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Natalie jerked her head toward the door so fast she ended up with a mouthful of her own hair. She ignored it, staring aghast at the two tall, dark-clad Doms lounging in the doorway of the room. Dack winked at her, a roguish smile on his face. The handsome blond Dom at his side merely gazed at her, his face enigmatic.
And meanwhile Mase kept stroking her, petting her, right in front of them. She reached for his hands, intending she knew not what, but his voice stopped her.
“Nat. You want your hands tied? ‘Cause that’s next if you can’t keep still.”
“No,” she breathed. She shook her head, turning to look up at him pleadingly. “No, Mase.”
He smiled at her as he thrust two fingers into her pussy and then pressed up, finding her G-spot with unerring precision, while the other two men watched.
“Baby, I liked what we did on that porch. I think you did too. The threat of getting caught made that fuck even hotter. I like to be watched, hell, I fuckin’ love it. Tonight, we’re gonna find out if you do too.”
“Now, put your hands down, palms flat on the bed,” he instructed.
“I could hold her hands,” Trace offered, his voice full of smooth, urbane menace.
“Or she could play with those pretty tits,” Dack suggested, a smile in his voice.
“I like that option,” Mase agreed. He smacked Natalie’s mons. “Baby, hands. Now.”
She had no choice. She was naked in a room with not one, but three Doms, and they all wanted to tell her what to do. And if she wanted to come, she had to do it. Surrender slid through her like a blissful caress, and Natalie sighed. She lifted her hands and pinched her nipples, her eyes on Mase. Her Dom.
His face was hard, but full of pride, in her. And she was proud to be with him, too. Out of all the women with whom he was surrounded here, he’d chosen her. And the other two men in the room thought she was hot, enough that they wanted to watch her, see her come. This knowledge slid deep inside her like a naughty, public caress, swiping away layers of old doubt and shame that she was too forward, too much, too needy. This was all for her, they were all here for her right now. And all of her was Mase’s.
At this realization, her pussy spasmed around his fingers in a near orgasm.
“Fuck, yeah,” he approved. “Now hang on, Natalie. I’m hungry for the taste of you.”
He bent to her and Nat moaned when his tongue raked up the slick furrow of her labia and found her clit. Her eyes slid shut.
“Natalie,” Dack said. “Look at us, honey. Look at us watchin’ you. Watchin’ Mase eat you.”
With a sigh, she turned her head and gazed into both their eyes. Their hot gazes, their approval, their gazes on her pussy made what Mase was doing to her there with his merciless wet, velvet tongue all the sweeter.
“Oh,” she gasped. “Oh, yes. I need to come. Please.” Pleading not only with Mase, but with them.
“Hang on,” Trace ordered.. “Not yet.”
Mase lashed her with his tongue and then thrust his fingers back inside her, finding her G-spot again.
“Now?” she begged shamelessly. “Now, please?”
Dack nodded slowly, and Trace moved a few steps closer, tipping his head to watch Mase between her legs. “Now, Nat. Come for us now.” Their explicit gazes were as sweet as Mase’s touch.
She obeyed, arching in his grasp, crying out a wordless paean of joy. She came so hard she nearly fainted, but retained consciousness through all it as she flew, surrendering to the joy of Mase’s touch and the two other men watching him make her do his bidding.
Afterward, she drifted until he said her name softly. She opened drugged eyes to find him leaning over her, smiling down at her.
“Hey,” he murmured. “You okay, pretty woman?”
She licked her lips and smiled at him. “Uh-huh.”
“Good. You did good, baby.”
His praise filled the last little empty parts of her. “Thank you, Mase.”
He laid his warm hand on her belly, his thumb stroking her soft skin, his gaze stroking deep inside her, all of her. “You ready for more?”
“May I do you ... with my mouth?” she asked daringly.
His eyes flared. “You’d do that for me? While they watch?”
She nodded. “Yes, Mase.”
“You gonna enjoy it?”
Her pussy squeezing again in happy surrender, she nodded again. “Yes, Mase.”
Her Dom straightened, and then began to unfasten his jeans, his gaze on her as she sat up.
“Guess the show’s not over yet, gentlemen,” he said.
“Good,” Dack said. “I do like to watch a pretty sub get her Dom off.”
“So do I,” Trace agreed. “Especially when her ass is all pretty and pink like your sub’s, Mase. She wears your discipline well.”
Mase strolled over to sit on the chair, jerking his chin at Nat. “C’mere, baby. You can show off your spanking while you give me your mouth.”
Natalie knew she should protest this as retro and completely politically incorrect. But she was still under her Mase orgasm spell, because as she walked to him and knelt between his thighs, her ass on display for the other two men, she felt proud and even happy.
