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“Get Jack to plead please,” I mumbled pathetically, “and I’m all yours.”

“Doubt it would take much,” Gray muttered. “Poor pup’s in a state. Only have to blow on his cock and he’d lose it.”

Jack shifted for us with a growl, but a single shake of Gray’s head held him in place.

“Oh come the fuck on,” said Jack, half-pissed, half-desperate to get in on some action. “This isn’t fucking funny anymore.”

“No,” said Gray. And Jack listened, barely, fidgeting like a teenager waiting for the go to fuel his car-thieving addiction, one thing Jack had managed to shake in maturity. I hoped, anyway.

Playing Gray’s hand down my dick, I reached behind and fisted Gray’s hair, much to Jack’s growing frustration. “Any particular punishment you have in mind for him if he comes before you do?”

“Today’s lesson is riding the thrill without coming,” murmured Gray, playing his breath against my ear. “Stop trying to rile him or I’ll fuck him first and leave you nothing to play with but yourself.”

“I am here, you know,” said Jack, folding his arms across his chest. “As much as a guy likes to see a pissing contest over who’s going to fuck him, I’m actually off duty from the Master’s Circle for a few weeks.” In Jack’s defence, he had been given time off to recover from Mark Shaw’s vicious cut to his head; well, that and other things. “So,” added Jack, “pack it in with the lurid remarks about me being a sub to anyone.” He gave the biggest puppy-dog eyes, held his arms out, and called us both over with an offer of a hug. “C’mon. Y’know you want one.”

After a kiss at my neck, Gray pulled me back as I failed to ignore the pull, then went over and stood shoulder-to-shoulder with him. “Being Master sub, it’s a duty now, is it?” Christ could you hear Gray’s Welsh connection with that. Had Jack even caught on yet?

“Hmm.” Jack’s arms fell to his side and he shifted awkwardly, looking over at me like the devil caught out and needing back-up from his wannabe incubus. Like heck would I help; I’d kind of come to get a kick out of seeing him stumble for words around Gray when Jack was usually such a hard-nosed thug to anyone else.

“Wouldn’t say duty, per se,” said Jack, moodily, before offering a nervous smile.

“Per se?” said Gray, and he let the back of his hand run under Jack’s jaw. “What would you call it, stunner?”

Jack let his gaze drop to the floor, but as he looked at me, something very wicked played in his eyes. Sneaking an arm around Gray’s neck, he slipped a foot behind Gray and took him down to the floor in one fluid movement. Gray landed with no wind knocked out of him, Jack controlling the fall so very carefully, ending things by straddling Gray’s hips and holding him down at the wrists. Jack obviously loved the position, automatically sliding down on Gray, his body now flat, muscles tensing in his shoulders as he lifted his upper body so all pressure was on Gray’s wrists, their hips.

“I’d call it a little opportunism,” Jack breathed, looking down on Gray. “Speaking of which, when the hell are you going to let me fuck you?” It had been a question he’d asked like this countless times over the past four months, and then, like now, Gray simply gave that raised brow, the kind only found with an owner who was sick of the puppy constantly trying to hump his leg, which Jack hadn’t grown out of doing yet.

I’d kind of come to understand why Gray hadn’t touched Jack for two years. Even at twenty-nine, two years older than me, Jack still had that
I want it, give it
intensity when it came to Gray, especially since their formal Master Dom/sub boundaries had gone beyond the professional in the last five months, but Gray wasn’t about to
give
anything. Not with knowing how easily Jack could lose himself in dangerous ways that had nothing to do with sex. Hooking a leg over Jack’s, Gray used his hip to shift his weight, flipping Jack onto his back, and returning the compliment of pinning Jack down by his wrists.

“I haven’t forgotten,” he breathed, every muscle in Gray’s ass given fine contours that moved and shifted as he kept Jack still. “Your refusal to use a safe word around Jan because you’d hit him....” Jack became very still. “Violation of a Master Circle contract... two hours punishment with me....” Gray shifted his hips against Jack’s, just once but enough to cause Jack to groan softly. “Do I take your display of martial arts to mean you’re well enough to
really
fuck around with me, Jack?”

“Ah....” Jack gave a nervous chuckle; then, the sweetest thing, a gentle rub of his nose came along Gray’s cheek as he offered a very put-on wounded look. “You know my head still hurts, right?”

“Yeah,” said Gray, smiling, almost answering Jack’s quiet touch by allowing Jack to kiss at his throat, then gently kissing Jack’s cheek in return. “That ass of yours too, huh?”

