AFTER the initial climax, Mac didn’t turn off the vibrator. The sheer amusement in his eyes made no secret he was quite entertained by this unexpected scenario. However, the sight of Tess naked and restrained in front of company did something weird to his gut. After all, the last time they had ventured anywhere near this shared intimacy, Tess had bolted and sent his life into a tailspin of despair.
Tess continued to ride the chair and matched her pace to the rhythm of the toy. The restraints rattled, adding a beat to the steady buzz of the vibrator. Her whimpers and muffled pleas were thrown into the musical mix. Mac could feel it echo in his blood like a drug.
“What can I do for you, Paul?”
Paul’s gaze flicked between Tess’ adorned breasts, fully occupied sex, and her flushed face. A dazed expression seeped over his features, as though he entered dreamland with Tess as the starring role in his fantasy. “Huh?”
Mac leaned back in his chair, thoroughly amused, and steepled his hands together, pressing his index fingers to his mouth. He cocked his head at Tess in silent query. This would be a big step for her if she chose to take it. Mac half hoped she wouldn’t. “Would you like to touch, Paul?”
There was a heavy silence, broken only by the buzzing and Tess’s heavy breathing. Then, Paul turned and stared at Mac like he had just grown an extra head. “Mac? Boss?”
“If you would like to touch her, Paul, ask her permission.” This would be the interesting part of the scenario, Mac thought. Would Tess give her permission? Would she be brave enough to make that choice after the last time?
From the sounds she made, Tess headed into her second orgasm. From the passion on her face, she couldn’t have given a monkey’s furry ass what was going on around her. Mac doubted she knew Paul had a look on his face that resembled a small child’s joyous disbelief on Christmas morning after finding that one coveted toy under the tree.
“Are you sure, Mac?” he said reverently.
“You have my permission to ask Tess for her consent.” Mac didn’t move, simply watched and waited.
“Ah…Tess? Would you mind if I…can I…” he stuttered awkwardly.
Tess’ eyes rolled back in her head as she shuddered over the next climax. Mac could almost feel the contractions of her orgasm around his cock. She nodded her head weakly before it lolled backward. Mac had to adjust his cock as he watched her body twitch in little spasms.
Paul went toward her on unsteady legs and then dropped to his knees between her spread thighs. He reached out to touch the pouty flesh of her sex, but snatched his hand back as though it might get bitten off. He cast a questioning glance at Mac, who gave him a go-ahead smile, a smile that covered the depths of his jealousy far too easily.
He’d made a big mistake when he’d allowed Mark to participate in the sex. That threesome would remain a mistake in Mac’s eyes. But he didn’t want the memory of that night to sour Tess’ perspective on group sex. If she chose to let Paul touch her now, perhaps they would take a step toward rectifying what Mac had damaged in his haste.
“Feel free to take out the toys, Paul. They’ve been in long enough. Leave the nipple clamps to me though. I have plans for them later.”
One large hand cupped her mound, fingers sliding through the copious amount of fluid her body had released during climax. Paul groaned and delved for the vibrator. She lifted her hips to help him. A moment later, he tugged the little devil free and released a small reservoir of creamy come. Mac pressed the button and silenced it.
Tess yelped at the first contact of his mouth on her sex. Mac almost came out of his chair, ready to leap to her defense if necessary. But Paul’s tongue was very busy, he licked at her rabidly, dipped inside her, and scooped out all the feminine cream he could reach. The yelp became a moan of delight.
Paul fluttered over her clit, sent her hips back into overdrive, and elicited a lovely whimper of delight from her. Both men shifted in uncomfortable arousal. Tess hmmm’d her approval. Mac wanted to climb over the desk and fuck her into the next week.
“And the other one,” Mac ordered, and came around the desk to study Paul’s head as it bobbed between her thighs.
Tess squirmed in the chair as her hands flexed desperately. His big hands gripped her hips, pulled them forward just enough for her ass to become more accessible. Relief and disappointment crossed over her damp face when the plug popped free, leaving her open and exposed.
“Boss?” Paul asked quietly.
