Triple Knockout (Make Mine A Menage Book 3) Page 17

  He smacked both of them across the ass. Not too hard. Just enough sting to remind them who was boss. Although Beau appeared slightly miffed by the unexpected spank, there was also no mistaking the flush riding his cheeks. As for Al...hell, she was probably already plotting how to get her next one. “Wait over by the bench. And no starting without me.” After issuing that stern warning, he ducked into the office. Thank Christ he’d had the forethought to stash some condoms in his desk on the off chance fate would gift him with hot gym sex with either Allie or Beau. Never in a million years did he think he’d get to have both of them.

  I must have been a fucking saint in a previous life and it’s paying off big time for me now. Shit knows he wasn’t one currently. And thank God for that. Because he had some seriously dirty lovin’ waiting for him on the other side of the wall.

  He grabbed a couple of Trojans, the ball of tape sitting in his bottom drawer, and the small scissors located in the First Aid kit. With his arsenal of goodies in hand, he stepped back outside. The enticing visual of Allie naked from the waist up greeted him. Beau was already taking advantage of that fortuitous situation by kissing and tonguing her nipples.

  So much for them listening to a damn thing he said.

  On the one hand, watching them together was the hottest thing alive. But he’d also given them a direct order and they’d flagrantly disobeyed it. Al might be woefully lacking in the proper training, but Beau certainly had enough years under his belt as a Dom to know he’d committed a big no-no.

  Either he was still wavering about relinquishing control, or he was deliberately egging Van on in the hopes of getting punished. If that was the case, he might want to think twice about what he was setting himself up for. No better time than the present to make that clear.

  Without saying a word, Van strode past them and carefully arranged his stash of items at the base of the workout bench. Thanks to the mirror facing him, he could see Allie’s guilty expression and Beau’s wary one as they watched him set the scene. An awkward silence passed before they both shuffled toward him.

  He stacked his arms over his chest. “Nice of you to join me.”

  “Please don’t be mad at Beau. I’m the one who got too excited and couldn’t wait.”

  “No, I’m the one to blame. I knew you were giving a command. Al didn’t.”

  “Doesn’t matter. I’m not mad at either one of you. Unfortunately, that doesn’t let you and Al off the hook punishment wise.” He picked up the roll of tape and measured out a good foot and a half of the stretchy material. “On second thought, this isn’t going to be enough.” He glanced at Beau. “Be a good boy and grab a couple more packages.”

  His gaze leery, Beau pivoted toward the boxing ring. Van cleared his throat. “You forgot something.”

  Beau peered over his shoulder and growled at the pointed look Van pinned him with. “You’re shitting me, right?”

  “Nope. If you don’t say it then count on blue balls for the next month.”

  He swore he detected smoke rising from Beau’s skull. “Yes, Master Mitchell.”

  Only Beau could make it sound like he’d just cursed him out merely by saying his name. His lips twitching from reining in his grin, Van shifted his attention to Allie. “Refresh my memory. You had blindfolds on your limits list, right?”

  Her eyes widening, she quickly shook her head. “No. I love blindfolds. If I could wear them all the time without walking into walls or traffic, I absolutely would.”

  “Great. Then you won’t have any problem with me using one on you.”

  “Damn it.”

  “Better luck next time, sweetheart. Now come here so I can see if this is wide enough.”

  She dutifully obeyed and frowned at the length of tape. “You’re going to blindfold me with that?”

  “Hey now. I’ll have you know this is a brilliant stand-in. My ingenuity is quite impressive if I do say so myself.”

  “Okay, MacGyver.”

  He sat on the bench and patted his lap. “C’mere, Princess Sassy Pants.”

  Her entire face lighting up with her smile, she did as directed and looped her arms around his neck. “Princess Sassy Pants?”

  “Can’t very well call you Princess Sassy Top when you’re not wearing one.” He held the tape to her eyes. Satisfied it’d get the job done, he set the roll aside and turned his undivided attention to her breasts. Cupping the full weight of one in his palm, he rested his other hand on her upper thigh, just close enough to her pussy to make her wiggle in eagerness. He massaged the heaviness of her tit and then pinched her nipple, rolling the pebbled peak between his fingertips. A breathless sound popped from her, her squirming intensifying.

