by Fiona Archer
Alex stayed silent, his gaze holding hers. Finally, he let out a low breath. “You want to learn? Then give Kane and me this weekend.” He traced the line of her jaw with the pad of one finger before he gripped the back of her neck firm enough that her mouth opened. “We can give you the chance to see if having a man, two men, dominate you is what you want.”
Olivia couldn’t breathe. Just stared at the hard lines of his face. His hold on her nape was so…she didn’t know what. Forceful? Commanding? Tingles shot over her shoulders and down through her body, straight to the juncture of her thighs.
He raised one brow. “What do you say, Red?”
God, it was so tempting.
“I don’t know.” At least she was honest. She flicked her gaze to Kane. “Do you, I mean, do you want this, too?”
His lips slanted in a wry smile. “Since your tour of the club, it’s taken all our self-control not to carry you downstairs to our playroom.”
Wetness dampened her panties. Just the idea of having them master her was enough to have her wanting.
“But I’m a consultant with your company.” She had to be upfront, cover off all her concerns.
Kane nodded. “But not an employee. You don’t have an office on any of our premises. Yes, you report to us, as in updates on your projects, but we can see how things go this weekend, maybe change things so you answer to Ralph in marketing instead. We don’t want you feeling compromised. This”—he waved a hand between the three of them—“attraction we have for you is something I’ve not felt with another sub. And I’ve been around the lifestyle long enough to recognize it’s special.”
She took a breath to absorb all he said. His attraction? He’d called it special. But what about Alex?
Sucking up her courage, she met his stare.
“And you?”
“If I wasn’t attracted to you as a person, and as a sub, you wouldn’t be here.” He loosened his hand from her nape, then ran his fingers through her hair before dropping his arm over her thighs.
She swallowed.
“One weekend, Red. We’ll move your bags from the hotel, and you’ll stay here. We can give you a taste of BDSM. You’ll be safe. We guarantee it. But it’s your decision.” To make his point further, Alex removed his arm from across her thighs to rest by his side.
Her short laugh was more a release of nervous tension. “It’s easier in the stories. The Doms normally just take charge.”
“In real life the sub’s the one in the driver’s seat.” At her disbelieving stare, Alex shrugged. “Think about it. You hold the power to give or deny us your submission.”
He was right. She’d never thought of it that way. But there was something hanging in the air for her. She guessed their answer but needed to get all her cards on the table. “Would this weekend include sex?”
“Yes, that is if you agreed.” Alex’s gaze turned watchful.
Kane squeezed her hand, then let go and sat further back on the chair. “Olivia, we can simply play in the dungeon if that’s what you want. But yes, for us the complete BDSM experience with someone we’re as attracted to as we are to you includes sex.”
Having sex with Alex and Kane, being under their control, being dominated, restrained, learning if that was for her, maybe experiencing the same joy as she’d witnessed on the face of the sub being flogged in the club? Did she want that?
Absolutely.
“Okay, then.” She glanced first to Kane, then Alex.
“Say it in full, Olivia.” Alex sat there, unmoving.
“Yes, I’ll give you the weekend. And”—she swallowed—“I want the sex.”
Kane’s deep voice caressed her with its power. “For the next forty-eight hours, you agree to be our sub. You obey us in everything. The only exception is if you use your safe word.”
Their sub.
“Agreed.”
“Your safe word is red. If you need us to slow down, say orange. For the time being, you don’t have permission to speak unless it’s in answer to a question.” Kane waited a second for her to absorb the details. “Understood?”
No speaking? Yikes. But she had her safe word, right? “I understand.”
“How’s your foot?”
Alex’s question caught her by surprise. Heck, her tumble. She’d completely forgotten. First slowly, and then with more confidence, she turned her ankle. Nope, not even a twinge.
“It’s fine.”
“Up you go then.” Alex eased her off his lap but kept his hands on her shoulders when she first put pressure on her foot.
She gave him a small smile of reassurance.
“Stand here.” He guided her to a spot a few feet from the lounger.
