Chapter Fourteen
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Alexandra relaxed completely as both men withdrew from her body. She didn’t make it easy, keeping her cheek pressed against Conor’s chest. Gabe stretched out beside them, leaving her room to move into. She studied him, trying to make her mind believe he was still the guy she’d fallen hopelessly in love with at twelve. The same guy who had followed her to Stanford. The same guy she’d convinced to spend a year abroad with her…
Sure, he was older, maybe wiser, definitely more experienced, but at his core he was exactly the same guy. She’d felt safe with him all those years, knowing he’d protect her, comfort her, and hear her when no one else did. Gabe had always been her safe place. She closed her eyes, starting to drift off. Her mind was a machine, filling in blanks while she floated on the massive amounts of information clicking away in her brain. Dots connecting. Answers to some puzzles revealing. More questions presenting themselves as her doubts, fears, and insecurities started getting factored in.
She’d almost told him about the wedding plans the president made—
I’m not ready.
Not until we are…what? Happy again? A couple again? A ménage?
Fuck. Not until it’s all fixed.
The soft snores of two men alerted her that they were still asleep. She tried to move but realized something was amiss. She still straddled Conor, but she was angled halfway off him, having wrapped her arms around Gabe’s neck and rested her head on his chest. She kissed his pec, whispering, “I really do love you.”
She struggled to sit up, and finally untangling from arms and legs, managed to end up on a narrow section of mattress. Her eyes adapted to the semi-darkness and saw Jonathon was curled in the chair, asleep, the rosary still wrapped around his hand. Purposefully moving quietly, she crept into the bathroom and relieved herself. When she returned, she realized Jonathon was awake in the chair and watching her. She walked over to him. “I’m sorry you were left out of that.”
He shrugged and looked away.
“Do you hate me?” She knelt beside him.
“No,” he whispered.
Alexandra slid her hands under the front of his black T-shirt. “You are insanely sexy when you wear all black; you know that, though, don’t you?”
He shook his head, but he smiled a little.
“Is this okay? What I’m doing?” She rubbed her fingertips over his chest, enjoying the feeling of his smooth skin against her fingers.
“Uh-huh.” His answer sounded slightly strangled.
“Because I’ll stop if I’m making you uncomfortable.”
“You’re not,” he whispered, and she realized he was barely breathing.
She slid the shirt higher and leaned forward to suck his nipple. She flicked her tongue over the tight bud. “Still good?”
“Yes.”
She sucked a little harder, and he pressed his hand against the back of her head, pulling her mouth tighter against him. Alexandra opened her mouth wider and took more flesh into her mouth. She bit gently.
He begging, “Harder, please bite me harder.”
She bit him harder, making him cry out. She knew the moment Gabe and Conor woke. She didn’t stop biting, and he cried out again, louder. She drew her nails down his bare sides, making his back arch. Then grazed her teeth along the edge of his rib cage and, finding a soft spot, allowed her teeth to sink deep before pulling the skin into her mouth, sucking hard, purposely marking him.
She kissed her way down his taut stomach and marked him again just above the edge of his pants. He was moaning almost continuously when she unbuckled his belt. “I can stop if you want. If I’m in any way making you uneasy. I want the wall between us down, but I won’t force you. Do you understand?”
He placed his hands over hers. He was panting, and she recognized the need in his eyes. “Please don’t stop.”
“I want you to accept me; I want you to like me a little. I want it to be more than just playing house. Do you understand?”
He nodded, keeping his gaze locked to hers as she unbuttoned and unzipped him.
“Lift,” she commanded, and he complied, pushing against the chair arms to lift his body. She pushed both jeans and underwear down to reveal only his ass, cock, and balls.
She ran her hands over his bare butt cheeks, and his breath came out in a rush as her fingers teased along the crack of his ass. His arms started to shake as he held his weight up. She pushed her fingertips briefly over his anus. “I want to fuck your ass someday. Would that be all right?”
“God, Xandra.” He breathed her name and dropped back down into the chair as she slid her hands around him to both cup his balls and run her hand up his length.
“My name is not an answer.” She pressed the glans between her fingertips, watching the precum bead up on the tip. “Do you want me to fuck your ass someday?”
