That cannot be me. I’m too busy. My ability to take this weekend off was a stretch. On Tuesday, I’ll start my book tour, while trying to keep my client load the same. That will mean long hours when I’m home and several days a week traveling.
I lift my arms and tuck them behind my head, staring blindly at the ceiling. This may very well have been the worst, most unprofessional decision of my life. Not that I’m crossing any particular lines in an ethical sense. There’s nothing wrong with me inviting people to my home to help them work out their issues. There’s nothing wrong with me participating, dominating one or both of them, even having sex with them. None of that matters. That’s not the problem.
What matters is that I’m not disassociated. I knew that before my guests arrived. I was already attracted to both of them. It’s not just sex. I’m fucking hot for them.
I groan and close my eyes. Josie is going to be a precious little girl for someone. She craves that life of attention. I don’t think Grayson is the man who can provide her with that kind of nurturing. The man has his own needs that run counter to hers. Basically, he wants someone to take care of him, too. There’s nothing wrong with that. I’m just not sure there’s a middle ground for them.
It had been so easy to get Grayson to switch from his dominant mode with Josie to a submissive mode with me. He craves that kind of experience so strongly that he barely hesitated physically. I know mentally he’s fighting the ability to recognize that he can be a switch. I wonder why he’s so opposed to submitting. It’s incongruent with what I know about him. He watches other men submit. I’ve never seen him flinch at the club. His hang-up has nothing to do with some macho idea that all men are Doms. It’s something deeper.
And my God, something else happened tonight. I learned that Grayson likes to watch. He’s undaunted by another man touching his submissive. It turns him on. I had expected him to be uncomfortable at first, uncertain, hesitant in every way to let me play Daddy to Josie’s little. That wasn’t the case at all. He fucking got off on it.
Worse. His reaction fueled mine, making me hotter by the minute while our sweet girl submitted to my every wish. My dick was hard from not only reacting to Josie’s adorable acceptance, but because every time I glanced at Grayson, I found him practically drooling over the scene. I couldn’t be sure if he was getting off simply by playing the voyeur or if he wanted someone to do the same things to him.
I found out fast.
He’s not a little. That’s not the dynamic. He’s just a man who likes to be taken care of, and sometimes it doesn’t matter if the person who services is a Dom or a sub. His kink doesn’t care.
He might be receptive to both of us servicing him.
And what the hell am I thinking? I’m not in this equation. I’m here to help for the weekend. That’s it. It wouldn’t be appropriate for me to suggest otherwise. I need to get my head out of my ass and figure out a way for Josie and Grayson to acknowledge their needs and come to a common ground that will suit them both.
Tall order.
Shit. I’m growing attached. To both of them. That wasn’t in the cards. What is wrong with me? I knew it was a bad idea to invite them into my life before the words came out of my mouth. I’ve never offered to help anyone I personally would like to fuck.
I groan. It’s going to take a lot of personal strength to help Grayson and Josie figure out a way to stay together while keeping myself in check and not letting them know how badly I would rather just fucking keep them for myself.
It’s out of the question, of course. It’s not why they came to me, and I couldn’t do it even if I wanted to. I’m too busy. I’m not even going to be in town enough to do anyone justice. Not one sub, let alone two.
I’m still convinced they would benefit from a third. That would go a long way toward balancing their needs. They clearly love each other. I hate to see them split up. They need someone like me. Someone who can dominate both of them.
I run through all the available Doms I know at Surrender, trying to think of someone who could join them. I fail to come up with just the right person, and every time I visualize another man with them, I grit my teeth. I’ve got to get over myself. For one thing, Grayson and Josie didn’t sign up for this weekend expecting me to take over their lives. That wasn’t the plan. They’d be furious with me if I let them know I’ve developed feelings for them, or, God forbid, verbalized those feelings.
I groan, aggravated with myself. My job is to help the two of them find a balance. With each other. Not with me.
