by Mia Ashlinn
She would’ve complained. Really, she would have. But Deke slithering his hands underneath her dress and pushing the fabric up until he revealed her panty-less pussy wiped out her ability to talk. And when he ran one long, lone finger down her already moist slit, she was a goner.
“Tonight, we need to introduce you to our touch,” Deke informed her, sounding more like a professor than a lover. But his eyes, oh they burned. The fire crackling across the room had nothing on the heat in his sultry gaze. “You’ve been around us a lot. However, we’ve never touched you”—he paused to toy with the curls covering her mound—“like this. We want to make sure you are extremely comfortable before we go any further.”
Oh, yeah, she was comfortable. Not. Her body was wound tightly, desperately seeking something, stretching toward a place she’d never known. And she felt exposed, naked in a way she’d not been before. For goodness’ sake, she was covered from the waist up. Yet she felt as though she were lying bare in front of them.
“I’m going to hold you,” Adam whispered into her ear, the humid air tickling her lobe with each word he said. “Deke is going to fuck that hot pussy of yours with his tongue.”
“Oh, yes,” she moaned, shuddering when Deke disappeared between her quaking thighs.
Adam nipped her ear. “Do you remember your safe word?”
She nodded, speech eluding her once again.
“Good,” Deke said a second before he kissed her mound. Slowly, oh-so deliciously slowly, he worked his way lower until he was one kiss away from the top of her pussy lips. “Green?”
Closing her eyes, she sighed. And she waited. She fought for patience she didn’t seem to have. Her breathing sped up, quick, shallow pants pouring from her.
“He asked you a question,” Adam told her, amusedly. “You have to answer him or he’ll make you wait until the end of time.”
Oh. “Yes,” she somehow managed to squeak. “Sir,” she added when Deke still didn’t do anything.
“Good girl.” Deke rewarded her with a lick, the longest, most luscious lick of her life, his tongue skimming along her outer folds at a torturous pace.
Defenseless to the cataclysmic lust flowing through her veins, she clutched the couch cushions on either side of her, not giving a crap that she’d probably leave nail marks in them forever. Her back arched of its own volition, bowing so fiercely she feared she would slide right off Adam’s lap and onto Deke’s head. Not that they’d allow that. Thankfully.
Wrapping one thick, toned arm around her waist, Adam held her immobile while he nibbled on her neck. “She’s a very good girl. I have a feeling she’s going to be the perfect sub for us.”
Sarah moaned as Deke used his fingers to spread open her labia. “Yeah well, I have a feeling she’s going to end up naked and tied to our bed very soon.”
She shuddered. What should have scared her surprisingly didn’t. Even though she craved being bound and at their total mercy, she’d warned them that she wasn’t sure how comfortable she would be with it. Evidently, bondage wasn’t going to be a problem, if her whimpers were any indication.
Adam glided one hand around the side of her chest, and then, without hesitating, he slid it right under the delicate fabric and covered her breast. “Wonder what turns her on more? You licking her pussy or the thought of being tied up?”
She arched her back, this time purposefully, pressing her tingling nipple into Adam’s palm. “Both,” she croaked through dried lips. “Both. Both. Both.”
Deke chuckled, the vibrations echoing through her swollen flesh. “I like when our sub tells us what she wants. Too bad she only gets one of those things tonight.”
Sarah moaned. “Yes.”
Adam tightened his arm around her waist as he grasped her nipple between his big fingers. “It really is too bad,” he said, rolling the aching peak around and around in a slow-moving, sensual circle. “I guess we’ll have to make it up to her somehow.”
Deke hummed his agreement then sucked her clit into his mouth and tugged.
Ecstasy blasted through her, and she screamed, the unexpected orgasm consuming her entire body. She convulsed, her lower half bucking upward, but Adam’s hold stopped her. He held her still as Deke lapped the juices she felt spilling from her core in an embarrassing stream.
“Does she taste as good as I’ve imagined?”
As soon as Adam spoke, Deke pulled back from her, and she mumbled a protest. “Taste for yourself,” he ordered as he lifted up then covered Adam’s lips.
