Her confidence returned, she gazed up at him with eyes that held more than a hint of twinkle. "I take it you intend to take me up on my…proposition?"
"I think I'd be a fool not to," growled Sebastian, uncaring of anyone who could be present as he pressed once again on her full, moist bottom lip. "I'd never forgive myself - and neither would Jax, if I turn my back on what we all want so much."
Brooke felt her heart could burst right then with all the hope and excitement surging through her system. As Sebastian pulled her up to her feet, she could feel that his excitement matched hers even though it was just that piercing blue gaze that darkened almost to black.
"We’re leaving. Now." he said thickly, brushing a thumb over her swollen trembling lips. "We need to talk to Jax.”
"Jax…is waiting for us?" Brooke asked with widened eyes, belly flipping over with joy.
Sebastian gave a crooked smile. "I think his parting words went along the lines of 'if you don't bring Brooke back with you, then don't even bother coming back.' And considering the fact we both happen to be living together, I don't think I'd like to be left homeless just yet."
His humorous words made Brooke's lips widen in a foolish grin. She felt warmed to the bone knowing that they truly wanted this as much as she did. Sebastian quickly paid for the coffee and they left, Sebastian virtually breaking the speed limit when driving them to their destination…
* * *
When they arrived, she found it wasn’t the club as she'd expected, but at a beautiful-looking loft Sebastian and Jax shared. It was situated in a building that had originally been a warehouse and had since been converted. Inside there were large windows, with a gorgeous fireplace and some of the original brick showing quaintly in some parts of the walls.
Despite its industrial feel the interior felt warm and cozy. Every item was simple and functional yet no less stylish. As much as its modern and minimal elements gave it the look of a bachelor pad, Brooke still felt its welcoming warmth. Which was all the more pronounced by Jax's look of pleasure when he opened the door and found her standing there with Sebastian.
Without even requiring an explanation, he drew her into his arms. The warmth of his strong embrace made her feel treasured, and at the same time, desired with hard, raw heat and wicked passion. Then his lips found hers as they kissed, really kissed for the very first time.
It was like being devoured in ravenous flames. To feel his desire, coursing like a tide of passion between them filled her with aching arousal.
Brooke was more than a little out of breath when Jax pulled away moments later. When she turned to the side it was to see Sebastian, with a corresponding look of raw desire in his eyes that she could see in Jax's.
And suddenly it felt so much like a dream she never hoped it would come to an end and she'd wake up, cold and alone. Now, here - with Sebastian and Jax she felt like she was where she belonged. It wasn’t a chance she'd ever take for granted; telling herself she'd hold on to this double chance at happiness - for as long as she could…
* * *
Brooke slipped beneath the hot, reviving shower with a deep sigh of contentment. She closed her eyes, letting the spray sluice over her. Slowly the aches from her body slipped away, leaving a renewed sensual impulse that had her skimming her sensitive areas in circular motions of enticement. Her nipples, her belly, her hips and the puffy mound of her sex…making her wish she hadn’t left her two lovers asleep in bed.
But right then, as if conjured by her thoughts Jax appeared, broad and hugely solid through the shower door, that lethal, knowing smile on his handsome face. His dark hair was messy and loose from sleep, giving him a rough and sexy look that stole away her breath.
He kissed her mouth with hunger, just as Sebastian slipped in quietly behind her, his large hands palming her tits as his lips molded to her neck. The instant excitement they brought to her even months after she'd moved in with them, made her tremble. She'd never get used to the way they made her feel.
"I didn’t mean to wake you both up with my shower," she half-gasped as Jax's lips peeled from hers.
"You didn't," Jax said, eyes teasing. "It just didn’t seem fair to let you have all the fun."
Brooke couldn’t help but purr in agreement.
Now four masculine hands replaced hers on her body, the echoes of sensation resounding louder, sending vibes of pleasure through her senses.
