The astonishing aspect of all of this was she portrayed herself as the shy, submissive librarian. A role she played extremely well. Curious as to what more she was hiding, Jeff pushed off from the wall and entered the living room with Caleb right on his heels.
* * * *
Janie kneeled there in the middle of her living room with her head down. Her hands were palms up and her back was straight. She had perfected this pose when she ordered that submissive video over the Internet. After reading her first erotic book over a month ago, she tried to learn everything she could about the sex and the BDSM scene.
There was something about it that called to her soul. Staying up late night after night, she watched video after video, and when they ran out she surfed the Internet about anything and everything relating to BDSM. Intrigued and extremely turned on, she spent hours researching and studying every move, every nuance.
When she came across the Pleasure Cave, she knew she had hit the jackpot. The application for a membership was already downloaded and filled out. She had planned to submit it tonight, but thinking back over the last twenty minutes, it looked like her plan had changed.
She didn’t know what it was about these two brothers, but they were something. They set her skin on fire when they touched her. Their voices sent erotic pulses through her veins.
Admit it, they are walking, talking hot-ass cowboys, and they turn you on! her inner nymph shouted.
Smiling to herself, she let out a small giggle.
“Something funny, cupcake?” he said in that deep voice that turned her pussy to liquid.
Oh god. What is he going to do?
“No, Sir?” she answered softly.
Janie heard them moving around the room. She could see their feet as they walked past. But when a pair of black boots stopped before her, she stopped breathing.
Excitement mixed with a dash of fear controlled what nerves she had. She wanted this so much, needed this. The heady aroma of sex permeated her condo, filtering through her brain like an aphrodisiac.
The movement of furniture behind her grabbed her attention, but she dared not move. From what she remembered, the Sir or Master, as they preferred to be called, would be displeased if she did. Holding her pose, she slowly breathed in and out, waiting for his command.
She knew it would come.
And then it did. “Janie, do you have a safe word?”
“No, Sir.”
“Do you know what a safe word is?”
“Yes, Sir. A safe word is a code word that is sometimes used in BDSM for the submissive, or what some call the bottom. The safe word communicates the submissive’s physical or emotional state to their dominant or Top. The safe word is typically used when the dominant is approaching or about to cross any physical, emotional, or moral boundary set by the submissive. Once used, the dominant is to stop all physical ministrations and step away.”
“That’s a very nice and detailed description, Janie. But if I didn’t know any better, I would say you memorized that. Now, can you explain to me what that really means?”
Janie jerked her head upward and looked at Jeff. She heard the question he had asked, but didn’t understand what he meant. She was confused. She knew she had answered him correctly, but she really didn’t understand where he was going with this.
Chewing on her bottom lip, she thought about what he was requiring of her, but the answer eluded her. She couldn’t decipher an accurate description.
“Janie, do you understand what a safe word really means to a submissive?” Caleb asked, concerned, sitting on her couch.
She turned and stared at Caleb, the man who had just gave her one of the most pleasurable orgasms of her life, and she couldn’t answer him. She didn’t know the answer.
Scrambling to her feet, Janie ran into her spare room, hitting the power button on her computer. Sitting naked on the cold leather chair, she began to search for the true meaning of a safe word and what it means to a submissive. As she scoured the Internet, looking for answers, she felt them enter the room.
“Janie, honey, what are you doing?” Jeff asked, coming up behind her.
“I am looking for the correct answer. I have researched every aspect of BDSM, and have studied and watched videos. I have learned applications and memorized the key points to the lifestyle. I know the clinical application process and what it entails. But I am unsure as to how to answer your question. Is there something I missed?” she rattled off, clicking away and searching website after website.
“Janie, turn off the computer,” Jeff asked.
“But I must answer your question. A Sir or Master’s question must be answered truthfully, or consequences will be implemented.”
“If you don’t turn that computer off, your consequences are going to be implemented right now. Turn. It. Off. Now,” Jeff demanded.
Janie shut down the computer and stood, turning to face Jeff. She noticed Caleb leaning against the door, concern on his face. But it was the hard, determined look upon Jeff’s face that held her attention.
He looked mad and upset. Had she done something to cause his ire? Thinking over what had occurred over the last twenty minutes, she couldn’t think of anything that would cause him to be displeased with her. But though her assumptions may have been marred by her need to answer that lone question, her actions could be questioned.
