Done For (Their Sub Series Book 2)

by Linzi Basset

  “What are you doing?” she whispered furiously. She grabbed both the hands before they reached her heated center, which immediately clenched in protest of her action. She glanced around wildly to see if anyone was watching them. But thankfully the tables were spaced out quite widely, affording the diners some privacy. With her back facing the center of the room, at least no one would notice her red face!

  “Let go, Shona,” Mitch said. His lips barely moved. His stare disconcerted her. It was direct and hot. So damn hot, it felt like it seared through her like a blaze of fire. “Put your hands on top of the table.”

  Her fingers tightened around the two large hands between her thighs. Jesus! I can’t let them do this to me in here. It’s a public place, for goodness sake!

  “Now, Shona.”

  Her hands hit the surface of the table forcefully enough to rattle the cutlery and glasses, drawing attention of the people at the table closest to theirs. Mitch’s only response was a slight twitch of his lips.

  “Goddamn you. It’s not funny,” she snapped under her breath.

  “No, it’s not but don’t forget, you were the one who demanded this test, my love. Now, do you wish to continue . . . or would you rather leave?”

  The last words were said in a soft rasp that thrilled straight to her throbbing clit, like it was his breath sending a heated wave over it.

  Shona didn’t move—her only response to his question.

  “If you pass this test, little one, you will learn quickly that I never let insolence to go unpunished. Let’s continue. Drink your water,” Mitch ordered brusquely.

  She glanced at the glass of water. “What?”

  “You heard me.”

  Well, that’s easy to follow. She took a few sips of the water.

  “All of it.”

  “But, I—”

  “Shona, from this point forward I will give you an instruction only once. Either you do as I say immediately, or we walk away and the test is over. You lose.”

  That was the one thing Shona could never resist. A challenge.

  Well, suck it up, mister Dominant. I never lose.

  Shona should’ve known better, but owing to her competitive nature, she drank the glass of water.

  “Oohggh . . .” She choked on the final swallow when the hands between her thighs moved higher. She clamped her thighs. Both men looked at Mitch.

  “I see you need a little assistance,” Mitch said, his fingers once again brushing his lips. “Let’s see if you have what it takes.”

  Damn him! Another challenge. I hate you, Mitch Cooper.

  “Drape your legs over Sam and Jason’s. Now.” He growled when she opened her mouth to protest.

  Her legs lifted and settled over the hard knees on either side of her. She swallowed a scream when the two men immediately pulled them farther apart to spread her open completely. She gasped for breath and looked down, but was relieved to notice that the long overlay of the tablecloth covered her nudity.

  “Ohhh!” she moaned softly when she felt their fingers brush over her clitoris; one after the other, to set it pulsing in a dance of need. They continued to slowly circle her clit, now using their fingers on her at the same time. Her hips jerked against their hands in an involuntary move of arousal.

  “Your beers,” the server materialized at the table’s side and handed the frosted glasses to her two tormentors.

  Mitch’s eyes held hers captive, watching every nuance of emotion the two men were wringing from her, flash across her face.

  “Bring me three glasses of water, please,” Mitch asked the server.

  “Tall glasses, sir?”

  “Yes, please.”

  “Be right back,” the server sing-songed as he walked away.

  “Hm, it seems you did manage to irk him, little one. Ah fuck, she’s so hot and tight,” Jason groaned as he gently pushed a finger inside her pussy.

  Shona nearly hit the roof at the bold move. The question that had popped inside her mind at his remark, disintegrated in a wave of sensation as he began to pump it in and out.

  “I . . . you . . . mmm,” she leaned forward when Sam added to the wave of heat by rubbing her clit with quick, hard movements.

  “Here you go,” the server returned far too soon and put the glasses on the table. He glanced toward Shona, who now had a grimace on her face, trying to contain her moans. “Are you okay, miss?”

  Shona whimpered, her fists tightened and she leveled a murderous gaze at Mitch when he said, “Don’t be impolite, darling. Answer the man.”

