“If you had known what we held in store for you, would you have come here tonight?” Sebastian asked.
“So you were in on this from the beginning?”
“Right from the start,” Sebastian replied.
A long silence became downright uncomfortable. Wyatt took a seat on the sofa and directed her to the padded mat in front of them.
“Present here,” he said, pointing to the burgundy floor covering.
Reluctantly, Kimberly knelt before them. She bowed her head and closed her eyes.
“Relax, sub,” Sebastian said. “And look at us.”
She took a deep breath and stared at them as if she were eager to discover more about their terms but defiant enough to tell them to go to hell if the terms discussed didn’t meet her expectations or needs.
“In a moment, you’ll be required to fill out a medical history. Part of the questionnaire includes listing your lovers. If you leave anyone out, you will be punished,” Sebastian said.
“It’s important to remember I’ve been working with your family and Mitch for a while now. I may know more about your personal life than you realize.”
“My personal life revolved around Jason.”
“Did I ask you to speak?” Sebastian asked, his tone alarming.
Visible tremors shook her, and Wyatt was impressed. The little vixen responded well to an authoritative tone. He liked the evidence supporting the finding—hardened nipples and chill bumps on her arms.
Wyatt wondered then if Sebastian’s sudden change in demeanor had anything to do with his meeting with the Texans. One of the brothers had chuckled and readily admitted that he’d deliberately run up the bid. The other mentioned he wouldn’t have a Cartwell for love or money. The women were cursed, he’d said, too much trouble for any profitable return.
The Texans had definitely rubbed Sebastian the wrong way.
“You peeked,” Sebastian accused her.
“I did,” she admitted.
“And when you were watching me and I was watching you, what do you think I meant when I nodded at you and waved my fingers toward your crotch?”
Kimberly jerked. Sebastian moistened his lips.
“Answer the question, sub.”
“Give her a minute,” Wyatt said, growing more and more irritated by his sour mood.
“You wanted me to come,” she said.
“Yes,” Sebastian agreed, stroking his chin. “Why didn’t you? Were you embarrassed?”
“Really?” She resisted an outright laugh. “No, I wasn’t embarrassed.”
“What then?” Sebastian asked, scooting to the edge of the sofa.
Her gaze locked on his stretched slacks.
“Sub, answer me.”
She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “I was defiant. I felt like I gave everyone enough of a show. I only climax for my Master.”
“And who is your Master?”
“Certainly not Jason,” she replied.
“Who?” Sebastian asked, leaning forward.
Her gaze jumped from Wyatt to Sebastian. “And certainly not either of you.”
Sebastian leapt to his feet and rushed around the table. Standing so his cock was eye level with her, he grabbed her chin and held it firmly in his hand again. “Is that defiance, ridicule, an objection to this charity function, or outright rejection?”
“Can I make a suggestion?” Wyatt asked.
Kimberly and Sebastian locked gazes.
Sebastian’s brow furrowed. “Go ahead.”
“Let’s get the interview questions out of the way so the two of you can warm up to one another.”
“We’ve already warmed up to one another. Haven’t we, Sebastian?” Kimberly taunted him. “We’ve had years to let that hotness drive us to the point of madness.”
Sebastian’s nostrils flared. “Sexual frustration can lead to insanity. I’ve admittedly been on the brink.”
“I can see that,” she whispered, smiling.
Sebastian glanced at Wyatt. “Start the questions.”
“Great,” Wyatt grumbled.
Kimberly arched a brow. “Let’s get to it.”
* * * *
“Sit on the desk with your legs outstretched,” Wyatt said, pointing to the massive furniture located in front of a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf.
Following his instructions, she climbed on the furniture and scooted all the way to the middle, parting her legs and keeping her heels against the wood, her toes pointed up. “May I take off my shoes?”
Wyatt approached the desk. He untied the straps around her ankles and slipped off her shoes before placing them on the floor. “Better?”
“Definitely,” she agreed, exchanging a smile.
Sebastian stared at her pussy the moment her legs parted. “The soaked lace does very little to conceal her pussy lips.”
The pussy in question tingled and clenched.
Shaking his head, he seemingly forced himself to look away. A masculine growl filled the room, and Wyatt turned his attention to Sebastian. “Okay?”
Sebastian snorted at that. “Let’s start.”
“The interview process includes questions and demonstrations,” Wyatt explained.
“We’ll also give you some information. We’ll explain some of the reasons why we felt like a good match for you, and we’ll want to touch you throughout the process as well, perhaps even have you wear a few trinkets for us. Are you open to that?”
“The trinkets sound exciting.”
“You don’t,” Sebastian pointed out.
“How excited do you want me?” she asked, spreading her legs wider. Placing one hand behind her back, she twisted to a split position and pumped her body up and down, smoothing her pussy over the wood. “Will this work for you?”
Sebastian stared at the glistening moisture on the wood. His mouth fell open. His jaw set.
Kimberly kept rubbing herself against the furniture. “Hmm. God yeah, that feels so incredible.”
Sebastian rushed the desk. He took her by the arm and gently pulled her away from the furniture. “You’re an exhibitionist. I get that. I saw the proof with my own eyes. But what I want to know is what you’re doing here. You aren’t a submissive. You’re a fraud.”
