Full Measure [Mastering Holly Oaks] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (11 page)

“Yes, slave. Return the favor.” Kat could see Mac give Jay’s hair a gentle tug before he returned his attention to her. “Kitten, I’m going to fuck that tight pussy.” Mac grabbed a condom from his discarded pants and climbed on the bed behind her. She was whimpering and squirming on Jay’s face. Jay was squeezing her ass and licking her like a starved man. It was so beautiful, everything about this moment felt so beautiful to her.

Kat could feel Mac slicking his covered cock in her juices. He centered himself and nudged her opening for a moment. She would die if he didn’t fill her soon. Finally, with one long glide, he slowly pushed himself in to the balls.
Holy fuck!
He was so damn big. Kat tensed. She released Jay and held still.

“Just relax and breathe, kitten. You can take me, baby.”

Kat had never been filled like this. Her muscles burned with the stretch. Thankfully it only lasted a few seconds. Then the burn turned into pleasure, and she pushed back.

* * * *

“There we go, baby. Now suck slave, and don’t you dare lose him till you’ve swallowed every drop,” he commanded. Mac grabbed her hips and pulled back. Her moan around Jay’s cock caused Jay to grip her ass harder. He knew Jay was holding on by a thread. He had to get kitten over fast. When he thrust back in, he rolled his hips until he felt her pussy squeeze him harder. He smiled as he started thrusting right at that spot. Mac pounded harder and faster until kitten was so tight he knew she wouldn’t last. He slicked his thumb in her juices and pressed on her anus.

“Now, slave,” Mac roared. Jay latched onto kitten’s clit, and Mac eased his thumb into her tight ass. Kitten shouted out her release with an animallike scream. Mac’s balls drew up tight. He could feel his orgasm pulling from his spine. He shot off into the condom with a loud grunt. He was pulsing inside her, letting her cunt milk him dry, when he saw Jay release her ass and grab her head. He fucked into her mouth until he stilled and growled. Mac could see kitten swallow, trying to get every drop of seed Jay gave her.

Kitten finally released Jay and slumped over to the side, pulling Mac with her. Mac got up to dispose of his condom and wash down his subs with a damp towel before climbing back in bed. At least Jay had turned around. Mac picked kitten up and draped her over Jay. Then he slid in next to them and hugged them both close. He was just about to join them in sleep when he saw Sampson fly over his head and crash into the headboard. Kitten just picked him up and settled him on their other side like nothing happened. His last thought before sleep took him was about the coronary that damn cat was going to give him.

Kat woke for the second time that morning to the lovely smell of coffee. She was alone in bed but knew her boys were in the apartment. She didn’t want to open her eyes yet. Just lying here in the bliss of her bed, surrounded by the smell of their cologne and lovemaking, was heaven. Stretching like a cat and enjoying the achy feeling of well-used muscles, she replayed the events of the morning.

“The Cheshire cat’s got nothing on you, honey. I’d be worried about that little smile if I didn’t feel the exact same way.” Kat popped open one eye to see Jay smiling fondly at her, holding an armful of her clothes. “Jay, why do you have my clothes?”

“Mac wants to get home soon, and you’re coming with us. We do not fit in that bed, honey. It doesn’t make sense to cram into this apartment when we have a huge house and a huge bed. Seriously? I can’t even find food in the kitchen. What do you eat?”

Kat was horrified. She wasn’t a great housekeeper, and her pantry was definitely empty. She’d been eating frozen meals since she got to town. She really hoped he hadn’t seen the pile of laundry in her mudroom.

“Well, I hate to cook, so there isn’t much food. I usually go out or heat something up.” Jay crossed himself like he was warding off evil at her declaration.

“No, Jay. I mean, I
really
hate cooking. And I suck at it. The one and only time I tried to make meatloaf I gave myself food poisoning and ended up puking for three days straight. Trust me, I can make a mean ramen noodle, but that is it. You do not want to ever let me in your kitchen. Well, unless Kelly takes me to the spa again. Yeah, maybe I’ll just invite her over for dinner next time.” Perfect retaliation.