Her breasts were fondled and teased, while their fingers filled her pussy. Her own touch, small and eager played over every delicious male muscle, feeling her men shudder with pleasure at her bold caresses, stroking and jacking their turgid members. Lips suckled at her nipples, making her spine arch in stunning bliss.
When the fire raged to a consuming roar, none of them could wait. Strong hands on her hips hoisted her up so her legs linked around Jax's waist. His thick cock, hard as steel easily pierced her buttery sheathe.
"Oh! Jax," she gasped, one arm clutched around his neck. At this angle he butted to the innermost neck of her channel, propelling her ecstasy even higher.
Once Jax was implanted to the hilt inside her, Sebastian didn’t waste another second, as the tip of his equally big, hard cock nudged at Brooke's sphincter, his hands spreading her cheeks for easy access. Brooke hardly let out a breath, waiting for that moment when Sebastian, too, would fill her to the brim with cock.
"Is this what you want, beautiful?" Sebastian teased in her ear, making her shiver in so many ways.
"So much it hurts," was her panted response. "I never feel complete until I have you both deep inside. Please, Sebastian!"
With a low chuckle he thrust strongly, and Brooke let out a quivery scream as her anal channel was stretched with a honey-sweet invasion. She was able to twist her torso and reach for Sebastian lips for a deep kiss, her free arm wrapping around his neck. Now she had both her lovers locked within her and she held on tight to them both as they all began to move in a well-practiced rhythm.
Deep, velvet strokes. First slow…then faster. Harder. The spray of the shower brought on a steamy mist, cloaking all three lovers in a dreamy, carnal haze.
Ever submissive to the passion of her ardent males, Brooke reveled in their powerful lust. Her heart thundered, twin sensations from the thrusting shafts making her cry out till she was hoarse. Held firmly in place between them, her lovers slammed into her from the front and back.
Their lovemaking was as fierce as it had been from the very first time. Brooke could still remember when all this had been brand new territory to her. Being claimed by two lovers; to have them fill her full, claiming her as their own…coupled with so many other wicked thrills her lovers never tired of teaching her.
The dark enticement of such a passion was ever present, and Brooke knew deep down it would always be like this. Unchained, melodious and pure.
As her walls began to quake all around the length of their cocks, it was easy for her lovers to tell how close she was. They could read her body like a book, as she could do with them. Her men continued to pump inside and out of her, unleashing the full force of their lust and passion.
A ceaseless moan sprung from Brooke's throat as she was hurled toward the very pinnacle of pleasure. Torrent after torrent hit her, and after that there was no way to hold back as she was left quaking. Her orgasm billowed through her like monumental sails.
Her lovers urged her on, telling her to keep coming, till she had nothing left. To her deepest gratification, both her lovers soon reached their peak, making her holes begin to stream with their cum. They growled words of love and fulfilled passion in her ear and lifted the sensual wonder to an even higher purpose.
Once finished with their shower, her men dried her off with tender hands. When Sebastian rested his hand on her shoulder, and Brooke couldn’t help but smile at the look of possessiveness that crossed those devil-may-care blue eyes. "You’re stunning.”
It felt like so long ago that she had first walked into their home, cautiously optimistic, but still unsur
e of herself. When they had asked her to move in, she had quickly agreed, excited at what the future held for her and the two dangerously handsome lovers.
It had been a natural, seamless progression and they knew they had chosen well. Now as their woman and submissive, Brooke knew a fulfillment that renewed each passing day. Their unique relationship had grown and strengthened so very quickly, and just as she'd dreamed, they had a committed relationship that gave Brooke everything she needed…everything she could ever ask for.
She knew she had finally found a place in which she truly belonged.
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Heidi and the Kaiser
By Selena Kitt
Mousy little Heidi is a wanna-be designer who works as nothing more than a glorified go-fer for one of the largest and most well-known companies in the world of fashion. When she accidentally stains CEO Warren Kaiser’s pants, she gets two things she didn’t expect—a spanking…and a job. Kaiser hires her as his assistant, and her “training” proves to be quite a test of surrender.