He nodded. “Yes, very much. In my mind I can see you wearing a strap-on.”
Her mouth dropped open at his honesty. She slammed her lips together and then whispered, “Stop sabotaging my relationship with Gabe, and I will do the most amazing things to your body. I know what you need.”
“Fuck,” he whispered breathily.
She smiled, realizing she was hitting a few buttons. “I would like for you to allow me to give you a peace offering, if fucking my mouth would interest you at all?”
His eyes widened.
“Use your words, Jonathon,” she stated with more authority. “Do you want to fuck my mouth?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he whispered.
Mistress, is it? Hmmph. Do I want to encourage this?
The darker side of her mind, the side that wanted to fall into the abyss, argued otherwise. Primal need flared through her, making her want to bite him hard enough to draw blood. Hard enough to make him bleed a little. Nooo, this is bad.
Some part of her recognized that the past few weeks had been bad. Awful. And she’s admit she could shoulder part of the blame, but so far both Gabe and Jonathon had only offered excuses for Jonathon’s behavior, not solutions. She remembered the first time she’d been with him at the club and granted she’d been drunk on her ass, but images of that night filled her mind. She’d been direct, demanding, and relentless.
Something Gabe had said resonated:
Your opinion, your self-confidence, your power, that’s what makes you captivating, sexy beyond belief. When you slapped him hard enough to spin his head to the side to defend the natural beauty of your body, you glowed. We all saw it, felt it. You owned us all in that moment. You were a goddess.
Fuck, she’d slapped Conor.
She’d bit Jonathon, marked him.
Make him respect you. If he recognizes the power I have in the relationship and chooses to call me Mistress behind closed doors, is that so wrong?
Not intoxicated, and really not feeling powerful, doubts plagued her, reminding her she might be making one fatal error. She didn’t know what the fuck she was doing. Sure, she’d read a few erotic romances but that was so far from what she needed to know to get the job done…
Fuck doubt. “Stand up and face me.”
Jonathon left the chair and stood straight, his pants falling down around his ankles. “I would like to suck you off, but first you need to make it up to me for being such a bitch to me ever since the Fairmont.”
He dropped his face. “I’m sorry, Mistress.”
“Is saying you are sorry enough?”
“No, Mistress.”
“What would be enough?”
“An act of contrition, Mistress?”
Alexandra took his place in the chair and spread her legs wide as she scooted her ass to the edge. “Kneel in front of me and make it up to me, Jonathon.”
He knelt in front of her and met her gaze.
“Did I give you permission to look at my face, Jonathon?”
He lowered his eyes. “No, Mistress. I’m sorry.”
“You have one task, and you better do a really fucking good job.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he replied confidently, and she wasn’t sure she liked the tone, but then he slid his hands down her thighs, pushing her knees up, opening her wider. He lifted each leg over the chair arm and pushed his face between her legs. He slowly licked back and forth along her slit.
She watched him as he licked.
He slid his hands over the insides of her thighs as he focused on her clit, quick flicks of his tongue alternating with him sucking her clit into his mouth, sensually massaging with his lips and tongue.
God. Her hips started moving, humping his mouth.
He slid two fingers into her pussy, stroking in and out, while his other hand pinched just above her clit.
She closed her eyes and dropped her head back as he pulled an orgasm through her. She tried not to let him know it happened, staying quiet.
He fingered faster.
“Oh God,” she whispered. Oh God, oh God, oh God. He pulled another wave through her…and another. She had a feeling he could play her body perfectly for hours if she let him. “Stop, Jonathon.”
He obeyed instantly and leaned back onto his heals. Gathering herself, she took her time sitting up and repositioning. She crossed her legs at knees and ankle, hoping for confidence. It always worked in a power suit. Somehow, naked was a harder sell. She looked at his face, and he appeared serene, but his gaze was lowered. He wasn’t looking at her. Thank God!
“Stand up.”
He stood, and she stretched her leg out, catching him under his ass with her foot to pull him forward. His erection sprang toward her. He was dripping precum.
“Did you enjoy licking my pussy, Jonathon?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
She watched his face as she asked, “Would you like to lick my pussy again someday?”