“Umm, honey, I don’t think Mac will let you kill Kelly. But don’t worry about cooking. I love to cook. You can do the laundry, and I’ll cook. The washing machine is my arch nemesis. Mac had to buy all black boxers, because he refused to wear the ones I turned pink. This will work out perfectly. Women know all about sorting and shit, right? I’ll keep us out of the hospital, and you keep us out of pink clothes.” Well, considering the “extremely pleased with himself” smile on Jay’s face, he obviously hadn’t seen the mudroom. She wouldn’t rain on his parade. She could do the damn laundry. She didn’t have to be happy about it, but she could do it.

Wait, what was she thinking? This conversation made it seem like she was moving in with them. As enticing a prospect as that was, it was way too soon to be talking about splitting household duties. She wasn’t moving in with anyone yet. And what were Mac’s chores? She may like him mastering her in the bedroom, but she was definitely not handing him a drink when he got home from work. She would not be with a guy who expected to be waited on at home. Been there, done that, had the disillusioned T-shirt to prove it. She worked, too, damn it.

Mark expected her to work a full day, clean, cook, and do the shopping. Once he got home, he sat on the couch like a king and never even thanked her for taking care of their home. No, thank you, not again. “Hey, Jay? Does Mac do anything around the house? I mean, do you do all the work at home?”

Jay was shoving her clothes in her duffel bag like a man on a mission. “No, babe. Mac does all the cleaning. I pick up and stuff, but I learned long ago not to get out the cleaning supplies. He’s a bit OCD about it. The first time I cleaned the bathroom, he just looked at me like my mom used to when I was a little kid. All, ‘Oh, isn’t that so cute…I don’t have the heart to tell him how pathetic his effort was.’ Then he just cleaned it again.”

Oh. So Mac took responsibility at home. Well, that made her feel better. Yes,
if
she ever moved in with them, she could definitely handle laundry.

“So, what’s the plan for today? I mean, you seem to be packing a lot of clothes there, and I kind of need clothes to go to work.” Jay looked up at her in confusion.

“Oh, well, I thought you’d sort of stay with us. We’re moving too fast, aren’t we?”

Well, shit. He looked so disappointed. She didn’t want to hurt their feelings, but it was definitely too fast. “I’m sorry, Jay. This is just a lot for me to take in. I’ve only known you guys for a week! I feel really good about where this is all going, but I still need my own place. I need time alone to digest all this. If I’m around you both all the time, I won’t be able to really think about anything. I want to make sure all our decisions to move forward are made rationally. You guys need time to think, too. Making decisions after sex probably isn’t the best idea.”

Mac had apparently been leaning in the doorway listening to their conversation. “Oh, I don’t know about that. I can make some amazing decisions after sex. For instance, this morning I decided that you’re staying the night with us and Jay gets to make love to you.”

“Yup. Best decision ever. You really should let Mac make as many decisions after sex as he wants, babe.” Jay looked like a kid on Christmas morning.

“Well, I didn’t say I couldn’t compromise. I’m ready to leave if you are.” God, she hoped that came out indifferent instead of as overeager as she felt.

* * * *

After showers and a nice lunch at the diner, they pulled up to Mac and Jay’s home. God in heaven, how much money did these men have? This was not a house. This was a small mansion right off the cover of
Better Homes and Gardens
. There was a freaking fountain in the front yard. She could see a huge pond behind the house. It didn’t look like anyone lived within miles of the property.

When she got inside, the gleaming hardwood floor and gorgeous views just took her breath away. The foyer opened to the great room. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the pond beyond. The furniture was all masculine, oversized leather couches and cherrywood tables. These boys liked their toys. She didn’t even know they made TVs as large as the one on the far wall. This room was designed for leisure. Despite the obvious show of money, it felt so comfortable and lived-in.

The room off to the side was more intimate. A gorgeous marble fireplace dominated one wall. There were bookshelves filled to the max and comfy-looking recliners. She wondered what it would be like to relax with a book on a snowy night with the fire roaring, her men just relaxing with her.

Kat’s jaw dropped when she saw the kitchen. Marble counters and so many cabinets she couldn’t imagine what would fill them. Every appliance was stainless steel. Jay could be a culinary master with a kitchen like this. She was pretty sure with an island that large, Sampson wouldn’t have to worry about overshooting his mark. Just the thought of Sampson in this home made her smile. It made her feel like she belonged here, too.

