Trusting Her Two Doms [Knights in Black Leather 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Marla Monroe

  “Do you keep all your records at the shop or at your home, Taylor?” Sawyer asked this time.

  “I keep everything at the house. There just isn’t enough room in the office there to do much more than keep up with ordering supplies and the daily paperwork.”

  “When we go to the house to pack for you, we want to look at the copies of your paperwork.” Max ran his hand up and down her back in a soothing motion. “Now, let’s talk about where you are right now.”

  “Lying over a padded sawhorse with my ass in the air,” Taylor said before she could stop herself.

  She knew the pop was going to come before it even happened. She’d opened her smart mouth, and now she would regret it. Except the blow, when it came, didn’t really hurt. Instead, warmth had slowly begun to build under her skin. Now, as Max or Sawyer one administered four swift slaps to her ass, the resulting burn seemed to settle in her pussy instead of residing around her tender butt.

  “Lesson number one, Taylor. Bratty subs get spankings,” Max said.

  “But I’m not a sub,” she gasped out.

  “Precious, I’ve been a Dom for a long time. I know a submissive when I meet one. You’re as submissive as they come. The decision of whether to pursue that side of yourself and learn more about it is up to you though. If you don’t explore, how will you ever know if you missed out on something that had the potential to make you much happier than you’ve ever been before?” Max asked.

  “I just don’t get why anyone would want to be tied up and beat. I don’t see how that would ever make anyone happy.” Taylor knew there had to be more to it than that.

  Even in her books, there was always much more to it than just the bondage games. She’d never read any of the real BDSM romance books, only the ones that featured light bondage or spanking in them. Still, that didn’t even seem real to her. There was no way getting spanked could make someone climax. It just wasn’t possible.

  “It’s more than whips and chains, Taylor. A D/s relationship is about trust and power exchange,” Sawyer said. “It’s about building trust so that a submissive will give over the power to the Dom to take care of her every need.”

  “Are you willing to listen to us and talk about this now?” Max asked.

  Taylor thought about it. She couldn’t deny that she was curious now, but was it something she wanted to learn more about? Maybe later when she didn’t have someone trying to run her out of town. Right now, she had too much on her plate to play games with two men who were way too assertive for her to handle.

  “I’ve got someone trying to hurt me and take away my livelihood. I don’t have time to play games right now, Max, Sir.”

  “All we’re asking you to do right now is let us tell you a little about it, Taylor. We aren’t asking you to embrace it and jump in with both feet. It’s a big decision to pursue a change like that.” Sawyer ran a hand through her hair.

  She closed her eyes and nodded her head, then answered out loud, remembering Max’s earlier order. “Yes, Sir. I’ll listen.”

  “Good girl. Let’s get you off the spanking bench.” Max began unfastening the cuffs on one side while Sawyer started on the other side.

  Taylor closed her eyes for a second, praying she hadn’t gotten herself into something she would regret later. Once she was free of the straps and cuffs, the men massaged the areas where she’d been held down before slowly helping her off the bench. For just an instant, she realized that she missed the secure feeling she’d experienced while tied down. During that time, she’d had no control over anything other than what she did or didn’t say. It was in that instance that she realized just how much she trusted Max and Sawyer to keep her safe and take care of her. That piece of awareness scared her to death.

  Chapter Ten

  Sawyer’s dick ached from the sight of Taylor draped over the spanking bench. Even if she did have on a pair of overly large sweats instead of being nude, it made him rock hard to think about being inside of her. He knew what was under those sweats. He’d helped Max pick them out of the store they had set up. It carried all sorts of lingerie, toys, and implements of discipline. They’d also picked out a few toys for her.

  He had no doubt they would eventually have her where they wanted her, but with someone out to hurt her, it would take time. Despite being retired from the armed forces and knowing the importance of patience in any operation, Sawyer couldn’t seem to dig up enough to keep him from pushing her a little.

  “We’re going to go sit over there and talk, babe. I want you to pull off those sweats and sit on my lap in that sexy underwear we laid out for you. Will you do that for us?” He held his breath while he waited on her answer.

