Mastered 2: Ten Tales of Sensual Surrender Read online

  Ty and Noah have kept their kinky side under wraps, adjusting to a new person in their relationship. But Noah knows they have to let Ty’s Dominance out to play if they’ll ever find a way to be together.

  Sex and kink are great, but the tangle of emotion gets in the way and doubt begins to erode their triangle. When Ty’s fears drive him to run, it will take both Noah’s firm hand and Tasha’s sweet surrender to close the circle.

  Copyright 2015 Emily Ryan-Davis & Jennifer Leeland

  Table of Contents

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  About The Author

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  Dedication

  Thank you to all the wonderful authors that have worked so hard on the box set “Mastered 2” that has kicked off this story especially Opal Carew.

  Thank you to Melissa Blue who provided sanity in the midst of chaos as well as kick ass graphics and covers.

  Thank you to Rebecca Hill, editor extraordinaire, who manages last minute miracles.

  And finally to Romance Divas, that safe haven for romance writers.

  Chapter One

  Noah stretched his legs and answered an email, his fingers struggling with his phone’s virtual keyboard to get the damn words down. The hospital noises were routine now and he barely noticed the sound of the call lights and requests for doctors on the P.A. system. Natasha should be out for lunch by now, but she often ran late since she was a conscientious person who was dedicated to her job.

  The holidays were over and winter had slammed Baltimore with snow for over a week. With the cold weather, the hospital was busy with patients. It didn’t keep the staff from giving him the side-eye every once in a while. After all, he probably looked a little dangerous with his tattoos and shaved head.

  It was a good thing that Natasha didn’t have an issue with his intimidating appearance. On the contrary. She seemed to revel in it. How she could find Noah’s hard-ass exterior attractive and also be head-over-heels for his long-time lover, Ty, he’d never know. But Natasha was a treasure.

  It was their kink that had brought them together, though lately that had taken a back seat.

  There she was. Natasha strode through the double doors, her bright-blue scrubs emphasising her blue eyes and blonde hair. Her gaze roamed the waiting room and she lit up when she saw him. Damn, she was stunning.

  He rose as she practically skipped toward him, clearly happy about something. All Noah could think as he watched her was that he wanted to keep that look on her face forever. “Good day?”

  She grinned. “I helped deliver a beautiful baby boy today. He’s only a pound, but he’s a fighter.”

  “One pound? Isn’t that dangerous?” Noah opened the door to the cafeteria as they headed in for something to eat.

  “Very,” she answered. “But Caiden will make it. I know it.”

  “Speaking of premature, Ty has a room booked for us at Master A’s house for the weekend.” Noah put his order in and waited while she put in hers. He wasn’t sure how she’d feel about going public with their threesome.

  Sure enough, Natasha had a crease on her forehead. “He wants to play with me in front of other people?”

  “You know he won’t if you’re not all for it,” Noah reassured her. “But we’ve been together for four months now and we haven’t played at all. I know that’s not what you came all the way out here for—”

  She reached out and touched his forearm. “I’ve gotten so much more than I hoped for.” When she smiled and dropped her gaze, Noah wondered if she knew how hard she made him. “I came here for Ty. You were a surprise.”

  “An unpleasant one, I know,” he said, half serious. Was she still interested in him only because of Ty? Or did they have something of their own now?

  “No,” she said slowly. Her gaze met his and he read the need there. “Not an unpleasant surprise at all.”

  He inhaled deeply, trying to hang on to his control. The expression on her face, the way her fingers still rested on his skin, drove him crazy. “Keep looking at me like that and you’re going to be in trouble.”

  With a sassy toss of her head, she sat back in her seat and broke the sexual tension. “I love being in trouble. I miss it.”

  “I think Ty knows that. He’s got a scene all planned for us.”

  She rolled her eyes. “I can only imagine what you two cooked up.”

  “He hasn’t given his dominant side full rein in a long time.” He grinned at Natasha. “He’s been a little busy.”

  Natasha chuckled. “I’ll bet. I’d like to see you keep him busy,” she said with a sexy downturn of her gaze. “What will you be doing while he’s dominating me?” she asked, her gaze still on the surface of the table.