She puckered her lips. “Careful, Mr. Ketchup, you’ll hurt my feelings.”
“Ketchum.”
“Whatever,” she mouthed. He’d pissed her off with his insult. If she wasn’t submissive, no one had ever been a submissive. She’d lived with Jason, craved him. Hell, she’d nearly worshipped the ground he’d walked on, and this man called her out as a fraud?
“He wants to know why you’re here, Kimberly,” Wyatt said. “Answer him.”
She further contemplated the accusations. “Has the interview started?”
“Yes,” Sebastian replied, his eyes gleaming with lust.
“Yes, I’m an exhibitionist. I’m here because I wanted to go on a date with Wyatt. I was intrigued by the benefit so I stayed.” She paused. She forced her gaze to the floor, a nearly impossible task considering she found the two men in front of her as arousing as a promised fuck after hours of sexting. “And I am, in all the ways that you would expect and then some, quite submissive.”
Sebastian returned to the sofa and motioned for Wyatt, who looked rather pleased with her response. Once they were seated across from her, Sebastian retrieved a legal notepad from the coffee table.
Kimberly shifted slightly, awaiting the first question.
Wyatt spoke first. “Do you enjoy suspension bondage?”
“Yes and no answers only right now, sub,” Sebastian said.
“Yes.”
“Do you like ball gags?”
“No.”
“Do you enjoy anal penetration?” Wyatt continued.
“Very much.”
“Yes or no,” Sebastian reminded her as his eyes darkened with her reply.
“Yes.”
“Do you like double stuffing?”
She felt a s
mile tug at her lips. Far more than either of them could imagine.
“Answer the question,” Wyatt said impatiently.
“Yes.”
“Do you enjoy spankings?”
“Yes.”
“Handcuffs?”
“Yes.”
“Nipple clamps.”
“Sometimes.”
“Sometimes isn’t an option,” Sebastian said.
She lifted her gaze and caught a burning stare from Sebastian. Wyatt appeared amused.
“If it isn’t an option, then no,” she said defiantly.
“Do you like to masturbate?”
“Every damned day.”
Noses twitched.
“Yes.”
Sebastian took a deep breath. “Keep your eyes on us now.”
Her legs throbbed as she resisted the urge to spread them wider. Her pussy quivered as she thought of the delicious acts they’d require at some point.
“Did you fuck Neely this morning?” Sebastian asked.
Wyatt leaned over his shoulder. “That’s not one of the questions.”
“It is now.”
“Yes.”
Sebastian held his head higher. “Why?”
“No.”
“Don’t be a smart-ass,” Wyatt said. “Answer him.”
“It’s a long story.”
“We have all night,” Sebastian told her.
“I was horny. He had passed out between my legs after working me over, leaving a dildo in my twat, and I wanted to fuck. Is that a sin?”
“Yes,” Sebastian replied. “With Neely? It is most definitely a sin.”
“It won’t happen again,” she found herself saying.
“That’s a given,” Sebastian said.
The two locked in a knowing gaze, and Kimberly felt her body relax in a way she hadn’t expected under this unique scrutiny. She took a ragged breath and said, “I had a little motivation.”
Wyatt cleared his throat and ran his hand through his short shag style. “Tell us about that motivation.”
She couldn’t help but snicker. These two may have been the best of friends, but they weren’t too good to play the one-up game. “I told you already, I imagined I was fucking you.”
Sebastian leaned forward and grabbed the water pitcher. He poured himself a glass of water and drank from the glass.
“And how was he?” Sebastian finally asked, laughter in his voice.
“Not as great as he could’ve been,” Kimberly admitted, deliberately staring at Wyatt’s cock.
“Back to the questions,” Sebastian said, taking control. “Do you like giving head?”
“Still yes or no?”
“Not this time,” Sebastian said.
“I love it,” she purred, moistening her lips and shifting her gaze between men. “I get off on it.”
Their expressions then were priceless. Their penises stretched forward as they each shifted uncomfortably.
“Go on,” Sebastian said, rubbing his hand down the length of his erection.
“I like to tease a man with my tongue, tease and taunt him until he can’t help but grab my hair and slam my mouth against his groin. I love the feeling of a swollen crest tapping against the roof of my mouth. I get off on the power, the control.”
“Submissive, hell,” Sebastian grumbled.
“I’m submissive in ways you can’t even imagine,” Kimberly said, wondering what they would say or do if they knew just how submissive she was willing to be for them.
“Explain,” Wyatt said.
“Can we come back to the explanation portion of this interview?” she asked.
“No,” Sebastian replied.
“I don’t think you could handle my response,” she said flippantly.
“Try me.” Sebastian showcased a heavy look of guarded lust.
“I want to be controlled in every facet of my life by a Dominant who deserves my trust and loyalty. I need a collar around my neck. I want his love, admiration, and devotion,” she said, slipping away from the desk and walking to them.
“I need to know I’m important to my Dom or Doms, if that’s my destiny, but I also long to hand over control in every aspect of my life.”
