Cuff Master (22 page)

One of the men was dark, the other was light. The lighter of
the two, Alex, was undeterred by interruption. If anything, he sucked louder.

And the cock he sucked? Whoa, Ryan Hathaway’s penis was
enormous!

That was putting it mildly. He was also a beautiful man,
sculpted, ripped, dark haired and the shadow of dark-brown chest hair and nest
of curls on his groin were…wow, the man was built for sex!

“Oh god, Doc, Alex, sorry,” Ethan apologized, turning Morgan
away so fast he made her dizzy. But she had to know. How the hell did Alex
manage to swallow Ryan’s monster-sized erection without choking?

As soon as her heart stopped slamming in her chest
nervously, something mysterious and wanton wrapped around her middle, trapping
her in place as she strained to listen to the two lovers.

“Turn her around, Ethan,” Doc commanded, as authoritative as
Phalen, Taran and Ethan combined.

He didn’t shout. But Doc’s baritone reached that part of her
that needed to obey a strong Master. Come to think of it, Ethan never yelled
either. He was strong without being mean or violent.

“Let her watch Alex work me out. She liked what she saw.
Didn’t you, sweetheart?”

There was something unmistakably compelling in the way Ryan
took control, refusing to let either her or Ethan back out gracefully. Ryan
wasn’t shocked. He wasn’t offended. He was in charge.

Ethan tensed but didn’t back down before another Dom, nor
was he in a great hurry to leave. Morgan shifted, lowering her eyes to Ethan’s
groin. He was rock-hard.

The suite smelled of male arousal, faintly salty and sexy.
Sexual tension was inescapable.

“Doc, not yet,” Ethan argued. “She’s new to this. Wait until
Samhain.”

“No, now, give permission, Alex,” Doc ordered. “You know you
want them to watch us.”

“Stay, both of you,” Alex invited softly, submissively.

“Ohmigod,” Morgan uttered, fascinated by the chance to watch
another submissive pleasing his Master.

“Morgan?” Ethan whispered. “All we have to do is leave.”

“You’ve done this before. You’ve watched.”

“Sure I have. Not these two, but they are compelling
together.”

Whether it made her a pervert to admit it, she was glad
Ethan wasn’t shy about any aspect of sexuality, even voyeurism. He did try to
shield her from what she’d witnessed, but she believed it was only because he
hadn’t been sure of her reaction.

“I don’t want to miss this,” she admitted.

“Let’s get your coat off,” Ethan said, slipping her jacket
off her shoulders and setting it aside. His coat followed after hers. She
hadn’t brought her purse with her. She was incredibly happy it wasn’t an
obstacle.

Deliberately, he shifted around, grabbing her about the
middle to hold her up against him as they witnessed the lovers resume what
they’d been doing. She blinked, refocused, catching the dip and bob of Alex’s
blond head.

It didn’t really matter to her that they were two men. What
thrilled her was watching two lovers together, one giving pleasure, the other
receiving. Knowing Ethan was standing behind her made it safe to keep watching.
There was nothing shy about the submissive partner in the duo before them.

She’d learned months ago that Alex was a switch and guessed
there were occasions when Doc bottomed for Alex. But more often than not, Alex
preferred the submissive role. It was evident in the way he didn’t object to
being watched and in the way he jacked Ryan’s cock with his fist.

All Ethan had to do was stand with her, holding her, his
hard cock pressing against her ass, and she was dripping wet. She was relieved
she wore jeans. She hoped the men didn’t see the damp spots between her legs.

“Who’d have thought my little sub would get turned-on by
watching another couple?” Ethan murmured in her ear.

“You’re not mad?” she tested, equally as quiet as he’d been.

“Do I feel mad?” he asked in reply, pushing his erection
firmly against the swell of her jean-clad ass.

“You’re hard.”

“You’re wet. I smell you.” Ethan began suckling her earlobe,
each suckle mimicking the noises emanating from Alex and Ryan.

Alex bobbed his head again, taking Ryan’s cock deep into his
mouth, adjusted the way he knelt and took his man even deeper. Ethan’s hips
began to sway in a slow, rhythmic dance, creating an erotic accord between the
two of them and the men across the room.

There were a good number of feet separating them. Distance
wasn’t relevant. Morgan and Ethan were as aware of each other as they were Ryan
and Alex.