  Did she have any idea how appealing she was at that moment? He wanted to drag her into his arms and drive her to her knees. Those downward glances inflamed him. “What do you think?”

  Her face flamed and her breath caught. “I don’t know. Watching?”

  “Is that what you want?” he demanded to know.

  She cleared her throat. “No.” Her stare was fixed on the table and he gripped her chin to make her look at him.

  “I know. You want Ty to dominate me.” He shook his head. “Not gonna happen.”

  “No. I was hoping you’d...well...help Ty.” Her voice broke.

  “Help him?”

  “Okay, okay. More than help him.” Her laugh was warm, happy. The sound arrowed straight to his heart, not his dick. Noah steered clear of that thought.

  Their conversation switched to Noah’s work on steampunk costume items and the upcoming holidays. These lunches had become a gateway for him into Natasha’s mind and, hopefully, her heart.

  It occurred to him, as she waved her fork in the air, ranting about the latest administrative dictates regarding per-patient ratios, that she had trusted Noah and Ty with a lot. After all, she hadn’t known Noah at all when Ty had suggested this cozy threesome.

  Only two nights earlier, she’d begged Noah and Ty to let her watch the two men make love. He remembered her words as clearly in that brightly lit cafeteria as if she were repeating them again.

  “Let me watch you make love. Not fuck. I want to see how you feel.”

  The two men had been nonplussed, but had done as she asked, touching each other, loving each other. She had watched, her riveted attention driving Noah to want to drag her into bed with them at the climax of their lovemaking. It had been sweet, erotic, forbidden, and Noah had been intensely aroused by her attention.

  Still breathing heavily from his collision with Ty, Noah had followed his impulse and pulled Tasha toward him, settling her between himself and Ty. She’d allowed the men to strip her and touch her the way they both wished. Ty had reached over Natasha’s shoulder to pull Noah closer, kissing him as their woman clung to them both. She’d laughingly protested, saying she hadn’t wanted to be part of the moment, but surrendered to their insistent demands.

  “You’re not listening.” Natasha’s blue eyes were sparkling.

  He studied her for a moment and she flushed. Yeah. She knew what he’d been thinking about. The sex between the three of them had been incredible. “I apologize, Natasha. I can’t help it that I look at you and think about being inside you.”

  She gasped at his blunt words and her gaze swept down. “How am I supposed to go back to work and stay focused when you say things like that?”

  He gripped her hand across the table and waited until she lifted her head to meet his stare. “You’re not. I would love to put a bullet inside your sweet pussy, with the remote in my possession, and drive you crazy all day. But I wouldn’t want to distract you from the job you do, because I know those little babies depend on you.” He stroked her knuckles. “So I’ll have to content mys
elf with disrupting your infamous calm at lunch.”

  “You certainly know how to do that,” she said breathlessly.

  She gobbled up her food and rose to leave. “I have to get going. I’ll be home around seven, okay?”

  Home. She’ll be home. That was the first time she’d said it. Usually she said, “See you at seven.” Or, “I’ll be off at six.” She was calling Noah’s house “home”. And he liked it. A lot.

  He got to his feet and gripped her arm. Before she could protest, he drew her into his embrace and pressed his lips to hers. Her mouth was warm and willing, testing his control as she always did.

  When he backed away, he studied her relaxed features. “I’m glad about Caiden.”

  She smiled and touched his face. “See you tonight.”

  As she threaded her way through the cafeteria to head back to work, Noah considered the changes she represented. For seven years, he and Ty had been together. For the most part they’d been happy, but there had always been something missing, some piece of the puzzle Noah had never been able to find. Natasha had been that piece.

  Still, it was a lot to deal with for all three of them. Noah was a supremely confident person ninety-nine percent of the time. But when it came to Ty, and now Natasha, Noah was wracked with self-doubt. Maybe the best thing was to step aside.

  No. Natasha had come to mean a lot more to him than Noah had thought possible. If he could figure out a way to make this work, they might all get what they wanted.