“Now hang on.” Jack tried to backpedal as much as he could. “I never said anything about my ass, my ass is just fine. In fact, anytime you and Jan—”

Gray was up and pulling Jack with him. “Whoa, fuck,” said Jack, connecting with the bed and going face-first into the covers. Within a moment, Gray had Jack’s hands cuffed behind him and Jack almost flat on his back, the cuffs arching his position slightly. A pull on Jack’s ankle had him lined up with me, legs open, and Jack rolling off a few curses at Gray’s rough manhandling. Not that I minded; I was all up for getting a slice of Jack.

I’d have sent a note to my dick to pay attention to just how damn sexy Jack looked with Gray holding him down for me on the bed, but my dick, in theory at least, was already there, going in balls deep without me.

“Be careful with the flower,” said Gray over to me, “not only does
she
apparently have another headache, but she tends to lose it with the slightest breath off you.”

“Hey,” said Jack, looking down at Gray as Gray knelt by his feet, that strong grip on Jack’s ankle keeping him still. “You know that’s not fucking funny, right? I’ve never been anyone’s fucked-up flower.”

“Over four months off from training Doms due to a headache,” said Gray, “you’re a fucking white-pansied, vanilla-scented pussy of a petal in the BDSM world.”

Jack didn’t look happy. “A new business on top of my garage to take care of, Gray,” he griped. “It’s not just because of a concussion. And like
fuck
am I coming before you tonight because of that vanilla comment, you twat.”

Gray shifted, grabbing Jack by the throat, his body tensing, relaxing, tensing as he came in close and held his lips inches from Jack’s. Jack had gone still, the muscles in his throat strained as Gray forced his head back. Jack’s breathing was so deep, the pull on his taut stomach muscles suddenly screaming
thrill
at having Gray pinning him still on the bed. Even his dick wept a touch; hell, give it some tools and mortar, I’d swear it would build its own Gray memorial right there on the bed if Gray hinted at it.

And Christ, the smile that touched Gray’s lips, knowing it. “Watch that mouth, Jack.” He brushed a thumb over Jack’s lips. “It’ll get you seriously fucked one of these days.”

“Yeah?” Jack was quiet, watching. Then he let this slight curl of a smile touch his lips. “Fuck you, Gray.”

Gray came down with every hard fuck signal going: all there in the threat of a rough kiss, how his body threatened to swamp Jack’s completely as he started to move.

I coughed, breaking Gray’s feast before he even touched down. “Right,” I said to Jack, gaining both of their attention. “What’s wrong with the vanillas all of a sudden?”

“Nothing.” Jack shook off Gray’s touch, back-pedalling again, and very bloody quickly as Gray eased back with a smile. “It’s just, well, you know vanillas, they—”

“You’re digging a grave with two shovels, Jack. Shut the fuck up.” Gray stroked at Jack’s outer thigh as he spoke, and the gentleness of his touch was in direct conflict to his rough tone. “If it gets around the Master’s Circle I have a Master switch who loses it within three seconds of a vanilla fucking him, there’ll be hell to pay.”

“Seriously? With you? What’re we talking?” Jack’s head was up off the bed. “Whips? Chains—you and Brennan?”

I suited myself up as I climbed on the bed and Jack went quiet for a moment; then, almost distracted, he was back with Gray. “Because, you—brought to heel by Brennan,” said Jack. “All spread out on a bondage cross, typical X stance: whipped, chained, then leg-spread. Hooded, pegged an—
fuck me, Jan
!”

I wasn’t as gentle as I should have been, pushing into Jack, but then he needed shutting up. From how hard Gray was, I thought I’d better claim Jack quickly before Gray dragged him downstairs to his cellar. Yeah, I’d seen the sort of toys this Master had been sharpening recently down there, especially since he hadn’t been able to use them until Jack was given the all clear from the Master’s Circle they both worked for outside of their other careers.

Jack eased back down, stretching his neck as he arched his body, and breathed out such a comfortable sigh it made me shiver. Gray kept out of the way, now sat back onto his heels at Jack’s side, analytical of every move he made.

Running my hands to Jack’s inner thighs, I eased his knees up to his chest as I slid and filled him to the hilt.

“Mmmmm,” murmured Jack. Now so quiet, relaxed, like he’d just lay down in a hot bath and every aching muscle had melted into the hot water. Christ, was he ready for this.

“Slow and gentle, Jan,” whispered Gray, seeing the change in Jack and letting his hand find the root of Jack’s dick, “you feel him tensing, you hold here. It’s not a guarantee he’ll stop, but I want his arousal maintained as you come.”

Sounded easy—real easy. Right. Head down to my chest, controlling the shaking I felt with having Jack take me, loving the sight of being root-deep in him, I made my lengths long, deep—slow. Jack groaned, forcing me to look, and I saw him arch his back, felt him instantly tense and grip around my dick with his ass.

“Jack, seriously?” said Gray, “four strokes—you’re his?”

