His breath hitched when Jason parted his cheeks and put the tip of himself at Rex’s hole.

“Yes, let me see how you respond, handsome.” She began to stroke him, her hand tight and warm around his flesh.

His voice was deep and scratchy when he answered, “I’ll come so hard for you, Mistress.”

She smiled. “Good boy. But not yet. Let me see what J can do.”

Behind him, Jason pushed deeper and slid his hands from Rex’s shoulders to his hips. Controlling his thrusts, Jason moved slowly, letting Rex feel every inch of the big man.

“You like that.” Nat stroked him faster, sliding her palm over his wet slit. “You’re a big boy, aren’t you, R? Big for Mistress.” She looked over his shoulder at Jason, who felt larger than he’d felt before. That cock reamed him as Jason pushed and pulled, and the exquisite pain stoked Rex’s desire higher.

“Yes, Mistress,” Rex groaned.

“How does he feel, J? Do you like all that heat around your dick?”

J grunted, fucked him harder, and answered, “I love it, Mistress. If it pleases you, I’ll move faster.”

“It pleases me very much.” She moved closer to Rex, then put her head next to his. “Kiss me, J.”

Jason swore and leaned closer. Rex heard them kissing, felt the desperation in Jason’s thrusts and Nat’s slick hand moving faster.

“Come for me, J. So deep,” she whispered as she pulled back. She watched him and Rex, and Rex wondered what she saw.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her breathing increased. Those hard nipples practically begged to be bitten. He could only imagine how she’d taste right now. So ripe and wet…

“Mistress, let me kiss you.” Rex looked down at her skirt. “Please, let me pleasure you.” Hard to think such thoughts when his body screamed to climax.

Behind him, J’s balls slapped his ass, faster and faster. “Mistress, I’m going to come. With permission?”

“Oh, please do.” Nat smiled, her lips shiny and plump. “Let me see your pleasure, J. But not you, R. Not yet.”

“Fuck. Yes, Mistress,” Rex answered, working hard not to explode.

Jason clenched his hips tight and hammered into him, then shuddered as he climaxed. “Mistress, yes. So damn good.”

Rex did his best to hold on. He closed his eyes, grimacing at how much he ached, especially because Nat continued to work him. Then he opened them, needing to see her.

“Beautiful.” She smiled at J. Then she glanced at Rex, and her smile faded. “So, pretty man, tell me what you need.”

“To please you,” he rasped, full with Jason’s cock, and on the edge.

She released him, and he nearly put her hand back on him, desperate to finish.

“Then come. Watch me take my pleasure, and take your own while J wrings it from you.”

She put a hand under her skirt and rubbed that full clit, spreading moisture over the taut bud. He wanted to taste her so badly as J reached around and jerked him off.

It took him no more than a few pulls before Rex roared, his release long overdue. He jetted, leaving a mess over the floor. But Nat’s sultry climax fueled a second, smaller jet of seed.

Her lips parted and she tilted her head back. Her eyes closed as she reached her bliss. After a moment, she pulled her hand free, tugged her skirt back over her sleek thighs and held out her hand.

He didn’t ask but took her fingers into his mouth, savoring her arousal. The woman had thoroughly bewitched him. Not only did he long to lie under her commands, but he wanted to turn the tables as well, to take her and show her how much he could pleasure her, which surprised him. Rex preferred to be on the bottom. But he wanted to take Nat in a number of ways. To get her addicted to him, then snare her tight.

She pulled her hand back with a smile, her breath shaky. “Oh, you two have been fun.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” Jason said as he withdrew from Rex and moved to dispose of the condom.

The loss of connection pulled Rex back to reality. “Thank you, Mistress.” She still hadn’t let him fuck her, or lick her. Just a small tease of her taste, no more. Pushing it, he said, “Would you like to watch more? J and I can make you scream with pleasure. Anything you command is yours.” His body hummed with anticipation, despite having just come hard enough to risk heart failure.

She chuckled. “Pushy sub, aren’t you?” She stepped closer and crooked her finger.

He leaned his head closer, and she tugged him by the hair and whispered into his ear, “You don’t get to suck me or fuck me yet. You haven’t earned it.” The exact same phrase she’d uttered over a week ago. Then she added, “But you’re getting closer.”

Nat pulled back to smile at him and graze his cheek with her knuckles. “You two have fun. I’ve got to get going.”

“Will we see you again, Mistress?” Jason asked.

