, subservient now. Not a partner. By the strength of the arousal that kept his cock erect and pointing upward, he had hopes he’d be put to service in another way.

Well, it was time, wasn’t it?

Aiden schooled his face into a neutral mask, calming his expression while he forced his body, and especially his cock, to follow suit. “Boy…undress me.”

Craig’s eyes, though lowered, glittered with excitement as he strode toward Aiden. He knelt in front of him, then indicated with a hand that he wanted Aiden’s foot.

Aiden raised his foot and placed it on Craig’s naked thigh. Craig quickly unlaced the black leather work boot and pulled it off, tugged off the sock, then indicated for the other foot.

While his new
boy
worked, his head bent over his task, Aiden let his gaze roam over Craig. He noted the thick blond hair, broad shoulders and lean musculature. Craig was fit with nice definition in his abs. But his movie-star good looks weren’t what drew Aiden’s attention.

It was his precise attention to detail, the tension that rolled off him, as though he held back, knowing the reward would be great. He would submit because he wanted something. Not because he desired to serve.

And Aiden wanted a crack at that. Wanted to break the other man down, knowing in his gut that at the end, Craig was the kind of sub who would only serve one person—that while he played at submission, he wasn’t truly committed. He saw everything as a game with an end—turbocharged orgasms. Something Aiden wouldn’t tolerate from a sub of his own.

Craig dropped the second boot and sock then paused. His shoulders rose around a deep inhalation as he worked up his nerve. Aiden suppressed a smile and hardened his face, waiting for the moment Craig would look up.

Which he did a moment later. His glance skated up Aiden’s body, then met with Aiden’s. Aiden raised one brow.

Challenge issued, Craig’s gaze narrowed and dropped. His hands went to the button at Aiden’s waistband. He thumbed it open, gripped the tongue of the zipper and the fabric between his hands and pulled it down, careful to avoid touching Aiden’s cock. Then, inserting his fingers inside the waist of the pants, he peeled them off.

Goose bumps prickled all over Aiden’s skin at the first touch of the backs of Craig’s fingers against the sides of his thighs. He lifted his feet one at a time to pull free of the leather, then backed away from Craig and walked toward the bed where Jenn watched through the fringe of her dark lashes.

Aiden had intended that both he and Craig take turns petting and fucking Jenn, giving her everything she needed now that he’d broken her down. But it wasn’t going to be enough. Aiden wanted his own satisfaction, and that wouldn’t be achieved without pushing Craig as well. He wanted to see everything the cop brought to play. What he’d observed while Craig scened the night before had left an indelible impression.

Aiden walked to Jenn and pulled her up from where she sat on the edge of the mattress. He held her face between his hands and kissed her mouth. A gentle smoothing of lips. She opened her mouth beneath his, and he gave her his tongue, gliding inward to tangle with hers.

Their tongues swept together, bodies not touching. As he drew away, he noted from the corner of his eye the pulsing of Craig’s cock. Aiden cupped Jenn’s chin and turned her head toward Craig. “I want to watch you two kiss.”

Jenn shivered at the growling rumble of Aiden’s voice. He’d awakened every nerve, warmed her head to toe. Now he wanted something so simple. So much less than what she needed, but she was eager to please him because she knew he’d reward her. Standing close to him, the heat of his body rolling onto hers, she trembled. Something he noted with those sharp, dark eyes of his.

When his hand dropped from her face, she turned, head lowered, and walked to Craig. He didn’t move, waiting, she guessed, for Aiden to add instructions. So she rose on her toes, balancing herself by placing her hands against his broad chest. He bent his head down, and she slid closer to press her mouth to his.

“Deeper,” Aiden said.

Jenn opened her mouth and mashed her chest against Craig’s, taking his mouth, annoyed he did nothing more than stand there. She bit his bottom lip and pulled, and felt it stretch into a grin before he angled his face and locked his lips with hers. She slid her tongue out and licked at his seam, mewling with relief when he opened and let her enter.

Now Aiden would have no complaint. Still, Craig didn’t touch her, didn’t move to fold her inside his arms, so she reached up and slid her hands along his shoulders to his neck, then dug her fingers into his short hair and pulled hard.

Craig laughed against her mouth, and she pulled back and glared. Telling him silently he wasn’t playing nice.

“Enough,” Aiden said, his voice firm, without inflection to tell her whether he was pleased or not.

She unwrapped herself from around Craig’s body and lowered to her heels, breaths shortened as she kept her head down and waited. Always intuitive, always quick to pick up on signals whenever observing another sub, Jenn felt off her game with Aiden—something that never failed to thrill her.

Aiden approached. He leaned against her back, cupping her hips with his hands. “Craig and I will fuck you. Would you like that?”

Why was he asking? He could have her eager to submit to anything for the pleasure of his touch. But he did it to tease her, didn’t he? “Yes, Sir. I’d like that very much.”

“Have you and Craig fucked before?”

Jenn jerked in surprise. Aiden knew they’d scened together. He must know they’d had sex at one point. “Yes, Sir, we have.”

“Who topped?”

“He did, Sir.”

“I think I’d like to watch him lick your breasts and pussy while I watch. You are not to come.”

She nodded, her chest rising because she wanted to protest. She’d already been teased. She’d been good and apologized. Instead, she offered a quiet, “Yes, Sir. I won’t come.”

Aiden’s arms came around her middle, and he squeezed. Then he dropped a kiss on her shoulder. Small gestures, but signs of affection that managed to soothe her irritation.

He withdrew from her, and she glanced up at Craig, telling him with the downward sweep of her lashes that she was his to direct.

He closed his hand around hers and backed her up against the bed. There, he gently placed her lying sideways on the mattress, her legs dangling over the edge. Jenn slid a forearm beneath her head so she could watch, but Aiden’s jerking movement drew her glance.

He strode toward the cabinet, pulled open a couple of drawers and removed a blindfold. When he turned back, she wrinkled her nose at him. He quirked up his mouth as he came to the bed, where Craig was already kneeling on a padded throw in front of her.

She pushed up on her elbows and gave a deep, exaggerated sigh. “I get two guys in the same room ready to do me, and I don’t get to watch?” she grumbled.

“Careful, or you’ll be back at square one, subbie.”

“I live to serve you,
Master
,” she said, her tone just shy of snarling.