She felt beautiful.
Mase’s cock was quivering with eagerness. He palmed it, looking down at her as she laid her hands on her thighs and waited. “You okay with me bare?” he asked. “I don’t mind suiting up.”
“I want to taste you, Mase.” She licked her lips.
He followed the movement, his own mouth curving up in a proud smile. “Then come here and take my cock, sub. I want it sweet and strong and fast ... just like you.”
Natalie circled the base of his shaft with her fingers, reveling in his hot, velvety texture, the rigidity of the muscle underneath, in his musky scent and the feel of his hands in her hair, urging her onward. She got him good and wet with her tongue, then held him in her fist as she took him, as fast and hard as she could.
“Fuck,” Dack said behind her. “That’s hot. Beautiful. I may need to beat off, watchin’ that.”
“You have a fine sub here, Mase,” Trace approved. “That round ass looks good with your marks on it, and so does her mouth full of your cock.”
Mase shuddered, and his hands tightened in Nat’s hair. “Yeah,” he rasped. “Now, baby. Here it comes. Gonna fill your throat with my cum.”
Natalie swallowed as fast as she could, as Mase’s warm, thick cum filled her mouth. She stayed in position, sucking gently as he slowly relaxed.
“You can let go, baby,” he murmured, his voice full of lazy repletion. He tugged gently on her hair. “Fuck, you wanted every drop, didn’t you, Nat?”
She wiped her lips with her fingertips and nodded, looking up at him through her disheveled hair. She loved the look in his eyes, gleaming as if she’d given him a gift that he’d wanted for a long time.
“Now thank Dack and Trace for watching,” he told her.
Still in the enveloping, blissful folds of her Mase spell, Natalie turned her head, leaning her cheek on his thigh, nestling into the vee of his strong legs to look back at the other two men. “Thank you.”
Trace nodded, and gave her a smile that felt like a presidential award. “Honey, it was my pleasure.”
Dack winked at her and grinned at Mase. “Any time. Any fuckin’ time.”
Mase chuckled, and stroked her hair. Natalie snuggled into his heat and strength, smiling to herself.
“I’m here,” Daisy called breathlessly out in the hallway. “Aw, what did I miss?”
Shaking his head, Dack swung out of the doorway, and Nat heard him speaking to Daisy in a low voice out in the hall.
“See you later,” Trace said. He walked out and pulled the door closed behind him. Which still left the window, but to Natalie it felt as if she was now cocooned with Mase, safe and cherished.
“Up, baby,” Mase said. “Want to relax with you on the bed.”
Natalie let him lead her to the bed, where he lay back in the mounded pillows, pulled her into the crook of his arm and tucked the coverlet around her. He held a bottle of water to her lips and she drank thirstily.
Then he held her close, pulling her upper leg across his groin, and her arm over his chest. She laid her head in the curve of his shoulder and slid her hand across his smooth, damp chest, then lifted it quickly when her fingertips encountered his scar. “What about your shoulder?”
“It’s fine,” he assured her. “Feels like a million bucks, matter of fact.”
He stroked her cheek with his finger. “Proud of you, Natalie. You were amazing. Hot and courageous. You liked what we did.”
She turned her face into his throat, pressing a kiss to his hot, smooth skin. “Yes. I liked it.” She’d loved it, but maybe better not to use the ‘L’ word here tonight.
He gave her a squeeze. “When you come back to the club, I want you to come to me. Can you do that for me?”
Her heart sank at his careful wording. Here, at the club. Not in public.
She curled the hand with which she’d been petting his chest, her nails digging into her palm. “I’ll be back,” she said carefully. “But ... I know you’re not looking for a—a relationship, so we can just see how it goes.”
Mase’s hand closed over her fist, and he tensed against her. “You wanna tell me,” he demanded, “how you got from my invitation, to that conclusion? Have you not been listening to me tonight?”
Natalie swallowed. “Mase, look. I ... I like being with you. Having sex with you, even submitting to you. But I’ve been in one relationship that involved a man playing around, while I waited for him. So this time, I’m going to have multiple partners too.”
Mase’s grasp tightened, and he spoke again, this time as if he was forcing the words through his teeth. “Am I gonna have to redden your ass every time you walk in these doors, to get you to listen?”
Her cheeks flaming, Natalie glared at his chest. “No, Mase,” she said as softly as she could. He could probably see steam coming out of her ears, but she wasn’t giving him any more excuses to spank her.
She found herself flipped onto her back, with Mase leaning on his elbow over her.
