Breaking Perfect (35 page)

Like
a caged tiger, Sean paced away from Liberty and back. He wouldn’t look at
Mason. The tension made the air heavy, like a great fog choking one’s breath
away. Finally seeming to reach some sort of decision, Sean stomped to a spot
just in front of Mason.

“Come
here, Liberty.” She stood and slowly walked toward him. “On your knees.”

Liberty
gracefully dropped to her knees without objection. No matter how much Sean
loved being dominant, Liberty’s submission obviously irritated him in that
moment. He clearly wanted to break her, make her cry out so that Mason would
call halt. If Liberty felt like she was being pushed too hard or too far she
would have no problem stopping Sean. Things continued because she was as
determined to prove their acceptance of Sean as much as Mason.
 
They made an unbeatable team and Sean would
soon come to accept it.

“Open
your mouth wide and suck my cock. You
will
take all of it this time.”

Sean’s
cock was long and thick. Even Mason had a difficult time accommodating him in
oral sex. There was no way Liberty would fit all of him without gagging.

She
opened her mouth and Sean locked his hands behind him. He was forcing himself
to hold back. In the past, Sean would have grabbed a woman’s hair and held her
to him as he fucked her mouth, but his restraint showed he was still aware of
her comfort no matter how much he growled like a beast. Liberty’s mouth closed
over him.

“Deeper!
Suck it all. Don’t make me fuck your mouth like I did your cunt.”

Her
eyes shut and she leaned in. Her dainty fingers wrapped around the outside of
Sean’s rugged thighs as her head began to bob up and down. Sean’s head tipped
back and he grunted. “Yes. That’s it. Suck it like you mean it.”

She
began to move faster at his words, and his hips occasionally jerked forward as
if beyond their own volition. Mason noticed wetness spiking Liberty’s lashes
where her eyes pressed tightly closed and knew she was pushing herself to do as
he asked. He wanted to tell her she’d done enough and been wonderful, but knew
she would resent his interference. She needed to prove this to herself as much
as they both wanted to prove it to Sean.

Mason’s
gaze crawled over her body as fierce possession took hold of him. Remnants of
her arousal slid down the inside of her thighs. They were close enough that he
could smell the scent of sex seeping from both their pores. It was intoxicating
and he had to fight to remain seated, stay physically apart from what he was
being forced to witness. He so wanted to join them.

The
muscles in Sean’s tanned neck bunched and corded. His abs trembled as his toes
curled over the carpet. He was fighting it.

“Stop,”
Sean growled.

Liberty
froze, Sean’s cock balanced on the pillow of her lower lip. Her eyes opened
wide and she looked up to him and waited.

“I
told you I wanted you to take it all. Now do it. Take me to the back of your
throat.”

She
swallowed. Her pink tongue flicked past her lips. Hardly moving, she nodded.
Still looking up at him she slowly closed her mouth over him once more and
began taking him deep to the back of her throat.

She
moved up and back a few times to slick her way and when she forced herself to
take him to the hilt Mason saw her shoulders tense and knew she was struggling,
her throat likely working to reject Sean’s intrusion. She tried again and her
body reflexively jerked away. Her eyes began to tear. She sat back on her knees
to catch her breath.

Mason
gritted his teeth. Liberty didn’t like being unable to do things. He could see
this frustrated her. Rather than praise her for trying, Sean shook his head,
and cupped her jaw.

“Open.”

She
did.

Sean’s
hips pumped in quick succession over her tongue. He held her face in a way that
allowed her little movement or control, but Mason recognized the gentleness of
his grip. He was incapable of hurting her, just as Mason knew.
 
Sean’s other fist gripped his length and
pumped his cock hard in and out of her mouth. Suddenly he stumbled back.

“Lean
back. Spread your pussy wide for me.”

Liberty,
with jerky motions, moved to do as he asked.

“Wider.
I wanna see that little pink hole.”

Mason’s
hands tightened on the arms of the chair at the sound of Sean’s crassness.
Liberty held herself open and Sean pumped his fist rapidly over his flesh and
grunted out his pleasure. The first ribbon of cum landed directly on the delta
of her pussy.