My heart feels tight and my cock is throbbing. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this kind of attraction to another person, let alone two. A longing. A magnetic pull. It’s fucking inconvenient since it can’t happen. I need to tamp it down.
If I wake up tomorrow to find our dynamic anything like the palpable one I felt this evening, I’m going to be in deep water.
Chapter 13
Josie
I wake up to the sensation that someone else is in the room, and as I blink my eyes open, I find Master Quinten sitting next to me, smiling. “Did you sleep well, princess?”
I nod. I did. Hard. I never even moved. I’m in the same position he left me in, suddenly acutely aware that my nightie is still tangled up around my waist under the covers.
He cups my cheek. “Master Grayson is making breakfast. I told him I would get you up and dressed while he cooks.”
My eyes widen. “Master Grayson is cooking?”
He chuckles. “Yes. I have every confidence he can manage.”
I have no doubt he can, too. Obviously, the man must have eaten before I moved in with him a year ago, but he hasn’t cooked much since then, so I know nothing about his culinary skills.
Master Quinten trails his thumb along my bottom lip, making me shudder. The intensity in his gaze brings my entire body to life.
I squirm beneath the covers, reminding myself that my bottom is sore from his spanking as my cheeks heat.
“Hey.” The voice comes from the doorway, and I jerk my gaze to find Master Grayson stepping into the room. He’s grinning as he looks at me, and I’m not sure when I’ve last seen him so relaxed. “I couldn’t find the coffee.”
Master Quinten motions him forward. “It’s in the upper cabinet next to the fridge.” He doesn’t look at Master Grayson as he speaks. Instead, he tugs the blankets down my body. “I was just about to examine this little girl’s bottom and make sure I didn’t strike her hard enough to leave lasting marks.”
Embarrassment floods me for no reason. They’ve both seen me naked. Master Grayson has hundreds of times. But even Master Quinten is familiar with my body now. But there’s something so carnal about them examining me.
The covers are fully whisked away, and Master Quinten rolls me onto my belly. “Can you turn on the overhead lights, please?”
I squeeze my eyes shut and fist my pillow as bright light fills the room. My bottom is fully exposed since the nightie is up around my chest. The delicious twinge of humiliation encompasses me as Master Quinten runs his fingers over my sore cheeks while Master Grayson leans over next to him.
“Pink but no bruising. In the future, when anyone spanks her, this is the goal.”
I can’t breathe as they discuss me, and the way Master Quinten tells Master Grayson how to either spank me himself—or crazier yet, have someone else spank me—after we’ve left this house makes my chest tighten. I don’t want to leave here. It took me two hours to get so comfortable in Master Quinten’s home that I never want to leave. It’s unrealistic, of course. But my heart is in my throat anyway.
Master Quinten stands, and I don’t know what sort of silent exchange happens between them because I’m not looking, but Master Grayson takes his place. He rolls me back over and then pulls my nightie over my head.
I’m so very naked that I shiver. “I’m so proud of you, Josie,” Master Grayson begins. “I want you to know your pink bottom is very sexy. Did you enjoy the burn after we left yo
u?”
I swallow, fighting the urge to cover my breasts. “Yes, Sir.” I don’t know where this sudden modesty is coming from. It’s irrational. I’ve never felt the need to cover myself in front of Master Grayson before. I’m not prudish at all.
Master Grayson lifts my arms over my head and then dances the tips of his fingers over my nipples. He knows that drives me crazy.
I arch my chest toward him, the delicious chill of arousal consuming me as I moan softly.
“I love how sensitive her tits are,” Master Quinten comments. “So pretty.”
“Spread your legs for us, Josie. Show Master Quinten how wet you get when I play with your nipples.”
I part my knees.
Apparently, it’s not good enough though because Master Grayson sets his hands on my shins, presses my folded legs up toward my chest, and then pushes them wide open.
I whimper. I’m so wet, and I’m certain my pussy is swollen.
