Breaking Perfect (29 page)

When
she stepped back into the bedroom she froze. Mason and Sean stood on the
opposite sides of the bed, both clad in only a pair of fitted jeans. They each
showered and their hair was still wet. The duvet had been stripped off the bed
and on the sheet sat a pile of satin sashes, the same sashes Mason showed her
earlier that morning in the adult store. Her heart began to race.

“Come
here, Liberty.”

She
hesitated only a moment and then did as her husband asked, walking slowly and
trying to keep her gaze on both men. Sean stood, watching her, with his hands
clasped behind his back. She stood in front of Mason and he reached down and
quickly tugged the tie of her robe open. “I want to play with you, Liberty. How
do you feel about that?”

How
did she feel? She felt a lot of different emotions in that moment, anxiety,
thrilling excitement, arousal, nervousness. Her flesh felt alive as if it
buzzed on her bones with electrical charges that zapped and arced at even the
closeness of Mason’s touch. “Okay.”

He
smiled. “Sean’s going to play with us.” She nodded her acknowledgement of this.
“Good girl. Sean, hand me a sash.” Sean leaned down and slid a silky tie off of
the sheet. It came to him with a satin hiss like a snake, away from the others
coiled in the center of the bed. Mason slid her robe off her shoulders and it
puddled on the floor in a soft heap. “Let me see your hands, Lib.”

She
held her hands out in front of her, palms up. Mason drew first the right then
the left up to his mouth and gently kissed the backs of her fingers. He placed
her wrists together, forming an X with her hands and began to wind the soft
material around her skin. He tied the knot expertly and ran his finger under
the material to test the give and make sure her circulation wasn’t being
affected. Sean came over and did the same. Her nipples were hard and tight just
from the simple touch of his hands at her wrists.

Mason
stepped back and sat on the upholstered chair in the corner. He lifted his legs
and rested them on the stuffed ottoman and leaned back, trusting her in Sean’s
care. He watched her for a moment, his fingers steepled, as if contemplating
what they would do next. “Liberty, I want you to kiss Sean.”

She
quickly turned to face the other man. Sean was watching her. His jaw seemed
made of stone and his pupils were huge, leaving only a smoky rim of hazel
showing against the dark pools. Liberty was again amazed at how this
lighthearted man could suddenly lose all jovialness and appear so intense. She
supposed this was what he meant when he said he was an intense partner to
please. Her confidence wavered. What if she couldn’t please him?

Sean
moved in closer like a great predator. She looked at Mason, his expression
intense, but still slightly blanked. Sean’s form blocked her view of her
husband. She gazed into his eyes and couldn’t stop the shiver of excitement
when the backs of his knuckles grazed her breast. He pinched her nipple and she
sucked in a hard breath. “Your husband asked you to kiss me, Libby.”

Her
entire body shook with the intensity of the moment. This wasn’t what normal
married couples did. She knew it was wrong. Her mother’s remembered words trespassed
on the moment.

“You will always be treated like a whore,
because you’re too weak to say no. Every time a man touches you, he will use
you, because that’s all you deserve. Girls who act like little sluts get
treated that way. You can’t blame a man for taking what you dangle in his
face.”
She quickly buried the cruel memories skipping through her mind.

“Liberty.”
The snap in Mason’s voice had her jerking her eyes to the left. Sean stepped
aside. “You will think of
only
pleasure.
 
Yours, Sean’s, and mine. I don’t want anything else filling your mind. There’s
no shame here. Do you understand?”

She
gave a stiff nod. “Yes, Mason.”

“Good.
Now I want you to kiss Sean.”

She
swallowed and looked up at the other man. He was very tall. He would have to
meet her halfway. She lifted her tethered hands and gently placed them on the
center of his tanned, muscled chest. The heat from his skin seared her palms.
He looked at her, but didn’t bend. Realizing he wasn’t going to help her, she
leaned up on her tiptoes and placed a soft kiss on the hard line of his jaw.
Beneath the stubble his scent was intensified. Her lips pressed into him and
his slow intake of breath caused his chest to rise beneath her tethered hands.

