It Takes Three to Fly (43 page)

Landon nodded. “Correct.”

“All right then,” Shane said then stalked Katie-Anne, circling her and circling her. She watched him as best she could but, after a few rotations, she gave up and looked at the ground.

Stopping behind her, Shane ran his hands over her shoulders before guiding them down to her breasts. He cupped one in each of his strong hands then kissed the top of her head. “Well, little one, you’re going to get punished.”

Peering over her head at Landon, Shane’s piercing eyes glittered ominously as he asked, “Did you get it?”

The primitive gleam to Shane’s eyes drove Landon’s arousal to the roof, and he warred with the desire to bend over, pull his ass cheeks apart, and beg his husband to fuck him savagely. Yet he held on—by the thinnest thread. “Of course, I did.”

“Good,” Shane growled as he resumed his circular prowl around Katie-Anne. “That is very good because I have big plans for our vexing wife. She made a choice to top from bottom, and I think we need to teach her a few things”—he paused—“like who the hell tops her.”

Katie-Anne gave a haughty huff. “I know who tops me,” she snapped as her eyes shot up and stared straight at Landon.

“Could have fooled me,” Shane shot back at her but frowned at him. “What about you?”

“Yeah, she says she is submissive,” Landon said, “but I think she likes to forget on occasion, especially when it is good for her.”

“You have to be kidding me,” she fussed as she stood to her feet. “You guys pissed me off. I was paying your stupid asses back for that.”

“No, you weren’t paying us back for pissing you off. You were being a spoiled sub,” Shane countered. He put a hand on her shoulder and pushed with enough force to get her to sit back down where she had been just moments before. “You were using our guilt to top us because you knew we would let you get away with it since we felt badly for upsetting you.”

“How do you see that?” Katie-Anne asked but a tell-tale blush crept into her exotic face. “I’m submissive. I want to have a Dom, not be a Domme.”

When she averted her eyes, Landon knew that they had pegged her perfectly. Their wife wanted to try switching, only that wasn’t happening—for all their sakes.

“I think she has the wrong idea about Dominance and submission,” Landon said to Shane, whispering just loud enough that she couldn’t miss it. “A Dom is a Dom. A sub is a sub. A switch is a switch. And, in our relationship, we all have our places.”

Katie-Anne gasped. “I resent that. I know where I belong.”

“Of course you do, kitten,” Shane told her too-sweetly.

Shane’s next words fueled the fire, making Landon want to laugh at the irate expression on their wife’s face. “Well, I personally think she needs to be taught—a lot,” he muttered, “and I have more than one idea of how to do it. But today, I think she needs to learn what teasing feels like.”

“I know what teasing feels like,” she snapped.

Shane chuckled darkly. “I’m sure you think you do, but I’m going to show you what real teasing feels like.”

“H—h—how are you going to do that?” she asked Shane. When he didn’t respond, she glanced at Landon. “W—what’s he going to do to me?”

“Oh, nothing, little one,” Shane answered for Landon. “I’m not going to do a damn thing to you. That’s the point. I’m going to fuck Landon, and you are going to sit in that chair and watch.”

She snorted. “Yeah right. How are you going to make me sit here and watch you?”

“He won’t have to make you sit and watch,” Landon informed her. “because—”

“Your pretty ass is going to be restrained to the goddamn chair.” As soon as Shane finished Landon’s sentence, he latched onto Katie-Anne’s wrists and jerked them behind her. She winced but said nothing.

Lifting her head high, she looked down her nose at Landon. “Looks like he is going to need your help handcuffing me or tying me or what the fuck ever he has planned.”

Turning a deaf ear to her smart-mouth ways, Landon crossed the area separating him from Shane. He took over for Shane, holding her wrists in a stronghold as his husband retrieved the hidden handcuffs then imprisoned her to the chair with them. When they were done, Shane grabbed the back of Landon’s neck and jerked him forward. Their mouths met for an unrestrained kiss. But, as quickly as it started, they ended it.

