Unleashed (19 page)

“Ah- um…
are you a Dom?” I blush, and wish I could take my question back immediately.

Marcus
looks at me for a second before he huffs a large laugh. We draw the attention of the entire party, even with the cake on display. He laughs at me until his eyes water, and he has to brush the tears away.

“I like you. You’ll fit in
around here just fine. I’d worried. You have an innocence about you, but underneath that is an inner-strength of steel. You’re as inquisitive as a cat.”  He laughs more.

I wring my fingers behind my back and grind the toe of my stiletto into the floor hiding my embarrassment.

“Yes,” Marcus chuckles out, finally answering my question.

“So, um- Ezra’s just keeping it in
the family,” I bashfully say.

“Ezra
found that path all on his own through research. It was an interesting conversation when he outted himself to me.” Marc’s face is bright from laughter, eyes shining. “And he was just as shocked to learn that I knew more than enough about the subject.”

My eyes pop out when I pic
ture Diane kneeling before her master. I shiver at the creepy thought. Marcus winks at me and cockily winks. I bet he knows what I just thought.

“I guess there’s no cake un
til we join the group,” I say, and walk away from Marcus and towards the waiting guests. I stand next to Ava. I stifle a giggle when I see the cake. It’s a chessboard with traditional pieces- no hedonistic figures engaged in illegal acts. We sing a round of
Happy Birthday, Ezra
.

Cortez embraces Ezra in a tight hug. I’m c
lose enough to see Cort tenderly kiss Ezra’s neck as he whispers, “I love you, happy birthday. I wouldn’t be here today without you.” Ezra returns the sentiments, and tightens his arms around the other man. Ezra looks over at me and shyly smiles. I can’t help but smile at their sweet interaction.

Three glasses of wine later
, I wait for the world’s longest goodbyes to conclude. My daughter dances around me out of boredom and I join in, thanks to my liquid stupid. We mock waltz in the foyer, waiting for our group to converge. I give up on any semblance of dance and just twirl Ava around and around, laughing at her dizziness. My heart is light since it’s not often my child acts like a kid, and even rarer is my joining her.

I hear a collective
Ah!
Aaron is down on his left knee before Kayla. I give a little hop and clap. Ava looks at me, confused. I pull her into a huge hug waiting- watching for what’s to come next.

“Kayla, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife,” Aaron’s husky, gravelly voice is unusually rough. He kneels before the beauty with his hand extended,
an open ring box resting in his palm.

Kayla is stunned silent. She looks around embarrassed until she meets my gaze. I give her an encouraging nod. Her skin is flushed pink, tears streaming down her cheeks, and a big sm
ile stretches across her face.

“Yes,” Kayla
simply says yes.

Aaron reaches up and places a
n intricate knot of platinum around her delicate finger in front of all of his family and friends. Aaron stands and envelopes Kayla into a tight embrace and kisses her sweetly on the cheek. They both blush as the crowd swarms them with congratulations.

I spot Ezra leaning against the entryway
, watching my reaction to the scene. He looks proud and pleased for the couple. I give him a thumbs up and resume swinging my child around, waiting my turn to offer congratulations.

I pull Aaron into a big hug a
nd kiss his cheek. I then take Kayla gently in an embrace and flutter a kiss to her lips. She returns the gesture. I hold her eyes, basking in her happiness. I tug her tighter to me and hop up and down in excitement. She giggles with me like we’re little kids.
 

Chapter
Fourteen

“Even on the anniversary of our attack
, I have to say this day ranks up there as one of the best,” Ezra says from his side of the bed.

The thre
e of us lay in bed as usual: me in the center, flanked by Ezra on my left and Cortez on my right. The room is pitched-black. I’m not able to see anything, even something a centimeter from my eye. Cortez can only sleep in complete and total darkness. He says that if something is lurking in the shadows it won’t matter if he can see it or not, it’ll still get him. He’d rather be ignorant in his bliss.

