“To serve our Dominant, to find someone who would put us before all others.”
“Do you lean more toward male or female Dominants?”
“Male.”
“Why is that?”
“I don’t want to serve a female.”
He didn’t say anything, but his eyes implored me, urged me to continue.
“Everly and I are friends,” I told him. “Good friends.”
“Have you fucked her?”
“No, Sir.”
“But you want to?”
“Not fuck,” I admitted. “Make love.”
“You have something against fucking?”
“No, Sir. But that’s not what I feel with Everly.”
“You don’t want to do dirty things to her?”
“No, Sir. I want to cherish her.”
“Is that not what she wants?”
“No, Sir.”
He seemed pleased by my response, but I wasn’t sure why. I hadn’t gotten explicit details from Everly as to their interactions, but I assumed he knew she wasn’t nearly as sweet and innocent as she looked.
“And Heaven?”
“What about her?”
“Do you love her?”
I swallowed hard, fought the urge to look away. “No, Sir, I do not. I care about her. She’s my roommate. But we’re not close.”
He smiled. “I appreciate honesty.”
We remained like that for several minutes. Me, naked and standing before him. Ian, hiding nothing as his gaze raked over me from head to toe and back again.
“When you say you want to serve, do you not want to work?”
“Only if it pleases my Master,” I admitted.
“If he wants you to stay home and take care of the house?”
“Then I want to stay home and take care of the house.”
“Cook, clean, the whole nine yards?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And you want to be available to him twenty-four seven?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“But you don’t want to sleep in his bed.”
It wasn’t a question and the way he said it had my breath halting in my lungs. “No, Sir. I don’t.”
“But you’re willing to be available to him? Your ass, your mouth, your cock?”
“Yes, Sir.” Heat spiraled inside me, the blood redirecting south.
Ian smiled. “Your cock agrees.”
“Yes, Sir.”
His eyes moved back to my face. “So if I told you to bend over and give me your ass, what would you do?”
“I’d bend over and give you my ass.”
He nodded, as though accepting my response. His eyes narrowed. “I’m not going to take your ass right now.”
Disappointment replaced some of the anticipation.
“That bothers you.”
I hated that I was compelled to tell him the truth. But that was the way it was with me. At least with Ian. I didn’t feel the need to hide from him. Mostly.
“Have a seat,” he ordered, motioning toward the sofa he was sitting on.
Ian shifted, moving toward the corner and twisting so that he was relaxed, one arm across the back cushion, one knee pulled up.
“Back to the arm,” he instructed. “Feet flat on the cushion. Knees wide.”
I joined him on the sofa, the position he’d directed making me feel incredibly vulnerable, which I knew would be part of the power play.
“Scoot your ass down, lean back.” He met my eyes. “I want to see your asshole.”
My cock jerked as I shifted, half-sitting, half-reclining.
“Very nice. Now stroke your cock.”
Curling my hand around my cock, I began stroking slowly, leisurely.
“Have you fucked Heaven?”
“No, Sir.”
“Do you want to?”
“No, Sir. I don’t see her that way.”
“In all the time you’ve lived with them, nothing’s ever happened?”
“Not between me and them, no, Sir.”
“Between them? Have they been intimate?”
“I don’t know, Sir.” That much was true. “Heaven’s openly admitted she’s bisexual, but I haven’t witnessed anything.”
I got the feeling Heaven wasn’t opposed to the idea of being with Everly, but I wasn’t sure how Everly felt about it. She’d never shown any interest in women.
He watched me for several minutes, observed me fisting my cock, the sensations intensifying as his gaze did. I liked him watching me, I decided. It was intimate, stimulating.
I kept my eyes on his face as he’d instructed, watching every expression, the way his emerald eyes hooded, his lust becoming more apparent. Sure, he hid it well, but it was in the lines around his mouth. He wanted me and that was a powerful feeling.
“I don’t know what’s going on here,” Ian said softly, his attention redirecting to my face. “It piques my curiosity, though. It wasn’t my intention.” He motioned toward me. “For this. My brother and I invited the three of you here to keep you safe. We want to find the bastard who hurt Everly and ensure he doesn’t hurt anyone else. But this…” His gaze swung back to my dick. “This intrigues me. Makes me want to explore.”
My fist tightened at his admission.
“What’s your take on it?” he asked.
“I want the same thing, Sir.” My voice, usually deep and even, was now choppy.
“I usually take what I want,” he said. “When I want.”
I didn’t say anything, but my hand began moving faster, my cock throbbing.
“But only from willing submissives, those who know what they want and don’t have trouble expressing it.”
I squeezed my cock, fearful I was going to come from that sexy Irish lilt alone.
“I think this might get interesting, Dante.”
“I hope so, Sir.”
His eyes locked on mine. “I want you to come.”
“Yes, Sir.” In an effort to give him what he wanted, I jerked my cock faster, harder. My legs fell open, my chest rising and falling as air became scarce.
“Let me hear you.”
His encouragement was the tipping point. I groaned, unable to stifle the cries of pleasure that ripped from my throat as I watched him watching me.