She cupped Sebastian’s cheek. “I want to wear one of those remote-control dildos and know he’s thinking of me throughout the day because of the sudden volts of exquisite reminders pulsing through my body whenever he believes I need to be reminded of him.”
She moved on to Wyatt and lifted his chin with her fingertips. She focused on the swell of his cheek, remembering how he’d defended her and fought Jason. Had any other man, other than her brothers-in-law, stood against Jason?
She spoke from the heart then. “I need to know I’m important enough to be punished and rewarded, because only then will I understand the true power of his love, only then will I be able to surrender to fate and offer my submission as his love slave.”
Wyatt jerked. Sebastian released a guttural growl so intense, so fierce, she knew she’d struck a nerve and left him with more to ponder than he’d ever even begun to consider.
After a moment of silence, she turned with intentions of returning to the desk.
“Wait,” Sebastian said, rising to his feet. “You’re serious about all this?”
“Is that on your list of questions?” she asked.
“Did you just describe the kind of relationship you hope to find, or are you toying with us?”
“How many subs do you know that have the kind of control that I demonstrated tonight at the auction?”
“Several,” Sebastian quickly assured her.
Wyatt frowned. “I don’t know too many.”
“I guess it just depends on the circles you frequent,” Kimberly said.
Sebastian bracketed his arm around her waist and drew her against his chest. Cupping her full breast, he roughly dragged his thumb over her extended nipple.
She flinched in heated response. He grinned in absolute satisfaction.
Walking his fingers between her breasts, he slid them to her middle, caressing the skin he could touch through the webbed material. Finally, he dipped his hand lower, found the snap at her crotch, and released the bodice.
A sudden movement assured her that he hadn’t appreciated the fishnet stockings. He stripped them from her body before plunging his fingers inside her center, rotating them around and around.
“I frequent the circles that interest me,” he whispered against her lips.
“I see that,” she hummed, throwing her head back and allowing him access to her neck rather than her lips.
To her surprise, he rammed his fingers inside her. Her body sprang forward, but Wyatt caught her head, weaving his fingers through her hair and studying her face as Sebastian worked three committed digits deep inside her channel.
As her pussy pulsed around his fingers, she let herself imagine what it might be like to have these men in her life, what it might be like to believe in the possibility of a committed relationship like both her sisters had enjoyed.
The thought of the previously unimaginable drove her into a new realm of possibilities. Her body was thrown into a violent orgasm. A hard-pulsing climax left her rocking against Sebastian.
“Let go, sub,” Sebastian said, driving inside her. He worked his hand against her pussy, pushing inside her channel, twitching his strong fingers right to left as he wrenched them inside her.
A sudden scream was torn from her lungs as his plunging fingers jerked inside her. He manipulated her orgasm and his attempt was understood as deliberate. The speed with which he stabbed at her center quickened then slowed. He went deep then shallow, rotating his fingers in sync.
“Oh God!” She clawed at Wyatt’s arms as she dug her fingernails into his jacket, desperate to hang on to someone as she rocked forward, drove her hips back, and slammed against Sebastian’s hand once more.
“That’s it,” Wyatt said, whispering against her chin as she pleaded, begged.
“Pleas
e don’t stop,” she breathed, her legs threatening to collapse under her.
Sebastian knelt in front of her, holding her hips as he wiggled his fingers, pumping them furiously into her cunt. “Oh fucking damn, woman, you are something to appreciate.”
His mouth hovered over her opening. He blew a stream of hot air over her pussy, and the shock of his lips being so near left her trembling in Wyatt’s arms. She tried to move closer to the mouth hovering over her snatch, a breath away from delivering an intimate kiss.
One orgasm subsided and another closed in fast, but Sebastian’s assault was complete. Leaving one finger tucked inside her folds, he stood, hooking his middle digit as he rose. “That was fucking amazing.”
Kimberly blinked in confusion as she tried to catch her breath. Had he really enjoyed pleasuring her this much? Had he gained satisfaction from her fulfillment alone?
If so, what a man!
She collapsed against Wyatt and whispered, “I could get used to this.”
Chapter Nineteen
Sebastian was wise to the fact that his relationship with Kimberly would progress rapidly, but he’d expected to maintain some element of control at the start. While she freshened up in the restroom, he turned to Wyatt, searching his friend’s face for answers.
“Don’t look at me,” Wyatt said. “I was afraid it would be like this.”
Sebastian shoved his hands through his hair, bunched the strands behind his head, and reached in his pocket for a rubber band. Once he secured his hair, he let out a moan. “I think she remembers everything.”
“About you buying her time at auction?” Wyatt asked.
“Yes.”
“She told you before, she has a foggy memory.” Wyatt frowned. “There isn’t a doubt in my mind now. Jason was drugging her. You were right about that. No one could understand why she stayed with him. Even she doesn’t fully grasp why.”
“You don’t think she realizes she was drugged?”
“The mind is a complicated mass of justification tactics,” Wyatt said. “Somewhere deep inside her subconscious, she may realize something was terribly wrong, but her loyalty to Jason forces her to excuse any wrongdoing. She may even believe she was drunk.”
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