“Did you get Ezra a gift?” Cort asks me.

“Of course,” I reply.

“Kat
bought me a charm with Ava’s name on it. It’s perfect,” Ezra tenderly says as his fingertip trails down my cheek.

“Well, that sucks,” Cort
teasingly says.

“Huh? Why?” I ask
, offended. Ezra just chuckles next to me.

“Kat, have you ever heard of a birthday blowjob?”
Cort’s voice is extra snarky.

Ezra laughs ha
rder, enough to shake the bed. “No,” I snort out. “I can’t say that I have, since I don’t have a dick.”

“See, the birthday boy gets a blowjob
, even if he’s been a bad boy,” Cortez salaciously purrs. “It’s a requirement.” Cort slips his thumb into my mouth. “And I know for a fact that your mouth is lovely. I think Ezra would love to feel these moist lips wrapped around his pulsing cock.”

Cortez leans in and kisses me, sucking
my bottom lip until I squirm on the bed. This is the most contact I’ve had in weeks.

“What if I say no
,” I breathe against Cort’s lips. The past few weeks, I’d have killed for the chance. But after spending a night with Adelaide’s calculating stare boring a hole into the side of my head, I feel ashamed and guilty over touching Ezra with anything other than affection. I just can’t go there with him.

“Well, if you don’t think Ezra
deserves it, I guess I could do it for you. I think he’s been a very, very, very patient boy.” Cortez bites my lip every time he says very.

I swallow a few times and turn to Ezra. Even though I can’t see him, I c
an hear him breathing heavily. “Have you been a good boy,” I purr out as my fingertip teases along his boxer briefs.

“Very,” Ezra huskily
says as he flexes into my touch.

“Would you like Cortez to reward your behavior?” I
teasingly wiggle my finger under the waistband of his boxers.

“Please, anyone, it’s been months since either of you have touched me like that.” His s
moky voice is rough with need. I peel Ezra’s underwear down his body, and he lifts his hips to help me roll them past his round ass.

“So eager,” I purr. “What do you think, Cort, s
hould we reward him?”

“Yes,” Cort
pants out, beyond aroused at the thought of touching Ezra. Cort half crawls over me to reach Ezra. I can’t see what they’re doing, but I can hear them. My imagination has them kissing, judging by their jerky movements and heady moans. I should be creeped out, but I’m not. My pussy sharply tightens like a fist, causing me to moan with them. I crawl down the bed so that Cortez can cradle Ezra.

I start at Ezra’s feet. I nip, lick, bite, suck, and nibble my way from his feet to his thighs. He’s thrashing under my mouth
, to the point that I have to hold his leg down to enjoy him. I nibble my way around his hip, avoiding the area his cock nestles in. I ache with the need to suck him. I won’t though. My strange moral compass rears its ugly head again. Seeing Adelaide tonight and hearing the things she said to me, completely removed my already wounded confidence. I will do everything short of actual sexual contact with Ezra, even if it’s his birthday.

I bite Ezra
in the juncture of where his leg connects to his pelvis, just shy of where his cock is resting. I can taste his arousal. I dart my tongue out and collect all that has dripped down his hip. I moan at Ezra’s bitter taste, so silky smooth. Hungry for more of his essence, the tip of my tongue accidently makes contact with the head of his cock. Ezra thrusts up into the air as a groan passes his lips. I freeze through the urgency to swallow him down my throat.

I feel Cortez getting nearer as I hear small sucking noises. He’s kissing his way down Ezra’s glorious abs. I rise up to meet him.
We both lick and suck on Ezra’s stomach. I seek out Cort’s mouth and twine my tongue with his. He jerks against my mouth.

“Join me,” Cort breathes against my mouth.

“I can’t,” a half cry strangles out my throat.

“Why not?” Cort violently kisses me,
trying to change my already faltering mind.

“You know why,” I groan.

“It’s not an issue anymore, Kat.”

“It is for me,” I sadly reply.