“So pretty,” Master Quinten repeats. “Will you let me shave your sweet pussy this morning, princess?” he asks as he brushes a lock of hair from my forehead.
I’m mortified. “I can do it, Sir. I have a gel I use.”
Master Grayson presses my legs wider, his hands flat on my inner thighs. “You’ll do as you’re told, Josie.”
I suck in a breath at his tone, wetness now running between my ass cheeks. “Yes, Sir.”
He holds my gaze as his thumbs part my labia and stroke the swollen edges of my pussy. “You’re a needy girl this morning, aren’t you, Josie?”
I love it when he speaks to me like this. When he holds me down, strokes my sensitive parts, and talks dirty. “Yes, Sir.”
“I need to go back downstairs and start breakfast. I expect you to lie very still while Master Quinten shaves you, and if you’re very good while he removes every hair, maybe he’ll let you come afterward.”
My cheeks heat further. He’s holding my gaze so intently. “Yes, Sir,” I manage to whimper as a ball forms in my belly. I’m about to come without contact. I’m not sure I will be able to hold back under the intense scrutiny of Master Quinten while he gets close and personal with a razor against my sensitive folds.
I’ve been grooming myself since I first removed my hair at Sabine’s that night. I’ve used a hair removing gel like she had every time. The thought of an actual blade against my pussy makes me nervous.
As Master Grayson rises from the edge of the bed, I squirm. He glances at the bedposts. “Might want to restrain her this first time. I’m not sure she can keep her hands out of the way.” He smiles at me and then turns and leaves the room.
I’ve stopped breathing, and my eyes are wide as Master Quinten steps into my line of sight. “He’s right.” He reaches for the sheet at the end of the bed and tugs it free of the mattress. Before I can fully process his intentions, he takes one of my wrists and secures it with one corner of the sheet.
I gasp when he stretches my arm high above my head and wraps the sheet around the post. He rounds to the other side of the bed next, reaches over for the sheet, and pulls it to wrap tight around the other post. I’m full-on panting as he secures my other wrist. He doesn’t leave me any wiggle room.
My nipples are so stiff and tight that I can’t stand it, and there’s no way for me to alleviate the pressure.
“Be right back,” Master Quinten says as he pads from the room. He’s dressed in jeans and a white T-shirt that stretches across his back.
I pull my bent knees together against my belly, my pussy throbbing. I’m not sure I can do this. It’s so raw. I’m so exposed and…aroused. There is no way to ignore my reaction.
Master Quinten returns with a pile of items. He sets several things on the mattress next to me. I can’t look, and I bite my lip as he reaches for a spare pillow. I can’t think as he lifts my torso off the bed and tucks the pillow under my butt. A second later, he lifts me again to smooth a towel beneath me, too.
He taps my nipples with both thumbs. “Be a good girl and spread your legs wide for me. No one told you to close them.” He lifts a brow.
“Sorry, Sir.” I’m shaking as I force my thighs to part, letting my knees drop obscenely to the sides, wider than normal with the pillow under me.
“That’s a good girl.” He sits on the bed, angling his body so that he’s facing my pussy. His fingers dance along the folds. “So pretty. And so wet.”
I whimper. “I’m scared, Sir.”
He offers me a warm smile. “I know, princess. It’s hard the first time someone shaves you, but little girls don’t have hair on their pussies, do they?”
I shake my head.
“And Daddies like to make sure every hair is removed.” He strokes my labia, making me wetter. “I’m going to start here.” He pats the triangle above my clit. “And work my way down to your little bottom.” He taps my tight hole next, making me flinch. “Has anyone been inside this tight little hole, princess?”
I shake my head, mortified.
“What about toys? Do you and Master Grayson play with plugs or beads?”
“No, Sir.” My face is so fucking hot now.
“How do you feel about having sex with both of us at the same time, princess? While you’re here, you might as well experience everything you can. It will help you know what you like in the future.”