  She took so long to make up her mind, he thought he’d pass out while he stood there staring down into her warm brown eyes. Finally, she nodded her head. It nearly killed him, but he lifted an eyebrow and crossed his arms to indicate his displeasure.

  “Yes, Sir,” she finally answered.

  He had to bite his tongue to keep from fist pumping the air and yelling out in triumph. Max looked just as conflicted as his partner led her over to the sitting area used for aftercare. He grabbed a bottle of water and followed them over to a love seat where Max had sat down and was waiting for Taylor to remove the sweats.

  It was obvious that she was very uncomfortable as she slowly peeled off her top and dropped it to the ground. Then she bent over and shoved the bottoms off, stepping out of them one foot at a time. When she stood back up straight again, he saw the determination in her eyes as she struggled not to cover herself with her hands. She deserved praise and some pleasure for complying without too much prodding.

  Sawyer glanced over at Max to see if he thought the same thing and found the other man fighting a smile. They were obviously on the same wavelength. Giving Taylor a little pleasure as a reward was definitely on Max’s mind as well.

  “That’s real good, precious. Now sit on my lap so we can talk,” Max said.

  Sawyer waited as Taylor slowly made up her mind and allowed Max to help her sit across his lap. His partner cradled her in his arms so that she was facing Sawyer as he sat next to them. He unscrewed the cap on the water and handed it to Max.

  “Drink up, Taylor. I don’t want you to get dehydrated.” Max placed it at her lips, and she allowed him to hold it for her as she sipped at the water.

  When he removed it and handed it back to Sawyer, a drop clung to her bottom lip, taunting him into leaning forward and licking it off. Her sudden indrawn breath pleased him. He wanted to devour her lips, but he held back. They had to win her trust first.

  “Taylor. Being a submissive isn’t something to be ashamed of. You have to be a very strong person to trust yourself enough to know what you want and to go after it. It isn’t about losing control and power, but about trusting someone enough to give it to them,” Max explained.

  “Having a D/s relationship is really a power exchange relationship where the submissive honors her Dom by allowing him to take care of her every need,” Sawyer continued.

  “How does he know what she needs without her telling him?” Taylor asked with wide eyes.

  “A good Dom listens to his sub and recognizes what she wants and needs. They negotiate what will and won’t happen in their relationship and in any scenes they participate in. Some relationships are twenty-four-seven, but some are strictly in the bedroom, or sexual exchanges where the Dom assumes control only when sex is involved. There are as many different types and flavors as there are stars in the sky, Taylor. The only one that matters is the one you and your Dom agree on,” Max said.

  Sawyer watched as she thought about it. He wanted to hold her and assure her that everything was going to be okay, but he knew she needed to make her own decisions here. They wanted her willingly, without coercion.

  “Why?” she finally asked.

  “Why what, Taylor?” Sawyer asked.

  “Why me? Why do you need this kind of stuff?”

  Max closed his eyes and sig
hed. Sawyer was afraid that his partner would close down and stop everything. He wanted to intervene, but Max needed to be the one to answer this right now. His demons would wait for another time.

  “Taylor. We want you. Not just sexually. We want to get to know you, learn about what you like and what makes you smile. How do you explain attraction? I don’t have an answer for that. As to the kink? It fulfills a need in us. I need control in my life. I have a lot of responsibilities that are both stressful and aggravating. Being able to control that aspect of my life helps keep me on an even keel.” He sighed and stared at Sawyer for a brief second.

  “There is nothing more satisfying to me than to bring a woman pleasure unlike anything she’s ever experienced before. I’ve led a violent life in the past, and I find peace watching someone bloom with passion. It calms me.”

  Taylor’s eyes had grown even wider. She turned their rich brown orbs toward him. He could feel her assessment of him and wondered what she concluded.

  “What about you, Sawyer? Why do you like it?” she asked.

