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presence. And he couldn’t imagine anything more sensual than watching the woman he cared
for, truly loved, love another man she adored.
“That’s it, sugar,” Brock breathed, cupping her breast. “Work that sweet body for me,
sub.”
Mary’s blonde hair swept over her shoulder, and she latched onto her bottom lip as she
stared at Luke with lust-filled eyes. He went to her then and pinched the other nipple, his mouth
opening when her lips parted.
Moistening his lips, he suckled her breast, watching as Brock continued to manipulate the
other hard point. She was recently waxed, and he noticed.
Brock had casually mentioned he’d given her a weekend getaway to a day spa in the
country prior to her arrival in the mountains. The trip rewarded them all. He’d never seen her so
bare and exposed.
Kissing her chest, Luke dragged his tongue over the peak he’d licked, nudging Brock’s
hand out of the way so he could kiss the other point. Then, he rose to his knees and attacked her
lips, framing her face as he drove into her mouth, famished.
Their kiss heated his lips, burned his soul. As he held her head in his hands, she did the
same, using him for leverage as Brock worked his cock in and out of her sweet body, the body
he’d longed to possess again, swearing if he could make love to her one more time, he’d never
wish for anything more.
Her mouth watered as he kissed her. Tears drifted down her cheeks. “You’ve missed
me,” he crooned, breaking their connection. “You may be crazy about that lug inside you, but
you’ve missed me.”
Brock grunted, and Luke looked over Mary’s shoulder. “Pardon me for asking, buddy.
But don’t you think it’s only fair to share?”
Brock grinned. “Do you think you’re the only man who’s ever wanted to fuck my
woman?”
“I guess I deserve that, huh?” Luke asked, dragging Mary away from Brock’s arms.
“Will you play nice?” Mary asked.
“Never, sub,” Luke replied, eyeing the table filled with goodies. “And I don’t know why,
after all this time, you’d expect me to.”
Chapter Fourteen
There was a part of Brock that had needed to finish what they’d started and another part
of him that longed to harness his lack of control. He and Luke had only briefly discussed
expectations, and fortunately, Mary hadn’t tried to overanalyze their time together.
In many ways, Luke’s addition to their bed would be challenging, but on the other hand,
he would also bring something to the picture Brock hadn’t expected. He certainly didn’t have a
problem with waiting.
As a practiced Dom who’d lived in the lifestyle for a number of years, Brock had realized
something early in his relationship with Mary. They were so compatible that he had zilch control
around her.
When they were in bed together, Brock had tried to postpone fucking her, often teasing
her beyond normal limitations, and still had found he’d been unable to practice what he’d
preached. He’d often left her tied to the bed with a dildo in her pussy so he could walk away and
test her without testing himself.
Luke reached for the silk scarves. “On your knees, sub.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, obedient, eager, and far too compliant, something Brock assumed
she’d always been with Luke. She’d been relatively easy for Brock to train, then again, the
program he had in place had never been too strenuous.
Luke waggled his brows behind her, and Brock shook his head. Without a doubt, Brock
would have to take Mary to bed a lot without Luke. He was too fun-loving, and while there
wasn’t anything wrong with having a great time in bed, Brock liked slow moving sex acts and
enjoyed making love to the woman he adored. Luke probably didn’t believe in taking his time,
and Brock couldn’t picture him using a slow hand whatsoever.
Once Mary rose to her knees, Luke barked another order, “Arms forward.”
Immediately, Mary extended her thin limbs with her fists balled and pressed together.
Luke tied her hands using two strips of material, binding them together before tying the sash to
one of the bedposts. The new position he forced Mary to take made Brock as hard as steel.
With a natural curve to her waist, Mary leaned off to the left. “Are you uncomfortable,
sub?” Luke asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good,” he said, making Brock jerk to attention.
Luke picked up a paddle and took to task a planned spanking. He set aside the wooden
accessory and grabbed a jar of salve, unscrewing the brass lid and taking a sudden deep breath.
“I have dreamed about this.”
“I’m sure you have,” Mary said, twisting her hips.
Brock watched quietly as two old lovers, husband and wife, reconnected, and while he
felt his heartstrings tug a little tighter, he wasn’t sure he’d define the distorted emotions as envy.
Mary locked eyes with him then, and as if she’d read his mind, she mouthed the words, “I
love you.”
“Quiet, sub,” Luke said, staring at her mouth after she’d extended the sentiment.
“Brock, do you have that treat in the freezer?” Luke asked, bringing Brock out of his
lightheaded state. He walked the short distance to the kitchenette and had just started to remove
the bowl of prepared ginger fingers when a loud swat resounded in the room.
“More, sir!” Mary screamed, acting as if she were already trained for such a spanking.
Brock wheeled around in time to see Luke’s arm wielded behind him. The swift way he
brought his swing through made Brock’s heartbeat quit, but right before Luke spanked her again,
he slowed the pivot and stopped what might have been a major blow to Mary’s pretty red cheeks.
“Mary? What do you say?”
“Thank you, sir!” she exclaimed, exasperation thick in her voice.
Brock approached the bed and placed the ginger next to Luke’s knee. He already had
several toys scattered across the coverlet—nipple clamps, a ball gag, two different paddles, a
vibrator, and a blindfold.
“Have you been a bad girl, Mary?”
“Yes, sir,” she replied, her eyes watering as she watched Brock.
“Tell me,” Luke said, rubbing his cock over her hip.
Brock knew his limitations. If he’d been married to Mary and missing from her life for as
long as Luke had, that act alone would’ve been his undoing. Instead, Luke continued to press the
head of his cock against her smooth flesh, running his hands down her globes, and occasionally
spreading her so he could view the tiny tight entrance.
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