“Get the bird,” Shane ordered, and Landon listened. He plucked the tiny, bird-shaped vibrator off the floor then started to hand it off to Shane. But Shane stopped him with the wave of a hand. “Strap it on her then put the remote control on the bed while I get a bottle of lube.”

Landon nodded and followed his orders. Amazingly, Katie-Anne didn’t fight him. Instead, she smirked up at him and said, “You can’t control a bullet while you’re fucking each other. I highly doubt that turning on something that small will have enough power to even make my pussy wet.”

Landon snorted. “You’re pussy is already wet,” he told her as he lowered one hand to her cunt. Thrusting three fingers inside her once, he twisted his wrist then retreated. He dangled his cream-coated digits in front of her face. “See.”

She frowned at him and spat, “Asshole.”

“I see you don’t believe me,” he said. “I guess I’ll just have to show you.”

“No, you won’t,” Shane said from behind him. “She’s getting you where she wants you. If you lick her pussy, she wins. We don’t want that, do we?”

“No,” Landon replied in a clipped tone, moving away from the restrained siren in a hurry. “We don’t.”

“Son of a bitch,” she snarled, staring daggers at Shane. “You just keep killing the mood.”

Shane shrugged then picked up the remote control on the bed. “Tease,” he barked.

Instantaneously, the remote lit up and the bird between their wife’s pussy lips turned on, a low hum coming from the spot where the sex toy was pressed against her clitoris.

“Son of a bitch,” she repeated. However, this time, there was no sneer. It was a yelled obscenity. Taking a few, deep breaths, she glared at them. “Is that the best you got?”

“Oh no,” Shane replied in a disturbingly even voice. “Wyatt would never make us something with only one setting. We have five in total. The setting you are on is the base. It is for the pussies.” He didn’t acknowledge his own pun before going on. “After that, we have tantalize…taunt…torture…kam—” he stopped midword. “I will show you that one eventually. You couldn’t handle it yet.”

With each pause he’d made, the intensity of the vibrator had ratcheted up. And, with every increase, Katie-Anne moaned, one on top of the next. She moaned and cried until Landon couldn’t tell what she was doing or when she was doing it.

Shane didn’t let him have long either. “Landon, get on all fours on the bed. Face the headboard.”

“Yes, Sir,” he said respectfully.

Shane arched his eyebrow and asked, “Did I tell you to talk?”

Shaking his head, Landon remained mute.

“Then I suggest you don’t do it.”

Rather than provoking his husband further, Landon crawled onto the bed on all fours. Facing the headboard, he lowered his head down and looked at the bedspread underneath him. A hand massaged the globes of his ass, and he jumped at the unexpected caress. But he still didn’t speak.

“Good,” Shane complimented. “I want you nice and quiet while I fuck you.”

Biting his lip, Landon waited for Shane’s next move. Luckily, Shane didn’t make him wait long before he opened the lube bottle and rained the cool fluid down the cleft splitting his ass cheeks. Closing the bottle, he tossed it aside carelessly.

Sliding a finger into Landon’s slippery crevice, Shane touched his asshole, causing a guttural groan to erupt from his chest. His diabolical husband rimmed the sensitive rosette with a blunt, calloused finger, varying his speed and pressure with just enough diversity to keep him on edge. The rough texture titillated the nerves surrounding his back entrance, and he groaned again.

“Hush,” Shane barked. “Look at our wife. Watch her. Watch the vibrator torment her while she can’t do a thing to help herself. Watch how badly she wants to come, knowing that if she does her punishment will be severe.”

Turning his head to the side, Landon met Katie-Anne’s captivating eyes. The arousal in the blue-green depths matched what he felt inside. She was fighting her lust off as badly as he was. Closing her eyes, she moaned.

“Torture.”

Her eyes flew open as the words fell from Shane’s lips. The vibrating bird went haywire, and she screamed. Her ass came off the chair as she obviously fought to not come. Twisting and turning, she nearly tipped the chair over in her haste.

“Tease,” Shane said, altering the speed again. A second later the remote control landed beside Landon, but he didn’t dare touch it. He knew better.

Before he could blink, breathe, or even move, Shane speared Landon with what felt like three fingers. There was no hesitation or warning, just fingers shoved up his ass. And it was insanely hot. The delightful burn streaked through his ass, and he groaned. “Oh God.”

