Mastering Melody (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (14 page)

I don’t even notice Ryan undoing my bonds until Bradley lifts me off the spanking bench and holds me tight against him, still impaled on his cock. Ryan climbs onto the padded surface, lying on his back, his legs dangling off the edge and wide enough apart to give Bradley room. Carefully, between the two of them, they lower me over Ryan’s cock, his thick erection pressing into the tight confines of my pussy.

One moment I’m grinding my teeth from the feeling of being stuffed full and the next I’m flying into orgasm.

Holy fucking hell.

My pussy and ass are squeezing the cocks inside me, both men are moving, thrusting into me, one in one out, always full, always moving, always shaking with their own need. I can barely breathe between them, but my legs and arms are shaking wildly, energy exploding outward as my orgasm goes on and on and on.

Almost at the same time Bradley and Ryan push to the hilt inside my body, their cocks throbbing as they fill me with their seed. Slowly, very slowly, I start to come down from the explosive high, my muscles twitching as deep exhaustion slithers through me. I fall against Ryan, my face resting on his chest, his rapid breathing strangely soothing as I cling to him and close my eyes. I’ve never felt an emotional connection like this before—not even with these two growing up.

I groan with Bradley as he pulls his cock from my ass. I’m waiting for him to kiss me, to perhaps cuddle me close as he carries me into the shower, but he pats my bottom and says, “Very good, little sub. That was fun.”

Fun? I glance over my shoulder, but he’s already walking away.

I just had the most amazing emotional experience of my life and he describes it as
fun?

I quickly close my eyes against the tears that fill them, but Ryan sees. He wraps his hand around the back of my skull, pulling my face down to rest on his chest as misery overwhelms me. He holds me close as I quietly cry out my confusion.

* * * *

Ryan held Melody tightly, running a hand soothingly up and down her spine as she cried. He had no idea what the hell was going on inside his brother’s head, but he was acting both way out of character and like the Dom he’d once been. But he’d always adored Melody—even when they’d been naïve kids—so his reversion to his old “just having fun” behavior now was completely unexpected.

As the shower turned on Melody gave up trying to cry quietly. Sobs wracked her body as she poured out the grief that she was feeling. He wasn’t certain exactly what was going on, but Bradley’s sudden emotional withdrawal didn’t bode well for the future.

Barely twenty-four hours into their contract and everything was going pear shaped. How the hell were they supposed to sustain this sort of relationship for the rest of their lives?

* * * *

Bradley’s hands shook as he twisted the taps on and stepped under the water. He couldn’t even explain the situation to himself, let alone stay and watch as Ryan comforted their sub. Physically he’d shared subs with other Doms before, but this was the first time he’d felt such a powerful connection. And of course, instead of staying where he was, cuddling the woman he loved, he’d panicked and left the room.

What the hell was wrong with him?

This was what he wanted, wasn’t it?

I wake as Bradley rolls me onto my stomach, lifts my hips slightly, and slides his cock straight into my swollen pussy. I moan, grateful to him for at least using lube. After last night’s three-way I’m not certain I ever want to have sex again, but it seems my Dom isn’t giving me a choice.

He fucks me hard and fast, his cock throbbing inside me as he pumps his cum into my body. He leans over to kiss my neck, the soft suction quickly becoming uncomfortable as he marks my skin with a love bite.

He pins me to the bed with his weight and then wriggles a hand underneath me, unerringly finding my clit. Again and again he teases the little nub, holding me down as my orgasm overwhelms me. I’m panting for breath and heat is still bouncing through my veins when he rolls off the bed and moves into the bathroom. Ten minutes later, dressed and ready for work, he presses a kiss to my forehead, admonishes me to behave for Ryan, and leaves the room without a backward glance. I actually flinch when I hear the elevator door close.

“Go back to sleep, little sub,” Ryan says as he pulls me into the cradle of his body, my back to his front. “Tuesday is technically my only day off, and I plan to spend a good part of it just holding on to my little sub.”

“Ry?” I ask quietly, truly hoping that he isn’t offended by what I’m about to ask. “Would it be okay if we dropped the Dom-sub stuff for today?”

“Not having fun?” he asks in a curious voice. He doesn’t sound angry, so I try to explain at least some of what is swirling through my head.

“I’m not sure,” I answer honestly. “There have been parts that I’ve enjoyed”—even the part where I got spanked with a wooden spoon in the foyer of a restaurant—“but I miss the emotional connection to Bradley. Until last night I’ve never doubted that he loves me.”

“He loves you,” Ryan says immediately. “I promise you that.”

I bite my lip, not arguing but not really convinced, either.

“What was he like as a Dom—before he gave it up for me?”

“Are you sure you want to know?”

“No,” I say, shaking my head, “but I think I need to.”

Ryan shrugs. “The subs liked him.” I grind my teeth, trying not to think of my fiancé playing with naked women who weren’t me—even if it was years before we got together. “He was strict but fun. I don’t think he ever took it too seriously, though.”

“Never?” I ask curiously. For many people the BDSM lifestyle is a necessity, a way to find satisfaction in their lives. When I first realized that Bradley had given it all up to pursue a vanilla life with me, I’d felt really guilty. I hadn’t intended for him to feel he should hide that part of himself from me. But what now? Have I gained a Dom and lost the man I love in the process?

Okay, yes, I know it’s “dramatic much,” but I just can’t shake the feeling that he’s pulling away.

“We’ll figure it out,” Ryan says, rubbing his hand up and down my arm. Apparently he knows me well enough to read my mind, because the next thing to come out of his mouth has me smiling. “Don’t you dare overthink this.” He presses a kiss to my temple. “Now go back to sleep, Mel. That’s an order from your best friend.”

“Yes, Ryan,” I say, snuggling deeper into his embrace.

