Three-Part Harmony (26 page)

Christ. Whatever it was, it scared the shit out of her.

“Happy now?” she whispered, blinking back the sheen of tears.

“Fuck.” He couldn’t say anything more, because David strode back into the room. A key on a velvet rope hung from his fingers. He slid the thing into a double-doored wall panel Kress hadn’t noticed before, even during their little sleepover in here.

Ohhh man, did he notice it now.

The twin doors swung out to become the outer walls of a domination toy store. He gaped at the shelves full of devices they hadn’t even found in the outer dungeon’s armoire. There were several strict discipline collars in red and black leather…an assortment of gags, bits, wire spreaders and speculums, along with a rack of gels and lubricants…some handheld fucking devices, and even a set of twenty or so glass fire cups.

He only had to imagine using half those things on Dasha, and his erection officially soared back to the category of torture.

David slanted a grin at him. “Now you know why they call this the bonus room.”

Dasha didn’t say a word, but she visibly trembled. Kress tried not to notice how her nipples went three times more erect too. “Look, man—” He spread his arms. “I appreciate the gesture, but after playing voyeur to Raife and Phil for an hour, I don’t think I can repeat the favor for you two. Besides—”

“Who says you’re watching?”

Hell. That made everything trickier. Somewhere in the realm of forgetting-to-breathe tricky.

Sure enough, his lungs held his next breath hostage. Dasha went still—well,
more
still—too. But she said in a soft, husky murmur, “Sir? Excuse me?”

“Ditto,” Kress added. “What the hell are you saying, Pennington?”

David eyed them both again. Then straightened and folded his arms. “What the three of us haven’t been saying.” He let a long silence stretch before stepping to Dasha and lifting her chin with one finger. “You know what I’m talking about, don’t you?”

Kress heard her shaky intake of breath. “Y-yes.” She swallowed. “I do. But—”

“Hush.” David pulled her to him for a fierce kiss. “The only ‘butt’ we’re addressing tonight is that lovely one at the top of your thighs.”

“David.” Her whisper was thick with wonderment. “Sir. How did you—”

“You’ve given me so much, D.” If his tone didn’t compel the words into her, he tightened his grip, boring his stare into her now. “And I want to give you everything in return. Everything you could ever want or desire.” His attention swung to Kress. “And right now that includes you, Sonny Crockett.”

Breath came back to him in a rush. The generous reality behind David’s sarcasm…it was too good to grasp. But more than that, he needed to know Dasha was all right with this. Wanting his brand of domination was one thing; getting it was another. His little golden beauty was a passionate, giving woman, but she was also a new sub, and he’d seen, on more than one occasion, submissives who’d let their kink-hungry eyes agree to stuff they couldn’t eat. On top of that, she’d already had a day of explosive emotions. Could she handle a whole fireworks display of more?

Kress pressed against her on the other side. “Are you sure?” When her answering gaze went molten, it turned his cock into hot lava too. Still, he said, “This time isn’t a punishment, D—but my dynamic won’t be any easier to take. You know what I demand of my submissives. Tonight, you’re openly agreeing to obey me. Do you understand?”

Like a defiant princess, she lifted her chin higher. “Yes, Sergeant. I understand.”

Her use of the term, purposefully handing over that respect to him, unraveled any last protest he could conjure. It also uncoiled the last tethers on his lust. God, she was incredible, a gift of generous passion and insatiable fire, mixed with an actual heart and a beautiful brain. He couldn’t wait to claim her again, to work with David on giving her even better ecstasy than they had before.

He acted fast on that resolution. Moving even tighter on her, he deepened his hold, splaying one hand along her neck and lowering the other into a commanding cup on her ass. “Why don’t we let her prove it?”

Dasha tensed as if expecting a swat. Kress grinned a little, enjoying the psych-out, merely squeezing her cheek harder as David circled behind her. The guy joined D in looking directly at Kress, moving his lips close to her ear. “Now it’s your turn to answer to me, D. Do you understand that we’re inviting Kress to join me in using you tonight, to dominate your body in whatever manner pleases him?”

Her little gulp was one of the sexiest things Kress had ever seen. “Yes, Sir.” The little catch in her throat, a betrayal of her mounting anticipation, was even sexier. Holy Christ, if she changed her mind now…visions of diving off a cliff into a river of glass came to his mind.