“Huh?” Jack grunted, brought back down to reality as Gray gripped his dick again, stopping him from coming. Twisting his face away and hiding in the covers, he gave such a sheepish chuckle. “Jan fucking looked at me.”

“All the Doms you’ve helped train, and it’s a vanilla’s cute look that brings you to your knees?”

“Jan’s look,” breathed Jack, “there’s a big fucking difference.” Jack couldn’t stop chuckling and his words pushed me so close to the edge. “May I be blindfolded, please?” he said, and Gray snorted disgust. “No you can’t; fucking sub up.”

I couldn’t join in Jack’s chuckles, wanted to, but seeing Jack the way he was, it wasn’t helping me much either. Breathless, I slid my dick up him. “Jesus.” He was tight, but it killed me to look at him too. Pleasure knotted my stomach, and every nerve from balls up seemed to sweep with need. I took him a little harder, fingers digging into his thighs, pressure pulling my balls tight, making my body cry out for release.

“Fuck, yeah.” Jack was no longer hiding in the covers but looking up at me. “Come on, baby.”

Gray ran a hand through Jack’s hair, then took a hold, keeping his head back, body arched. “Maintain it.”

“Do... hmph... do you want me to stop?” I groaned.

“This is basic control, Jan, He knows this. If anything, enjoy him, and let him fucking see it.”

I let Jack take the force of my own need to come, sometimes stumbling with my pace, and Jack sucked in a breath, now reduced to animalistic traits in order to not let his body react normally and come.

“Jan.” Jack arched his body up to meet a deep grind of dick in him. “Fuck, baby, yes—”

Gray tightened the grip in his hair. “Maintain it.”

“Christ.” Jack’s whole body tensed. “
Sir
,
fucking
please
,” he snarled, his body arching, struggling. The “sir” tag fell so naturally from him, maybe Jack hadn’t realised he’d let it slip, but it darkened Gray’s eyes as he pushed his thumb against Jack’s slit. Jack cried out, maintaining the need in his body, barely, but it was too late for me. For those few precious seconds, there was nothing but the feel of Jack’s ass and my dick held deep in him, stretching him to the full, then I came back down and made sure Jack took the last few ounces from me, a little careless with how Jack was struggling.

“Yes....” I doubled over Jack. “Just, Jesus, baby. What the hell do you do to me?”

“Jan, move,” whispered Gray, and a gentle tug at my arm hinted that I should get out of the way. Gray settled between Jack’s legs, still watching, evaluating, and as he undid the handcuffs keeping Jack still, there was an instant switch in Jack; a change in lover, in handler, that Jack’s body recognised as he levelled his gaze on Gray.

“You’re gonna make me come first, eh?” said Gray with a knowing smile, tracing a touch down Jack’s side to find his hip, fingers constantly digging deep into the toned flesh.

“Heard that, hmmm?” mumbled Jack, gripping at the back of Gray’s neck, his voice betraying his need to be kept under Gray as the hand on his hip pulled him up. Bodies were already way past any spoken heat as they sought out each other, now grinding, rubbing—playing. If the “sir” hadn’t shown Gray that Jack was getting close to being back in full sub mode and needing a full Mastering, then his voice and body betrayed him now: I heard it, and from the look of Gray, how he held his arms and body around Jack, all to let anyone else know he’d slaughter anyone who contemplated disturbing what lay inside, he saw it. “Better Dom up a little, then, Gray,” whispered Jack, giving a nip at Gray’s lip, once—twice. “Make it fucking good.”

Gray leaned down for a rough kiss, then breached him hard and fast.

Jack cried out and it was caught against Gray’s lips, need now pure fight and heat as the grip into Jack’s hair ensured he stayed still for the rough kiss and touch Gray wanted. Tongues clashed for a moment, then Jack swore into him with every hard taste that Gray forced between his thighs. They’d had eleven years together, and it showed; how Gray took such effortless control with a hard pace that Jack rode so bloody well. Each time Jack looked close to losing it, he’d break breathlessly from the kiss, twist his head away, control his breathing, then attack Gray with nip and lip, calling Gray out on each drive into him. In return, Gray stopped each initial cry of heat off Jack, covering his mouth, stifling the cries in his hand, then leaning down and whispering
hush, hush-hush
against Jack’s throat, then biting viciously to make him cry out again just before taking him harder between his thighs. Tender and brutal, fight and heat all executed in such a basic position. But give Jack his professional dues, he knew exactly how to fire and match that control, twisting away from the hand on his mouth, crying out, body raising up into Gray’s, pushing him further to fire the need to control. Neither looked ready or willing to break first, and I was left nearly climbing up the walls to get in on the action, just break all the cries, hard slap of flesh against flesh, and bites of defiance.