Breaking Perfect (34 page)

“Agreed.”

Sean
shifted his weight. He wanted to say yes, but was reluctant to trust that this
was what they both wanted. Sometimes people asked for dumb shit and then
realized they were fucked when it was too late to go back.

He
turned to Mase. “I’m clean. I had a physical three months ago and haven’t been
with anyone, aside from you two, since. I’m not wearing rubbers.”

Mase
slowly smiled and leaned back. He knew he was getting what he wanted. Stupid
fuck. Sean still couldn’t fathom why he would ask for this. He wanted to show
him how asinine this entire idea was. “Of course not. The three of us will be
in a monogamous, committed, consensual relationship. I see no need for
condoms.”

“Is
Liberty on the pill?”

“She
can’t have children.”

Mase’s
words dropped through the air like a cinderblock, landing with a thud in the
pit of Sean’s stomach. He was an insensitive ass. He turned to Liberty who was
staring back at him, chin raised, as if daring him to show pity. Sean
understood then and there that this was an issue she had come to terms with
long ago. She was braced for his comment, but it wasn’t the time. There was
enough to deal with. Avoiding the subject would be an act of mercy she would
appreciate.

He
looked at her. “What if I told you I wanted to fuck you right now, just you and
me, while Mason watched?”

She
swallowed slowly and nodded.

“I’m
selfish, Liberty. I’m not always easygoing. I warned you, but you refuse to see
me in that light I’m greedy and sometimes I want it to be all about me.
Sometimes I want it to hurt.”

She
raised her chin and straightened her shoulders. “Like I told you before,
sometimes there’s good pain and sometimes there’s bad pain. I trust you to know
the difference, Sean.”

From
the corner of his eye Sean saw Mase shift his weight. He kept his eyes on
Liberty. “I expect complete submission from my women, Liberty.”

With
more bite than he expected she retorted, “I expect you to only have
one
woman, Sean, so I suppose I’ll have to meet your expectations.”

He
understood her challenge and his cock swelled. “Stand up.” She did as he said.
“Take off your clothes and go stand by the pool table.” As she did as he
instructed he looked back at Mason. “Tell me to stop and I’ll walk out of here,
grab my stuff, and never bother you again. Tell me to stay and I’m going right
to that table to fuck your wife long and hard while you watch me. You interfere
and I’m gone.”

Mason
crossed one foot over his knee and looked at him from where he sat in his
designer leather chair. “Stay.”

Sean
nodded.
Honey, I’m home!

* * * *

Sean
slowly removed his clothing and draped it over the arm of the chair. Liberty
waited, hands clasped at her waist, head bowed submissively, as she stood
beside the pool table. The bulk of Sean’s muscular thighs rippled just below
the heavy weight of his long cock. Mason’s body became aroused the moment Sean
had looked at him with that determined gleam in his eye.

Slowly,
Sean walked over to the pool table. He didn’t address Liberty. One by one, he
pushed the heavy balls into the pockets, the soft clicks filling the air as
they silently traveled over the smooth red felt top of the table to vanish from
sight.

Once
he cleared the table he stood behind Liberty, but didn’t touch her. Mason
noticed Sean’s proximity to his wife made her excited. Her pink nipples pebbled
and her stomach quivered as her chest rose and fell. Sean moved slowly around
her as if inspecting her. A jolt of pride ran through Mason at how beautifully
she waited, complete trust and submission in her acceptance of Sean’s
authority.

Sean
removed the clip from Liberty’s hair and tossed it on the floor, out of the
way. She flinched at the sound of the plastic barrette clattering across the
hardwood, the sound sharp and startling in the silence. She didn’t look up and
she didn’t look to him for reassurance or seek his approval. She only waited
for Sean’s direction.

There
was no disguising the effect Liberty had on Sean. His body was taut with need.
He moved her hair, spreading her blond curls over her shoulders almost
reverently. Sean’s cock jerked as he breathed in the scent of her arousal and
Mason’s cock mimicked the move. Mason knew his wife’s sweet fragrance by heart,
loved to breathe it in. Goose bumps crested Liberty’s narrow shoulders and her
body began to tremble.

The
backs of Sean’s fingers ran down the slender curve of her waist from her breast
to her hip. “You are very beautiful, Liberty,” Sean whispered.