  He brushed his fingers back and forth on her leg, still maddeningly distant from where he knew she desperately craved for him to be. “I bet your clit is ripe, wet, and throbbing right now. Would you like me to do something about that?”

  “God, yes.”

  “Wrong answer.” He moved his hand further away.

  “Wait! I meant to say Please, Master.”

  “Pity it didn’t come to you sooner. Then you could have been coming sooner.” Enjoying his sadistic torturing a little too much, he slid his hands beneath her armpits and plopped her back on her feet. Leaving her to sulk, he cut the proper amount of tape for her blindfold. The remainder of the roll would be adequate for binding her wrists. He glanced toward the boxing ring. “You better not be jacking off over there.”

  A muffled curse proceeded Beau’s reappearance. He whipped the two packages of tape at Van, one hitting him square in the chest before landing between his feet, the other skittering off to the left of him.

  “Oh hell no. You did not just do that.” His eyes narrowing, he kicked the package of tape out of the way. “Get your ass over here. Now.”

  A mixture of trepidation and hunger flashing across his face, Beau obeyed the summons. He stopped directly in front of Van, boldly meeting his stare rather than adopting the proper submissive gaze that should have landed well beneath Van’s chin. “Apologies, Master. Would you like me to pick them up for you?”

  “I don’t mind you testing me—and yourself—up to a certain degree. But if you’re intending to do this bullshit all night, we have a problem. Maybe we should just end it right here if that’s the case.” It was hands down the hardest bluff he’d ever had to deliver. If Beau called him on it...fuck, he didn’t know if he’d have the strength to let him walk away.

  Beau swallowed hard enough his Adam’s apple bobbed. “I don’t want that.”

  Relief ambushed him. “Then are you willing to start behaving like an actual sub?” he demanded, somehow keeping his voice as firm as he was capable of despite the rollercoaster ride of his emotions.

  Lowering his gaze, Beau slowly dropped down onto his knees.

  It was a surreal moment, having his best friend in the position he’d craved to place him in for countless frustrating years. Too bad Beau didn’t actually wait to be told what to do, but hell, he was a work in progress. Couldn’t expect miracles overnight. “You’re permitted to stand. I could use your help with the rest of the ties.”

  Beau grabbed the packages before pushing to his feet. He split open the plastic overwrap and freed the tape. “I assume these need to be cut?”

  “Just the one. And only in half. They’ll be used there.” He nodded to the neighboring power cage.

  Beau frowned. “I thought Al was getting fucked on the weight bench.”

  “She is.”

  A fraction of Beau’s leeriness returned. “Then what’s the cage for?”

  “You.”

  Apprehension and desire warred for supremacy on Beau’s features. “I’m not saying I don’t want this. Because I do. But I’m not ready for you to fuck me yet. I’m just...I’m not.”

  “Fair enough.”

  Beau’s shoulders relaxed.

  “Fortunately, there’s plenty other things I can do with your ass.” Grinning wickedly at Beau’s audib
le gulp, Van returned to Allie’s side. “You have an extremely important role in his punishment, sweetheart. I know you won’t let me down. Right?”

  She shook her head exuberantly. Beau groaned. “Al, you’re a little too eager to annihilate me. I thought you liked me.”

  “Oh, I do. Tremendously.”

  “You have a funny way of showing it.”

  Van passed him the scissors. “Quit your whimpering and get to cutting.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Hot damn. I really do love the sound of that coming from your lips. Almost makes me feel like going easy on you and scaling back your punishment.” He returned Beau’s hopeful look with a crocodile smile. “Nah, that wouldn’t be near as much fun for me.”

  “Jesus, I’m in fear for my life.”

  “While you’re waiting on him to come rescue you, go ahead and get those two bindings attached to the cage. And don’t think you’re gonna wuss out and get away with using the side rails. Tie them to the top.” By the time the last knot was secured, his cock felt like it was secured in its own vise, ready to burst.