“Rub
it in,” Sean demanded. Liberty blinked, and then comprehended. Her fingers
moved over her clit and she rubbed Sean’s semen into her sex. The next two
shots landed on the flat of her belly.

Sean
was breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling. Mason waited, taking in the
scene for his next move. Something in the energy of the room changed. Liberty
wouldn’t climax, not because she was being denied, but because something
distracted her. He saw the compassion welling in his wife’s eyes. Her fingers
slowly stopped moving and returned to her sides. She sat, bathed in another
man’s cum, spread in a position of complete deference.

Sean’s
breath echoed through the study. He finally looked down and Mason took no
pleasure in seeing Sean’s regret in what he’d wrought. His features twisted.
Mason knew Sean’s conscience battled with shame and his stubbornness insisted
he show no regret, but this wasn’t a proud moment.

His
jaw ticked as he looked down at Liberty who was no longer looking at him, but
had lowered her gaze to the floor. Mason’s head was angled in her direction,
but his eyes strained up at Sean, waiting. Sean’s eyes glazed with unshed tears
and Mason felt the moment Sean regretted asking for an audience for such a vile
display of coldness. Coldness that was artificial when in reality Sean was
incapable of intimacy without emotion.
 

“There,”
he barked at Mason, the sharp word a racket in the otherwise silent room. The
air throbbed with awkwardness. “How does it feel to get your wife back covered
in another man’s seed? Hope you’re happy, because after letting me use her like
that I sure fuckin’ am.”

Sean’s
words were cruel, intended to wound, but there was no mistaking the way his
voice cracked at the end of his statement, the last word coming out in a hoarse
whisper. His words were a lie. His lips pressed together and his glassy eyes
flickered under his blond lashes. He suddenly turned and stormed out of the
room.

Liberty
said not a word. After the door slammed and Sean left, she looked at him and he
sighed. “Are you okay?”

“He’s
upset.”

“Yes,”
Mason agreed. “Why don’t you go take a shower and a nap? I’ll be up soon to lay
with you and we’ll talk about all this. Sound good?”

Liberty
nodded and slowly began to stand. He could tell her muscles were already
growing stiff. Mason stood and helped her off the floor. Looking into her eyes
he gently caressed her cheek with the backs of his fingers. “I love you,
Liberty. Sean has some demons of his own to deal with. He’ll never disrespect
you like that again.”

“I
know he didn’t do it on purpose. He was trying to make us give up on him. I
don’t want to give up on him. Do you? He needs someone to love him, Mason.”

Mason
smiled. His sweet little wife. “No, Lib, I don’t want to give up on him. He
doesn’t have to trust our arrangement from the beginning, but he also cannot
abuse it.”

It
suddenly occurred to him that she may be hiding some sort of shame behind her
concern for Sean. He trailed his finger through the moisture coating her tummy.
“You were wonderful, Lib. You’re such an impressively strong woman. I’m proud
of you.”

She
smiled under his praise and he leaned down to kiss her gently. She sighed and
relaxed into his hold. Mason made sure to show complete acceptance of what she
had done. He didn’t approve of the cutting words Sean had chosen, but he
understood why he tried to be cruel. So did Liberty, thankfully.

He
pulled away slowly. “Give me about an hour and I’ll be up. Try to get some rest
before I get there.” She nodded and gathered her belongings then left him
alone.

Mason
pulled in a hard breath, letting it out on a long sigh. He looked back at the
pool table and shook his head. It was going to be a long hour.

Chapter Fourteen

Sean
entered the guestroom and slammed the door. He looked down and suddenly
realized he was still without pants. His eyes went to the packed bag on his
bed. He marched forward and angrily unzipped the duffle and yanked out a pair
of jeans. Unbidden, an image of Liberty flashed in his mind, kneeling before
him with blind acceptance in her eyes and his mark on her belly.

“Fuck!”

He
threw the duffle off the bed and fisted his hands in his hair. Tossing the
pants aside he turned and sat on the edge of the bed. He was such a pathetic
piece of fucking shit! He needed to think. The door clicked and he looked up to
find Mason standing there watching him.