  Jason added another finger to the one already inside her and continued the lazy pumping movement inside her pussy.

  “I . . . ehm . . . mmmmm,” she bit back the moans when Jason pulled out completely and then slammed three fingers deep inside her, pumping faster, harder, while Sam pinched her clit. “Finnne. I aaamm fine,” she managed to whimper.

  “Ah, okay then,” the server said with a doubtful look on his face.

  “Five more minutes, then we’ll order,” Mitch waved him away, still watching her every move.

  “Please! Stop. You have to stop,” she pleaded, her hips doing a wild orbit against their marauding hands. She was so close to climaxing, she could feel the sharp needle-like tingles start at her heels and make their way up her legs.

  “Now, Shona, you may climax, but not one sound. Not even a soft moan. If you do . . . well . . .”

  She glared at Mitch. Her sharp glare promised retribution. She was a moaner and a screamer. She never came quietly and didn’t know how she would manage to hold all sound.

  “Please, not here,” she begged as she thrashed her hips wildly under the table. She was on the edge of a precipice that threatened to yank her over.

  “Right here, right now. Fuck. I love how your pussy clenches around my fingers. I can only imagine how it would feel around my cock. Yes, ahh, fuck, just like that,” Jason growled in her ear as he pushed three fingers deep inside her pussy, searching for and finding the swollen nub in the front of her vagina. He rolled his fingers over it. Shona almost wailed and jerked in reaction. “Ah, there’s the spot! Now, Sam,” he ordered and continued to finger fuck her. Only this time with sensual intent behind every plunge, every brush and when Sam pinched her clit hard, she tumbled over, into an abyss they’d been guiding her toward.

  “Aahhhh . . . fuuuck!” she moaned in a low keening voice. She missed the delighted grin on the man’s face as he watched her curl over the table, her forehead hitting the surface with a dull thud.

  Sam pulled her into his arms and cuddled her against his chest. The gentle cooing sounds in her ear soothed her frayed mind and she managed to settle her breathing, even though her body continued to throb in aftermath of the orgasm.

  “Drink another glass of water, Shona,” Mitch ordered. His voice had a grating edge to it. He was blown away by her reactions. The smile he shared with the other two men was one of salacious enjoyment and risqué intent.

  She was it. The submissive they’d been searching for. Now, they had to make her see it too.

  “I’m not—”

  “I warned you that I’ll not repeat an . . . good girl,” he praised when she picked up the glass and took a tentative sip. His raised eyebrow was all it took for her to realize the order. She choked back a protest.

  I’ll be damned if I give him the satisfaction!

  She forcefully swallowed the glass of water. It was twice the size of the previous one and took her longer to finish, but she did it anyway. Shona saw the waiter approaching to take their food order. She shifted upright.

  “No. Leave your legs where they are. I’m sure Jason and Sam would like something to play with during dinner.”

  Shona stared at him. “You’re not serious.”

  “I’m not?” An eyebrow rose sardonically. She was beginning to hate that, otherwise sexy, raised eyebrow. “I guess you’ll learn quickly enough when I’m serious and when not.”

  The dinner order was placed without an
y incidents, much to Shona’s relief.

  He leaned back in his seat and she could imagine how his long legs stretched out beneath the table. She would’ve loved to feel them brush against hers. She chewed on the inside of her cheek at the thought. Only her legs were still spread wide over his cohorts’ knees!

  “Don’t worry, my love, I’ll have my turn soon,” he promised ominously.

  Shona bristled. “Don’t be so sure.” She shot him down. “Oow!” She cried out softly when Sam slapped her pussy sharply with the palm of his hand. She turned huge eyes at him. She was stumped at how betrayed the punishing slap made her feel and how her clit throbbed with another wave of heat while her labia stung from the harsh slap. “You . . . you . . .”

  “Behave, Shona,” Sam warned. His eyes had turned as cold as Mitch’s.

  “But, he—”

  “Little darling, you better learn very quickly when to back down. Or you’re going to be in for a lot of pussy slaps from Sam. He would love to watch your puffy pussy lips turn dark red from his hand.”