  Beau pivoted to face him, silently awaiting further instruction. Judging from the ruddiness of his cheeks and the difficulty he had meeting Van’s gaze, he was equally affected by the erotic tableau he’d assembled. Van stepped around him and gave the twin makeshift restraints a good tug, checking their stability. They would also get the job done. Just fine. “Take off your clothes.”

  Beau hesitated a second, visibly psyching himself up. Blowing out a nearly inaudible breath, he yanked his tee shirt over his head, rumpling his hair. He tossed the garment on top of the Olympic bar and then toed his sneakers off before hiking his sweats down. His erection was an impressive sight to behold, even with the encumbrance of his boxer briefs. Finally meeting Van’s gaze, he tucked his fingers in the waistband and peeled his underwear down, springing his cock free. The fat head was already glistening with precome.

  Although it about killed him, Van ignored the beckoning call of Beau’s dick and instead stroked a hand over his sculpted pecs. Beau stood absolutely still during the petting, but there was no missing the erratic up-tempo in his breathing. Van smoothed his palm upward and encircled the base of Beau’s neck with his fingers. Beau’s breathing instantly eased into a calmer rhythm. Van shifted his focus to Allie and found her watching them with wide-eyed fascination. If her erect nipples were any indication, she was also highly aroused. “Come here, sweetheart.”

  “S-should I bring the blindfold?”

  Immense pride filled him that she’d dutifully asked the question despite her obvious dislike of the punishment device. He was almost tempted to let her off the hook completely. Nah, also not nearly as much fun. “We won’t be using that yet. Bring the other binding instead.”

  She did as told and hurried to him, practically quivering with excited anticipation. He took the tape from her and draped it around her neck for the time being. “Remove your jeans and panties.”

  He and Beau watched the seductive strip show she performed for them as she shimmied out of her garments. Impossible to say which of them ended up with the more painful erection. Deciding to leave it marked as a tie, Van continued his petting—on Allie this time. Ghosting his hand along the petal-soft swell of her abdomen, he allowed himself to take it further and eased his fingers between her legs. “You are fucking soaked, baby. Think I better take a closer inspection.”

  He dropped down onto one knee and gently separated her labia with his thumbs. He blew a stream of air over her clit and she about leaped out of her skin. “Ripe, juicy, and I’ll bet throbbing like a sonofabitch.” He hitched his gaze to her face. “Did you touch yourself while I wasn’t looking?”

  “N-no.”

  “If you’re lying to me your punishment will be more than a blindfold, baby.”

  “I swear—” She broke off in mid-declaration and blinked at him as he sniffed her hands. “Are you seriously smelling me for pussy fingers? Couldn’t you have just taken my word for it?”

  “Sure. But this way is more perverted, therefore more my style. And you’re in luck. No pussy fingers detected.”

  “Whew. I’m so relieved.”

  Deciding to give her something to really eye-roll over, he swabbed her clit with his tongue, alternating between soft and firm pulses until she was writhing and moaning. Pulling away before she could climax, he pushed to his feet. He turned toward Beau—who, according to the raging status of his hard-on, apparently had been transfixed by the display of pussy eating. Not one to be accused of being a selfish prick where his subs were concerned, he slid his mouth over Beau’s, sharing the delicious taste of Allie.

  A groan rumbled through Beau’s chest an instant before he surrendered to the kiss. To the commanding glide of Van’s tongue. He was no longer fighting it, but an active participant. Greedily accepting everything Van had to give and returning it two-fold.

  Breaking off the kiss before he lost his damn mind, Van took an unsteady step away from Beau. He was mollified to note that Beau’s breathing was just as haggard as his. Allie appeared to be suffering similar consequences. She was clutching the side rails as if her life depended on it. “I deserve a million rewards for being able to witness that and not touch myself. Not even once. God, I clearly have superpowers I didn’t even realize I possess.”

  He patted her cheek. “Don’t get cocky. The night’s barely begun. Too bad that blindfold’s gonna get in the way of seeing some really hot stuff.”

  “What happened in your childhood to make you such a monster?”

  Chuckling evilly, he snagged the tie from around her neck. “To redeem myself slightly, I’ll grant you the choice of being bound with wrists behind your back or in front. I know behind sounds sexier—and it certainly is for me—but it’ll probably be more painful for you.”