He closed his eyes as he whispered, “Yes, Mistress.”
“Good, because I want you to pleasure me in the future, so remember that the next time you want to be cruel to me.” The firelight cast a golden glow over his cock. “Open your eyes. I want you to know that it’s me sucking you off.”
She observed his face only long enough to make sure he was watching.
She lowered her mouth and stuck out her tongue to lap up a drop of precum. “You taste good, very sweet.”
He moaned as she pushed her mouth over his length. She took him deep quickly before wrapping her hands around his wrists to pull his hands to the top of her head, encouraging him to hold on to her. His knees were shaking as she moved her hands down to the backs of his thighs, pulling him slightly forward and back. He whispered, “Mistress,” with such need.
“Jonathon.” She said his name sternly. “You agreed you wanted to fuck my mouth. Was that not true?”
“It was true, Mistress.”
She encouraged his hands, and she knew when he was ready. He wrapped his hands into the longer hair on the crown of her head and held her steady as he fucked her mouth. Jonathon forced his cock in and out, making her gag as his dick bumped the back of her throat. She recognized he was getting close. On the next thrust, she pulled him in harder than he’d meant to go, forcing his cock deeper, her throat opening to take him. She held him there and glanced up at him. He looked like a deer caught in headlights, and she swallowed, the action squeezing his glans.
When she swallowed again, his pelvis spasmed as he came deep in the back of her throat. “Oh God, oh God, oh God. Mistress, thank you, Mistress.”
She released her hold on his thighs, and he withdrew his dick from her throat and lowered himself to his knees. He rested his head in her lap, and she cradled it.
She felt her thighs were growing damp and realized he was crying. She stroked his hair. “I’m not going to leave you, Jonathon.”
He hugged her legs tighter. “Promise?”
She pulled him by his hair, until he was sitting barely on his knees. “Look at me.”
Jonathon met her gaze, and she pulled him closer and closer until their lips touched. “It’s a promise I won’t break, even though I don’t trust you, and I think you are a bitchy diva.”
When she released him, she commanded, “Stand and adjust your clothes.”
He stood and started to adjust his clothes. “Thank you, Mistress.”
“I’m pretty sure the bed is big enough for the four of us. If you want to join us, take off your clothes.”
“I’d like that, Mistress. Permission to—” He motioned toward the door. “Just need to run to the restroom first.”
“Go,” she said, standing.
She turned toward to the bed, planning to climb into the middle. She ducked her head and blushed, realizing Gabe and Conor were both sitting up and had been watching.
Conor said, “Christ, woman. That was―”
“Painfully awkward,” she said.
“Intense,” Conor finished the sentence.
She approached the bed, and Gabe caught her hand, pulling her to him fast and hard. “God, Alexandra. Do you have any idea how fucking powerful you are? Or how badly we both want to fuck you right now?”
She shook her head, whispering, “I’m not powerful. I’m just very good at faking it until I make it. How else would I be where I am in the world?”
Gabe gestured for her to come nearer, and his mouth closed over hers. As his teeth scraped over her lips and tongue, there was nothing gentle about the kiss. He stopped suddenly and apologized. “Sorry, you made my Dominant come out for a minute.”
God, what do I have to do to get you to kiss me like that all the time? “If I ask you to show me just a glimmer of your Dominant, can it be a trial run? If I want you to stop because I’m uncomfortable, you’d stop?”
“If you ever allow me to dominate you, we will establish rules of play, and you will have a safe word. The point is for you to be slightly uncomfortable, to take you out of your comfort zone.”
“Maybe, someday.” She blushed but smiled. “For tonight, can you both use me a bit roughly?”
“Maybe not the best night, mo chroí,” Conor answered. “You were hypothermic earlier, and we used you anyway. Now we just watched you give Jonathon a fucking amazing blowjob, and we both need to be more in control than I think either of us could guarantee for rough play.”
She met Conor’s gaze and grabbed his jaw, pinching forcefully to pull him into a hard kiss. “Maybe just a little?”
When she released him, she saw the flicker of dark, demanding promise in his eyes. She turned to Gabe and grabbed his jaw just as roughly and pulled him into an equally demanding kiss.
Gabe warned, “You’re playing with fire.”