“And will you submit to him with all the respect and willingness you’d give to me, with the exception of any hard limits we may encounter?”

“Yes.” It was a bare rasp. “Yes, Sir.”

“Do you remember your safe word?”

“Yes, Sir. Soundcheck.”

“Perfect. Now answer me this: do you remember how to suck cock?”

She licked her lips again. It mesmerized Kress. Though he longed to look at what the challenge did to the rest of her body, he couldn’t rip his stare from her face. He openly drank in her beauty now: the burnished desire in her gaze, the racing pulse in her throat, and the moist sheen on her lips, as she murmured, “Yes, Sir.”

“Then I want you to get on your knees and show Kress how grateful you are for the gift of his domination tonight.” David backed it up by anchoring both hands to her shoulders, pushing her down himself. “Suck him well, sweetheart, because I’m gonna watch every minute.”

Kress sure as hell wasn’t looking away now. He swallowed hard as the golden goddess dropped before him, barely believing his fantasy was reality once again. It was all he could do to get his hands to his belt, dictating his fingers to the practicality of getting the damn thing undone.

“No.” David’s command sliced into his mental haze. “Let her do it, Moridian. Don’t lift a finger.
She’s
servicing
you
.”

“I enjoy full service.” Never had he said words more true. As she set him free, tenderly working his erection with those same sweet fingers, he let out a groan. He dug appreciative hands into her hair, combing through its long, soft waves, thinking again that surely he lived a dream. One fucking doozie of a dream. And, he reasoned, weren’t dreams meant to be savored, enjoyed?

He’d think about the crapville of waking up from this later.
Much
later.

David’s words echoed in Dasha’s head like a dream.
Show Kress your gratitude.
But gratitude flowed in her heart for both these men. For David, who’d been her strength. For Kress, who’d been her safety. And the two of them together, for becoming her freedom…for tearing down the walls of her heart and setting its love free again.

Yes, she loved them. God help her,
both
of them. And yes, she wanted to prove it to them both too…right now, with every fiber of her body.

The body that quivered in awakening now, as she stroked Kress’s cock in appreciation.

A hiss escaped him as she ran her fingers up his velvet length, tracing the pulsing veins beneath the skin. “God, yes
,
Dasha.” She loved the moan that followed, coinciding with the milky drops that leaked from the slit at his tip.

“Lick it off.” It wasn’t Kress this time. David’s whisper stunned her for a moment. He really was watching, pressed up against her, his now-shirtless torso pressed to her back. “Use only your tongue,” he instructed further. She obeyed with joy, lapping up the precum, reveling in another hiss from above.

“Now lick the rest of him like that.” David reached forward and cupped her breasts as he ordered it. “Long strokes, baby. Good. Anchor your hands on his thighs, and get his balls wet too.”

She closed her eyes and inhaled Kress’s musky scent as she dipped her head, angling her mouth toward the sizable sac at the root of his cock. His skin tightened against her tongue, tasting like raw man and pure arousal. David shifted with her, watching every motion, dragging her senses into a whirlpool of sensual awareness. Knowing David looked at every action of her mouth…was assessing her…made her yearn to satisfy him as much as she pleasured Kress.

“Very nice,” her Sir praised, making her heart sing. “Now take all of him.”

“Fuck, yes,” Kress seconded. “Fuck…
yes,
” he echoed as Dasha opened her throat and lowered herself completely on his shaft.

As she half expected, Kress’s grip crushed into her hair. The man had never lied about how he liked things; his passion operated with military-level control, which meant a passive blowjob didn’t register in his vocabulary. Dasha rejoiced in his strength but couldn’t deny the tension that rolled over him. She struggled to fit into his rhythm as he pumped into her mouth but heard him grunt with frustration.

“Stop fighting him, D,” David commanded. “He’s fucking you now. Relax and be a good little mouth, okay?”

She nodded and let her eyes drift shut. His words worked dark magic in her head.
A good little mouth.
Yes.
She wanted to be good for them. She wanted to be better than good. She longed to forget who she was, for these magical moments. To truly let go. To be their good girl…

But why did Kress suddenly stop?

