Breaking Perfect

“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.