Kane pulled the chair out of the way.
Alex stood in front of her. “Strip,” he ordered.
“Here?” She blinked. “Outside?”
His gaze cooled. Ooops. She rushed to unzip her dress at the side, then laid it on the chair. Next came her bra. The damn hooks at the back took forever to undo. Once again real life was so freaking different than those romances. Finally, it sprang free. She threw it on top of the dress. Her hands went to her cotton panties. With a deep breath, she pulled them down her legs. Maybe they’d be too preoccupied with her breasts to notice her thighs and soft, pouchy belly?
Kane, standing side on to her, snatched her underwear out of her hands. “No more panties for the rest of the weekend when you’re in the house.”
Now, hang on. “I don’t think—”
He spanked her hard on her bottom.
She gasped. Her skin sizzled. Then a new heat, this one carnal, shot a bolt of pleasure straight to her core.
Kane had spanked her.
And she’d liked it.
“When we said obey, that didn’t mean debate.” Alex’s tone was uncompromising.
She dropped her gaze to his chest. This might prove harder than she thought.
“Olivia.” His voice turned deeper, warmer. “Eyes up.” She obeyed. “This is new to you, but we won’t allow disobedience. Understood?”
“Yes, uh, Sir?” They hadn’t specified how to address them, but for some reason she didn’t want to disappoint him again.
“Very nice, Red.” Alex’s gaze softened and pleasure filled her chest at his approval. “Spread your legs shoulder width apart.”
She rushed to comply.
Alex continued. “Now lock your fingers together behind your head.”
Her heartbeat picked up a gear. This new position lifted her breasts higher. A wisp of breeze flowed over the terrace, pushing air over her skin. She felt vulnerable, exposed.
Yet, that very idea excited her.
“Before you visited the club, Kane went through a checklist with you about triggers, things that may upset you. Do you remember that?”
“I do, Sir.” Thankfully, she knew of nothing specifically that would make her feel uncomfortable, apart from not wanting to see anyone in great pain.
“Now you need to tell us your hard limits, the things that you consider nonnegotiable during play.” His voice gentled as she swallowed. “Tonight, we’ll stick to basics. Tomorrow, you can fill in the application form we’ve designed for our club.”
Completing the form sounded like a good idea, but some stuff she was already clear on. “I’m not into hard pain or humiliation.” She’d read a few BDSM romances featuring the more hard-core aspects of play, but they hadn’t done a thing for her. “And needles and stuff like that.”
Kane moved in behind her. “The application covers all of that, but for now I’m guessing bondage, domination, and mild pain are areas we can explore.” His fingers trailed down her back to sweep over her bottom.
She tried to ignore his touch and focus on their words.
“Look at her ass, Alex. It’s going to look fucking gorgeous holding a plug.”
“Definitely. We’ll start with a small one tonight.”
Oh my God. Alan had never shown an interest in anal sex. Given that, neith
er had she.
“Would you like that, baby? Having Alex use a plug on your ass?”
“I’ve never worn one before.” She concentrated on breathing as Kane’s fingers dipped lower, squeezing her butt cheek.
“A virgin ass?” Kane’s voice sounded all growly rough. “Now that’s hot.” Warm fingers skimmed her inner thigh.
She jolted, dropping her hands.
“Don’t move.” Kane’s breath tickled her ear as the silk of his shirt rubbed against her upper back.
She relocked her hands, tightening her grip when his fingers edged the lips of her pussy. They glided easily against skin slick with the proof of her arousal. His touch—firm, determined—edged closer to her clit.
“You have lovely breasts, Red.” Alex cupped her flesh, squeezing until her breasts filled with blood. He flicked his thumbs over her nipples.
She clenched her bottom as she battled to stay in place. Each swipe sent a jolt of pleasure to her core.
“So responsive.” His gaze locked with hers, held it as he pinched the buds, gently at first, then harder, and harder still.