Mac’s eyes narrowed at her. Could she go through it again? Would she surrender to him, submit her will to him? She had run before, trying to find her independence. He couldn’t take it if she ran again. But, had she found her peace with what she was? He wouldn’t know, she wouldn’t know, if Tess never stepped back up to that line. He cocked his head and sighed. “Trust me, baby?”
*
Oh shit, was all she could think. Tess knew exactly what was to come, and while part of her was revved and spread wide—physically and mentally—another part shriveled up as the seconds passed by, curling into itself and dying at the thought of being shared again.
Her relationship was with Mac. That was all she wanted, all she really needed. Her dream of being shared was a fantasy, one already fulfilled, be it in a rough and unsatisfactory manner. But there was an experimental side of her that said quite clearly if she loved Mac, being with him exclusively was possible if interaction with other men happened under his supervision and with his permission.
The romantic side of her, the part that shriveled and perished, couldn’t tolerate the idea of life with one man, loving one man, and that man allowing other men to take possession of what should be his and only his. Love, to that part of her, was not a commodity to be swapped and part-exchanged when the urge struck.
Tess blinked at Mac and realized suddenly both men stared at her expectantly. They waited for her to process the thoughts whipping around in her head and come up with an answer.
If she allowed this to happen again, would it result in the same emotional crush as last time? She couldn’t survive it, couldn’t bear the emotional void that crashed down on her when the sex was over and that horrible label of complete and utter slut came down on her head.
She’d never been a slut, a promiscuous person who participated in these sorts of activities. They’d been dreams, mere fantasies created by an inexperienced virgin who occasionally trolled pornographic sites just to see what all the damn fuss was about.
Mac had changed that for her, stoked the embers into a raging fire and gave them the room to explode outward, to indulge in freedom and a slight degree of anonymity. She wanted, needed to keep that side of her hidden from the public view.
At the end of the day, Tess decided, Mac loved her and wanted her. She was a submissive, his submissive, and what he wanted her to do, she would do. She was his to do what he pleased with, and despite her resolve to run away and grow a backbone, she could do nothing but please him.
She closed her eyes, gave a little half-shrug of indecision, and then jerked her head a couple of times. She heard low male mutters, both Mac and Paul’s voices dropped to a volume she had no hope of hearing.
Suddenly, her hands were freed, laid gently in her lap as restraints and cuffs were removed. She winced at the helplessness of her limbs, weak and numb. She was scooped up, cradled against Mac’s chest as they swept out of the office and into the bedroom.
“Paul’s going to get undressed so that you can inspect him,” Mac murmured in her ear. She couldn’t answer him yet. Her hands might have been free, but her mouth wasn’t. “He’s clean. Are you sure you want to do this, Tess? Tell me if we’re rushing back into things too fast.”
Another miserable shrug. Mac unclipped the gag, slipped the ball gently from her mouth and waited while she loosed the tension from her jaw. Tess considered briefly, then decided to throw a curveball at him, just to see how he would take it.
“No.”
His brow winged up. “You might want to qualify that.”
“Very well. No, I am not comfortable with this. Not at this moment in time, Mac.” She studied his face intently and waited for some flicker of disapproval or worse, disappointment.
But there was only acceptance as he nodded and slipped his mouth over hers tenderly, sweetly. “That’s perfectly fine, Tess. Let me go tell Paul to put his clothes back on, then I’ll come back and see what does make you feel comfortable. Lie on the bed and relax. I won’t be long.”
Damn it, now she felt mean. She’d thrown the curveball and Mac had fielded it perfectly, beyond her expectations. No accusations she’d lead them both on in the office, no demands she finish the job she’d started.
In her mind’s eye, she could see Paul’s face light up with that Christmas-tree expression, and her own sense of fairness—the one that usually dragged her into so much bloody trouble—cranked the guilt levels up to abominable.
Tess sighed and laid her hand on Mac’s arm. “Go tell Paul to come in.”
Mac’s eyes brightened first and then narrowed suspiciously. “Why?”
