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  "What?” Her eyes were so wide in her face he almost felt sorry for her. But not too sorry. She'd benefit from this, too. Wasn't she the one who had been bored with their plain vanilla sex? He berated himself for not doing this years ago. Maybe he'd have saved their marriage.

  "Did I give you permission to speak, slave? Either of you? You may only say ‘Yes, Master’ and ‘No, Master'. You may speak now, slaves."

  Her flesh pink, her lips quivering, she seemed to brim with excitement despite her veiled eyes. She scooted to the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide, thrusting her swollen pussy into Tommy's face. “Yes, Master."

  Towering over both his lovers, he commanded, “Tommy, you eat her out."

  "Yes, Master."

  "Play with her boobs. She likes that."

  "Yes, Master.” Tommy reached up and began to knead her nipples even as he dove face-first into her pussy.

  Brand rolled on a condom, lubricated it, then worked his cock into Tommy's tight arse. He clutched the man's firm buttocks and plunged in and out to the rhythm of Stacey's moans.

  He watched as Tommy's tongue greedily lapped the folds of Stacey's flaming red sex, as he buried his face in her cunt and made her writhe with ecstasy.

  Jealousy, hot and furious, stabbed Brand's heart. But he reminded himself he owed Stacey, that an apology was made of three parts and making amends was part of it. Maybe if she had another lover, she could forgive him his and they could start afresh. God, he missed her so very much. Not just in his bed but out of it. These past couple years had taught him that sex was nothing without romance and love. It was just a job like any other.

  Tommy thrust his hips back, impaling himself on Brand's cock, and Brand let himself be lost to the mindless pleasure. His moans became louder than his partner's. His body became a conduit of pure delight. He closed his eyes and forgot everything, everybody but the man in whom he resided, with whom he was one in body.

  He erupted, and his cum exploded like a gunshot. He ground his hips against Tommy's arse until the spasms stopped. He pulled out, pulled off his condom and tossed it aside, and then washed himself before joining Stacey on the bed, and taking her big tit in his mouth, suckling it.

  She turned her face towards him, questions, hurt, and passion warring in her eyes. He released her breast and took her chin between his hands. Then he plundered her mouth, reclaiming her as his.

  She screamed into his mouth, but he wouldn't release her. He brought her hand to his cock and wrapped her fingers around it where they belonged. He gazed deeply into her eyes. “Are you okay with this? All of this? Tommy and me?"

  She paused for a heartbeat as conflicting emotion flickered in her eyes, then she nodded. In a raspy voice, she murmured, “Yes."

  Knowing she was spent, he released her lips and commanded his other lover, “Get behind me and fuck me. It's your turn."

  "Anything you say, lover.” Eagerly, Tommy put on a condom and mounted him and then entered his arse.

  Breathless, on fire, he told Stacey, “Get beneath me. Suck my cock."

  She nodded and slid off the bed. She took his bare penis in her mouth. His cock came to life, and he wanted to see if it could be even better. “Stop sucking me. Get up on the bed, woman."

  Without a sound, she obeyed. As if reading his mind, she spread her legs wide and smiled up at him. “Pull out for a moment, Tom. We're going to try something new."

  Brand mounted Stacey in the old missionary position, and he drove into her. His heart soared, and he knew she was his soul mate. Their spirits were one despite all the obstacles and lost time.

  "Tommy, mount me again.” He'd seen other threesomes pull this off but he'd never tried. He was anxious to see if it would work. This way, they would all know ecstasy without anyone being left out.

  Tommy worked his dick back into Brand's arse, wielding it expertly.

  Brand was so hot from his two lovers, he was going to blow up. Unable to hold it in, he came with a giant wave, his seed gushing into his ex-wife, no apologies. It was where it belonged, where it had always belonged. It kept coming in waves, gushing down their legs, flooding the bed.

  Tommy screamed and thrust one final, powerful time into him, and Brand held onto Stacey tightly, not daring to let her go.

  Stacey nibbled his ear and whispered, “Isn't this supposed to be a BDSM scene? Where's the BDSM?"

  He whispered back with a grin. “BDSM is fun, but sometimes, I just want to make love to you, no games. We could tie you up and both fuck you ‘til you scream for mercy, if you're up to it?"

  She poked her finger in his chest, her expression inscrutable. “Don't think this absolves you of shagging all those other women."

  He sucked her lower lip into his mouth and tweaked her nipple. Then he said in a low voice, “We're not married anymore. You can't hold those against me. I was never unfaithful to you."

  "I could only hold something against you if we were together again ... Still, I have to think you'd never be happy with just one woman, with just me..."

  He drew in his breath at the question in her voice. “Do you want us to be together again? Is that why you're here?” With all his heart and soul, he willed her to say what he longed to hear. He so desperately needed to hear it.

  "I don't know why I came. I was ... compelled. I couldn't stay away, despite my better judgement. I missed you. I missed ... us."

  Tommy cleared his throat as he pulled out of Brand. “This isn't true confession time. Let's tie her up and give her what she'd dying for—two big cocks. Double penetration. Double the lovin'."

  "Is that what you want?” She gazed deeply into his eyes as she stroked his face. “What about all this?"

  Tommy clucked as if he was getting irritated. “Are we going to do this or not?"

  Brand motioned for Tommy to back off as he let his gaze adore his wife. “Not. I've got something way more important that needs doing."

  Tommy raised his head and called, “Chuck! Tell him he can't do this. We're in the middle of a shoot."

  "Cut!” Chuck stomped over and stood over them, his hands balled on his hips. “What's this all about? Why is it messing up our shoot?"

