“You’re shitting me.”
“Never saw them again.” I stood and slid the skirt into place and zipped up the side. It was a perfect fit and I went and looked in the mirror on the dressing table. “They’d skipped town before, running from something or someone, but I’d been taking care of myself for years. In my mind that made it official.”
She urged me to sit in the makeup chair. She brushed my hair and I felt pampered and special.
“Chris had words with my father once on the phone. I’d had the guys in my life long enough to know honesty and friendship. Loyalty. They’ve always protected me, sometimes more than I wanted, but they’ve always made me feel good about being me. I sure never thought this would happen.”
“How did it happen, them reading your diary? Did you give it to them, they went snooping for it? What?” She set the brush aside and grabbed makeup and jewelry. “For years they couldn’t corrupt you but here you sit.”
“Jared accidentally took my diary and read the whole thing cover to cover. They…had starring roles.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she said with shocked disbelief. “Damn, I knew I should have properly prepared you, permission be damned.”
“Good lord, if this wasn’t proper then what is?”
She gestured at the table from earlier, making me blush. “I’d strap you to it,” she said without taking her eyes from mine in the mirror. “Rub every inch of your body until it glistened with moisture. I’ve got cinnamon oil I’d put here…” She brushed the skin below my ear and swept my hair aside. “And here…” She brushed the tips of my breasts through my shirt. They still tingled from her mouth. “And here.” Her hand moved across the portion of the skirt that rested highest on my thighs. I sucked in a sharp breath, remembering her stroking my pussy. “And the oil intensifies your desire until it gets so intense you’ll beg your masters to fuck you. Any way. Anywhere. In any position, with anyone watching.”
Hearing her voice was hotter than any aphrodisiac I’d ever had. The reality of what I was about to do overwhelmed me.
“Why not? Why aren’t I strapped to the table?”
“Because we told her not to.”
My head snapped to the doorway, where the guys stood right inside. Chris wore dark-brown pants and a cream dress shirt, unbuttoned except for the cuff links at his wrists.
Jared, on the other hand, wore a navy-blue shirt tucked into gray pants. All he lacked was a tie and a jacket.
They looked good enough to eat.
Jenna bent to my ear and whispered, “They’ve never brought a sub here before. I can see why. They have never stared at any of the other subs like they’re watching you. You are in for one rough ride tonight, sister. I’m jealous. I’m telling you.” She winked at me as I stood and faced the men. My men.
“Turn around,” Jared ordered.
I did what he commanded. Their gazes seared my flesh as I gave them a preview of what they were going to get. Jenna stood to the side in her femme-fatale glory. She would have drawn any man’s attention but Jared and Chris saw only me. Heat raced across my naked stomach.
“You guys aren’t allowed in here,” Jenna said. “You’ve never broken that rule before.”
“You’ve never had anything that belongs to us before.”
Belongs. Sweet mother, I liked the sound of that.
“Jenna,” Chris said.
“All right, all right. You two never let me have any fun. You’re worse than two junkyard dogs with a bone and twice as possessive. I’ll be here in a minute to finish so don’t take too long.”
“Close the door behind you and knock before you enter.” The command in C’s voice made me shiver. Jenna rolled her eyes but stepped over the threshold. She winked at me and left.
I immediately focused on the guys, who had walked closer.
Jared held up a box and opened it toward himself. “You did well earlier.”
“Was it a test?” The urge to wring my hands was strong but I balled them into fists.
“What we’re asking you to do isn’t easy.” I peeked over at Chris and waited. “Soon you’ll trust us to know what you need. But there are other people here you can rely on. Jenna was the obvious choice since the thought of one of the guys preparing you makes me want to punch a wall.”
I couldn’t remember seeing Chris jealous. Not ever, but it altered his features while he ground his molars together.
“We have something for you,” Jared interjected.