“Let’s just say I don’t feel right winding him up like a clockwork bell and not setting him off.” She grabbed him by the chin and stared hard into his eyes. “No one but you takes me from behind, Mac, but I meant what I said last said time. I can’t gaze into another man’s eyes while doing this.”
“You did this to yourself last time,” he murmured worriedly. “Then I made everything worse. I can’t chance ruining this again, Tess. You have to be one hundred percent sure.”
“I promise you, I’m not going to run this time, Ian.”
Mac’s eyes widened at the use of his given name. As he was obviously lost as to what to say, Tess carried on easily. She changed her grip on his chin to cup his face in her hands. “I won’t run. I will safe word if I need to. You have my word, Mac. Now go get Paul.”
He still didn’t say anything, but there was a lost little boy look in his eyes that made him appear as young and vulnerable as she’d ever seen him. He gathered her close and just rocked her, his face pressed into the curve of her neck.
With one last glance, he walked away and called Paul’s name through the doorway.
Tess swallowed nervously and took a quick overview of how she felt. Loved, cherished. A bit baffled by how the use of Mac’s given name had affected him. But, most of all, there was a sense of confidence she hadn’t had the last time. She was on the road to finding herself, claiming herself, and accepting herself.
And that gave her courage.
When Mac swung back through the door, she grinned at him. A full, free and uninhibited grin that was answered with a mischievous one from him. Her eyes flicked over to Paul when he stepped in behind Mac, and though she didn’t manage to stop the grin from fading, she did offer him a welcoming smile.
They were both naked, both primed. Mac was glorious, as always, and Paul wasn’t far behind. His build was broader than Mac’s, more similar to Mark’s, but with the lean muscles that Mac possessed. His cock was a surprise. Tess let out a breath of relief as she studied it. An inch or so shorter than Mac’s, but roughly the same girth. It intimidated her, but was nowhere near as terrifying as Mark’s tree trunk had been.
She stalked over to Mac, ran a hand down Paul’s chest, then just vaulted onto Mac and attacked his mouth. When she all but panted with need, she pressed her mouth to Mac’s ear and murmured, “Make damn sure I’m wet before you try anything, Mac.”
“You know I will. You seem…happier with the situation.”
“Because I am.” Tess shimmied back down him, stood dwarfed between the two men with rampant erections, and said simply, “How would you like to do this, boys?”
They stared at each other and then at her. Their gazes roamed down appreciatively, travelled back up her body, and then at each other. They nodded. Quite obviously they’d discussed their plan of action, and Paul had a very happy strut in his step as he strolled past and laid down on the bed before he tugged leisurely on his erection.
“Safe word if you need to,” Mac said earnestly and pressed his chest against Tess’ back. She opened her mouth to speak, then squeaked when a blindfold slipped over her eyes. “You’re okay. Just walk forward, I’ll guide you.”
She groped backward for his hand. He grasped it and came around in front of her. He decided to lead her rather than let her stumble around. The few feet to the bed seemed like miles. Her heartbeat bounced in her chest with every step, and her hand clasped Mac’s tightly.
They stopped, and Tess sensed Mac move behind her an instant before his hands gripped her hips and lifted her onto the bed. “Up you go, sweetheart.”
She stood there, wobbled unsteadily, and wondered what the hell these two had planned for her. Mac urged Tess onto her knees, but kept her balanced as she sank down and set her hands in front of her. She crawled forward a couple of steps, and the heat of Paul’s body hit her and she knew he was close.
Mac’s hand stroked reassuringly down her spine, over and over, as her head suffered a minor change of heart. She drew in a long, deep breath, let Mac’s touch and her own needs calm the insecurities.
“Paul is right in front of you, baby,” Mac said quietly. “Go forward a little more, give his cock some attention.”
She did as she was told, felt Paul’s hands slide into her hair and guide her mouth down to his erection. She licked tentatively, more exploratory, as she wasn’t sure how far off she was, and caught the head of his cock with just the tip of her tongue.
Paul’s breath caught audibly, hissed out on a pleased moan.