“Always. I’m a daughter of Aodh, remember?”
“That you are, but neither of us will give you what you’re asking for, not tonight.”
She sighed heavily and stroked Gabe’s face. “Fine. Fuck Jonathon in front of me.”
“No way! I only just barely have you speaking to me again.”
“I. Want. This. We have to put all the jealousy and misunderstandings behind us.”
He shook his head, and as Jonathon came through the bedroom door, she backed from the bed, angry at his refusal.
Jonathon said, “I obviously missed something. What happened now?”
Alexandra walked to him and ran a single finger down the center of his T-shirt-covered chest. He hadn’t undressed yet. “You still have your clothes on. Did you change your mind about sharing my bed?”
“No, Mistress.”
He started to pull his shirt off, but she stopped his hands and met his gaze. “I want to watch Gabe fuck you. Conor was forced to witness Gabe fucking me, Gabe endured observing Conor fuck me, and you were forced to watch both encounters.”
“I didn’t mind, Mistress.”
“Now I want to see Gabe fuck you.”
Jonathon’s lips parted in shock. “I’m uncomfortable with this.”
“Really? You weren’t uncomfortable every second of the past three weeks when you were being a little diva bitch, were you? Rubbing my face in the fact the two of you have a relationship that excludes me. It’s not so much fun when you’re not running the show, is it? When you’re not the one making the point? Because here is the fucking point.” She allowed her anger and confusion about whatever it was Gabe and Jonathon shared to give her power over her exhausted mind. “There is only room for one ruler in this ménage, and that’s going to be me, honey.”
Wide-eyed, Jonathon’s gaze flew to Gabe.”
“Don’t you dare look at him without my permission.” She slapped him hard enough to make her hand sting, and he jerked his gaze back at her, then lowered it submissively. “Forgive me, Mistress.”
She glanced down and saw the fabric over his cock stir. “Since the Fairmont, you’ve done nothing but hurl nasty comments my way, and I know what you want. You believe if I’m miserable enough, I’ll go away, but there’s a problem in your logic. I can assure you, I’m the scariest person in this room. My daily thoughts are the stuff of nightmares, and I don’t run screaming. I charge forward.”
“Alexandra?” Gabe left the bed, and she looked barely sideways, catching a silent exchange between Gabe and Conor. Whatever happened between them, Gabe moved no closer.
She asked softly, “Do you want our relationship to be a constant power struggle, Jonathon?”
He shook his head as she walked a circle around him. “Do you have a mouth, mister? I suggest you use it!”
“No, Mistress.” He ducked his head lower, almost flinching.
“Gabe might know a lot about how to handle a submissive, but he seems to know very little about what traitorous, evil maneuvers bitches resort to when they’re fighting over a man. After tonight, maybe he won’t underestimate you or me again. So, tonight you decide what happens next.” She tapped the middle of his forehead with two fingers. “Choose wisely.”
She went up to Gabe and stroked his face. “I adore you.”
He slid his arm around her waist and forcefully jerked her into him, his erection throbbing between them. She drew her hand down his cheek before wrapping it around his neck to pull him close enough to feel her lips barely touch his.
He whispered, “God, woman. This behavior is dangerous. If you only knew what you’re doing to me, to us.”
She pushed her breasts into his chest as the kiss deepened. He kissed her thoroughly, only releasing her mouth after her head dropped back, and then he kissed his way down her neck.
Alexandra promised, “I’ll never get enough of you. I’ve wanted you so fucking long. You have no idea.”
“Sure, I do. I’ve wanted you since the day you rejected my kiss on that rooftop twenty-five years ago.”
She gazed into his eyes, knowing she had both Conor’s and Jonathon’s full attention. “Maybe you’ll let me spend the rest of my life making up for my stubbornness the past few weeks?”
“As you wish, my lady,” he said, making it sound so fucking cocky and sarcastic. She chuckled, remembering how many times he’d said the same in just that tone when they were younger and played maiden and knight in shining armor.
She shook her head. “You’re incorrigible.”
“I live for you, my lady.”