Jared slowly plucked a small, brown-leather necklace from the box. It was beautiful and obviously handmade. A delicate design of wings had been tooled into two pieces of leather. They connected in the front by a small bronze ring and a simple clasp secured it at the back.
My pussy throbbed but I tried to keep my reaction controlled in case it meant something different to them.
Jared sidled up behind me. An obvious hard-on brushed my backside as he lifted the leather over my head and held it up to my neck. I automatically lifted my hair for him. The warm leather hit my throat. It reminded me of how my rear had felt after he spanked it earlier. The cold ring bit into my skin until it heated. He secured the clasp and I released my hair.
Chris stood me in front of the mirror so we could admire the collar’s beauty. “Do you know what this is?”
“A collar,” I said after a heated pause.
“And do you know what it represents?” Jared asked.
“That I’m yours…and you’re both mine.”
“Our ownership around your throat. Always,” Chris added. “You don’t have to answer tonight but we already consider you ours.”
“I want to be yours. Both of yours. But do you expect me to obey all the time?”
Jared snorted. “No, baby, it’s not practical and we don’t want a slave. We want your submission when it comes to our pleasure.”
I opened my mouth but Jenna knocked and pushed inside.
“Are you decent or did you ravage her before I could get her finished? I’ve got to get her beautiful and you guys still have things to finish.” She stepped inside as Jared placed a soft kiss on my lips.
“She’s already beautiful.” Chris stared at the collar around my neck, ran a finger across it and then they left without another word.
My stomach was a mess of nerves.
Jenna noticed the collar and whistled. “I figured those boys had good taste, but damn.”
“What? Is it different than most?” I asked, feeling stupid for not knowing. I turned to the mirror again and admired the collar’s simple beauty.
“Those collars are one of a kind. They’re handmade and cost more than two thousand dollars.”
My mouth fell open but nothing came out.
“Now, let’s give them something to rock their worlds, shall we?”
I slowly inclined my head and circled the rings on my collar, certain my house had fallen out of the sky into another world. We are so not in Kansas anymore, Toto…
Chapter Five
In the mirror, a different woman stared back. It was me but I didn’t recognize her. My whole life, I’d been in good shape, liked my body, but this person? Well, damn.
Jenna had pulled my hair up into some complicated knot and secured it with a number two pencil so you could see the collar simply by opening my blouse. My makeup was understated. Utterly beautiful. My eyes were bigger, my lips appeared pouty and my legs were a mile high.
Simple earrings in a dark shade of brown hung from my ears, along with a pair of nonprescription glasses, making me look studious and a bit like a participant in a Teacher’s Gone Wild video. The plain white blouse set off my light tan and the red bra played peekaboo when I moved. I wore higher-than-normal black heels that were surprisingly comfortable and contrasted perfectly with the white stockings that gripped my flesh at the tops of my thighs. The skirt was so short a glimpse of black panties could be seen when I walked but it screamed flirty and fun.
Parts of my arms and neck were bare, most
of my stomach and about a two-inch strip of skin on my upper thighs below the short skirt. Earlier, I figured chains and leather would be involved, and only a tiny bit of each. But wearing more, covering the naughty bits, made me feel sexy. It ramped up my anticipation of Chris and Jared taking off each piece later.
“I’m speechless,” I confessed, examining myself in the mirror one last time.
“Your outfit will be sacrificed for the good of all us girls who aren’t gettin’ any. When you hear fabric tear, know that I gladly donate them to snaggin’ two hot guys.”
“Oh, I hope they don’t get ruined. They’re so pretty.”
I ran my hands along the pleated skirt as Jenna said, “Honey, if Jared and Chris gingerly take them off, I surely don’t know what I’m doing and will hang up my fairy wand right now.”
She walked over to her panel of goodies and brought back two brown-leather, fleece-lined cuffs. She secured one on my wrist and I froze. “Hey…you veered off into green territory. You nervous?”
“No, I’m good.” Trying to convince my heart those three words were true was going to be a challenge. It had slowed to a crawl.