“Alright, I’ll take care of Ezra. Please kiss him and let him touch you,” Cort practically begs. 

“What about
you?” I whisper. I’m on the edge of reason. One touch or a charmingly spoken phrase, and I’ll do whatever they want.

“That’s bein
g taken care of as we speak,” Cort mischievously chuckles, and then deeply moans. Cort grabs my hand and slides it down his body. He’s facing me, but he’s lying on his hip with his feet near the headboard. My hand is led to where a fist is furiously working him. It takes me a split second to realize that it’s not Cort’s hand, but the birthday boy’s fist smoothly stroking Cort’s cock. A strangled sound bubbles up my throat and I try to calm my body as it violently clenches, on the precipice of release.

“I’m glad you like that
as much as we do, Kitten,” Cort whispers across my lips. He quickly kisses me. After a second, he moves lightning fast. Ezra’s body jerks up off the bed and he shouts, “Cort,” at the ceiling.

I feel Cortez’s head bobbing up and down, brushing softly against the side of my face
. I kiss my way down to where Cort is cherishing Ezra’s cock. I’m shocked when Cort’s mouth rests on Ez’s pelvis, deep throating the cock. He holds there for a few seconds as Ezra goes into a frenzy on the bed.

I’m awed, and I’ve never been as turned on as I am right now. Most women’s fantasies involve two men, but those men are ravishing her as if she’s a goddess. I don’t think many women would be aroused by the men ravishing each other while she sat on the sidelines. But it’s doing something to me. Just hearing their moans has me on the edge of release.

“Join me,” Cort begs again when he comes up for air.

“I can’t,” I cry out. It’s beyond tempting. If he asks one more time
, I will undoubtedly give in to his demands.

“Kiss me, Cort. Oh God, kiss me. I
need to taste Ezra on your lips,” I plead.

“Hold up, E
z, you’re gonna make me cum,” Cort pants out. The only answer is a chuckle from the head of the bed.

Cort takes my lips
in a mouth-melding kiss. I feast- I lick the inside of Cortez’s mouth and suck on his lips, removing all traces of Ezra’s taste that remains.

“You better flip over or you’ll break your own rules any sec
ond. I’ll share with you when Ezra’s done.” Cort’s voice is deep with need.

I feel the bed dip
, and a second later Ezra shouts again. I kneel on the bed having a power struggle with my conscious. She says it’s not a good idea, and I agree with her. But I’m close to not giving a shit.

I crawl up the bed until I find Ezra’s mouth. His available hand t
angles in my hair. I inhale him. I inhale his moans. I straddle his stomach as I devour his mouth. I can feel the bed vibrating from their ministrations. Cort’s cock rests against my hip, and I can feel Ezra’s hand pick up the pace as he strokes. My body betrays my need as I start to rub my drenched pussy against Ez’s washboard abs, hitting just the right spot. I smear my moisture all of Ezra’s stomach, as if I’m scent marking him.

“Cort, touch her. Kat wi
ll squirt for you if you get her g-spot just right,” Ezra groans out.

Scorching hot w
etness hits my thigh, and Ezra’s hand freezes. “It’s alright, false alarm,” Cort says, and then giggles.

Thick fingers prod
, trying to invade my pulsing pussy. When two won’t slide in easily, just one finds its way in and strokes over my g-spot. The sensation of Cort’s finger pleasuring me has my spine bending, arching up into his hand.

“My God, Kat’s tight,” Cort marvels.

“I know. I’ve been masturbating to the memory for twelve years. Do you touch yourself over the memory, Kitty Kat?” Ezra nips my lip with his front teeth, and I almost orgasm. I nod yes against Ezra’s mouth.

“You two need to stop that naughty talk. You both like it way too much. You’re spilling down my throat, and she is clenching around my finger and her g-spot is the size of a walnut. I’d love to fuck her when it’s like this, stroke my head over and over it. Have her
so tight that it feels like I’m splitting her in two.”