“Now,” he demanded, his tone so low, so deep, I was powerless against it.
My release slammed into me, draining the air from my lungs and the strength from my muscles. I aimed my cock at my chest, cum splashing on my skin.
“I’m going to enjoy you,” he said softly, almost reverently. “You’re unexpected. In a very good way.”
Ian Stokes would never know how much I had needed to hear that.
Heaven
I hadn’t expected a library in the attic.
Yet that was exactly where I found myself.
After Isaac had said he wanted to show me something, I’d followed him up a set of back stairs, ending up in this beautiful room full of books and history. It was gorgeous.
And when he’d left me here, telling me to make myself comfortable, I had. Grabbing a worn copy of Pride and Prejudice, I curled up in the huge leather recliner. At some point, I must’ve fallen asleep, because I woke to someone gently shaking me.
When I opened my eyes, it took a moment to acclimate to my surroundings, but I did so with a smile.
“You look comfortable,” Ian said as he moved to the other chair, easing down into it.
“This is amazing.” I was unable to hide the wonder in my voice.
“You like it, huh?”
“Books are my jam,” I told him.
His soft chuckle warmed me. “Dinner’s almost ready.”
“Oh.” I sat up, looked around for a clock. “What time is it?”
“Five thirty.”
Wow. I’d slept for hours.
“Are you doing okay?” he asked, the concern on his face confusing me.
“Of course.”
“Need anything?”
“Um… Not that I can think of.”
He smiled again. “If you do, you only need to ask.”
I nodded.
“In case you haven’t noticed, I like to talk,” Ian said. “My brother often says I talk too much.”
“Do you?” I teased.
“Probably. But it works. It quells my curiosity. In my line of work, it pays to know all the details.”
“What line of work is that?”
“Personal security.”
I nodded, understanding. “You’re a bodyguard.”
“You could say that, sure.”
“Do you enjoy it?”
“Mostly, yes. And you? Do you enjoy your job?”
I nodded, grinned. “Mostly, yes.”
He chuckled. “Where do you work?”
“Barnes and Noble,” I told him. “I take classes online.”
“Do you need to call in to work?”
I frowned, confused. “I’m supposed to be there tomorrow at eight.”
He nodded. “Do you plan to go to work?”
“Yes?” I wasn’t sure why it came out as a question, but I got the feeling he was angling for something.
His smile widened. “Let me rephrase. Do you want to go to work tomorrow at eight?”
“I need the money,” I admitted.
“Then I’ll make sure you get there,” he said simply. “And I’ll have someone stay with you until you get off.”
I frowned. “Why would you do that?”
He cocked his head to the side, a silent encouragement for me to answer that question myself.
“You think this guy’s gonna come after me.”
“I do.”
I waved him off, got to my feet. “He won’t come back. Not this soon.”
“He’s already been by the house twice today,” he said.
I put the book back on the shelf, turned to face him. “How do you know that?”
He smiled, but this time it was roguish. “I have my ways.”
I couldn’t deny that the thought of that man coming back, doing what he did to Everly… It didn’t sit well with me. Not because I was necessarily scared of him, but I definitely didn’t want to risk Everly or Dante. I cared about them both and I hadn’t realized just how much until I’d walked in to find some asshole attacking my friend.
The memory had my knees weakening, but I forced them to remain steady. “I can get a hotel for a few days.”
“If that’s what you want,” he said simply.
Ian got to his feet, walked over to me. I forced myself to remain where I was.
“However, I know Everly and Dante would prefer you stay here.”
“Do you want me here?”
He considered me for a moment. “If you’re asking whether or not I’m attracted to you, Heaven, the answer is yes.”
I blushed. “That’s … actually… Well, thank you. But that’s not what I meant.”
“No?”
“No. I mean, I just broke up with my boyfriend and all. I’m not looking for anything … you know, serious.”
He smiled and it almost reached his eyes. “I wasn’t offering serious.”
“Oh.”
He chuckled, stepped closer until I was forced to look up at him. “Call in to work for a few days.” Ian cupped my face, his pretty eyes linking with mine. “Stay with us. Think of it as a vacation of sorts.”
“Okay.” The word was out before I even realized I’d said it.
“Heaven?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m going to kiss you now.”
I swallowed, the sound loud in the otherwise silent room.
When Ian leaned in, I closed my eyes, my lips tingling, eager to meet his. He hovered just out of reach, his hands cupping my face in a move that had my body warming. I liked the way he touched me, talked to me. I hadn’t had that before. Certainly not with Danny the Dickhead.
“Was that too serious for you?” he whispered against my lips.
“No.” Yup. That was me all breathless and needy.
“Good. And neither is this.” His lips melded to mine in a kiss so soft it felt otherworldly. As though we were connected on another plane in another universe.
“Touch me,” he urged. “Put your arms around me, Heaven.”
As though I had needed his permission, my arms instantly snaked around his neck. I leaned into him, my lips parting, accepting him as his tongue slid against mine.