God, she hoped he’d cooperate. Gabe had already refused to fuck Jonathon before he entered the room, so if he refused in front of Jonathon… This was her only play, and she had no idea what the fuck she was doing. All she knew was that Jonathon’s body was responding to her cruelty. She turned and faced Jonathon. “Is it your wish to stay in this ménage à quatre?”
He nodded. “Yes, Mistress.”
“You understand I am the fucking queen of this hierarchy? The head of this household?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he whispered.
“You understand you mean absolutely nothing to me after your recent behavior, and you will have to earn back any respect I ever had for you?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“You will work harder than you have ever worked for anything in your pathetic life, if you are ever to earn my respect and love. Understood?” She moved toward him ever so slowly.
He lowered his head. “I understand, Mistress.”
“We are not playing fucking house, are we, Jonathon?”
“No, Mistress.”
Reaching him, she forcefully tapped his sternum with two fingers. “What are we doing?”
“Making a family, Mistress.”
“Very good, Jonathon.” She lifted his chin and brushed her lips over his. She whispered very softly, “You want to please me, don’t you, Jonathon?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he answered breathily.
“You will beg Gabe to fuck you now, or are you still too uncomfortable?”
She saw his Adam’s apple bob. He didn’t look at her before turning to face Gabe. “Please fuck me, so I can begin to earn Mistress’s respect.”
Gabe met her gaze, and when he did, she cocked her head in challenge. He walked toward her and stroked her face. She arched her eyebrow, and he asked, “Does Mistress have a position in which she would prefer to see Jonathon fucked?”
Her heart started racing. This is going to happen. Oh fuck, now what? Why did her mouth always move faster than her brain when emotion got in the way? “I do.”
Alexandra walked to the center of the room and stood in front of the fireplace. Head up, shoulders back, no fucking smile. “Bring him here and undress him in front of me.”
Gabe pushed him backward and pulled Jonathon’s T-shirt over his head and dropped it. He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped him, letting the pants fall to the floor.
“Sit!” Alexandra commanded.
Jonathon flinched and sat on the edge of the chair he’d so recently been saying the rosary in. Gabe knelt and pulled off his shoes, socks, and pants and then looked up at her.
Be strong; you gotta own this room. For a brief second she met Conor’s gaze, catching his nod, before returning to Gabe’s. They were all three watching her intently as she lay down on the floor. “Tabletop over me, Jonathon. Knees on either side of my hips and hands on either side of my face.”
He looked nervous and uncertain, but he did as he was told.
Gabe nodded and she gave him a small smile, seeing how rock hard he was. “Whenever you’re ready, Gabe, you may do to either of us as you please; the only requirement before this ends is to fuck his ass.”
Gabe knelt behind Jonathon, and for a moment she believed Jonathon wasn’t breathing. She knew she was too terrified to breathe. She’d set something in motion, and she had no idea how it would play out. Gabe rubbed his hands over the tops of her feet. She saw Jonathon drop his head to the side and knew he was trying to see what Gabe was doing as he picked up her right foot and kissed along the arch, before sucking and licking her toes. “Has Mistress been told just how beautiful her feet are?”
Is he making fun of what I don’t understand?
She prayed to god she wasn’t the one who ran from the room sobbing before this ended. He set her foot down and repeated the action on her left foot, but then kissed his way along her calf to her knee before running his tongue down the inside of her thigh.
She sighed and closed her eyes.
Gabe placed his hands under her hips and lifted her so that her pelvis pressed against Jonathon’s cock and balls. God, Gabe, what the fuck are you doing?
He lowered his head over her sex, and when he pushed open her labia, she felt his warm breath. He licked along her damp slit before going long and deep, filling her with his tongue. He had to be tasting a combination of her cream mingled with both Conor’s and his own jism.
His mouth slid back, and suddenly he was rimming her ass.
Her belly quivered against Jonathon’s genitals, and her knees started shaking.
He lowered her bottom only a little and focused on her clit. His tongue made circles around her tender nub. Holy fuck, he figured out circles. God help me. She hadn’t planned on coming.
He slid his fingers into her vagina before taking them back to press into her anus.
She cried out as he circled her clit with his tongue and fingered her ass hard and fast. She tried to hold back the orgasm, moaning.