I swallow. My mouth is so dry. The thought of both of these Doms fucking me at once makes me light-headed. It feels naughty to admit I’m interested though.
“No reason to be embarrassed, princess. It’s not unusual for a little one to enjoy having two people pleasuring her at the same time.” He strokes my pussy again and then pulls the hood back from my clit. “I hear it’s a mind-blowing experience having both holes filled at once.”
I tremble and find the will to whisper, “I’d like to try it, Sir.”
“Good girl. I promise to do everything I can to make sure your tight little bottom is stretched and ready before we take you there.”
I draw in a breath. It hasn’t occurred to me that he might need to prepare me somehow. Now I’m wishing I could take it back.
He chuckles softly. “Don’t worry, princess. You’re going to love having your bottom stretched. After you get over the initial unnecessary embarrassment, you’ll see what I mean.”
I can’t move, and this is useful since Master Quinten releases me to grab a can next to my hip. He sprays foam into his palm, letting it grow a few seconds before spreading it on my pussy. After wiping his hand off on a smaller towel, he picks up a razor and flattens his palm to my pelvis, holding me steady.
I hold my breath while he drags the first stroke of the razor over my pubic hair. He wipes it on the small towel and repeats the same thing on the other side.
“You need to breathe, princess. You’ll pass out before I finish if you don’t.”
I draw in a deep breath and force myself to let it out while he continues. Maybe if I think of something else… Puppies. Kittens. Pussies… Shit.
He presses my skin tight as he finishes my pelvic area and shaves my labia next. I nearly die of mortification when he moves lower and drags the blade around my anus. He’s so clinical about it, and that helps. I try to imagine he’s a doctor and I’m a patient. At least that idea cuts down on the humiliation. Or maybe I’m kidding myself. I’m just adding to my fantasies.
Finally, he’s finished. “There.” He wipes the remaining shaving cream from my pussy, tugs the larger towel out from under me, and wraps everything up in the terrycloth.
Further unnerving me, he then examines his work, stroking me everywhere before parting my lower lips again and teasing the wet inner labia with one finger. “This might be the cutest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he declares.
I squirm, arousal flooding me now that he’s done torturing me with the razor.
He swats my pussy with one hand. “Stay still. If you can keep from wiggling off the bed, I’ll let you come before we head downstairs.”
I’m pulsing from the feel
of his palm having made contact with my pussy like a spanking. My clit is throbbing.
He smiles. “You liked that, didn’t you, princess? You like me spanking your little pussy, huh?”
I can’t respond. My mouth won’t move.
“Shall I do it again, princess?” He’s touching me again, but so lightly, I can barely feel his fingertips.
I’m drowning in need, my entire body shaking.
He leans closer, using one finger to circle my nipple until it puckers. “Tell me, princess. Do you want me to swat your little pussy again?”
He’s going to make me say it, and every second that passes I grow more aroused. I’ve never wanted anything more. I can still feel the imprint of his palm from the first time. I finally murmur, “Yes, Sir.”
“Yes, what, princess? Tell me what you want.”
I bite my lip. Holy fuck. He’s going to make me say it. What if I can’t?
He continues circling my nipple, teasing it mercilessly without touching the tip. His other hand is playing with my pussy, but not applying enough pressure nor touching me in any one spot for long enough. He meets my gaze. “You have two choices here, princess. Ask me for what you need or I’ll dress you and we’ll head downstairs without the orgasm you crave. I want you to learn to be a good girl and use your words.”
My entire body shudders once again. I’m dying here. I can’t imagine verbalizing what I want him to do, but worse would be if he left me without letting me come. I dig deep and find the words. “Please, Sir. Please spank my pussy again.”
He gives my nipple a firm pinch before releasing it. “Good girl.” And then his palm is on my pelvis again, and he lifts his other hand and swats my swollen sex.
I cry out. It feels so wrong and so good at the same time.
“Again?” he asks.
“Yes, Sir.” I’m panting.
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