“The name is not God,” Shane said coldly then smacked his ass with one, harsh whack. “The name is Sir, and I did not tell you to speak.”

Without taking his eyes off of Katie-Anne, Landon relaxed as best as he could. Breathing with a deliberate rhythm, he concentrated on his stiff body and forced his coiled muscles to unfurl. But his calm state didn’t last long.

When Shane’s fingers disappeared from Landon’s quivering hole and his cock head replaced it, excitement flew through his overheated body, rushing at a rapid pace. The drawn muscles he’d just gotten to ease returned to their earlier state, tensing in preparation for the pure lust that would pour into his body as soon as his husband’s dick invaded his ass.

Driven on pure instinct, Landon pushed back, silently begging his husband to fuck him. Of course, Shane didn’t. He teased Landon, sweeping the crown of his steely cock back and forth, up and down, and all around his forbidden hole. “You want me to fuck you, Landon? You want me to fill you with my cum?”

Landon nodded silently, keeping his eyes glued to Katie-Anne who was staring back at him. His wife seemed to be teetering on the precipice of orgasm yet maintaining enough balance to not fall over—yet. Like him, she remained silent. However, it was obviously taking a toll on her. The more she nibbled on her bottom lip, the redder it got. At the rate she was going, it would be bleeding soon.

“Ask me,” Shane commanded, his guttural voice magnetizing Landon. “and you might receive. After the tone you used on me earlier, I think you need to ask me very nicely.”

“Sir,” Landon ground out in a gravelly voice he didn’t recognize, “please fuck me. Please fill me with your cum.”

“Are you sure?” Shane asked, an unfamiliar edge of darkness to his tone. “I’m not myself at the moment. You have to be positive that you can handle it.”

Shane’s honest admission made Landon’s heart swell. Even in discipline mode, Shane wouldn’t push him too far. He would protect him and love him.
Because he’s a good Dom
. But Landon didn’t need protecting from this side of Shane. His husband wouldn’t hurt him—unless he asked him to. And he probably would. God knew he liked the pain.

Landon nodded his head and murmured, “Yes, Sir. I’m sure.”

* * * *

Standing behind his husband, Shane heard the words he wanted to hear. And he immediately rammed his throbbing dick home. With his cock fully embedded in Landon’s tight asshole, Shane observed Katie-Anne.

Handcuffed to a chair across the room, she watched them, her eyes fixated on the place where Shane’s hips met Landon’s ass. Drawing back until she would be able to see his cock invading their husband’s hot hole, Shane growled. “Watch, Katie-Anne. If you hadn’t been a cocktease, this could have been you.”

Pushing the words out of his mouth, Shane hammered Landon from behind, tunneling in and out brutally without pity or remorse. “You would have had me fucking your ass instead of watching me fuck his.”

Bending over Landon, Shane smashed their sweaty bodies together. He reached around his husband’s hip and grasped his thick, meaty shaft in his hand. Stroking him from base to tip, he continued to punish Katie-Anne with his words and Landon with his actions. “You could have been touched by us rather than a man-made machine. Your pussy wouldn’t be left unfulfilled. It would have had a cock deep inside it. We would give you a hell of a lot more than clitoral stimulation.” He grunted. “Taunt.”

The low hum between her legs sped up, the noise growing louder than before, and she jerked. Arching her back, she moaned.

“Quiet.” Shane plunged his desperate dick forcefully into Landon’s ass—again and again— attempting to get so deep inside his husband that they wouldn’t know who was who. He fought against every muscle that tried to keep him out of the man who belonged to him.

Underneath Shane, Landon shuddered with each brutish invasion. But he didn’t move. And he didn’t speak. He merely took Shane’s merciless pounding without reservation while watching Katie-Anne as he’d been told to do so.

Using his free hand, Shane clamped down on Landon’s left hip, holding him in place, as he bore down on him. “The two of you are still in trouble with me, but you have been good, and I can’t hold on any longer. I need to come, and you both need to come. I want us to come together.”