What started out sweet morphed into something else entirely. Ian’s hand slid into my hair, fisting it as he claimed my mouth. In that moment, I wanted to give myself to him in every way. Sowing oats or whatever. I didn’t care because mere mortal men did not kiss like this.
Certainly not Danny the Dickhead.
“Here with me,” he ordered, pulling back, his hand still wrapped in my hair, forcing me to look at him. “When it’s about pleasure, that’s all it’s about. Your mind stays in the moment, not wandering to other men.”
I frowned. How did he know what I’d been thinking?
Ian’s big hand engulfed mine, our fingers linking. “Come on. Let’s get some food. Then we’ll talk some more.”
Confused as to why I still wanted to do anything this man wanted, I nodded.
Oh, crap.
I was so screwed.
SEVEN
ISAAC
“Is the pool warm enough to swim in?” Heaven asked as the five of us sat down for dinner, once more occupying the dining room Ian and I had never used before they’d come here.
“Probably not,” Ian told her. “But it’s worth trying.”
“I’m game,” Everly said, her gaze scanning the rest of us. “But I didn’t bring a swimsuit.”
“Well, then you’ll be happy to know we don’t allow clothing in the pool, anyway. You’re all set,” Ian stated, his tone so serious I almost would’ve believed him.
Heaven chuckled, and for the first time since she’d come down from the library, she seemed to relax. I wasn’t sure what had happened between her and Ian earlier, but when they had appeared in the kitchen, they’d both been tense.
“Seems like a rule of convenience,” Heaven added as she sipped her wine.
Ian laughed. “Well, my house, my convenience.”
“Don’t you mean your house, your rules?”
“That’s a given,” he told her between bites. “But I do like the convenience.”
“So we can swim?” Everly asked, her gaze sliding to me.
“You can do whatever you’d like,” I told her. “Whenever you’d like.”
There was heat in those baby blues and it touched something deep inside me. I’d been holding back with her. Mostly because I didn’t want her to misunderstand the reason we’d brought her here. She was free to go at any time, but I wanted her safe. But mostly, I wanted her here. With me. Because she wanted to be here.
And yes, I was offering the same protection to Heaven and Dante, but not for the same reasons. While Dante piqued my curiosity unexpectedly, the same couldn’t be said for Heaven. She was an interesting woman, but not at all my type. While my twin would dally with women who weren’t in the lifestyle, I rarely did. I knew what I wanted, knew what was required to make me happy. Pretending otherwise was simply a waste of valuable time all around.
“You should check out the library,” Heaven told Everly. “It’s amazing. I think they’ve got all the classics.”
“There’s a pool table and dart board downstairs,” Ian said helpfully. “Tomorrow morning, I’m going for a run.”
I nodded. “I’ll join you.”
“I will, too,” Dante said, his tone not quite certain.
“Good.” Ian glanced at the women. “And you two? You up for a run?”
“Absolutely,” they said at the same time.
I frowned. “You run?”
Everly nodded, continued eating. I’d made her and Dante quinoa salad, wanting to ensure they had enough to eat. Not having known their dietary restrictions had been an
issue since Ian and I being meat eaters had made things awkward last night. But I had rectified that this afternoon, slipping out while Everly napped, Heaven read, and Ian and Dante did their thing in the basement.
“I try to go with Dante at least three days a week,” she said. “He’s got far more energy than I do, though.”
“And by three days, she means once every three weeks.” Dante chuckled.
“Whatever,” she said, smacking his arm playfully. Her gaze shifted back to me. “But I’d love to go for a run. Where do you go?”
“Through the neighborhood,” Ian answered. “We’ve got a five-mile route mapped out.”
“Perfect.”
“Well, if it’s all right with you, I’d really like to go for a swim after dinner,” Heaven said, not committing to the run.
“Me, too,” Everly added.
“Like I said,” Ian teased, “no clothes allowed in the pool.”
“I don’t need clothes,” Everly stated, drawing all eyes toward her. She grinned impishly. “What? I don’t.”
“What about you?” I asked Heaven directly.
“Naked doesn’t bother me.”
I grinned, turned my attention to my food.
“I think we might be onto something,” Ian said in a conspiratorial whisper. “Anything else we should restrict clothing for?”
I looked up, met their gazes one at a time. “I can think of a lot of things.”
Heat curled into the room, sliding between us. The chemistry was off the charts and I found it both interesting and a bit surprising. At the club, the sexual tension was generally the focus. Whether it was one submissive or a handful. But this… We were in the intimacy of my home and though I’d always intended to have a full-time submissive, I’d pretty much given up all hope.
Until I’d met Everly.
“There’s only one problem with that.” Heaven pointed with her fork.
“What’s that?”
“I’m not a submissive.”
“You’re in luck. It’s not a requirement.”
Her eyes swung to me. “No?”
I sat up straight, took a swig of my beer. “No. Why would it be?”
“That’s what you’re looking for, right?”
“It is.” I didn’t mean for it to happen, but I found my hand sliding over to Everly’s thigh, a protective gesture that was instinctual.
She surprised me, placing her hand over mine and holding on.
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