“Ahhh.” She rose up on tiptoes, the pressure coming close to pain. It was too much. Too, too much. Her eyes watered. Her safe word lay on the tip of her tongue. And then…a new throb, low in her belly, took over, dragging her deeper in the swell of her arousal, carrying her toward something darker, hotter. A place she’d never been before.
Kane’s fingers skimmed over her clit, his touch feather soft. “So warm and wet, baby.” He circled the entrance of her vagina. “How long do you think I can keep doing this before I stroke that hard little clit of yours?” Grasping her earlobe with his teeth, he bit the soft flesh before soothing the tiny sting with a cool lick.
She pressed her lips together against a whimper. Alex’s forceful touch combined with Kane’s teasing made for an exquisite torment.
“That’s it, sub. Feel it.” Alex tugged on her nipples, then reduced the pressure with a slowness that only kicked her need higher. “Let’s take this somewhere else.” he looked over her shoulder. “My kit’s downstairs.”
“Mine’s upstairs.”
Alex lowered his hands to her hips. “Your room it is.” He gazed down at her. “But I think our sub needs a further reminder of her submission.”
“I was about to say the same.” Kane stepped away. She heard the sounds of rustling before he grasped her wrists. “Behind your back, sweetness.”
Her belly dropped. Anticipation sent her pulse flying. She forced her limbs to relax as Kane drew her arms behind her. With swift, confident moves, he tied a soft material, her scarf she guessed, firmly around her wrists. Her clit throbbed as he tugged on the knots.
“There, now you’re nice and helpless.”
“Exactly how she wants to be.” Alex stared back at her.
Damn those Doms and their all knowingness.
He gathered up the contents on her tote, replacing them in the bag, along with her clothing and shoes.
She let out a tiny squeak as Kane swung her up in his arms.
His low-bellied laugh riled her like a stick poked into a nest of hornets. It must have shown on her face.
“Something you want to say, sub?” His voice had hit that subterranean level that sent a ripple of caution down to her toes.
Eeep. “No, Sir.”
“I didn’t think so.” He glanced at his brother. “Lead on.”
Kane followed Alex through the French doors to an elevator set back from the foyer. The ride took seconds, with the brass-trimmed panel reading “2nd floor” as the doors opened.
Alex led them down a wide corridor right to the end.
“This is my suite,” Kane informed her, his breathing showing no strain from having carried her for so long.
Alex swung the door wide, holding it open for Kane before closing it firmly behind them.
Kane lowered her to her bare feet. “Steady.” He gripped her hips. Once sure she had her balance, he kissed her shoulder before stepping away.
She studied the room. As expected, it was huge and yet intimate. Colors in different shades of brown and rust declared this was a man’s room. A massive bed with its brown leather padded headboard, dark timber dressers, and camel-colored lounge chairs filled the space without crowding. Two further doorways revealed a dark tiled bathroom and what looked like a walk-in closet.
A pair of arms wrapped around her from behind. White sleeves. Alex. He drew her against his hard body. The faint scent of his aftershave, applied hours earlier in the day, still had the sophisticated, purely masculine traits that he embodied.
Alex ran his hands over the tops of her thighs. “Warm enough?”
“I’m fine, Sir.”
He wrapped one arm around her waist, locking her in place. With his other hand he gripped a hunk of her hair and tilted her head back until she looked into his determined gaze. His mouth descended over hers, crushing her lips in a hard kiss.
She closed her eyes and melted against him, opening her mouth to his invasion. His tongue swept her warm recesses, demanding her compliance. A prelude of what was to come?
Only when he let go of her hair did she open her eyes. Their gazes lingered a second longer—his assessing, almost predatory.
His hand brushed the side of her breast, moved lower. “You shave.” Callused fingertips skimmed the sensitive skin above her pussy. “Tell me why.”
“I like the smoothness. Once I started, it was, um, easier t–to”—she broke off as he traced a wide circle around her clit—“k–keep shaving.”
Alex pulled at the skin just above her clit, raising the hood. Air caressed the throbbing bundle of nerves, teasing her with its too soft touch.