“I’m
leaving. I just need to get dressed.”

“Where
are you going?” The calmness of Mase’s voice irritated Sean to no end.

“Like
you fucking care.”

“Of
course I care.”

He
scowled at him. “Why? After what I just did, why the fuck would you care?”

“Because
I care about you.
We
care about you.”

“You’re
a fucking moron then.”

Mase
folded his arms over his chest and casually leaned back into the wall. Sean
hated the way he looked at him as if he could see right through all his
bullshit.

“What
did you think would happen, Sean? If you actually were able to break her will,
did you think you would be able to just walk away knowing you hurt her?”

“I
did hurt her,” he growled.

Mase
shook his head. “She’s stronger than you think. You never did get it. After all
this time and all your useless chest thumping, you never did figure it out.
Submission, trusting someone enough to let them take the reins, is where the
real strength lies. Power’s easy when it’s given without question, with
complete trust.”

“She
should’ve never trusted me and you shouldn’t have trusted me with her.”

“I
don’t regret it.”

“Like
I said… moron.”

“You
wouldn’t hurt her, Sean. I know you too well to buy into the hardass act.
This’ll never work if we can’t be honest with ourselves and each other. How
about you being honest with yourself for once? Because we all see you in there
hiding from the truth and we love you and accept you, the way you are, not the way
you were ‘expected’ to be.”

“Yeah,
honesty is why this won’t work,” he scoffed.

Mason
shook his head. “You may be fooling yourself, but you aren’t fooling me and you
aren’t fooling Liberty. We see your fear.”

“I’m
not afraid.”

“Sure
you are. Love is scary. It’s a free fall into the keeping of someone else, a
sort of surrender. You think I wasn’t afraid at some point in my life that the
person I loved would suddenly abandon me or crush me when I allowed my
vulnerabilities to show? Being abandoned by someone you trust with your heart,
someone you trust to love you no matter what, is worse than any form of hate.
It’s the
indifference
that kills you, their ability to simply walk away
from something like it’s nothing when it meant everything to you. It sucks. I
should know.”

Sean
looked down at his feet. “I already apologized for the past.”

“You
did, and I appreciate your apology. I’m glad you finally get that you were
wrong, but it doesn’t change what happened any more than your father’s death
changed what you are inside. You’re the same person you were when he was alive,
the same person you denied yourself to be. That’s always been you. Don’t you
think it’s time to be honest with yourself? We all fear we’ll somehow be
ostracized or condemned, but you get to a point you gotta care about your
happiness more. Put all the fear away. There is no judgment here.”

“I
hate that there’s a part of him inside of me. All my life I tried to earn his
approval and I never even liked the bastard. I’m so afraid I’ll end up like
him.”

“Then
stop trying to live by his standards, my boy. Some people are just incapable of
love, Sean, but you’re not. You’re not him. I saw you tonight. I saw the moment
you barked out a threat you couldn’t follow through with. I watched you force
your hands behind your back so you wouldn’t be too rough. You won’t allow
yourself to hurt the people you care about the way he did. You’re stronger than
he was. Christ, look at your career choice. You help people recover from
injuries while he spent a lifetime dishing them out. You’re running from a
demon that isn’t chasing you. Give yourself credit for having freewill. You
chose not to be like him and you’re not. And now he’s dead. It’s time to let
his expectations go.”

“You
don’t know what’s in my head.”

“Tell
me. Do you think it’ll scare me off? Make me love you less? Not going to
happen, Sean.”

“This
won’t end well, Mase.”

“It
may never end at all.”

“Everything
has a shelf life.”

“Well,
why not wait for the expiration date before you throw it all away?”

“Thank
you, Doctor Phil. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta get dressed.”

“Because
you pushed too hard?”

“Stop
psychoanalyzing me. You aren’t that kind of doctor so stop actin’ like you
are.”

A
bit of Mason’s calm fell away. Yeah, Sean was lashing out like a hurt child,
but he didn’t want to hear this shit. Sean had to hear about his faults all his
life from his old man, never once feeling good enough. And now the bastard was
dead and he’d lost his chance to ever see pride in his father’s eyes.