Instantly, Sarah’s protests were gone. Seeing them kiss just stole the complaints away. Their kiss wasn’t pretty. It was raw and earthy, carnal and lusty. And it was hot enough to burn anyone within a ten-mile radius. Lucky for her, she was within kissing distance. Burn, baby, burn.
Groans rumbled in their chests at the same time, sounding off in a strange yet seductive accord. Sarah’s body reacted to their carnal passion, her womb clenching and her breasts growing heavier, the turgid nipples standing more erect.
Goose bumps peppered her skin as the two men came up for air. She had a feeling, too. Her intuition told her that she was going to wake up every day of her life on fire for their bodies and in love with their souls. But she kept those two hunches to herself. They had other things to do, more important, more sexy, and far more satisfying.
* * * *
Seven excruciating, endless days later, Sarah lay in bed—alone—after awakening from yet another erotic dream about Deke and Adam. Her body was sweaty, unfulfilled and desperate. Her breathing was rapid and shallow. And she was burning, the blaze amplifying with each passing second. At the rate she was going, the fire would flame out of control before she could contain it.
Darn those two Doms. They were going to drive her to madness, if they didn’t do something soon.
Just last night, she’d thought they were going to take her body, to finally claim what already belonged to them. But they’d done what they did every night. Kissed her, touched her, and helped her find release. Then they’d left—again.
“Milk and mushrooms,” she cursed Sarah-style as she threw back the bulky bedcovers smothering her body. “What does a girl have to do to get laid? Sheesh.”
With a sigh, she flipped over onto her tummy and checked the alarm. When she saw the time, she groaned. Three a-stinking-m? Pickled fuzznuts. She wasn’t going to get any sleep. Normally, she only lost a few hours after she awakened from her naughty dreams of Deke and Adam. But that was because her nighttime fantasies didn’t usually start until around this time of morning.
Apparently, things had changed last night. Or my hormones have.
Getting so close to the Promised Land had inflamed her, and the fantasies had started as soon as her head hit her fluffy feather pillow. The dreams had seized her and not let go until she’d resurfaced in a disappointing reality, restless and aroused, with drenched thighs and throbbing nipples.
Kill me. Fuck me. Something!
Sarah giggled. Until the last week, she’d only cursed a handful of times, generally in the most heated of moments. But Deke and Adam were wearing off on her. It was probably the fact that they liked to talk dirty, and they wanted her to talk dirty, too. Heck, Adam had even started giving her lessons. Only she’d never actually uttered the F-word in front of them. It felt much better in her psyche, not out in the open.
Although, she was positive her non-dirty-talking ways wouldn’t last long. Deke wanted to hear her say fuck and pussy. And if he wanted to hear it, she would say it. She was a sucker like that.
Speaking of suckers, her mind wandered back to her dream. She’d been giving Deke a blow job. And oh gosh, he’d tasted so good—manly and powerful, intoxicating and drugging. Of course, she was going purely on fantasy. The Doms hadn’t let her suck their cocks. They said if she did, they wouldn’t be able to hold back. If only they wouldn’t hold back.
Without conscious thought, Sarah slid her hand down her already nude body and dipped between her weeping lips. She slippe
d easily through the folds, her juices aiding her desperate actions, and drove two fingers inside her pussy. The feel of her soft tissues like a vise around her fingers drove her higher, and she started to move—faster with each thrust.
Thinking about last night, remembering her dreams, she pistoned her hand into and out of her channel. As she burrowed inside, evidence of her arousal coated her fingers, the creamy moisture coating her flesh. Invade, retreat, invade, retreat—she repeated her actions until her body tightened, a vortex of feelings sucking her in.
Letting go, she allowed her body to feel the pleasure, to experience the ecstasy. And she went willingly into the whirling mass of hedonistic passion with a wail that strained her vocal cords until they cracked. She writhed wantonly, the sheets underneath her body bunching and sticking to her in the most annoying fashion.
As her orgasm ebbed, she collapsed atop the rumpled linens, panting heavily. Boy, that was worth the trouble it’s going to get me in.