She twisted her wrists, but the knots had no give. Her head dropped forward.
“You’re beautiful in your desperation, Red.” Alex rubbed his whisker-covered chin on her shoulder before laying a kiss over the still-tingling skin. “It pleases me seeing you react to my touch, to see your struggle.”
His words enveloped her in a dark, erotic blanket of need.
Kane stepped in front of her. “She’s gorgeous to look at.” Now shirtless, his body’s golden skin shone under the light from above. His finger-combed hair, silhouetted against the brightness, gave him a wild, untamed look.
“Gorgeous to touch.” He cupped a breast in each hand and plumped their fullness. “Let’s see how she tastes.” He sucked on a nipple.
Olivia threw her head back, hitting Alex’s chest. His arm tightened around her.
Kane sucked harder, then eased off until the already tender nub was caught between his teeth. He pressed down, then released, only to bite down again as he tweaked her other nipple, rolling it between his fingers, over and again.
She tried to be still, but the pleasure, mingled with the added spice of pain, was too much. Shuffling her feet, she lifted one foot, then stamped it down in a pathetic attempt to expunge her frustration. In return, Kane pinched her nipple hard enough to make her cry out.
Above her, Alex’s laugh sent a chill up her spine.
“Poor Red. We’ve only just begun.”
She whimpered.
Evil jerks.
“What does submission mean to you, Olivia?” Alex asked.
“What?” Who cared right now? She just wanted to come, so, so badly.
Alex spanked her inner thigh. Pain flared over the soft flesh, forcing her eyes wide.
“Forgotten how to address me already?”
Heck. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Close your eyes and focus.” Alex spoke close to her ear. “What does submission mean to you?” He ran the back of his knuckles down her side, over her hip.
Her tummy quivered at his touch. Snatches of thoughts appeared. She dragged them together to form sound bites. “Giving over control. Trusting you. Letting you teach me things.”
“That’s a start.” Alex smoothed his hand on her outer thigh.
Her stomach clenched. Of all places, h
er thighs. Could he feel her cellulite? No matter how much she exercised or whatever fad cream she used, the slight lumps and bumps never disappeared. She squeezed her eyes tighter, trying to block out the imagery.
“Red, where did you go?”
Huh? “Nowhere, Sir.”
“Your mind, what were you thinking?”
Kane’s mouth made a popping sound as he let go of her nipple. “You touched her thigh. I felt her tense up the minute you went there.”
She groaned inwardly.
Alex’s hand rested against her bottom. “Olivia.” His voice hardened in warning.
“My cellulite.” She blurted. “I was worried you’d feel it and”—she closed her eyes for a second, then rushed out—“get turned off.
Her face burned with shame. Could it get any worse?
Kane dropped down to his knees and studied her thighs.
Apparently, it could.
“I see the thighs of a grown woman.” His fingers traced a particular dimple whose location she knew by heart from the many times she’d studied it in the mirror. “One who’s lived life, taken care of her body, and should be proud of her efforts.” He rose to stand before her, his gaze assessing.
Was he serious? It was different for men. They weren’t judged the same way as women. “Please, can’t we just, you know, get back to the good stuff?”
A gleam entered his eyes, one she instinctively knew not to trust. “Just so you know, sweetness, you’ve given us something to work with later.”
A sense of doom lodged in the pit of her stomach, but she had no chance to dwell on the thought as Alex pushed her forward toward the bed. “And to think I was about to let you come before you tensed up on me.”
Nooo. That was so unfair. But she wasn’t stupid enough to say it out loud.
Kane dropped a large leather gym-styled bag on the bed. He unzipped it to file through the contents before pulling out a coil of rope, leather wrist cuffs, and something silvery that jangled as it fell onto the dusky toned bedspread.
Alex turned her so she faced him, her back to the bed. “What’s your safe word?”
“Red, Sir.”
“And if you want us to slow down and check?”
“Orange.”
He nodded. “Since you’ve never worn a plug before, I’m guessing nobody’s ever tied your breasts?”