Warning: This title contains erotic situations, graphic language, spanking, domination, submission, and an office romance hot enough to leave handprints!.
Chapter One
Heidi would do anything. That's what they all said.
She was little more than a glorified go-fer, anyway, running across town to fetch props for the shoot and two dozen hot coffees, or lugging cameras and equipment and trudging after the photographer. There was also making sure the models had exactly what they wanted, when they wanted, and how they wanted it. That was the worst part of the job.
"I said half caf decaf mocha latte!"
Heidi ducked as the tall, nude figure threw the full coffee towards the wastebasket but missed, the cup tipping over and leaking out onto the floor.
"I'm sorry." Heidi knelt to mop up the mess.
"Forget it." The woman snorted—Heidi thought the tall blonde's name was Daniella—waving her off. "Maggie!"
A short, pudgy woman hurried in from the front of the trailer. "I'm sorry, sweetie, Chloe was having problems with her straps."
Heidi slipped out of the trailer, leaving one of the coffee trays for the girls and took the other, going to find the crew.
"Argh! This is a latte!" Ty grimaced, handing it back to her and waving her off. "Not mine."
"I'm sorry." Heidi apologized again, knowing that she couldn't fix her mistake now unless she got back into the car and trekked the three miles to Starbucks.
Lenny, one of the crew, looked over from where he was setting up the tripod. "Ty, we'd better get the girls out here while the light is good. Where’s the artist? Wasn't she supposed to be here by five?"
Lenny came over and grabbed a coffee, smiling at her and winking. "Black. I'm easy, baby."
She smiled back, her eyes dropping to the sand. Her watch said it was 5:32 a.m. and the sun was just coming up over the horizon.
"Do you want me to get the girls?" Heidi sighed, glancing back at the trailer where the models were changing.
"Fucking Kaiser's coming out here." Ty fiddled with his camera. "I hate shoots when he shows up."
Heidi's eyes widened and she looked between them. "The Kaiser? Warren Kaiser?"
"Speak of the devil." Lenny pointed over Heidi's shoulder with his eyes.
Ty sighed, fumbling his camera, but not looking back. "Shit."
"He likes the swimsuit shoots," Lenny whispered to her as he passed.
"Gentlemen!" Warren Kaiser looked as out of place on a morning beach in his suit and tie as a poodle in the pound. "Let's start the engines, shall we?"
He strode toward them, swinging a finely crafted cane that sank into the sand as he walked. The cane could have served to give him a jaunty look, like old black and white movies, Heidi thought, or might even have made him appear older than his years, but somehow it did neither. Despite his salt and pepper hair, the man retained quite a youthful appearance, his eyes bright and sharp, and when his mouth twisted into a smile, there was something almost cruel about it. Still, he was attractive, his shoulders broad even in a suit. He seemed to fill the whole beach the moment he arrived.
Kaiser dug the point of his cane into the sand when he stopped short, leaning on it and crossing one foot in front of the other. The gesture was so suave and urbane it might have seemed silly had another man done such a thing, but this man…it seemed he could do almost anything without losing that bold sense of presence. That was it, Heidi thought, her breath catching in her throat when his gaze fell on her. He was fearless. Absolutely fearless.
"I'll go get the girls." Heidi avoided the tall man's gaze, but she felt them as she moved carefully around him, noticing the exposed bottom of his shoe as she passed.
"Testoni!" Heidi stared for a moment at the feather images hot-stamped into the soles. The man was standing on the beach, unmindful of the sand the toe of his fifteen-hundred-dollar shoe was resting in.
"God bless you!" Lenny snorted.
"Good eye." Warren Kaiser’s voice was deep and filled with a quiet authority Heidi had never in her life heard. The sound instantly drew her gaze upward and the man with the cane and the salt and pepper hair looked curiously down at her, his interest clearly piqued. His eyes were dark and quietly assessing her.