His scowling gaze searched hers. “Damn it. Talk to me, Nat. Something just happened, something pissed you off. What was it? If we can’t be honest with each other, this doesn’t work at all.”
Her lower lip trembled, and she bit it. “I won’t be your secret fuck bunny, Mase. If you don’t want to be seen with me, then we’re just through, that’s all.”
His head went back, his brows rising. “My ‘secret fuck bunny’?” He snorted. “Baby, you have quite a way with words, there. You ready to tell everyone outside these walls what we do, and who we do it in front of? Is that it?”
“No,” she said, but without meeting his eyes.
His brows shot together. “Natalie, I’m not ashamed of what I do here, but I can’t talk about it outside the walls of the club. Lot of straight-laced folks who think D/s and BDSM is wrong, no matter the degree of immersion. I’m a cop, Natalie.”
“Of course I don’t want to tell anyone else what we do here,” she snapped. “But tell me this, Mase. Would you go on a date with me? In River Ridge?”
“Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I?”
“You mean, you don’t agree with—with the rest of them?”
Mase examined her. Then he framed her face with his hand, his eyes boring into hers.
“Natalie, talk to me. The rest of them who? Tell me what the fuck is going on here. Is this Ridge history, like that old shit with your ex? Because I’m obviously missing something.”
She blinked as tears pressed at the back of her eyes. “I guess you are. You haven’t heard what a—a horrible, conniving bitch I am. How I d-drove my ex-husband to other women, and then into hopeless alcoholism ... and then as good as killed him, even though I was g-gone when he died.”
“Jesus,” he breathed. “Those old rumors. Yeah, I’ve heard all that.”
She tensed, ready for him to push her away. “Okay, so are you ready to leave now?”
He gave her another of those incredulous looks, but his gaze softened. “Fuck no. Come here, baby. Shh-sh, come here.”
He lay on his side, and gathered her close into his embrace, her head again tucked in the curve of his broad shoulders, under his chin. One hand stroked her back in slow, soothing sweeps.
“Okay. First,” he said, “You’re gonna tell me what really happened with you and him. Your side of the story. Then we’ll get to the rest.”
She told him about Tony, about their marriage and opening Rambles. About how it had all gone down the slippery slope of accusations, lies and then the agonizing truth.
“Okay,” Mase said. “Thank you for sharing that. First, I believe you, Natalie. I saw Tony in action, didn’t like what I saw, didn’t like his friends. And I know you. You might drive a man to his knees with those big brown eyes of yours, but any man idiot enough to cheat on you deserved to lose you. And the drinking ... that was a choice he made—or maybe he was an alcoholic, neither of which was your fault. Right?”
She drew a shaky breath. “Uh-huh.”
“All right. Now tell me who is still spreading this shit on a stick around River Ridge?”
She bit her lip.
“Natalie.”
“His sister is part of it,” she admitted. “Cassidy hero-worshipped Tony. When I left him, she sent me a bunch of nasty phone calls, texts, stuff like that. Then when he died, she blamed me. She went bat-shit crazy at his funeral.”
Mase grunted, his chin rubbing on her hair. “Cassidy. I hear she’s a good firefighter, but she can be a real brat, according to Dave.”
“She thinks Tony should have left half of the business to her,” Nat said sadly. “Except ...”
“Tell me all of it.”
“She has—or had, I don’t know about now—a compulsive spending habit,” Natalie said uncomfortably. “She went through the money their grandparents left her, then piled up big credit card debts. Tony paid some off, and she ran up more. The second time, I refused to continue enabling her with our money.”
“Sounds like he would’ve done her a bigger favor cutting up her credit cards,” Mase noted. “So she’s been causing trouble for you around the Ridge? How?”
Natalie nodded. She told him about Blue & Brews, and how she’d been kept out of the venue.
“I didn’t know you were opening up so soon,” he said, clearly surprised.
“August 16th,” she told him proudly.
“All right,” Mase said, nodding. “That’s great, baby. And this other shit with Cassidy? That is gonna stop. If need be, I’ll bring Dave into it. He outranks her.”
“You need to stay out of it,” she said wearily. “Cassidy’s not the only one. She has friends.”
“And who might they be?”
“Jessica Dey works for the Gazette, and one of Tony’s friends, Buzz Allen, is at the chamber.”
“What. The. Fuck?” he demanded, his body stiffening like a board.
Natalie froze, because even though it wasn’t directed at her, Mase blazing with fury was a fearful sight to behold. She swore the temperature in the room had just shot up ten degrees, and he sat bolt upright, his face livid.
“Buzz Allen? That asswipe is involved in this too?” he asked, his gaze boring into hers. “And that little bitch Jessica? I will fucking wipe the streets with them.”