Jonathon looked into her eyes, and she saw his need. She couldn’t hold back any longer and came hard, her body thrashing against Jonathon’s. Her hands needed an anchor, and she used Jonathon’s wrists, but it wasn’t enough. She pressed her mouth to Jonathon’s pec and bit, taking a wide mouthful and biting hard to silence her scream. She knew she was marking him. She hadn’t meant to, but once it was done—
Tasting Jonathon’s blood in her mouth, she collapsed and lay beneath him. Still holding Jonathon’s wrists tight, she concentrated on breathing. Jonathon cried out, and she knew Gabe had filled him fast and hard. His thrusts made Jonathon grunt.
Alexandra wasn’t prepared for what was happening, but she’d done this.
I want you to come into the relationship exactly as you are and if you go down on one of the others, I want a fucking front-row seat. And if you fuck one of the others, or they fuck you, I’m gonna be there, all up in it, tasting and touching and smelling… It will be hot and messy and fabulous.
Remembering her boastful promise, she forced herself to keep her eyes open. To see it all. Feel it all. Her body started shaking as Gabe used Jonathon roughly. She looked between them to see Jonathon’s cock bobbing with each of Gabe’s powerful thrusts. The sounds that came from Jonathon’s mouth were primal, sounding injured and needy. Gabe climaxed quickly, pulled out, and stood. She was too shocked by the speed of it, and realized Jonathon hadn’t climaxed. Had he enjoyed himself at all? She couldn’t fathom how he could have.
“Stand up, Jonathon. Clean yourself up, and go to your bed,” Gabe commanded.
Apparently Gabe was reclaiming his title as dominant. So much for restructured hierarchy. She remained silent on the matter, not knowing what she would say, if she could have found the words to say anything at all. She released his wrists to allow him to go and Jonathon all but ran from the room.
Gabe reached for her hand, but she shook her head. “You sent him away after I told him he could sleep here tonight.”
Gabe knelt beside her. “He doesn’t deserve to sleep with us tonight and he knows it. I had no idea he’d been so mean to you. I didn’t see―”
“You didn’t want to see,” she whispered.
“I’m sorry for that; I promise that will never happen again.” He stroked her cheek.
“So now what?” she asked, sitting up and crossing her legs in front of her.
“I’m his Dom. I’m responsible for him, and I know you don’t understand the dynamics of a D/s relationship yet, but I need to take a few moments to make sure he is okay. So I guess I’m asking you if you will be all right with that? I promise I’ll return to you tonight.”
“I’m tired of being told I don’t understand things.”
“Regardless, he’s going to need comforting tonight.”
“Go!” she said impatiently, and he looked at her with a combination of doubt and pain. “Seriously, go tell him what a good boy he was.”
“Xandra? I don’t want this to be a problem. If you become his Mistress in the future, his aftercare will be as much your responsibility as mine, but for tonight I need to do this.”
She searched his face and saw he was truly torn. Why do I have to see so fucking much? She tried to push down her irritation and jealousy. “I love you. Thank you for this. Go do whatever it is you need to do, and then maybe we can try to pull the pieces of our ménage back together.”
“I’m more concerned about putting the pieces of you and me back together.”
He wrapped her in his arms and pressed a dozen kisses to her face. “Do you know how much I love you?”
Only one side of her mouth lifted in a smile. “You know I love you. I don’t like what just happened. I don’t understand what just happened.”
“You topped us both, and for a first time in a dominant role, you did so very well.” He gripped her chin and whispered, “You owned us all tonight. How can you always manage to surprise me? I’m very proud of you.”
“Go to him,” she whispered. “Before I change my mind and beg you to stay.”
Conor joined them, knelt behind her, and started rubbing her shoulders. “It’s okay, bráithre. I’ll care for Xandra.”
Brother. Alexandra knew they’d been using the term for longer than she’d been in a relationship with them, but she barely held back the giggle when a television show in the states she’d seen a preview for came to mind—Sister Wives, a reality show about a polygamist family with one man and three women and their many children—making her wonder if the local media would make a similar connection and start referring to her men as hashtag brotherhusbands.
Gabe pressed his mouth to hers and kissed her gently. “I love you, and I’ll be back as soon as I can.”