  “My life as a soldier was one where I had to make serious decisions while still having to follow orders. Some buddies introduced it to me not long after I joined, and it fit me to a T. I needed the total control it gave me. Having someone’s pleasure and happiness given to me to protect and enhance turns me on like nothing else. Seeing a woman come undone at my hands is the ultimate sense of pleasure for me.” Sawyer wanted to tell her all of it, but just he just didn’t have the strength or the balls to give that much of himself to her yet.

  “Does that help you understand why we enjoy the lifestyle, precious? Do you think you could give it a try?” Max asked.

  “I–I guess.” Her expression still looked unsure to Sawyer.

  “No, babe. You’ve got to be sure that you want to try it. If you’re not sure, you won’t give it an honest try. You’ll withhold parts of yourself from us, and that won’t work.” Sawyer watched unease crawl over her features.

  “I think she needs to know what we can do for her, Sawyer.” Max lowered his mouth to Taylor’s and dragged his tongue across her lips in a slow caress.

  Sawyer felt his balls tighten at the sight. He wanted to sink his tongue in her hot, wet mouth. Instead, he pulled one of her legs onto his lap so he had better access to her sweet pussy. He planned to make her moan in pleasure as he built her climax until she exploded all over his hand. God, he wanted to taste her sweetness. Soon.

  He lightly outlined the edges of her sexy panties with one finger, relishing the soft moan that escaped the kiss Max was giving her. Sawyer looked away from how she clung to Max as he explored her mouth and watched as a dark spot began to appear on the silky material of her underwear the more he teased her clit through the thin layer. She was wet and needy, just like he liked his women.

  He couldn’t help it. He had to see her. Despite his and Max’s earlier agreement not to remove her underwear, Sawyer hooked his fingers in the waistband and slowly pulled them off of her before he could talk himself out of it. Both legs were on his lap now. He bent one leg so that it rested against the back of the couch, and he sat between her legs. There was no way he would be able to resist eating her hot cunt now. He could smell the delicious aroma of her arousal, and it was already driving him wild.

  Sawyer swirled one finger around her pussy lips, coating it in her juices. Then he coaxed her hard clit from beneath its protective hood with soft flicks of his wet digit. It didn’t take long for her to start moving her pelvis in time with his caresses.

  Looking up, he found that Max had abandoned her mouth to suck on her hard little nipples through the material of her demi-bra. His hand was busily plumping her opposite breast. The look on her face would stay with him forever, a mix of awed wonder and desperate need. He could tell it was her first taste of true pleasure. Evidently her other boyfriends had never been able to arouse her to this point. Their loss was his and Max’s ultimate pleasure. Knowing they were giving her something no one else ever had had his dick twitching in his jeans. He ached to rip them off and bury himself deep in Taylor’s hot, wet cunt.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful, Taylor. I can’t wait to see you come. Do you feel the build, babe? Is it getting too good to handle?”

  “Oh, God! Yes!” Her words were torn from her as if she hadn’t wanted to let them out.

  No doubt, she didn’t want to admit that having two men give her pleasure at the same time felt that good. He was sure she had been raised in a traditional home where ménage and polyamorous relationships weren’t talked about.

  He redoubled his efforts to build her orgasm to the point she didn’t have a choice except to go with the explosion. Already he could feel her muscles tightening in preparation for something she wasn’t sure about. He slid his fingers through her slick folds and teased her slit by barely entering it with the tips of his finger. Over and over, he pressed in slightly, only to pull back before really entering her opening.

  “Please. Don’t tease me. I need you.” Taylor’s breathless pleading was music to his ears.

  Sawyer watched as Max nipped at first one berry tipped nipple then the other. Her gasps and moans told him she was enjoying their play. He slid one finger into her hot, wet depths, savoring the way she clamped down on his thick digit as if it were a lifeline. When he pulled it back out, her body seemed to try and prevent his retreat. She was so fucking tight.

  He pushed two fingers into her tight cunt, while teasing her clit with the pad of his thumb. She bucked between them, her pelvis lifting to force more of his fingers inside of her. Her fluttering vaginal muscles told him she was already close. Never had a sub responded as quickly as their Taylor.