Okay, this was getting scarier. She sat up, kneeling over him, her hands resting placatingly on his chest.
“Mase, no,” she protested. “No. You have to remain impartial, you’re a cop.”
He gave her an odd look. “Yeah, I’m a cop. And that’s what we do. You think I’m gonna stand by and watch those three pull their shit out and sling it on you? Is that what you think of me?”
“No, Mase. But I don’t want you to lose your job.”
Mase shook his head and sighed. “Don’t know whether to be touched by your concern, or leveled by your lack of faith.”
He opened his mouth as if to say something further, and then closed it. He shook his head at her. “You’re just gonna have to trust me.”
She did ... here and now. But she didn’t see how he could turn the tide of opinion in her favor. Tony had had his friends, and Cassidy clearly did too. But Natalie felt a wave of gratitude that Mase wanted to help her.
“My hero,” she murmured, blinking away tears. “Thanks. You know, that town is lucky to have you.”
He shrugged. “Maybe. Anyway, they got me. And I’m thinkin’ it’s time I swung my weight a little bit. Also, I got a bad feeling about Buzz.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean Buzz does not like me. We’ve always basically ignored each other, but lately ...” he shook his head. “Lately it’s more. I don’t know.”
“Maybe he’s jealous,” she said. “He’s the kind of little creep to hang in someone else’s shadow and then envy them. That’s why he—” She broke off, but it was too late.
Mase did not miss her slip. “He what? Natalie, do not hold out on me.”
Nat sat back on her heels, hugging the blanket to her breasts. “Mase ...”
He cupped her chin with his hand. “Talk.”
“All right. He tried to—to put his moves on me, one night at the bar. Tony was gone—out with one of his women, I realized later. Anyway, Buzz wanted to have sex with me.”
Mase’s hand tightened. “Did he try to force you?” he grated.
“No,” she said quickly. “No, really. Not that. He just made me feel uncomfortable. He said things, that’s all. And he didn’t let up until I left to stay in Seattle with Mom and Lara.”
He let her go, his face hard. “Things he had no business sayin’ to a woman, I’m sure. I’ll be having a talk with him about that too.”
Her frown returned. “Mase, I’m a big girl. I need to solve my own problems.”
“Is that what your loser of a husband taught you?” He shook his head. “Not all of ‘em, baby. Listen, running a business is hard enough without idiots slingin’ shit. I’m on your side. And a guy like Buzz only understands one thing—another man in his face telling him to back the fuck off. His dad should’ve laid it out for the guy long ago, but he didn’t. So now I will.
“Although,” he added, “Don’t know how he’d know you and I are involved.”
“Um,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “Trev’s date, Nicki? She works at the chamber. Buzz overheard her commenting on how you and I ...” she hesitated, her face heating as he raised an inquiring brow. “How we couldn’t keep our eyes off of each other, at Dave’s.”
Mase grinned and gave her a squeeze. “That’s the truth. At least for me. You’re gorgeous when you’ve just been fucked, you know that?”
She widened her eyes at him. “Thanks—I think. But, Mase, please don’t get into it with Buzz. Not in any way that could jeopardize your job.”
He reached to run his fingers through her tousled hair, and wrap the end of one curl around his forefinger. “Don’t worry, baby, I won’t ride in with guns blazing.”
“Although that would be really hot,” she muttered.
A chuckle quivered through his hard body. “You a badge bunny, Natalie?”
“We-ell ... I’m not blind. I like a man who looks good with a shiny badge and a big pistol strapped to his hip. But no, not really. I haven’t even seen you in uniform.”
He tugged on her hair, and when she leaned in he kissed her, his free hand sliding between her legs. “I could fix that. Maybe cuff you.”
She gasped as he carefully thrust two big, knobby fingers inside her. “Oh. That is so wrong. The cuff part, I mean ... not this.”
He chuckled again. “Uh-huh. And your pussy just grabbed my fingers. Think I’ll be payin’ you an official visit soon at your place of business, Ms. Cusco. You better be ready.”
“Oh, my God,” she muttered.
He was smiling as he kissed her. Then he leaned up over her, his face going hard and intent again.
“Just fucked your mouth, and I need you again—your sweet pussy this time. You ready for more?”
She nodded eagerly.
“Then wrap those legs around me, pretty woman, and hang on.”
“Yes, Mase.”
This time no one was watching, but Mase didn’t seem to care. And Natalie wouldn’t have cared if someone did. She was underneath the most exciting man she’d ever met.
And in the space of time it took for him to fill her again and cover her mouth with his kiss, he was all the hero she could ever want.