She
grew flustered. Why wasn’t he meeting her halfway? It was as if he was
deliberately being difficult. Suddenly he stepped back and her bound hands fell
to her waist. She lowered her eyes. She hadn’t done as Mason wanted.

She
swallowed and looked back at her husband. There was no censure in his
expression. “Talk to me, Liberty.”

“I
can’t reach.”

“What
do we do when we need help?”

She
looked at him and blinked. “Ask for it.”

He
nodded and she looked back at Sean. She stepped close to him again. “Please
help me kiss you, Sean.”

The
straight line of his mouth twitched and she suspected her request gave him the
urge to smile. He took a slow step toward her. “You ask so pretty, little
Liberty.”

He
approached her until their thighs were flush against one another’s. His arms reached
out to steady her, taking her upper arms in a strong but gentle grip. She
looked up at him as he leaned down, slowly and with complete control. His nose
teased hers in a soft Eskimo kiss and then his tongue traced the trembling pout
of her lower lip.

Her
lower muscles contracted. Her knees tightened and her belly trembled with
excitement. She let out a shaky breath and his mouth took that opportunity to
slant over hers. His hot tongue pressed between her lips and, wasting no time,
he began to pillage her mouth. She moaned and he growled back into her mouth.
Her tongue dueled with his at first, then she backed off, passively allowing
him to control the pace and pressure of the kiss.

She
jerked as she felt the press of the cool wall against her back. Had she moved?
It would appear so. The moment pulled her away on a tide of anticipation. Her
body reacted and she moaned, wanting more.

“Enough.”
The sound of Mason’s voice had her heavy eyes opening. As Sean’s soft mouth
sucked on her lips in a slow release from the intense connection, his gaze
burned into her and she shivered. So close. He pulled away but didn’t leave the
intimate space. His breath teased her wet lips as he slowly nudged the weight
of his denim clad erection into her belly.

Sharp
pleasure pierced her nipple and she turned to find Mason standing beside her. His
hand cupped her breast. “Do you like it when Sean touches you, Liberty?”

She
should say no. A good wife would say no. She looked into her husband’s gaze and
knew she couldn’t lie. “Yes.”

“Good.”
Somehow she knew Mason didn’t want a good wife. He wanted this, the three of
them together. He was so calm, yet as her eyes dropped to his waist she could
tell he was affected by what he had seen. Mason stripped off his pants and his
heavy, dark erection rose up along his thigh. Liberty licked her lips.

Mason’s
hand traced down her arms and gently took her tied wrists into his grip. He
raised her hands above her head and Sean lifted her at the hips. Mason fit her
tied wrists over the pewter sconce on the wall. When her toes touched back down
on the floor she was trapped, tied to a hook she wouldn’t be able to escape
without their help.

Her
body stretched. Her nipples lifted as her small breasts melded into her flesh,
leaving only small, taught mounds tipped in delicate pink buds. Sean’s large
palms framed her ribcage and his thumbs played at her sensitized tips.
“Beautiful.”

Mason
stepped back and as if they were one, Sean’s hands pulled away. A mixture of
incredible vulnerability and exposure awakened her to their every caress. It
was as if her body catalogued each touch, her instincts on high alert, yet her
mind craved the helplessness she was sentenced to. They each stood before her
and looked over her stretched body. Her flesh heated all the way to the tips of
her breasts.

“Tell
me what you want, Liberty,” Mason whispered.

She
looked at the two beautiful men before her. Her husband’s trim, sculpted body
was darker than Sean’s. He was narrower than the hulking man to his left. Where
Sean’s coloring was more bronzed from the sun Mason’s held a natural olive
tone. Sean’s rigid washboard stomach cut hard lines into his waist. There
wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. His large arms were worked to a point of
perfection, where Mason again seemed naturally toned. Her husband was muscled
as a result of active living, but Sean had honed his body to a point of pride.
His tattoos decorated his flesh, drawing attention to all his dedicated work.

Strength
and command, that’s what they were, Mason holding all the power and authority,
while Sean was might and force. She sensed that if a crack formed in Sean’s
veneer it would be like releasing bottled lighting that had been trapped for
too many years.

