Page 16 of Their Little Sugar Plum
“Yep.” She squeezes my hand.
Once we get inside and the door is closed behind us, the three of us look back and forth at each other.
“I’ve wanted to share Mikayla—truly share her—with another man for a long time.” I grin at my girl before turning my attention to Mason. “It’s clear she has feelings for you. I’m assuming she said as much outside?”
“She did.” He clears his throat. “And Mikayla, I said it outside and I’ll say it again—I love you. I thought of you for a long time, even when I was trying to work things out with my ex. I tried so hard to make myself better for her, but ultimately, I was unsuccessful. Maybe I deserved Retta’s betrayal in the end, because a secret part of my heart was yours.”
Her eyes shine as she looks at him. “However it happened, I’m glad you’re here now.”
“I couldn’t handle sharing her with anyone else,” I say. “But I’d be honored if you’d join us, Mason.”
Mikayla laughs. “I feel like this is some kind of ceremony, where Jonah bestows his blessing upon us.”
“Jonah.” Mason gives me a serious look. “May I kiss your girl?”
Nothing would give me more satisfaction than seeing Mikayla happy, and this would make her happy.
Before answering, I kiss Mikayla—hard. Then I take the leash from my pocket and attach it to her collar. “Do you trust me, little one?”
“Yes.” Her soft brown eyes are wide and sincere.
I hold the end of the leash out toward Mason. “You can kiss her, and more. Let’s try this again.”
He leans in, tugging the leash to pull Mikayla closer. Just when I think he’s going to kiss her, he whispers, “What’s your safe word, little girl?”
She blushes. “Pineapple.”
“And how do you address Jonah, when in a scene?”
“Jonah, Sir, or Daddy.”
He nods. “You’ll call me Mr. Clark, Sir, or Daddy. Is that clear, young lady?”
“Mm-hmm.” She bats her eyelashes. “Yes, Daddy.”
Mikayla
Mr. Clark tugs gently on the leash. I follow him, expecting him to lead me to the couch or the bedroom. Instead, he takes me to the bathroom. Jonah follows us, but I don’t dare stop to look behind me.
Once we’re in the bathroom, Jonah lights several candles on the vanity. Mr. Clark turns on the bathtub faucet and stoppers the drain. Then he grips my leash and uses it to tilt my head back.
His lips meet mine in a kiss that starts off slow and soft and quickly turns scorching. He groans against me, pulling me closer. He widens his mouth, forcing mine open, and then his tongue tangles with mine. Warm and hot, searching.
I allow him in, my hands balled into fists at my sides. I’m afraid to touch him, to move, because I don’t want to break the spell. This kiss, this moment, is new, and I want it all so, so bad. But it’s also frightening.
Jonah comes up behind me, his body warm against my back. He tugs down the zipper on my dress. His warm breath raises goosebumps over the back of my neck, and then he’s kissing me there, while Mr. Clark kisses my mouth.
“Sweet little pet.” Jonah scrapes his teeth along the edge of my ear. “Let’s get this dress off of you.”
Four hands work at the fabric, tugging it from my body until the red velvet dress falls to the floor. My bra comes off next, and then the panties I’d put on before dinner. Mr. Clark unhooks my leash and sets it on the floor next to the bathtub.
I tremble, exposed, my nerves shimmering. The only thing I’m wearing is my collar. The tile floor is cold on my feet. Steam begins to fill the small bathroom.
Mr. Clark reaches to the tub and dips his fingers into the water. “Perfect. In you go, little one.”
The men help me into the tub. I thought we were going to fuck, but it seems Mr. Clark has other ideas.
He finds a hair tie on the vanity and pulls up my hair so it won’t get wet. His expression is heated as he kneels outside the tub and runs his gaze appreciatively over my body. “You’ve had a long day, Mikayla.”