His
fingertips coasted over her hip, barely making contact with her flesh and went
to the apex of her thighs. “Spread.” Liberty obediently widened her stance, but
Sean didn’t touch her there. “Are you wet, Liberty?”

She
slowly nodded.

“I
expect an answer.”

“Y—yes.
I’m wet.”

“Who
are you speaking to? Mase? I’m a needy man, Liberty. I require a certain amount
of attention.”

“I
am speaking to you, Sean. I’m very wet.”

“Do
you need to be fucked?”

Mason
winced at Sean’s words. He understood the draw of using such words. They
distracted Liberty, broke down her defenses, but hearing Sean speak that way to
her definitely would take some adjusting to on his part.

“It
would please me if you fucked me, Sean.”

It
would please Mason as well. Sean moved to stand behind Liberty once more. His
hands lightly touched the tops of her shoulders and slid slowly down her arms
until he reached her wrists and pulled them gently behind her back. The move
lifted her tits higher and Mason had the urge to stand and join them, but this
was about Sean asserting himself.

“Who
is touching you, Liberty?”

“You
are, Sean.”

“Look
at your husband. Do you see any objection in his eyes?”

“No,
Sean.”

“Does
it bother you that he’s letting another man touch your body?”

“It
pleases me as much as it pleases him.”

“And
will it please you when I fuck your body hard, taking my pleasure greedily,
making your cunt my own private wonderland?”

“Yes,
Sean.”

Mason’s
breath caught as Sean suddenly turned Liberty’s face and kissed her hard on the
mouth. Her body tensed and then relaxed in Sean’s possessive hold. The lips of
her exposed sex glistened with her arousal and Mason became so turned on he
needed to undo the top button of his pants to allow his cock room.

When
they broke apart they were both breathing hard. Sean shot him a challenging
look as if to warn him that after this there would be no going back. Mason
nodded.

“Go
to the other end of the table, Liberty. I want you to look at your husband as
he watches another man fuck you. Know that it isn’t his cock inside you. See
that he doesn’t object to your body being mine to draw pleasure from, to use.”

Mason
gritted his teeth. Sean was trying to break the two of them, trying to get them
to retract their offer. That wasn’t going to happen. However, that also didn’t
mean that when all was said and done that Mason couldn’t break Sean’s jaw if he
pushed Liberty too far. He wouldn’t permit humiliation or disrespect into their
relationship. As far as he was concerned humiliation dishonored a person and
bred shame. Shame had no place in his marriage, no matter what.

She
was beautiful and so incredibly natural in her submission. Sean wanted to make
this about her, but his own insecurities were showing. Sean wouldn’t easily
believe that not just one, but two people were willing to love him. His father
seeded his trust issues. Mase was saddened that those issues hadn’t waned over
the years. It seemed no matter how many promises Sean heard, he could never
fully bet his heart and trust another.

That
was why Sean played the dominant. It made abandonment less personal. If someone
left he could blame it on a difference of needs. It wasn’t because of him. It
was his demands. He was simply too demanding and the other were too weak.
Funny, that the same insecure bullying bullshit his father manipulated him
with, Sean now manipulated himself with. Dead and buried, but his words still
lived on.

Sean
lived by a code his father created, a code that showed no chink in a man’s suit
of armor. One would have to be allowed in to see that close, to see the tiny
cracks in the armor he wrapped himself in so tightly. So long as Sean walked
around intimidating others, no one would dare step too close and see that he
was just a scared little boy looking for someone to love him without
conditions.

Sean
glided his hands over Liberty’s arms and pressed her palms into the soft fabric
of the table. Her little breasts hung delicately in her shadow. He ran a hand
down her spine and paused. She breathed in, her eyes going wide, and Mason knew
Sean was touching the tight little pucker of her ass.

“Perhaps
I’ll fuck this little virgin ass of yours. I’m sure since Mason is such a
liberal sharing man he won’t have any objections.”

He
was wrong. Mason wouldn’t let Sean take her ass for the first time. Not because
he didn’t trust him to be gentle with her, but because he knew Liberty was
still testing her trust in Sean. It would add unnecessary stress to a new
experience and she’d suffered enough in her life that left her sexually
stunted. He’d spent years building up her confidence and courage to try new
things. He wouldn’t risk Sean setting them back. If that made him a control
freak, then so be it.