There
was something peculiar about the way her husband could bare himself in front of
this man. Her mind flashed to the two of them playing in the ocean, memories of
subtle glances over breakfast, soft touches that seemed natural for the two of
them. She frowned. Was she reading too much into their relationship? Or was she
truly seeing something special between them, something that went beyond
friendship?
 
Her breath began to come in
quick shallow pulls of excitement. She wanted it to be the latter. She wanted
them to love each other, but she also didn’t want to upset Mason or offend Sean
by insinuating anything.

She
tilted her head as she watched them. Sean’s gaze followed hers as she looked
down at Mason’s erection. Mason looked down at himself then back to her.

“Tell
me what you want,” he repeated.

Liberty
turned to Sean and saw a glimmer of understanding in his eyes. There was no
revulsion or shock. If anything she saw his lip twitch in what she assumed was
satisfaction. Her throat swallowed convulsively. She couldn’t.

Sean
suddenly stepped forward and looked her in the eye. He tucked a stray curl
behind her ear and said, “Seems little Liberty can’t find her voice. I think
I’d like to help her with that.” Mason’s low chuckle met her ears and Sean
said, “Perhaps when you find your voice you can tell us what it is you’re
thinking that’s put that naughty gleam in those pretty blue eyes.”

Suddenly
Sean dropped to his knees and forced her thighs apart. She assumed it was the
wetness coating the inside of her thighs that made him growl and pierce her
folds with his tongue, even before he wedged his broad shoulders between her legs.
She screamed and his hot mouth licked her pussy and his tongue penetrated her
deep and quick. He shouldered his way under her knees and suddenly she was
hanging over his mouth, body suspended against the wall, feet far off the
ground. Her head fell back and she cried out. He was bringing her to orgasm
faster than her mind could comprehend.

Her
moans collided in a rhythm of high pitched need. Her pulse accelerated, plowing
toward her release. Almost. She was going to come then Sean’s mouth stopped.
She groaned and panted.

Mason’s
mouth kissed and licked up the underside of her arm and she shivered. It was
too much. She needed to come.

“Are
you ready to talk, love?”

She
shut her eyes and breathed. Mason’s mouth worked up to her elbow and he bit
down on her flesh. Liberty’s back arched against the wall and her nipples
pressed forward. Sean’s hard breath beat against her pussy. She wanted someone
to touch her, play with her, and make her come.

Suddenly
Sean pulled out from under her legs and Mason stepped away. The sudden absence
of their heat was a tactile punishment that had her releasing her own growl of
frustration. Mason went to his nightstand and opened his drawer. Her eyes
bulged when she saw what he had retrieved.

Sean
smiled as Mason displayed an enormous rubber dildo. It was longer than Sean and
wider that her husband. “You won’t have us until you tell us what you want,
Liberty, and I know you have something quite specific in your mind. I can see
it in your eyes.”

Mason
handed the dildo to Sean and went over to the chair. He slid the ottoman across
the floor and toward Liberty. He wedged the low piece of furniture between her
calves, forcing her thighs to spread. He left her there, spread and hanging,
and went back to sit on the chair in the corner.

Sean
approached, holding the dildo in his hand. He casually stepped over the
ottoman, straddling it, and lowered his body until he was seated in front of
her. He leaned forward and breathed in deeply at her sex. His fingers feathered
over her damp flesh, not quite titillating her, but…opening her. It was
difficult to see exactly what he was doing from her position against the wall.
His head tilted toward her spread thighs and he seemed to be concentrating very
hard on what he was doing.

The
cool touch of rubber on her flesh was unbendable and foreign. The dildo lacked
the heat of a real cock. She trembled as Sean rubbed the toy over her flesh,
allowing her juices to coat and lubricate it.

“Do
you want to tell us what you want, Libby?” he asked as he slowly twisted the
wide head at the mouth of her sex. She was so over sensitized she could barely
remember what she had wanted. What she was unable to voice. “No?”

He
nudged the fat rubber cock into her pussy, only penetrating the barest bit, but
showing her that it would indeed stretch her. Liberty grunted at the intrusion,
but her body reflexively creamed around the tip.

“Okay
then,” Sean said as he leaned forward and gently kissed her tummy. “Deep
breath.”