Rex frowned. He didn’t like his buddy sounding so eager.

“Perhaps.” Her gaze moved from Jason to Rex and lingered. Was that warmth in her eyes? Did she favor him, perhaps? Could she tell who he really was?

Without saying another word, Nat turned and left them.

After a pause, Jason swore. “Holy shit. Did that really happen? I came so hard up your ass, man. Haven’t had a good Domme in years. Who the hell is she?”

Rex played dumb. “No clue, but I call dibs.”

“Dream on.” Jason studied Rex’s torso with a grin. “Dude, you made a big mess. Felt good, huh?”

“What do you think?” Rex let out a sigh, his body relaxed, his mind buzzing with questions. How had Nat felt about taking on the two of them? Would she want that all the time? Could he satisfy her needs, get her commitment and still play with others under her okay?

“I think you got off being fucked,” Jason murmured and stepped closer once more. “I think maybe once wasn’t enough.”

They both glanced at Rex’s front, and sure enough, he’d become half-hard again. Not quite there, but on the road to recovery with Nat’s taste imprinted on his mind.

“I think maybe you’re right.” But Rex didn’t want anyone but Nat.

Jason ran his hand over Rex’s chest, scraping his nipples. “Your turn.”

Though he didn’t want to fuck again without Nat there, he knew he owed Jason for tonight, showing up without question because Rex had needed him.

“I guess it is.” They both liked to be bossed around, and Jason had played the dominant earlier. “Tell you what, you little slut, why don’t you get on your knees and show me why I shouldn’t beat your ass red.”

Jason nodded, his eyes bright. “Yes, Sir. Anything you want, Sir.”

While he knelt and did his best to pleasure Rex, Rex tried to stay in the moment. But fantasies of Nat intruded while a warm mouth took him high once more, and he knew that sex with her wouldn’t be enough. Not with this woman.

The next night, he picked Nat up at seven on the dot. Dressed in casual jeans and a polo shirt, he felt ready for anything. He’d given himself a few pep talks about how to deal with Ms. Wielder—not Mistress.

When she opened the door in a denim skirt and pink top, he wanted to dive in and kiss her until neither could breathe. The sultry taste of her lingered, her scent imprinted in his memory.

She wore a hint of makeup and had her hair back in her trademark ponytail. He thought her the most erotic thing on the planet and waited to see if she’d recognize him, or if she’d admit to their previous encounter.

“Hey, there, Reginald. Right on time.” The cheer, the absence of seduction, told him he had more work to do. Nat wasn’t coming clean. Yet.

He groaned. “You call me Reginald again and I won’t be responsible for my actions.”

“Very funny. You try anything and you’ll be singing soprano.”

“I bet I would, you ball buster,” he murmured, pleased to see the sly smile on her face. “Damn, Nat. Your eyes are just shining tonight. Emerald green and lusty for my company.”

She snorted. “Lusty. Right.”

“You ready for dinner and a movie?”

“Let’s go.”

He took her back to his place, not that she knew their destination, pleased that she continued to study him. Not even being subtle about it.

“What’s wrong?”

“You look so much like this guy I met.”

And destroyed, he wanted to add. Even after his amazing climax, he’d come again with Jason, his thoughts on Nat and the fantasies that should have played out. Would play out, given time.

Apparently she’d decided to dip her toe in the water, trying to get him to open up first. Nope. Not playing that game, honey. You might command me in bed, but out of it, I’m the master.

He blinked his innocence. “Some guy you just met? Are you trying to tell me I have competition?”

“No. It’s just…” She gave him a hard look. “Do you have any cousins?”

He’d told her he was an only child. “Nope. Just me. My parents were only children too. Alas, we charming Samsons are the last of our kind. Why do you ask?”

She frowned. “I know you were… Last night… Hell. Never mind.”

She’d made the connection, but she wouldn’t admit it. Because then she’d have to own up to her part as well. Then again, she might not be sure it was him. Probably couldn’t conceive of Rex Samson being such a pervert.

“Um, Rex?” She glanced at the large building they neared with confusion. “Where’s the restaurant? Are we parking and walking downtown?”

He shook his head and parked in the garage. “Nope. Dinner’s at my place.” The upscale condominiums had been built a few years ago in the city’s old cotton mill. He had an amazing view of the river and walking access to local restaurants and downtown shops. The perfect place to entertain. And hopefully, the next step in his seduction of Natalie Wielder.