  He looked over to see Max watching as his fingers pumped in and out of Taylor’s pussy. Max was tormenting her nipples with tugs and pinches that seemed to be driving her even higher. Max’s eyes met his, and he nodded.

  Sawyer curled his fingers to locate her sweet spot and stroked it as he tapped her sensitive clit. Max closed his mouth over one nipple while pinching the other one. Their woman went wild between them.

  “Oh! Yes!” She sounded so surprised as her climax rolled over her, giving her no time to prepare.

  Sawyer could almost imagine her hot, slick cunt squeezing around his hard cock as she climaxed. The pressure would be unbearable. No way would he be able to hold out against the tight spasms of her pussy. He’d be shooting his load seconds after she clamped down on him.

  “Fuck, she’s beautiful when she comes. Look at her, Sawyer.” Max had let go of his hold on her nipple with his mouth and was rolling both buds between his fingers as he watched Taylor’s face all rosy with her mouth wide in a silent scream.

  “She’s tight, Max. So fucking tight.”

  “I can’t wait to get my cock inside of her. Look at these pretty nipples, Sawyer. They get long and almost purple when she’s coming.”

  Sawyer slowly brought Taylor down from her orgasm until she had gone limp across their laps. When she opened her eyes to stare up at them, he lifted his fingers, wet from her juices and sucked them into his mouth. Closing his eyes, he savored her spicy taste.

  “Oh, God!” Taylor’s eyes grew wide at the sight of him licking her taste from his fingers.

  * * * *

  She couldn’t believe that she’d just let two men bring her to climax. Not just a climax, but the hardest, most satisfying orgasm she’d ever had before. Now, one of them was sucking her pussy juices off his fingers like he enjoyed it. She squeezed her eyes shut against the erotic sight. What was she doing?

  Taylor tried to scramble off their laps, but the men weren’t having any part of it. They clamped their arms over her until she stopped struggling.

  “Easy, Taylor. Don’t panic. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying how we made you feel. Talk to us, babe.” Sawyer’s easy voice soothed her.

  “I can’t believe I let you do that to me!”

  “Why not, precious? It felt good. You can’t deny it,”
Max said as he ran a hand up and down her back.

  “Because there are two of you and, and I don’t know you.” She fought back the tears of humiliation that burned to fall.

  “There’s nothing wrong with what we did, Taylor. And you do know us. We’ve told you things about ourselves that very few people know. Sawyer and I have been having coffee at your shop for weeks now. You can’t think we are complete strangers to you.” Max smoothed a strand of hair from her face.

  “I’ve never.” Taylor couldn’t explain that she’d never allowed anyone that much freedom before.

  “Never what, Taylor? Come? Climaxed at the hands of two men? Come apart in the arms of a lover like that?” Sawyer asked.

  She couldn’t think with him rubbing her thigh like that. Just sitting there on their laps had her nerves jumping like grasshoppers. Her thoughts were so jumbled that she wasn’t sure what to think. She needed to go home and think.

  “I want to go home,” she finally said.

  Max sighed but nodded. Bending closer, he kissed her lightly on the forehead then helped her ease out of their laps. Sawyer handed her the tiny panties before Max helped her step into the sweats once again. She felt as if she’d disappointed them, and it bothered her. Then it pissed her off that she let that upset her. Why was she worried about pleasing them?

  Sawyer pulled her into his arms and kissed her lightly on the lips. No pressure, but plenty of emotion seemed to be infused in that gentle touching of their mouths. Somehow that seeped inside her even more than the intimate touches of earlier had.

  “Come on, babe. Let’s go to your place,” Sawyer said.

  Taylor felt as if she was missing something, but she let it slide as they returned to the back room of the club. Max unlocked the door and escorted her out of the building toward a new-looking Escalade. She looked back to see Sawyer locking the door behind them. Max helped her climb up into the cab of the vehicle with the other man scooting in next to her.

  “Buckle up, Taylor. I don’t want anything to happen to you,” Max said.