“Inhale, exhale, Cyn. No fainting on my watch.”
As instructed, I took a deep breath and the panic slowly dissipated.
She stared at my wrist and backed up. “It was the cuff. Have you ever been restrained before?”
After I swallowed my anxiety, to gather my courage I decided to be honest…sort of. “It didn’t go so well.” Can you say understatement? I might as well have declared Niagara Falls a little creek along the borders of the US and Canada.
“Do the guys know?”
“Not exactly,” I answered. “I don’t want to be damaged goods to them.”
“Okay, it’s none of my business but I’m going to give you some advice that I wish someone had told me when I entered this world. You have to tell them what you want. Yes, you’re submissive. But if something genuinely freaks you out, you need to be upfront about it. You can’t build a relationship on jagged ground. How it all starts will absolutely affect the rest of your time together. The rest of your lives together if you’re lucky.”
“You sound like you speak from experience,” I commented as I watched her fasten the other wrist restraint. My stomach heaved and the sense of déjà vu was harder to ignore. I latched on to Jenna’s presence and that immediately calmed my frayed nerves.
“You have no idea,” she answered, her trademark wink surprisingly absent. “Just remember. No matter what happened in the past, this is Chris and Jared and they’ve waited a long time to bring you here. They want tonight to be perfect. So if you aren’t ready to rock the boat, fake it ’til you make it. Yes, you’re going to be nervous and uncertain but it can make the experience out-of-this-world good.”
She checked me over one more time. “Ready?” She held up a leash and clipped it to the front of my collar. She released the catch and the click made me jump.
“As I’ll ever be,” I mumbled. She led me out and I wanted to hide.
Nerves jittered up my spine and tingled at the top of my head. Too soon, the elevator dinged, signaling our arrival at the ground floor.
The cold A/C on my exposed thighs made me shiver. It could have also been the sight of closed doors along the corridor. What happens in there?
The possibilities were endless and my imagination had no off button. Fire play, deep-throating, pony training, orgies? The internet should have come with a warning label since I had a few hours to kill earlier.
“Smaller play spaces are here. You’ll be going to the left where the larger ones are located. To the right are public areas. The guys have classes pretty often on the main stage because it’s so big. Chris is one of the best Doms I’ve seen on a whip, he’ll have to show you sometime.” She winked and I’m sure it was supposed to be comforting.
A whip. Of course he had to be good with a whip and Jared’s favorite toy was probably a ball gag.
We entered a big open area with sea-green walls and I fought the urge to panic. A wooden stool called my name at a bar that took up nearly one whole wall.
It didn’t take long to get everyone’s attention since I was the only one dressed like a naughty librarian. It was a real possibility I might have to ask for a brown paper bag to hyperventilate into.
The furniture was probably beautiful but I couldn’t appreciate anything. The lush carpet would slow me down if I had to rush past all the well-dressed people to puke in one of the tall potted plants in the corner.
I was about to yank the leash from Jenna’s hands—
“Holy…fuck,” came from a vaguely familiar male voice. Nick from earlier eyed my fashion upgrade and my fleeing instinct took a backseat to pride. He hadn’t closed his mouth, nor had he moved from his barstool.
“So—what do you think?” Jenna asked, parading me in a tight circle. I caught the appreciative stare of an attractive man with a goatee behind the bar but didn’t maintain his eye contact.
Nick stood to his full height and stepped closer, inspecting my collar. “Not bad at all. You could tempt a saint.”
Jenna laughed softly. “And you would know this how? You’re no saint, from what I hear from Jackson, so don’t give me that monk BS. You get plenty of action with the club subs.”
“I’m willing to commit. For the right woman. You can help me out of my hedonistic ways anytime. Say yes and let me strap you to a cross—”
“In your dreams, Casanova,” Jenna responded flippantly then edged him out of the way.