There
was a long moment where the two of them simply stared at each other. A faceoff.
Sean asserting his newly found authority over another man’s wife and Mason
affirming that while he offered the other man his wife he gave up nothing of
his own authority. Eventually Sean backed down, but played it off as if it were
by choice.

“No,
I think I want that hot little pussy milking my cock.”

Mason
relaxed. Sean took his length in hand. When they’d been a couple, just the two
of them, it had always been Sean who was in control. Sure they battled, a
steady game of king of the mountain, but in the end, Mason never minded giving
Sean power over him. He felt cherished under the other man’s control. But when
Sean broke his trust something changed inside of Mason. Sean would eventually
learn that they weren’t falling into the same old dynamic. There were many
levels of trust to be mended as they moved toward a healthier one.

His
attention was jerked to his wife at the sound of the breath leaving her lungs
in a quick feminine moan. He realized then that Sean had finally taken her from
behind. The other man’s hands didn’t hold her. No, they remained planted on the
wooden lip of the table, a clear display of Sean’s desires to keep him
emotionally separate from what was happening.

Sean
thrust his hips forward roughly, propelling Liberty’s body and jostling her
tits. A small grunted mewl escaped her throat with each hard pump of Sean’s
cock. She took it without complaint. He suspected she knew she wouldn’t come
and Sean would draw out his pleasure, taking from her body without
reciprocating, but she surrendered to him anyway. It was clearly Sean’s
intension to get that message across. His point was made.

Sean’s
hazel eyes stared hard into Mason’s. From his seat in the club chair several
feet away, he could seen Sean was angry with him. His eyes bore into his as he
bent over his wife. No doubt this complicated matters. Sean had a hard time
walking away from a challenge. He saw it as a sign of weakness. However, Mason
knew him well enough to understand that an invitation into a safe caring
relationship would terrify the balls off him. Liberty took every rough thrust.
Her blue eyes burned into his as Sean used her hard.

“Who
is fucking you?” Sean grunted as he pummeled her from behind.

“You
are, Sean,” she answered mechanically. Withdraw, thrust, withdraw, thrust,
Sean’s motions were sure and paced. He obviously intended to stretch her
tolerance, milk his pleasure for every drop.

“And
where is your husband?”

“Watching
us.”

“Watching
who?”

“You
and me, Sean.”

“Tell
me what he’s seeing.”

“He
is watching his lover fuck his wife.”

Mason
hid his smile.
Very good, Liberty Bell.

Sean
appeared a bit thrown off by her reply. While Mase held no shame in his sexual
appetites, Sean still struggled with accepting his own. Her blunt label of
calling him Sean’s lover had shocked Sean, thrown him momentarily off balance.
Sean regained his composure and roughly grabbed Liberty’s hips. His pace
increased, and Mason could see a bit of his control slipping.

He
plowed into her and pressed her shoulders lower on the table. He now yanked her
slight form into each thrust. He was being rough, but Liberty could take it.
Mason was very aware of his wife’s comfort and was an expert in reading her.

Sean
began to pant and grit his teeth. Whatever he was searching for he wasn’t
finding it. Had he been looking for rejection? Better to have a fast death then
face the fear of what he thought inevitable? It was sad how little faith Sean held
in his own appeal. He was actually quite easy to love, yet could never seem to
love himself.

Suddenly
Sean withdrew from Liberty and released her from his grip. She staggered but
quickly righted herself. Mason sat a little straighter. Sean had better tread
carefully.

He
saw the frustration in Sean’s eyes. Sweat beaded along his brow that crinkled
in concentration. He forked his fingers through his golden hair and turned. His
dick was iridescent with Liberty’s cream.

Liberty
covertly looked at him in question as she caught her breath. Without alerting
Sean, Mason raised his palm a half inch off the arm of the chair and spread his
fingers wide as if to say ‘just give him a minute, let’s see what he does’. She
nodded ever so slightly and a tiny smirk skated across her lips
. Smart girl.
She knew exactly what was happening here. She understood Sean was trying to
alienate himself in a way that left him unaccountable.
Not. Gonna. Happen.