  Brand grabbed Stacey's hand and dragged her behind him. He tossed over his shoulder, “Hold it ‘til later. Throw it away. Do whatever you want with it. I don't care. I'm finished, I quit."

  Stacey gasped but followed him, smiling.

  Chuck chased after them, his footsteps pounding the floor. “Wait! Why are you doing this? What'd I do?"

  Brand was in no mood to explain himself to anybody but his wife. But since Chuck had been decent to him, he stopped. Squeezing Stacey's hand in assurance, he blew her a kiss. “Meet Stacey, my wife."

  Chuck sucked in his breath then whistled loudly. “Your wife? Stacey? This is Jasmine Marie."

  "AKA Stacey, my ex-soon-to-be-wife again, if she'll have me,” Brand murmured, praying he'd be granted this one fervent wish.

  "Your wife? Ex-wife, I mean?” Chuck pushed his unruly hair away from his eyes. “Beam me up, Scotty."

  The smile on Stacey's lips reached her eyes and the sun shone forth. Her grip tightened around his fingers. “We need to talk in private, and if we can work things out, I'll have you."

  "If?” His hopes dashed, and he wanted to punch something. The room started closing in on him, and he couldn't stomach looking at it and all it represented. This wasn't his life. It certainly wasn't his future.

  "Excuse us.” He tugged his wife after him until he found a private room. He tossed her the first piece of clothing he saw then draped himself with a dress, grimacing at the irony. If she rejected him again, he didn't know what he'd do. He damned her for coming back into his life, for turning it upside down again.

  Her mind boggled, Stacey gulped. “Am I dreaming?” She covered herself with the robe he'd thrown in her face. Still, barefoot, naked beneath the terry cloth, she felt weird.

  Brand crossed the room, tying a dress across his midsection, looking damned
hilarious with the sleeves dangling between his legs. He rubbed his bald pate. “I'm the one who should be saying that. You knew who I was. I was blindsided."

  "Like I wasn't blindsided seeing you on the internet fucking all those twits? Or just now, seeing you fuck Tommy? What was I supposed to think and feel?"

  "Touché! I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't even know you knew.” He reached for her hand and caressed it. He bent on one knee before her and gazed up at her, love clouding his eyes. “Can we get past all this? Can we get back to a safe place?"

  "Safe? What do you mean?” A frown tickled her lips. They obviously had a lot of history to get over if they were to consider a future.

  He rested his cheek on her leg and slid a hand up her thigh. “Maybe that's the wrong word. You have to admit this isn't exactly a sane situation, or the ideal place for a proposal."

  A chortle escaped her even as frissons of awareness struck her anew. “You can say that again.” One glance around the room revealed a storehouse of BDSM equipment and other sex toys. It was as if they'd slid into a different universe. This was nothing like their former lives.

  He climbed up her body and took her into his arms, his face level with hers. Embracing her in his arms, he muttered against her lips, “Can we try again?"

  Although she wanted nothing more than to yell ‘yes!', she had a lot of questions, one in particular. She waved her arm in a wide arc to encompass the studio. “Can you give up all this? Or do you plan to stay in the business? Are you too addicted to sex to give up other women ... and men?” It almost killed her to say it, especially the last part, but she had to clear the air. “You tell me."

  He cleared his throat, a million thoughts colliding into each other. He gathered her closer, breathing in her essence, knowing she was all he wanted or needed. “I want you ... us. None of the rest of this matters. I'll walk out of here today and never look back."

  She cradled his face in her palms and gazed deeply into his eyes. She searched them and found her answers. “You'd do that for me? You wouldn't miss it?"

  "The only thing I'd miss is you. Being with you. All this,” he swept his arm dismissively about the room, “means less than nothing."

  "But it's your job..."

  He scowled and swore under his breath. “Are you trying to drive me away?"

  "No...” God, she was messing this up. “I just want to be sure. I want you to be sure. We screwed this up once before, I don't want to again. If we start over, I want it to be forever."

  He plundered her lips and moulded her to him. After drinking of her deeply, he pulled back. “So do I. I won't bore you again?"

  Pain slashed at her, tearing open her wounds. Bleeding inside, she said on a whisper, “I'm so very sorry for that. I was young and foolish. I didn't know what a good thing I had—that we had. Can you ever forgive me?"

  "I can if you can forgive me all this."

  Suddenly, her heart felt light and carefree. She could do that. “Done. But what will you do?"

  A self-conscious laugh escaped his lips. “Well, I've earned a bit of money. I think we can afford to survive while I figure out what to do next. Maybe I'll produce my own TV show."

  She arched her brows not sure she liked that idea.

  "Or maybe not. Maybe I'll get that engineering degree I've always dreamed about."

  She liked the sound of that better. “Sounds like a plan. Plus, I still have my day job."

  "We'll make it,” he said with a wink. “So long as we're together, we can survive anything."

  She tweaked his chin, needing to ask, “So, do we finish this shoot?"

  Surprise flashed in his eyes. “With Tommy? But..."

  "But what? Maybe the occasional play date will keep the spice in the relationship. After all, if you hadn't done this, if I hadn't seen it, we wouldn't be here today."

  "Are you sure? You're all I want and need."

  "Just testing. How about without Tommy? And I get to wear the mask. After all, I have a day job..."

  His grin grew. “I think I can talk Chuck into letting us. Tommy may be a little let down..."

  She feathered his face with kisses. “Tell Tommy you're all mine. Forever and ever."

  "And ever.” He released her and sauntered to the door. He paused in the doorway. “You are going to marry me again, right? Just checking."

  Giddy, she nodded. As she started to answer, he shushed her with a finger to her lips. “Before you speak, know the only response you're allowed is, “Yes, Master."

  "Yes, Master,” she said, meaning the words with all her heart and soul.

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