Tess repeated the movement, ever mindful of where Mac was and what he was up to. She shivered pleasantly when his hands stroked over her backside, molded the shape with his talented fingers, before they slipped beneath her, and slid a single fingertip between the lips of her sex.
The lusciously smooth glide of natural lubricant was very obvious, even to her. The ache in her center gnawed and grew claws and teeth with its desperation. She wanted to be filled, needed to be thoroughly seen to.
Frustrated, she swallowed Paul’s erection to the base. She sucked and mouthed the significant length, reveling in the buck of his hips, the hard breathless grunts of a man in his element.
Two of Mac’s fingers sank deep into her heat. Her own cry of pleasure vibrated along Paul’s cock. His hands fisted in her hair, not too gently, and pushed her head down further.
Then Mac’s hand parted her buttocks, those wet fingers teased the puckered opening of her rear while his free hand massaged the back of her neck. “Just relax for me, baby. We’ve done this before, just relax and let me slide into you.”
Tess choked on Paul’s cock before he came back to himself enough to release her hair and allowed her wrench free. Breathing hard, she dropped her forehead to Paul’s thigh and tried to bring herself under control. Even as she did, Mac’s fingers slid deep inside her rear in one smooth, painless thrust.
“Mac. Mac, please. Now!”
He removed his hand and, within seconds, his cock slipped slowly inside her sex. He groaned loudly, thrust a couple times, and then withdrew, leaving her very grumpy and unfulfilled.
“All right, Paul, guide Tess forward to where you want her.”
Hands tugged and directed, and then Mac’s voice was by her ear. “Lower yourself down, baby, nice and gentle.” He gave a soft hum of relief when Tess obeyed. She moaned as the broad head of Paul’s cock breached her sex and her weight sank him deep. “Excellent. Clever girl. Lean forward for me. Brace yourself on Paul’s chest.”
Tentatively, Tess held her hands out and slid them up Paul’s chest. There was the soft crinkle of chest hair beneath her palms. Mac’s body was warm against her back, a security blanket of desire, and his cock throbbed between her buttocks and mimicked Paul’s inside her clutching sex.
“I’ll be gentle,” Mac murmured and pressed forward steadily until the head of his cock pierced her anally, aided by the lubricant he’d slicked over himself.
Tess couldn’t move. It was a physical impossibility. But she did have to admit that, as much as she was uncomfortable being shared, the feeling of being so full of hot male heat was exquisite in spite of the physical discomfort. Exquisite and addictive.
They all moaned, all throbbed, and yet everyone seemed content to remain immobile. Her muscles worked on auto pilot. They squeezed and rippled along the two fine specimens of cock inside her. Mac’s lips pressed to the nape of her neck and then worked down, trailing across her shoulders, her spine, and back up.
“Are you okay?” he murmured worriedly against her neck.
“Never better,” Tess managed to choke out and then added, “Never fuller.”
Mac chuckled. She heard the relief in the sound. His teeth clamped down on the back of her neck, gripped, and then marked her. “I’m relieved to hear it. Do you want me to remove the blindfold?”
She shook her head vehemently.
“All right. As soon as you come, we’ll start.”
Tess’ mouth dropped open, and her head spun around to face Mac over her shoulder despite the fact she was fucking blind. Then, the blindfold flipped up so she blinked at Mac with one eye, shocked by the sudden influx of light. The first thing she saw was his boyish grin, acknowledging the fact he knew damn well he’d managed to piss her off.
“What do you mean by that, Mac?”
“Exactly how it sounded. Paul and I are not moving until you come. Once you do, we’ll do our thing and keep the rhythm going.”
Tess hissed at him. “How am I supposed to come without any…” She tried to gesture something that could describe friction. “You know.”
His grin widened, and beneath her, Paul’s body vibrated with chuckles. “Baby, just keep on doing what you’re doing and, I promise you, you’ll orgasm just fine without any overt help from us.” He pressed a hard kiss to her mouth and popped the blindfold back down.
If they weren’t going to bloody well get on with it, she’d just start things herself. She shifted her hips, attempting to rock against either one of them to gain the necessary friction. There was a quick spark of ignition before it died, and she cursed viciously.