Deke and Adam had forbidden her from masturbating. Every day, they asked her if she’d given into temptation. And until now, she’d been able to say an emphatic no. Well, not anymore. The lust had won. And at the moment, she didn’t particularly care that it had, either. Her body felt too good, too sated. It practically hummed with splendorous pleasure.
Sighing, she realized she was too everything. But she was mostly drowsy. Relaxing, she slid her eyes closed, permitting herself to fall into the deep slumber pulling her under.
* * * *
Resting in bed with Deke, Adam counted the reasons he shouldn’t call Sarah. Or he tried to. Number one, she’s probably asleep. Number two… Shit, is that all I can come up with? God, he missed her. Every day they were together, he grew more addicted. He fell further in love.
“Missing her, are you?”
Deke’s amused question brought a big smile to Adam’s face. “Yeah,” he admitted sheepishly. “Don’t you?”
“More than I like.”
Adam rolled his eyes. “One of these days you’re going to have to admit you love our sub.”
“I will—one of these days.”
Damn. Deke’s response caught Adam by surprise. He’d figured his partner would fight his feelings until he was drowning in them. Then again, it was Sarah—infinitely lovable, impossibly irresistible Sarah. God knew she was what the two of them needed. “Good.”
Silence descended over them, but Adam knew Deke wasn’t sleeping. He was probably thinking. Knowing him, he was overthinking and fretting.
Hoping to ease his partner, Adam turned over until he was on his side. “Hi there.”
Lying flat on his stomach, Deke rotated his head to face him. “Hi there.”
Adam grinned as he placed one hand on Deke’s back, rubbing the length of his spine. “How are you this morning?”
Deke chuckled. “Anxious.”
Adam knew exactly what his partner meant. They had plans for Sarah—big plans. And he was ready to start them—now.
What time is it anyway? Dying to know, Adam paused his hand mid-rub then lifted his head off his pillow and checked the clock on the table by the bed. Shit, it was only six o’clock in the morning. “Is it time yet?” he joked.
“You’re worse than a kid on Christmas morning.”
Adam grinned cockily. “Don’t act like you’re not excited.”
“I’m excited all right. Want to see?”
Adam loved the playful side he’d seen out of Deke lately. “In a minute.”
Rolling his dark chocolate eyes, Deke said, “Go ahead. Call her. But if she’s pissed about the time, your ass is the one going under the bus.”
“Ha.” He playfully pinched Deke’s ass. “When it comes to you, my ass is always under the bus.”
Deke growled. “Call.”
More than ready to talk to Sarah, Adam flopped over onto his back. He snatched his cell phone off the charger on his bedside table and started dialing. A second later, a sweet, sleepy voice came over the line. “Hello?”
He couldn’t slow his galloping heart, just like he couldn’t stop his slow smile. “Hello.”
“Adam?” she asked, the sound of sheets ruffling following close behind her voice.
He groaned. Was she naked like they’d told her to be? She’d better have listened. Otherwise, they’d have to spank her pert little ass for not following their implicit directions. Oh God. Spanking her gave him the hard-on from hell.
Beside him, Deke chuckled. “Someone giving you a hard time?”
Adam glared at his partner, mouthing, “Shut the fuck up.”
“Adam?”
“Uhh…yeah.” Shit, he was getting distracted. “I’m sorry to wake you up.” Damn, he sounded like an idiot.
“Oh. No problem, Adam. I was just dreaming about…”
When she trailed off, he swallowed convulsively. His cock was so engorged he waited for his flesh to fissure under the strain. Breathing through his nose, he succeeded in continuing their conversation—amazingly. “If I weren’t up thinking about you, I would be dreaming about you and Deke, too.”
Deke raised his eyebrows as he flipped over and revealed his massive erection. “Dream about this,” he demanded in a deep, gravelly voice that drove Adam’s lust even higher.
“Oh,” she breathed.
Adam licked his lips. Between Deke’s dick and Sarah’s breathy voice, he was about to fucking explode. “I needed to talk to you for a minute.”
“Sure,” she said, a smile evident in her melodic voice. “I love talking to you.”