* * * *

Bradley was in a foul mood. For a man who’d had more sex in the past two days than he had in the previous three weeks, he should have been feeling rather good. But no matter which way he looked at it, the reason for his bad temper could be laid squarely at his fiancée’s feet.

Well, no, that wasn’t really accurate, either. It was the situation his fiancée’s needs put them in. He’d known almost from the moment of that damn phone call that Melody and Ryan were better suited to each other than he and Melody were. He should have just stepped away then and saved himself the heartache. But no, he’d gone and suggested Melody try a relationship with both of them. And then, as if that wasn’t dumbass enough, he’d gone and suggested full-time, high-protocol Dom-sub relationships.

The trouble was that he was thoroughly enjoying it. When he’d suggested this course of action he’d had the vague idea in his head of Ryan dominating Melody and him providing the vanilla-style break that she would need.

He’d never guessed that he would end up wanting a full-time Dom-sub lifestyle, but that’s exactly where he was. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes tiredly. He knew, absolutely knew, that Melody didn’t want to be a full-time sub, but with two Doms demanding high protocol, how long was their relationship going to last?

He shuffled the file folders on his desk, his agitation increasing when he couldn’t find the one he sought.

“Rose!” he yelled to his secretary. “Where the hell’s the file for the Johansen’s sports chain?”

There was a brief silence, and then Rose marched into his office, grabbed a folder from the top-left corner of his desk, and handed it to him. “Speak to me like that again and we’re going to have a problem.” She said it with a smile on her face, but he didn’t doubt her words for a second.

Rose was a damn good secretary. She didn’t deserve, nor would she put up with, his temper. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly. He considered offering an excuse, but he’d always tried to keep his home life and his work life separate.

And maybe that was his biggest problem.

Playing the Dominant had always been a fun interlude for him, but he’d never even considered making it his full-time lifestyle—until that damn phone call. It was obvious that Melody responded well to being dominated, but she also needed her freedom. She wasn’t a full-time submissive no matter how much he and Ryan might want to live that life.

Maybe the kindest thing Bradley could do was take a step back.

At least with only one Dom she’d get a little bit more time to be herself.

He sat at his desk, staring at the file he no longer wanted to read, and wondered again how his life had spiraled out of control so damn quickly.

I take a deep breath when I hear Bradley come into the apartment. I’m in the kitchen, fully clothed, cooking dinner for the three of us. I know it’s not what he’s expecting. Hell, it’s way outside the rules we established only a couple of days ago, but I feel too vulnerable on an emotional level to be naked for this talk. And, well, cooking naked is never a good idea, either.

He looks surprised, but instead of commenting he continues past the kitchen and into one of the bedrooms.

“Go talk to him,” Ryan says quietly. “I’ll finish making dinner.”

“Thanks, Ry,” I say, leaning up to press a kiss to his jaw. I want to apologize for screwing things up so badly. I thought I knew what I wanted. The idea of submitting to both Bradley and Ryan seemed so exciting, but the reality is so different. How can I want both my old and new lives at the same time?

“Brad?” I ask as I step into the bedroom, where he’s getting changed out of his work clothes.

“It’s okay, Mel,” he says, not even looking at me. “You don’t need to explain. I was planning on going home tonight anyway.”

“What?” I ask, feeling a little bit bewildered. “Why would you go home?”

“Mel, you can’t honestly tell me this is working for you.”

“Well, no, it’s not working for me yet, but we’ve only just started. It takes time to sort these things out.”

“You and Ry are perfect for each other.”

I nod carefully. Yes, Ryan and I are finding our places in a new relationship, a mixture of BDSM and vanilla. So far it’s working, but a lot of that has to do with the fact that we keep talking things through. Since signing that contract I feel like Bradley and I haven’t actually had a conversation. In fact, come to think of it, we haven’t had a conversation that didn’t require Dom-sub protocols.

“It’s okay,” Bradley says. For a moment I think he is going to embrace me, but instead he moves into the closet and starts packing his stuff back into his suitcase. “Mel, I’m not going to force you to live a lifestyle you don’t enjoy.”

“But I do enjoy it,” I say urgently. I had no idea that returning to a vanilla type of lifestyle temporarily would hurt him so badly. “Most of it. I just…” Fuck, I can’t find the words. I can feel his resolve, and one thing I know about my fiancé is that once his mind is made up it’s very difficult to get him to change it.

“Don’t do this to yourself, Mel. I want you and Ry to be happy.”

I twist the engagement ring on my finger. No way in hell am I taking it off until I know for sure that I can’t be the submissive Bradley wants me to be.

“I’ll try harder,” I say, swallowing my pride, willing to say and do just about anything to get him to stay long enough to sort this through.

“I know you would, Mel,” he says as he finally pulls me into his embrace, “but it’s not fair of me to ask it.”

“Forget fair. You’re my Dom. You tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”

“I want you to live a happy life with my brother.”

I swallow hard, refusing to cry. I thought I knew him better. I thought Bradley would give me time to adjust, to learn, to become what he wants me to be. And instead, he finds me fully dressed just once and he’s willing to throw away years of friendship
and
our plans for our future.

Anger burns low in my gut as I push my way out of his embrace.

“Fine. Run away. If this is how you react when I break the rules just once, then you can…” My words trail away. I almost told him to “go to hell,” but I love him too deeply to be that callous. “You can go find some mindless sub to dominate.”

He looks confused. “Why would I do that?”

“Isn’t that what you want?”

“Hell, no,” he says with a small laugh. “The only woman I’ve ever wanted to dominate is you. I’m just surprised that I want to do it all of the time.”

“All of the time? Is that why you pulled away last night?” I ask, worrying again about his reason for the emotional withdrawal I sensed at a moment when I’d been feeling so connected to both of my Doms.