She decided to punish both men. Tess squeezed as hard as she could and then angled her hips down to try and take just an inch more to throw her over the edge. Mac’s arms came around her. His hands cupped her sensitive breasts and handled them just roughly enough to bring a climax jittering to life. “Paul, rub her clit. Throw her off the edge.”
They worked together and, within a minute, she cried out with an orgasm that struck like lightning. She panted, moaned out her appreciation for their assistance, and then stuttered out an, “Oh no,” as the pair of them began to move like a pair of pistons on an old steam train. Slow and steady to start—one in, one out, over and over—until their speed and rhythm was flawless.
Her body stiffened like a plank between them, and her toes curled deliciously with the next orgasm. She whimpered and arched back into Mac so his arms locked around her just below her breasts, his body as damp with sweat as hers, radiating enough heat to bring fresh beads of moisture to their skin.
Paul grunted beneath her, and Tess felt him shudder an instant before he ground out, “Boss, I need to come.”
Mac growled in her ear, biting the lobe. “Can you manage one more, baby?”
She whimpered, her body limp and buffeted between the two powerful men. She didn’t know if she would be conscious for one more orgasm, but if they were willing to try, she was game. “Maybe.”
“All right, Paul, you’re good to go.”
Beneath her, Paul grabbed her by the hips and then used her as leverage to drive himself harder and faster inside her sex. After what seemed like thirty seconds, his body went rigid, and his cock exploded in several strong bursts. He groaned loudly. His body arched up into a bridge until his release subsided. “Fuck. Fuck, that was fantastic.”
“Ready?” Mac snarled in her ear.
Tess nodded, braced. Mac’s body kicked into another gear. He withdrew his cock until she felt empty and then drove home in brutal hammer strokes. Tess cried out with each one. Then, it was like being struck by a train. The force of the orgasm blindsided her. As she quivered, blood humming with the power of climax, she felt Mac’s teeth sink into the curve of her neck, experienced the sharp, almost sweet pain of feeling the skin break under the force of his marking.
He drove deep, his animal side free and unchained, and his breath sounded in her ear in deep and throaty growls as his bite held her still. His arms tightened around her, kept them as close together as they could be, and he choked out her name as the first violent eruption of his release filled her with wonderful heat.
She had a vague recollection of being bathed and tended to, tucked into bed, and surrounded by the warmth of Mac’s body. Anything else that was said or happened between her passing out from exhaustion and waking up was lost in the ether, so to speak.
Her body was limp, weak, and felt very weird, as though she’d spent a week being battered all over by foam-covered bats. Her shoulder ached, and it cost her a few moments to remember why. She peered down at the ache, but couldn’t see anything but the edge of a square of white gauze.
When she sat upright, Tess scrubbed her hands over her face, yawned widely and glanced idly around the room. She yelped when she caught sight of Mac, cross-legged at the bottom of the bed, his face set in very thoughtful lines as he weaved what appeared to be a coin through his fingers like magic.
She laughed, pressed a hand to her racing heart. “Jesus, Mac, you scared me!”
“Sorry.” His gaze lifted to hers. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
Her head tilted to the side in puzzlement. Something was wrong. Mac wasn’t himself. She crawled out of the warmth of blankets and over the covers to mirror his position. She reached out and set her hand gently on his. “As long as I’m with you, Mac, I enjoy myself. You’re the reason why I’m so happy.”
Tess’ answer didn’t seem to lessen his troubles, and that made her anxious. “You seemed to settle better with multiple partners last night.” A muscle ticked in his jaw. “Is that something you want to do more often?”
“Mac, you’re worrying me. I want to be with you. I love you. I don’t care what we do together as long as I’m with you when we do it. You are all I need. Anything else is just…extra. You’re my excitement, my passion, my desire. No one else but you.”
He sighed heavily. “I love you more than anything in the world, Tess. I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about my options, about our options. I want…no, that’s wrong. I need to live the rest of my life with you, raise a family with you, be a part of you. Just be with you.”