Lenny nudged Heidi's shoulder with his. "The girls—Daniella?"
"Going," she breathed, trying to make her heart stop racing.
She swore she felt the heat of the man’s eyes following her toward the trailer. Normally they set up the portable beach cabanas, but this was going to be a five day shoot, and there would be different models every day, so Kaiser had sprung for a trailer.
Inside, there was a flurry of activity, girls everywhere in various states of undress, the costume women tucking and folding and taping. Heidi took a moment to try to compose herself, blinking, her eyes adjusting, but all she could think about was the man on the beach, the one who had noticed her, if just for a moment.
“What do you want?” One of the models, a tall, lanky redhead, frowned in her direction.
"Daniella?" Heidi looked around for the tall blonde in the midst of bodies.
"She's in the bathroom!" One of the girls held her arms above her head, her breasts bare, as a costumer taped them together.
"Daniella?" Heidi knocked on the door. No one answered, but she heard the distinct sounds of vomiting. She knocked again. Nothing.
Making her way back through the flutter of activity, she discovered outside that Lenny had found a chair for Mr. Kaiser. He sat, his cane propped against the arm, his hands folded over his chest and his legs stretched out, his fifteen-hundred dollar Italian shoes crossed in the sand. Again, it was almost a ridiculous pose, but he pulled it off somehow.
"Lenny," she whispered, motioning to him. "I think Daniella's got the stomach flu. She's in the bathroom throwing up."
"That's not the flu!" He laughed, rolling his eyes. "That's Dunkin Donuts reversing gears!"
"Oh." Heidi flushed, noticing Mr. Kaiser watching them again. She could almost swear he was smiling at her naiveté, his head cocked in her direction.
"Heidi, come here!" Ty called. He was looking through his camera towards the surf.
"I'll get her. You go." Lenny nudged Heidi toward the photographer as he headed for the trailer. Heidi waited patiently while Ty fiddled with the camera. He glanced over at her, frowning, eyeing her up and down.
He pointed. "See that towel out there?" She nodded, shifting uncomfortably. Mr. Kaiser was still watching them and his eyes on her made her feel too small in her skin. "Go stand on
it." He looked through the camera again. "I need to get a reading, and I can't do it without a subject."
Heidi trotted obediently out to stand on the towel. From this angle, she could see Mr. Kaiser looking at her, tilting his head to the side so he could peer around Ty standing at the tripod. She wished he would stop looking at her. His eyes on her made her whole body feel flushed.
"Hey!" Ty looked over the camera at her. "Take off your top."
"What?" she whispered, knowing he couldn't hear her. She was flushed now, she was sure of it.
"Come on!" He waved his hand impatiently, looking through the camera again. "Let's go!"
Heidi glanced at Mr. Kaiser, who was leaning a little further now around Ty as she obediently crossed her hands in front of her and grabbed the edge of her t-shirt, wishing she had actually put on a bra this morning. Was she actually going to do this? Oh god, was she really?
She wanted to close her eyes in shame and become invisible, to run to the trailer and hide. They had asked her to do a lot of things, a lot of demeaning and degrading and humiliating things, but this—this was too much!
Mr. Kaiser’s eyes grew dark as she began to slowly lift her t-shirt—too slowly for Ty’s taste, and he kept calling her to hurry up, they were burning daylight—and something in the man’s expression suddenly shifted things inside of her. Mr. Kaiser gave a brief nod of his head when she hesitated, her shirt stretched just below her breasts, his jaw tightening, his lips curling into a cruel version of an almost-smile. It was all of that and none of it. She didn’t understand, but her shame and fear and hesitation disappeared. Kaiser was telling her, she was sure he was, that he wanted her to do it, and she did, pulling her shirt over her head and standing there topless, her flesh exposed for everyone’s eyes.
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