We were on eye level due to my upgrade in footwear and when she hugged me, I held on for dear life. “You’ll be fantastic,” she assured me. “Fake it ’til you make it, ’kay?”
“I’ll try,” I whispered as she stepped back and handed the leash over to Nick. Everyone still watched us and I didn’t want to make any errors before the guys even saw me.
“Problem with the restraints?” Nick asked quietly. I hid my wrists behind my back self-consciously.
“Baby steps.” Jenna whispered something in his ear.
He simply nodded and I couldn’t help but relax. I’d thought he was going to ridicule me as the only sub in the place with a fear of bondage. A nervous laugh tried to break free but I ground my teeth together and tried in vain to calm down.
“Good luck,” Jenna said before giving me one hell of a goodbye kiss. She was softer than I’d imagined her to be. Her lips ate at my mouth, coaxing a reaction out of me until I melted into her. My tongue made its way inside and I tasted her.
It reminded me of her attention to my sex earlier. The orgasm that followed and the guys watching everything. I couldn’t help the needy whimper that passed from me to her.
Nick cleared his throat a bit on the loud side—to get our attention or keep the rest of the people focused on us? “You know the bosses are going to hear about this, right?”
She nibbled my mouth and my hand strayed to the curve of her ass.
“Yeah, but it’s worth it.” She winked at me one more time. My nervousness transformed into an ache that settled low in my pelvis. My skin tingled and I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth to taste her grape lip gloss as she walked away.
“That woman,” Nick muttered as he headed to the other side of the room. When the leash went taut, I followed automatically and kept my wrists behind me. “The scene you are about to enter has been designed specifically for you by your Masters. They’ll fill you in on everything else. Do you have any questions?”
Nerves ate at my insides but I didn’t want to reveal anything by speaking.
I shook my head and he nodded. He reached for the door handle and I braced myself for anything. He pushed it open and time slowed down. “Then welcome…to The Library.”
Wonder filled my bones as Nick led me inside.
For as long as I could remember, I’d wanted a library identical to this.
Mahogany bookshelves, at least twelve foot high, lined the walls from floor to ceiling.
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I linked my fingers tightly together to keep from running them along the spines of the books we passed.
We stopped several feet inside and I vaguely registered the door closing behind us.
No matter how I tried, I couldn’t focus.
A wide table filled with books dominated the center of the space. No other women sat in the chairs or the couches between the bookshelves, nor were any on the chairs beside the coffee tables scattered here and there.
Only me.
Imposing men dotted the landscape. Four stood together engrossed in conversation. They quieted when I moved farther inside but didn’t cease speaking altogether.
They were dressed similarly. Inky-black leather, no shirts, boots. Most of them had drinks. With how they were dressed, they should have looked out of place but somehow it fit right into my fantasy.
I made eye contact with one of them and quickly focused on something else. His lust scared me as much as it turned me on.
A closed door caught my attention on the left and possibilities of what it held made me squeeze my thighs together.
On the right, a ladder slanted against the top of two shelves, allowing access all the way up. I followed the rungs down, one by one, until my gaze locked with a dark-haired man’s. The tilt of his lips made my panties wet. I had a tough time remembering to breathe. He reminded me of someone I’d seen in passing at the gym.
His white shirt hung open, revealing a six-pack and a bulge straining the crotch of his leather pants. I couldn’t look away until another guy stepped out through an open doorway behind him.
An unfinished black tattoo adorned one side of his upper chest. He had slightly longer blond hair, which he tucked behind his ear, and he stood an inch or so shorter than the man next to the ladder.
When the blond caught sight of me, he said something to the guy with the white shirt. He didn’t answer, didn’t say a single word. Simply stared at his shirtless companion. Their power exchange intensified. It didn’t take a collar on the blond to know the man with the shirt was his Dom.
Tension increased until the Dom inclined his head in my direction. The sub headed right for me. I took a step back, running into Nick. I tried to flee but he tugged on my leash and the cuffs on my wrists, holding me in place.
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