Ethan shifted, removing one arm from around her so that he
could unfasten the lone button of her jeans. Her zipper went down. Her jeans
went slack. Ethan’s hand dipped between the opening and he cupped her mons over
her panties without putting too much pressure on her swollen clit.

His touch was ultra-gentle and seductive as any aphrodisiac.
His other hand worked underneath her shirt and upward to fondle her breasts,
openly, aggressively.

Ryan was watching them! His dark gaze honed in on her tits
and narrowed, his mouth opened in silent appreciation while Alex fondled and
sucked his cock. It was extraordinary to be pleasured while another was.

At some point, Morgan’s vision blurred, clearing up so that
it was almost as if she was watching herself getting Ethan off.

It wasn’t her imagination. Ethan had managed to guide her
around, set her down on her knees in front of him and his jeans were undone.

Unable to deny him anything, she submissively followed his
command and allowed him to push her face toward his great big boner.
Thankfully, Ethan tended to go commando when he wasn’t working.

Taking his cock in hand, she brought him to her mouth,
swallowing him halfway down his shaft.

He tasted so fucking good, so male and enticing and sexy,
that she drew back to concentrate on his helmet. She licked the tip, lapping up
pre-cum, then worked her way to the underside.

In the background, she could hear Alex doing to Ryan what
she was doing to Ethan.

Ethan gripped her hair, guiding her into a rhythm that she
imagined paralleled the one happening behind her. What she wanted was to work
Ethan’s cock with her mouth and hand until he came. If possible, she’d swallow
cum before Alex did.

Pausing to take a breath, she gently kissed Ethan’s cock
head, loving the satiny-soft feel of his helmet and the steel-hardness of his
shaft.

“If Morgan gets him off before I come, you’re to answer for
it with your ass offered over the sofa,” Ryan warned with a dominance that made
Morgan tremble in submissive awe.

“I will not fail, Doc,” Alex murmured, resuming the
slurping, sexy sound of taking his man’s penis into his mouth.

Call her crazy, but knowing the men were in full D/s mode
only added to the eroticism of the moment. If she made Ethan come after Ryan
did, she’d spare Alex a bare-assed spanking.

Of course, she’d learned that discipline was every bit as
exciting as sex. If Alex relished walking the razor’s edge between pleasure and
discomfort as much as she did, getting spanked in front of witnesses would be
orgasmic for him.

Putting her head back into the game, she lavished attention
upon her man. Ethan’s pleasure had to come before everything else. Licking in
earnest, she chuckled softly when he hissed and bucked, sending his dick into
the heart of her mouth.

She absolutely refused to gag or lose contact with Ethan’s
cock. She wanted it. She was going to take it.

“Blow him good, woman,” came Doc’s instruction across the
room. His voice was incredibly quiet, yet extremely sexy. “You want to please
your Master? Take his dick down your throat. Let him fuck your mouth without
having to worry that you might demur or show fear.”

“Do as Doc says, sub,” Ethan ordered.

The grizzly-like growl he gave off told her that he meant
it. Ethan wanted to be deep-throated? Well, hell, she’d take it and do so
before Alex earned Ryan’s cum.

Wrapping her fingers around his veined girth, she jacked
Ethan without mercy. She’d already learned that he preferred it over a softer
stroke. His balls were tender and she carefully slowed down long enough to
tickle his sac with her extended pinky finger to add to the stimulation.

Relaxing her jaw, she took Ethan’s cock until the helmet
tapped the back of her tongue. Recalling what Alex had done, she adjusted her
position and Ethan thrust as deep as he could go. Deep-throating Ethan was
naughtier than watching someone else doing it.

Thinking only of Ethan, she gave him control. He moved her
head, he thrust his hips. He pushed himself deep, so damn deep, and withdrew at
his desire. She drew back momentarily to suck on her right index finger,
keeping his cock trapped firmly in her left hand.

Ethan snagged her hair sharply. “I’ve not given permission
to stop, sub.”

“Sorry, Master,” she said obediently, working her right hand
around to his ass.

Sexual madness had taken hold of her. She knew exactly what
she intended to do, risking censure from her Master when she was through, and
it still didn’t stop her.

Drawing him back into her mouth, she continued to let him
think he had the lead. Working her wet finger between his ass cheeks, she found
his tight little hole without qualm.