  * * *

  Pacing was not going to help his peace of mind. Ty flung himself into a chair and clenched his teeth. What the hell was wrong with him? Everything was perfect. Noah had accepted the possibility of a threesome. Tasha had accepted the possibility of a threesome.

  So why did he feel so completely pissed off that Noah had lunch with Tasha every day? Because he was old news to both of them. Tasha had known Ty all her life, as they’d grown up in the same neighborhood and were friends with the same people. Noah and Ty had been lovers for seven years and the last year had been pretty bleak. They’d started to drift apart, talking less and less, allowing life and all its complications to interfere with the love they shared. Ty had begun to feel as if he wasn’t giving Noah the full submission a Dom wanted, that he lacked the skills to surrender.

  Enter Tasha.

  He didn’t doubt that Noah loved him. He doubted whether Noah wanted to be with him. After all, there was Tasha, such a perfect submissive. Why wouldn’t Noah prefer her to Ty?

  The front door opened and Noah strode into the house as he always did. There was an air of command, of complete confidence, that Noah exuded in every situation. Ty was so jealous of that ability to just…take over. His own confidence was rusty, eroded by his inability to reconcile his Dominance and submission.

  “Where the hell have you been?” Ty snapped. Shit. That wasn’t what he wanted to do. But he seemed to direct all his anger toward Noah.

  Noah’s dark gaze met his. “My schedule hasn’t changed.”

  “And mine has, is that it?” What the hell was he doing? The last thing he wanted to do was push Noah away.

  “You and I both know what it means when you overbook yourself.” Noah dropped his keys on the kitchen counter. “I’m not the one who avoided the issue, dropped a submissive into the midst of our relationship and then became so fucking busy that we aren’t talking about shit.” When Ty’s Master used that tone, he knew he was in trouble. Usually, Ty would lower his stare to the floor. Not this time.

  “That’s bullshit,” Ty said sharply. “I’m here. It’s not as if you’ve gone without. I’ve been a willing hole, haven’t I?” Now he was deliberately trying to hurt Noah. Jesus. His behavior was appalling. He rubbed his temples and shook his head. “Damn it. Noah— Master— Fuck, I’m sorry.”

  His Master registered the hostility and nodded sharply. “I see it’s finally boiled over.”

  Abruptly, the anger surged back and Ty narrowed his eyes. “What the fuck does that mean?” He thrust his jaw out aggressively.

  “It means that you’ve had your head in the sand and now you’ve pulled it out and realize that things aren’t what you thought they’d be.” Noah didn’t back down, but stepped closer.

  Suddenly Ty realized his fist was cocked. Was he really going to try to deck his Master? No. He was going to deck a fellow Dominant. Why? Because the man was making moves on the submissive Ty considered his. Apparently he wasn’t very good at sharing.

  Noah nodded as if his lover had spoken the words out loud. “It was easier, wasn’t it? When she was all yours and had come to cut me out of the picture.” He sounded bitter. “After all, the idea of a threesome was just a fantasy, right?”

  All the anger drained away from Ty’s heart and he relaxed his hands. “That’s not true. I love you and I don’t want to lose you but—” He couldn’t say the words, couldn’t admit what ate a hole in his stomach whenever he gave himself a minute to think.

  “But what?” Noah shook his head. “It was a dream. I should have known it wasn’t real.”

  “Damn you, Noah, it is real.” He gripped his Master’s arm. “She wants you.”

  “She loves you.” Noah shook Ty’s arm off. “I’m the baggage that came with you.”

  “Master,” he said, and Noah slashed his hand down.

  “You can’t call me that when you don’t mean it.” He turned away.

  Ty lost his temper and grabbed Noah’s arm to whip him back around. “Listen to me. This was exactly what I was afraid of.” He held on as Noah tried to pull way. “No, wait. Do you want to get rid of me? She’s a better sub and you could easily—”

  The growl that emanated from Noah’s throat made Ty’s nerves jangle, but what stopped his mouth was when Noah moved like lightning to grip his hair. “I’ve never stopped wanting you. Never. What the hell do I have to do to prove it to you?”