  Tapping her nails on the rail, she eyed him appraisingly. “In order to make an informed decision, I need to know why it’s sexier for you and how exactly it will hurt.”

  “Easier to show you. Clasp your hands behind your back.” Once she was in position, he brushed his fingers over her breasts, pausing to award her nipples a proper tweak before dropping his arm. “With your shoulders pulled back like this you can feel the strain. That’s where the discomfort comes in. But for me, it’s sexy as hell to see these beautiful tits thrust at full attention, high and proud as they damn well should be. And then when I’m fucking you, I’ll grip your bound wrists like this.” He demonstrated by banding her with his fist.

  “Behind.” She shivered. “Definitely behind.”

  “As you wish. But you have to be absolutely diligent with your safewords, sweetheart. With any form of pain play, it’s paramount that you know your limits and respect them. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

  She swiveled in his arms. “I promise I’ll use the safewords if I need them.”

  “Good girl.” He gave in to the temptation of her delectable lips, teasing the delicate bow in the center with the tip of his tongue before dipping inside and sweeping along the edges of her teeth. She sucked on his tongue, her smile curving against his mouth when he gave in to a broken groan. He pulled back and met her triumphant gaze. “Someone looks pleased with herself.”

  “Yes, Master. I rather enjoyed making you a little jelly-kneed just now.”

  “Got news for you. I’m jelly-kneed around you constantly.”

  “Really?” Her eyes sparkled. “Tell me more. I’m all ears.”

  “There’s only enough room for one egomaniacal tormenting monster around here, and I beat you to it. So hands behind your back again.” He secured the stretchy tape and tied it off. With her now properly restrained, he moved to the weight bench and adjusted the backrest into a slight decline before instructing Beau to lie down. Satisfied with his head alignment, he squeezed Beau’s shoulder. “Comfortable?”

  Beau gave him a wry look. “For the time being.”

  “Yeah, best to not get too used to it.” He crooked a fi
nger at Al. “We’re ready for you, Princess Sassy Pussy.”

  “Ooh, a new title. At this rate, I’ll be bumped up to Queen Sassy Butt in no time. I’d practice my royal wave, but my hands are a little tied at the moment.”

  Snorting, he guided her backward so that she was straddling Beau’s face. A hungry groan ripped from Beau. The sound morphed into a muffled curse when Van pinched his nipple. “You take a single taste before I tell you to and there will be hell to pay. And I shouldn’t need to say this, but I will—no coming until I let you.”

  After securing Beau’s grumpy compliance, Van lifted his scrutiny to Allie. She was staring straight ahead, her cheeks a rosy pink. He didn’t need to track her gaze to know she was enthralled by their reflection in the mirror. “Likewise for you, sweetheart. No coming without my permission. Do I need to get the blindfold?”

  She jerked her focus to him, her expression beseeching. “Not yet. I won’t come. I swear. Please, Master.”

  How could he resist her when she pleaded so prettily? Besides, he wanted to be able to look in her eyes when he took her over the edge, to see that absolute recognition that she belonged to him and that he was equally hers. Emotions threatening to get the better of him, he smoothed a wisp of hair behind her ear. “Request granted.”

  The sheer radiance of her smile threatened to blind him. Which might account for why he was suddenly all clumsy fingers. It was a fucking mystery how he could tie an intricate Shibari pattern no problem, but the inner drawstring on his track pants was apparently beyond his current skillset. Admitting defeat, he grabbed the scissors and cut the damn knot off. He caught Allie’s mirthful gaze and anted up a lopsided grin before shucking his pants down. Her rapt absorption with his cock instantly put him back on the power track. He snagged one of the condom packets, ripped it open with his teeth, and got it seated with three impatient down strokes of his fist.

  Now to suit up Beau. He was hard and primed enough he didn’t require any fluffing. Not that Van let that deter him. He spit into his palm—again, not that Beau needed any additional lubricating. It was just hella nasty, and fuck if that didn’t make it hotter—and greased Beau’s dick, giving it a firm squeeze. A rough exhale shot from Beau, and Allie twisted sideways to see what all the commotion was about. Her eyes tripled in size. “Oh my, God.”