Ethan stiffened. She didn’t let it scare her. She was
empowered. He was thrusting again, pulling her braid, controlling the depth of
penetration, and she took everything she could. Her jaw was getting sore and it
still didn’t matter.

Her aim was true as her finger speared into his puckered
hole. Carefully, she worked her saliva-soaked finger inside until it
disappeared and began fucking his ass as he fucked her mouth.

Time seemed to stand still. Ethan’s guttural groans matched
those of the Master nearby. The wet, erotic sounds of two lovers working out their
men became her mantra.

She closed her eyes, letting it all happen, letting Ethan
have his way. At last she felt him tremble, knew by experience that he was on
the verge of coming. Doc’s grunts grew harsher, more erratic.

Ethan expelled a breath, calling out her name and grabbing
her hair hard enough to hold her very still as cum splashed her tongue and
coated her throat. Waiting until his trembles stopped, she swallowed, licking
up any traces of cum remaining.

“I love you,” Ethan praised her after withdrawing to watch
her lick her lips, and tucked his softening cock away. As gentle as ever, he
drew her to her feet and hugged her.

“Now you know I love you enough to do anything for you,” she
said.

“Bring Morgan to me, Ethan,” Doc insisted, apparently spent
because Alex was standing and in his husband’s arms.

“All respect to you, Doc, but I can’t move right now,” Ethan
admitted, laughing out loud.

“When you can move, do it.”

“Doc’s bossier than you,” Morgan said to Ethan.

“Ryan’s worse than any Maddox,” Alex admitted. “Don’t let
his professional surgeon’s façade fool you. He’s a badass who talks softly and
commands a big stick.”

“From what I could see, he has a beautifully
humongous…stick,” Morgan added. “And here I thought my Master’s cock was the
biggest I’d ever known.”

“Doc’s got no complaints about mine,” Alex said.

“He’s perfect,” Ryan added.

Ethan gripped her shoulders. “Don’t compare, sub. I might
take issue with it.”

“I’m not scared,” she countered.

“When you test his mettle, he’ll scare you. But show no fear
as you did just now. He won’t hurt you,” Doc advised. “I’ll grant you one
thing, sweetheart. Your Master’s cock is impressive. Take care of it, you
possess it. Never forget that.”

Now that she was on her feet, Morgan wasn’t quite sure what
to do. Ethan made the decision to walk her across the room to Ryan’s side.

“Did Alex win or did I?”

“Alex swallowed as Ethan came. We’ll call that a draw. It
was sexy as all hell to watch you make a Maddox come.” Ryan spoke with a
confidence that hadn’t wavered from the beginning of their oral sex fest to the
end.

Morgan was buzzing all over in the same way she had when she
and Ethan finished their paddle session in the attic. And her pussy was soaking
wet. She needed an orgasm badly.

So badly that if she didn’t come, she might just rub her
clit raw in front of these men. Granted, she was still sore from so much sex
the night before. If she gave it a second, the need would ease. She hoped.

“Hell, Doc, you’re going to make me blush,” Ethan said,
smiling and at ease.

Like Ryan, Ethan hadn’t lost his Alpha grizzly personality.
If anything, Ethan looked as proud as a peacock.

Rightfully so. Morgan was now sure of herself when it came
to giving head. Another man might not be as pleased, but she didn’t have to
worry about that. She was never going to touch another man. Ethan was her one
and only true love.

Ryan kept Alex close to his side. He didn’t flush or show
sign of discomfort for being nude. Morgan didn’t dare look down. He caught hold
of her chin, keeping her eyes trained on his face.

“You did great,” he praised. “It was your choice to stay
with us. Thank you.”

“You two were sexy together. How could I not be moved by
it?” Morgan said.

“Voyeurism is a kink that my husband and I share, but we’d
never take it further with another couple,” Ryan told her. “Your Master is a
Maddox. He won’t share you. I won’t share Alex because I’m a possessive
sonofabitch. Understand what I mean?”

She nodded her head slightly, remaining under Ryan’s
command. She understood that there were times when couples had open
relationships. As sexy as the morning had been, doing anything more than
watching wasn’t something Morgan wanted and she was glad to know neither would
Alex and Ryan.

“I do, Master,” she said, hopefully calling Ryan by the correct
title.