  “Don’t fucking ignore me.” Ty realized he had shouted.

  Noah stared at him. “Is that what I’ve done?”

  “You never hesitated to dominate me when we had a female sub join us. But recently, even before Tasha emailed me that she’d discovered her submissive side, you watched. Just fucking watched.” Ty realized that Tasha might not have caused so much drama between the two men if he hadn’t already felt that something was wrong. “If Tasha hadn’t begged you to let her suck your dick, you would have watched that first night with her too. It was like you didn’t trust me to be your submissive in a scene if I was playing Dominant.”

  “I didn’t want to short-change you,” Noah snapped, and yanked on Ty’s hair. “I didn’t want to get in the way of that part of you.”

  “You made me feel like that part of me was wrong,” Ty snarled.

  The astonishment on Noah’s face was fucking gratifying. He hadn’t meant to make Ty feel that way. The conflict had been in his own mind. It was a relief because it meant Noah truly loved all of him, not just the parts that worked with his Dominance.

  Noah loosened his grip on Ty’s hair. But Ty reached up and held Noah’s hand to his head, a silent plea to remain linked. His Master threaded his fingers through Ty’s hair. “I love every part of you, you bastard. Why can’t you see that?” He dropped his hand away and turned his back on Ty.

  His Master. So willing to do whatever it took to make it all work between them, even if it meant bringing a woman he didn’t know into their relationship. Ty reached out and pressed his chest against Noah’s back. “I do see it.”

  Noah shook his head. “No, you don’t.” His smile was filled with pain. “You never have.”

  Ty stepped around to face Noah. “I’ve made you unhappy? Is that it?”

  “You fucking idiot,” Noah practically shouted. He never shouted. Ty’s eyes widened, shock making him still. This was his Master, the man who stayed in control no matter what. No one could be more confident and powerful than Noah. In seven years, Ty had never seen this side of his Master. Vulnerable, uncertain, on the edge.
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  It was probably sick, but Ty felt a little thrill in his heart to see it. It meant he mattered. He faced his Master and refused to back away. When Noah reached for his shoulders, Ty ducked into his lover’s arms and kissed him. For a heartbreaking moment, Noah’s lips were tight, angry, closed against Ty. Then his Master groaned and took over.

  Noah’s kiss always held a hint of violence. Now his possession was brutal, his teeth biting Ty’s bottom lip hard, the pain a welcome relief. There was no doubt who dominated, yet Ty gave as good as he got, demanding more from Noah than he had in a long time.

  Ty broke away and dropped to his knees. He tore open Noah’s jeans and yanked his underwear out of the way, desperate for a taste. There was no admonishment for Ty’s actions, done without permission. None of that mattered.

  When he took Noah’s cock in his mouth, Ty moaned, reveling in the way it filled him. He was rough and insistent, sucking hard and demanding Noah’s response. His Master’s growl was punctuated by the thrust of his hips, driving his length deeper down Ty’s throat. There was only one thing missing. As if Noah read Ty’s mind, his Master gripped his hair and held his head still, thrusting harder.

  The vein on Noah’s dick pulsed and Ty redoubled his efforts. Give it to me, damn it. Give it all to me. His thought could only be communicated by the pressure of his fingers on Noah’s thighs and a desperate moan.

  Noah’s hoarse shout was followed by the heavenly explosion of semen into Ty’s mouth. He captured every drop, determined to give his Master pleasure, to prove that he belonged to Noah and always would.

  Ty wanted to keep sucking Noah’s cock, cleaning it, savoring it. But Noah yanked his head away and pulled Ty to his feet. Noah claimed Ty’s mouth with a desperation and power that he never had before.

  When Noah broke away, the expression on his face rattled Ty more than any of his Master’s words or actions. Resignation. Despair. Sadness. Ty wouldn’t let Noah go, holding him. “No. Don’t turn away.”

  Their foreheads touched and Noah’s warm breath tickled Ty’s face. Noah’s voice was hoarse. “You want me to fully participate in this scene with Natasha.”