“Me, too,” Adam murmured. “But I guess this is more of a request.” Or an order, if need be.
“Okay.”
He loved how she always said okay in her anxious yet eager voice. So did his cock. Damn. “We’ve made some plans for you today.”
“Okay.”
Oh yeah, love that word. “We need you to come to the club. Hale is waiting here to take you where you need to go.”
“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?”
“Nope. You’ll have to wait and see.”
“Can I talk to Deke? Is he up?”
Glancing next to him, Adam ogled the dick standing up like a skyscraper. “Yeah, he’s up.”
Chuckling, Deke caressed his huge, hard cock, his methodical movements holding Adam’s attention. The way his flesh moved with his hand, bunching then receding as he glided it up and down, had Adam reaching for his partner. He wrapped his hand around Deke’s, assisting him in his strokes. “He’s definitely up.”
“Oh.”
He could hear her blush through the phone, and he laughed. “Sweet pea, just head out here. We won’t be around much through the day.” Not that she would want them there anyway. When she found out what they were up to, she’d want a little alone time with her surprise.
“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
Thank God. He was hungry for a glimpse of her, even though it would probably be through Wyatt’s precious LCD computer monitor. “Oh, and, Sarah, pack an overnight bag,” he said.
“An overnight bag?” she parroted.
Closing his eyes, he imagined what Sarah’s expressive face looked like right about now. Man, he would have given every penny in his bank account to be with her as his words sank in. “We thought you might want to spend the night at the club,” he explained with a grin.
“At the club?”
Oh, my God. She was too cute for words. “With us.”
* * * *
Who knew two words could cause Sarah’s heart to transform into a wild rabbit, thumping in her chest at a breakneck pace? Shocked, thrilled, and confused, Sarah bolted upright in her bed with an “Eep.”
Wiping her eyes, she replayed their conversation in her mind, making sure that she hadn’t misunderstood Adam. When she was reasonably sure she hadn’t imagined their entire chat, she pinched herself and asked, “Stay? With you and Deke?” Embarrassed, she cleared her throat. “That would be nice.”
“Nice isn�
�t the word I would choose, but…”
Her face turned ten shades of red. Or at least, that’s what the inferno in her cheeks felt like. “Oh.” She knew she sounded dumb, and that she kept repeating herself, but her brain wasn’t working right. And it had nothing to do with her night of minimal sleep. “Okay. Um, I’ll be there in like an hour?”
“The sooner, the better.”
His impatient words sang through her soul, warming her to its very depths. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“You do that. See you soon, sweet pea.”
“Love you.”
Adam chuckled. “Love you, too,” he replied then the line went dead.
Squealing loudly, she tossed her phone to the end of the bed. It was happening—finally. They were going to sleep with her. She giggled. If we’re sleeping, we’re doing it wrong.
Unable to contain her excitement, she jumped off the bed and scurried across the room then down the hallway on a direct path to the bathroom. She showered off quickly, shaving her legs and washing her hair in record time. Exactly thirteen minutes later, she was back in her bedroom throwing whatever she came across into her overnight bag. And thirty minutes later, she was on the road.
The drive to The Edge had to be the longest one of her life. What was a fifteen-minute trip felt like a fifteen-year one. By the time she whipped her car into the parking lot, she was about to explode from the excitement.
Hastily, she got out of her car and hauled her heinie across the street toward the giant stone building. Normally, she would admire the building’s magnificent architecture, reveling in the beauty of the formidable structure, and she would count the English ivy leaves growing up its side, but not today. Not when she was on a mission. There was nothing in the world worth being distracted from her goal to get to her Doms.
Before she had time to knock on the hulking red door, it surprisingly swung open. “Hello, Sarah,” Hale greeted as she passed by him and stepped into the foyer. As always, The Edge’s resident Dungeonmaster wore his typical designer suit and severe expression. But for once, he didn’t intimidate Sarah. On most days, she was practically shaking in her boots by breathing the same air as Hale did. The devilish dark-haired man she’d dubbed the Big Dog was intense to say the least.