She absolutely loved the little breakfast nook. The big bay windows that looked onto the flower garden below would be a lovely place to enjoy her coffee in the morning. She hoped they ate meals there, too. It seemed much homier than the large formal dining room she’d only glanced at.

“Your home is just beautiful, guys. I love it,” she reverently said.

Mac pulled her into a hug. “Thank you, honey. I’m glad you like it. We’ll show you the rest later. There’s an office Jay and I share on this level. The basement is all pretty much our game room. We like to get everyone together sometimes for pool or cards. Upstairs, there are four guest rooms and the master. We’ve made one of the rooms into a gym of sorts, and one is for play. We don’t often scene in public at the club, so we’ve designed our own play space.” He was talking so matter-of-fact, like everyone had a room dedicated to BDSM play. She was getting that
Twilight Zone
feeling again. She started giggling just thinking about a bondage room in a house like this.

“We’ll see how much you’re giggling when I have you strapped to the St. Andrews Cross and introduce to you the pleasures of my flogger, kitten. I have a great many plans for that room.” He was whispering in her ear, squeezing her still-sensitive ass. Jesus, she wasn’t laughing now. She wanted to rub all over him.

“Let’s get some popcorn going while Jay starts dinner. Then we can all settle in with a movie.” Mac stepped away to head for the pantry.

Popcorn? She wanted to tackle him and get naked, and he wanted popcorn and a movie? This was going to be a long night. He knew exactly what he was doing to her. That smirk on his face let her know he’d probably be doing it a lot. Damn.

* * * *

They ate steaks, twice-baked potatoes, and baby carrots in an amazing glaze. God, she hadn’t had a meal like that in so long. Jay really was incredible in the kitchen. If she kept eating like this, she was afraid she’d see more of the gym room than the playroom. And watching a movie with these two was just as decadent as the meal. She was currently lying with her head in Jay’s lap enjoying a scalp massage while Mac rubbed her feet. Lord alive, she may never get up again.

“I don’t know, slave, I think we should figure out how to wake our sleepy pet before she’s too far gone to participate in my plans for the evening.” She noticed that when Mac called Jay “slave,” it seemed to indicate a scene had begun.

Jay said, “Oh, no, you don’t, kitten,” and yanked on her hair.

“Hey! I’m awake, all right? Jesus, that was really mean, Jay. Mac, tell him that was really mean.”

“Okay, kids. Enough. Jay, don’t pull kitten’s hair unless I tell you to. Both of you, get your asses upstairs. Jay, show kitten how I want her when she’s in our playroom.” Mac was using his Dom voice again. She didn’t even think of getting even with Jay. She’d do that later.

* * * *

“Okay, kitten. When we’re in here, Master expects us naked and waiting for him. He usually gives me a few minutes alone. It helps me get in the proper headspace. He’s the boss in here. He’s a lot of fun and a very loving man, but he is a Dom. He expects your submission here. Remember what I said about disrespect and topping from the bottom? You’ll always have a better experience if you truly give yourself to him.”

Kat did understand. She didn’t want to play games with Mac. She wanted to know what giving him control could mean for her. “Jay, I want this. Not just for shits and giggles. For real. Teach me how to await Sir’s pleasure.”

“Very nice, baby.” He ran his finger down her face and gave her a gentle kiss. “You and I are equals here. Master and I talked some more about it. I don’t feel comfortable topping you in any way unless it’s under his orders. I’m not a dominant. It’s enough for me to fill that role in my professional life. I thought at first I’d like to try it on occasion with you, but I realized that I’m too happy in my role as Master’s slave to confuse things. I don’t want you to be confused, either. When Master is gone, whatever we do will be either free time where he gives us free rein, or under his orders. Okay?”

Kat released a breath. She was a little worried about submitting to Jay. He was her playmate, the softer side of Mac. Mac was the strength. He needed Jay and Kat to put some light in his life. They were partners in that. “I’m glad, Jay. I give you all of me, baby, I really do, but I think we both need Mac to be the leader in this. I think he needs us to show him how devoted we’ll be to him. How much love and happiness we’ll give him.”

“God, you really are perfect for us, pet.” He breathed. “Strip down, and come over to the mat. I’ll show you how to kneel for Master. Just get in the same position as me. There are a few other positions, but I’ll show you those when we have some time alone.”