He didn’t take long to clarify. “I want her on the bed,” he said. “And throw a blindfold on her. I want our little one’s complete surrender.”

“Great idea.” David’s tone matched his sensual grin. As he helped her up, then guided her to the bed, Kress began peeling off his clothes. She stopped for a second, watching him. Years of chasing down bad guys had been extremely good to him. His thighs were as thick and powerful. His torso was a plain of muscled perfection, topped by a chest with light hair and arms that really could be described as “guns.” He looked…dangerous. And David, while slightly leaner, was more chiseled and defined. And
beautiful.
His body was the product of focused conditioning, with defined striation everywhere.

Danger and beauty, together. And both hers, for the whole night. And now, with a formfitting leather blindfold lowered around her eyes, both now plunged into a mysterious, sensual blackness. With her sight taken away, every other sense was sharpened, heightened, intensified. As David laid her down on the big mattress, her skin turned into a thousand splinters of ice and fire. She breathed in and smelled fresh sheets, hot skin, and the unmistakable tang of her own arousal.

Suddenly, all that awareness got eclipsed by vertigo. The men turned and pulled her, and the world cartwheeled.

Kress’s baritone came from overhead. “No. This way.”

David gave a guttural chuckle from somewhere near her feet. “Hmm. Another good idea.”

Her equilibrium went off-kilter again. A hand gripped her nape—big and rough; she identified it as Kress’s—then tugged her head backward, over the side of the bed. She gasped in confusion as blood rushed in the direction of the floor, her chin jutting toward the ceiling. Instinct kicked in, and she flailed, trying to right herself, but more hands caught and restrained her: David this time. He locked her wrists into soft-lined cuffs, securing her arms like wings at her side.

“Relax, sweetheart. Just go with it. You’ll like this, I promise.”

A pair of thumbs started stroking her cheeks. “Goddamn it,” came Kress’s tight murmur. “Look at you, darlin’. You’re gorgeous.”

“Couldn’t agree more.” Slight clinks sounded at her sides. She assumed David was checking the chains he’d secured to her wrists, then the bedposts. After that, he ran both hands up her arms, along her collarbones, down to her breasts again. This time, he kneaded the swells gently, stroking a moan out of her as warmth flooded her sensitive peaks.

“Nice.” Kress’s murmur came with husky emphasis. “You’re ready for me again, aren’t you?”

He didn’t give her a chance to answer. One of his hands braced her head from behind. The other stroked along her jaw, prodding it open. She had no choice but to obey, her world spinning more, her mind shut off as pure, sensual awareness started to take over. It heightened the delicious, salty taste of his flesh as he pressed the head of his cock to her mouth again. She instinctively opened, letting him roll his hard knob along her tongue, teasing her with it. Her brain careened, and she prepared her throat because she knew what he was about to do with that burning rod. He confirmed it, ordering her in a low grate, “Good girl. Open up and take me deep.”

In one slow slide, he filled her. Every inch of her throat became his. With that first stroke, Kress’s grip went from demanding to savage. He angled her head to receive the accelerating stabs of his body. His equally primitive groans made every moment worth it. She loved making him sound that way. Rejoiced in feeling his wrist tremble with need. Exulted in serving him with the gift of her body and the submission in her heart.

Just as her jaw began to ache a little, David decided to get busy in the distraction department. She felt his hands descending, first making short work of the zipper to her harness. “Ready to be naked?” he drawled, ripping the garment. His hand raked back in, zeroing in on the apex of her body. Dasha shivered and moaned, especially because he restrained his touch on her pussy to the barest pressure. When she protested by shoving her hips up at him, he retaliated with a swat directly on her mound.

“Greedy again, sweetheart? That won’t do. Seems this pussy needs a little discipline.”

Discipline.
The threat—no, the promise—hammered in her brain harder than Kress pumped in her mouth. She’d seen the wicked devices on the shelves now just a few feet from David. Now she wondered if he started to eye any of them. Her heart thundered with a mix of nerves and anticipation as the weight on the bed changed; she
knew
he reached for something in that cabinet of sin. Her trepidation went nuclear as he pressed his long, strong fingers at the inside of her thighs.