Liability (Suncoast Society #33)(34)

“Get naked, freshen up, and bring me the egg and the controller,” he said.

She raced to do it. They kept the egg in the master bathroom, in a drawer in the vanity. When she returned to the living room she processed that he was wearing shorts and nothing else, and had moved a large, padded ottoman into the living room and moved the coffee table out of the way.

He’d also draped a large beach towel over the ottoman.

He held out his hands for the egg and controller, then pointed at the ottoman. “Lengthways.”

His meaning was clear.

Nervous excitement raced through her as she got into position and felt one of his hands caress her ass. “Big night for you, baby,” he said. “I arranged a special little surprise with Mason for you.”

Her pulse raced, eager excitement filling her. Yeesss!

Whatever they planned to do to her, she wanted it.

She didn’t even need to hear what they wanted to do to her.

Her and Cole’s sex life had been even hotter ever since two Saturdays ago. When he’d discovered that sliding the egg into her * and turning it on and then f*cking her ass at the same time made her head explode, he’d turned it into an almost nightly occurrence when they were together.

And fun was had by all.

Plus they’d exchanged test results with Mason, which she was hoping meant that the men might be planning some forced orgasm torture play for her.

Her * was already wet when Cole inserted the egg into her and turned it on low, making her moan. Then he slipped a leather blindfold over her eyes and buckled it in place, followed by the ball gag.

When she heard the knock on the door a few minutes later, she was too busy enjoying the sensations to even pay attention.

It was Mason’s warm chuckle that brought her mind into focus, especially when he reached out and stroked her head.

“Such a good pet.”

She’d know his voice anywhere, even in a crowded room. She was so keyed into him now she could pick him out anywhere, the way she could Cole.

More, even.

She heard them setting something up, maybe even the sound of Mason’s toybag.

Then Cole spoke in her left ear. “I know we’ve talked about this before, and you’ve okayed it, but I’m asking again. Are you all right if Mason helps me do orgasm play on you? Touching you?”

She nodded, trying to mumble around the gag “Yes! Please!”

Mason laughed. “Mmm, gag-speak.”

She felt the tension building as the men took their time getting ready. Then she felt Mason lay something across her back she recognized as one of his acrylic paddles, one of the light, stingy ones she wasn’t fond of but willingly took because every time she did, he called her his good girl.

And she craved that. Needed it.

Wanted it.

Cole spoke. “Going to do a little prep work.” She felt him lubing her ass and she moaned, understanding whatever the men were about to do was going to far outdistance anything they’d been through before.

Good thing Cole had put the towel down, because she knew she was dripping wet.

Then Mason picked up the paddle and, with one hand planted between her shoulder blades, started smacking her ass, the sides of her thighs, the backs of them, stingy but the exquisite sensation only making her hornier as the egg pulsed away inside her *.

He changed paddles, making her squirm and whine but she wouldn’t give him any other color than green. It felt too damn good, and he wasn’t even smacking her as hard as he had last Saturday.

Then he stopped and Cole slid his cock into her ass, making her moan.

Mason’s hand appeared in her hair, holding her head pressed against his, keeping her still. “Good girl,” he whispered in her ear. “Such a good girl. Got an egg in that wet *, Cole’s cock up your warm, stingy ass, and you’re being such a good girl for me.”

She whined, whimpering, wanting more, needing more. Wanting to feel his paddle again.

“Cole and I were talking, and he’s interested in seeing if we can make you come really hard by spanking you at the same time.”

“Mm-hmm!”

She felt him press a kiss to her temple. “Good girl.” Then, he was gone.

He straddled her on the ottoman, the warmth of his body filtering to her through his jeans. He reached around her with one hand. Suddenly, she felt something cool pressing against her clit.

“Pet, meet the Hitachi.” He switched it on at the same time he started smacking her with the light, stingy paddle again, and Cole started f*cking her ass.

Her world…unhinged was the only accurate descriptor she could think of. The vibrator catapulted her into outer space before a supernova blew her nervous system apart at the seams. That’s what it felt like, at least.

Mason settled some of his weight onto her to keep her from squirming as Cole f*cked her ass and she was contemplating the thought that maybe she’d just died and there was a Heaven after all.





Mason wasn’t exactly unhappy about the close quarters. He wondered if Kim was even coherent enough to feel his erection pressing against her spine through his jeans. Mason stopped paddling her, dropped the paddle, and focused on keeping the Hitachi pressed against her clit.

He managed a glance up at Cole just as the man came, his eyes dropping closed, and Mason fought the urge to sit up and kiss him, suck on his lower lip, tongue-f*ck his mouth.