  Shona opened her mouth, then snapped it shut just as quickly. Her mind was in shambles. She was overwhelmed by the emotions these men had awakened inside her. Not to mention the arousal they’d forced from her with their dominant actions.

  She looked around but found that no one was watching them. It was a relief that her exhibitionism had gone relatively unnoticed.

  Gawd! What was I thinking? I’m still sitting here with my legs spread wide and my pussy bared!

  Oh dear.

  Chapter Three

  “Tell us about yourself, Shona.”

  She glanced toward Sam. He smiled at her and she relaxed for the first time since they’d forced her to climax. His curiosity seemed genuine; although, she was relatively sure Mitch would’ve told them all there was to know about her. One glance in his direction warned her not to push him any further.

  “I am a co-owner of a fashion design company, Timeless Designs. We, me and my friend Chloe Walker, started it seven years ago and recently expanded into Canada. I have a Bachelor of Design degree, as does Chloe. We design lingerie and wedding gowns.”

  “Impressive. I read about the expansion a couple of months ago. Your designs are in high demand,” Sam nodded, with a smile lurking around his lips.

  “Yeah. We’ve worked very hard make this work. It’s a tough industry.”

  “And how about your personal life? Age? Previous relationship?” Jason pressed.

  “I just turned thirty-five. I married young, but got divorced two years later.” She shrugged at Mitch’s questioning look. “We started dating in high school and married six months into college. He was studying law and I was working in my dad’s restaurant. Dad was adamant that I become a chef.”

  “And marrying your young boyfriend was the way out?”

  “Something like that, but I soon realized that I had swapped one dictator for another. All I wanted to do was design, but William would have none of it. I was his wife and it was my responsibility to provide for him. I had to work two jobs to help him pay for his studies and our survival. Two years later, I’d had enough. He was having the time of his life. Jollying and partying with his friends while I worked myself to the bone. The last straw was when I found him kissing one of his college girlfriends outside our apartment. I packed my stuff and left.”

  “Stupid asshole,” Jason rumbled.

  “I continued to work until I saved up enough to pay the registration for my design degree, with the help of scholarships, of course. I haven’t looked back since.”

  “No boyfriends?” Mitch asked broodingly, then abruptly shot another order. “Drink some more water, Shona. Your throat must be parched.”

  “I’m not—”

  The sharpness of his gaze was all the warning she needed. She recalled what Jason had said about provoking Mitch.

  “You’re punishing me, is that it? Making me drink water while you’re having beer and wine?”

  This time Mitch didn’t hide his amusement. Shona snorted and with a ‘cheers’ in his direction, she forced, what felt like, another gallon of water down her throat. Her bladder was already full and she shifted in the seat uncomfortably. It was time for a quick bathroom break.

  “No,” Mitch snapped when she opened her mouth to excuse herself.

  The penny dropped.

  “Oh, hell no! You can’t be serious!”

  “What makes you think that?”

  “Mitch Cooper, I’ll have you know it’s exceedingly unhealthy to hold back the need to . . . you know . . .” she ended, exasperated.

  “What?” He drawled with in an innocent smile.

  “You bastard! You know what I mean! To pee! It’s not healthy to hold back—”

  “And yet, it’s exactly what I expect you to do,” he cut her short, ignoring her indignant look. “Now, answer my question, Shona.”

  She was hard pressed not to tell him to shove his test where the sun didn’t shine, but the glimmer in his eyes told her it was exactly what he was expecting.

  I’ll pass this fucking test if it’s the last thing I do.

  But when she tried to clench her muscles to squeeze back the need to pee, she knew it was going to be a battle. With her legs spread wide, it wasn’t an easy fete to accomplish.

  “I had a couple.” Her short response to his question about boyfriends, made the two men chuckle by her side. She tilted her chin back defiantly.

  Chew on that, asshole. See if I give you anything more than you ask for.

  “Do you have one now?” He asked, unperturbed by her attempted rebellion. He was enjoying her obvious endeavors to rile him.