Her eyes filled with tears, even as her heart filled to overflowing with the emotion he poured into her. She squeezed his hand. “That’s all I want, Mac. That’s all I need. You.”
He turned his hand over so they were palm to palm. “I was going to ask you to move in with me, Tess. Get rid of your apartment, fetch your stuff over here and be with me. Live here, with me. You wouldn’t have to work. But I can’t do what we did last night again. I can’t share you with anyone else. I get insanely jealous, territorial. I ended up marking you last night, drawing blood. You’ll probably have a scar. I can’t put myself through that, and I can’t ask you to put yourself through it either. I need you to myself, Tess, but I know you have needs and desires. Things you want to try.”
Move in with him? Tess goggled at him for a moment and then frowned. She gripped his face in her hands, made sure her eyes were firmly on his when she spoke. “Ian McAllister, you listen to me, good and proper. Multiple partners was a dream, one we’ve now fulfilled twice. The first was…an eye-opener and not that pleasant, I’ll admit. Last night was completely different, more along the lines of how I’d imagined it would be like. But I don’t need to do it again to be happy.
“I don’t care if you mark me. I don’t care if you leave a scar. I’d rather be proud of the fact you’d lose control enough to mark me and carry that scar without shame. That, for me, just balances out the shame of the scars I already have. Whatever needs and desires I have are nothing without you. I couldn’t even think about trying them with another man. Because you’ve marked me, and I’m yours. Always.”
Mac leaned forward, pressed his mouth to hers gently, and then lowered his forehead to hers. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Tess, inside and out. I don’t know what I’ve done in my life to deserve you, but I’d do it all again if it meant keeping you for this life, and the next, and all the others that come after.”
“You have me, Mac.”
The hand weaving the coin stopped in mid-flip, and he caught it in his palm. Then, he held it up between them, and Tess saw, with no little shock, it wasn’t a coin he’d toyed with.
“Then let’s make it official, shall we? Tess Clifton, I love you. Would you do me the honor of marrying me, taking my name, carrying my children?”
Her lips trembled. All she’d ever wanted was to be loved and have a family. Mac offered it to her on a plate. “I thought you were asking me to move in with you?”
“Why waste time with the little steps, baby? I want to start our life together as soon as we possibly can.” He waited and studied her face. “Am I rushing you, Tess?”
“No. No, of course you’re not! I just…I never expected this, Mac. This is what I’ve dreamed of. Loving a wonderful man and being loved in return. And you’re right, why take the little steps when we both know what we want?” Tess gave him a brilliant, if watery, smile. “I’ll marry you, Mac. Of course, the answer’s yes. Always.”
Light filled his face as he slipped the ring on her finger and then raced kisses all over her face in delight. “The future Mrs. McAllister. My beautiful, exceptional wife-to-be.”
She studied the ring, the glint on her finger, a stunning eighteen-carat gold band with a baguette-cut sapphire in the center, flanked by two diamonds on either side. She loved it. She was deliriously happy, ridiculously in love. “I’m not waiting, Mac.”
He grinned. “Me neither. You’re mine, Tess. Always.”
Tess grinned back. “You’re mine, Mac. Always.”
As they laughed like idiots, she let him lay her back on the mattress and start their life together in the best way they knew how.
The End
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About Kay Elle Parker
Kay Elle Parker was born and raised in Harrogate, North Yorkshire.
Always an avid and intense reader, Kay started writing novels at the age of eleven after suffering through a sexual assault. Even at a young age, her work was deemed too adult and too mature for some publishers—Kay took this as a sign to not submit any more work to publishers and stuck by this resolve for eighteen years.
In that time, she has amassed a total of twenty-seven novels, all in various stages of progress. No one has ever read any of her work before.
Always was written during a lengthy stay in the hospital in July and August of 2014. The finishing touches were applied after a serious operation in December 2014, which resulted in several weeks of bed rest and recuperation.
In September 2015, the manuscript for Always was submitted to Liquid Silver Books and, much to her pride and disbelief, Kay was finally offered a contract.
When she isn’t reading or writing, Kay can usually be found writing, playing with one of her four Border collies, or working with horses.
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