  Shona was tempted to lie but something held her back. It was the way his body went taut at the possibility of her having a boyfriend; they would walk away in all likelihood, if that was the case. She had a feeling that they placed high value on honesty.

  And there was no way she was ready to see the last of them.

  “Would I be on a date with you if I had?” She snapped and then softer when his eyes narrowed, “No. I don’t have one at the moment.”

  “Want three?” Jason asked bluntly.

  “B-boyfriends?” She stammered.

  “Dominants, Shona. With the understanding that we are looking for a submissive.” Sam clarified.

  “B-but all three?”

  “Yes. That is, if you pass our tests,” Mitch confirmed.

  “There’s more?” Her voice sounded small but she had a hard time concentrating. Her mind was like thousands of butterfly wings, all flapping at the same time.

  They want me. All three of them.

  The smile on Mitch’s face was feral. “This is your test, Shona. Ours is a lot more . . . physical.”

  The test that Diana had to perform flashed through Shona’s mind. Her pussy immediately reacted with a flush of juices.

  “Hmm, love your musky scent, little one.” Jason chuckled. “It seems our little dove is excited about our tests. Does she have any idea what it will entail?”

  “She probably thinks she does. Kade, John and Brad married her best friend, Diana Summers.”

  Jason and Sam had been away on an overseas trip when Mitch’s brother got hitched, therefore they never got to meet Shona and Chloe.

  “Ah, the lovely Diana.” Sam brushed his fingers over Shona’s clit. She jerked at the unexpected touch. “Still sensitive, baby?” he asked gently. Shona turned mute when her body immediately reacted to his touch and resorted to shaking her head. “Hm, glad to hear that, my pet,” he said and pushed two of his fingers inside her pussy. “Fuck. You were right, mate. Hot and tight and so fucking wet. The thought of tasting her makes me drool.”

  The waiter returned with their food and served them with efficient speed.

  “Please,” she begged but it ended in a delighted sigh when Jason brushed his fingers over her clit. Softly, like the touch of a feather.

  “Eat, Shona. Your food is getting cold.” Mitch’s order rang colloquia
lly in the hum of voices around them.

  “I . . . mmm . . . can’t,” she gritted through clenched teeth as Sam sped up and pumped his fingers inside her.

  “Yes, you can.”

  He was unmovable. Her pleading eyes tickled at the Dominant in him. Her capitulation, when she picked up the fork and bit into the piece of potato, made his cock tighten in reaction. She hated his control but she gave in time and again. It gave him an all consuming power. To watch her eyes swirl with defiance while she did his bidding anyway tore at his willpower.

  He wanted nothing more than to swap places with Jason.

  He didn’t move.

  For a relationship to work with them, Shona had to realize he was the one she would be committing to. Her submission to him would have to be implicit; no holds barred, or there would be no chance of success.

  She had to desire him above them. The desire to be with him must consume her. So much so that she would do anything he ordered her to—within limits, of course. Mitch would never cross certain boundaries but he would push hers to the limit.

  “Oh god! Please, Mitch, I beg you. I need to pee. I can’t . . . they have to . . . oohhmmm,” she begged silently.

  “You will hold it, Shona. Even when you come, you will not pee. Is that understood?”

  She shook her head. He was asking for the impossible. “I can’t. Please don’t ask me to!”

  “Yet, I’m ordering you to. Take a bite of your steak, love.”

  She seared him with a cutting look but stabbed at a piece of meat while she moaned and her hips thrashed under the table. Her two tormentors were driving her to another climax with alarming quickness. She bit into the meat as heat exploded in her loins. She concentrated so hard not to pee that she hardly felt the pleasure of the climax that ripped through her.

  Her fingers gripped the tablecloth, her body one trembling mass.

  “I hate you,” she whispered at Mitch. “I fucking hate you.”

  Mitch nodded at Sam, who immediately pulled her into his lap. She clenched her thighs together and held onto his arm that was wrapped around her waist.