Realizing this, Janie immediately fell to her knees at his feet. “I am sorry, Sir. I shouldn’t have left the way I did. It won’t happen again.”
Janie flinched when she felt his warm hands upon her shoulders. Raising her head, she saw that Jeff had knelt down to her. Looking her directly in the eyes, his hard look softened. “Janie, we need to have a talk. I want you to get dressed and meet Caleb and myself in the living room, okay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Chapter Seven
Jeff and Caleb waited patiently for Janie to emerge from her bedroom. Both of the brothers didn’t know what to make of Janie’s reaction. She was highly sexual and a definite submissive, but it was her understanding of the meaning that worried them.
They had been around the BDSM lifestyle for years now and had never come across a submissive who took the clinical or logical approach. There was something missing in Janie’s application. It was like she took all the emotions, feelings, and bare sensuality out of the process and was conducting some sort of scientific experiment.
“Jeff, do you think Janie’s all there? I mean, she is one smart cookie, has a smoking hot body, and man she has the sweetest little pussy ever, but, brother, she’s definitely missing something, if you catch my drift.”
“Caleb, if you don’t shut the fuck up, I am going to kick your ass.”
“What? I was just asking a question, meant no disrespect.”
Jeff was seriously thinking about laying his brother flat when Janie walked in dressed nicely in a long, flowing yellow skirt and white blouse. Her hair was brushed and tied back in a ponytail. She had applied a little makeup. She was reserved as she entered, blushing as she looked at them. She didn’t say a word as she sat on the love seat across from them.
He watched as she straightened her back and took a deep breath.
She was once again the nervous, shy librarian.
What the fuck!
“Janie, I want to ask you again. Can you tell me what a safe word means to you?”
He watched as Janie blushed, giving her cheeks a rosy glow. He knew she was thinking about it, but when she looked at him, it was her lost confusion that tugged at his heart. His little librarian didn’t really know what it meant to be a submissive, and that endeared her more to him.
Sighing, Jeff moved over to sit next to her. He took her little hand in his and began, “Janie, I know you have done your research. That was very smart of you. Not a lot of women would do that. You, sweetheart, are one smart cookie. As you already know, Caleb and I are dominants. Well, I am more so than Caleb. Caleb just likes to play. But I take the lifestyle seriously. I live it mo
re so than my brother. I am afraid that though you have the mental smarts for this, you haven’t thought of the physical or emotional aspects. Have you ever been spanked?”
“No,” she whispered.
“Have you ever been tied up?”
“No.”
“Other than Caleb, have you ever been kissed by a man?”
“No.”
“What made you research BDSM?”
“I accidently checked out a book from the library. It was a ménage book. I never read anything like it before. It was interesting. I was intrigued—it made me feel...”
“How did it make you feel, Janie?” Caleb asked, interrupting her.
“Well, at first I didn’t know what to think. I was surprised, I guess. But as I read the book, I became interested. I had to sit in front of a fan, because the condo got too warm. But I finished it and wanted to read more. I just liked it.”
Jeff saw Caleb smile as he tried to control his own grin. Their little librarian was hands down the sweetest, most innocent woman in the world, and she was all theirs.
Now the question was how to proceed and not scare the living shit out of her.
Leaning back, Jeff observed Janie. She was poised, demure, and quite honestly, a social introvert. It wasn’t that she couldn’t hold a conversation with strangers. It was almost if she’d rather not, as if it was her choice to avoid any forms of social interactions.
Was it her choice to remove herself from society, or was there some deeper problem?
Jeff knew if there was going to be any form of relationship, he had to get to the bottom of this, and if he could help her, then he would move heaven and earth to do so.
Just when he was about to suggest something, the fire alarm began blaring throughout the complex. Jeff scooped up Janie as he and Caleb rushed from her condo. They were greeted by the other occupants who, like themselves, were looking for the smoke.
Caleb couldn’t see anything and was about to head back in when the whole complex exploded. The force of the loud explosion sent Caleb hurtling backward as fire and debris reigned down around him.
* * * *
Janie screamed, trying to remove herself from Jeff’s hold. She watched as Caleb lay hurt on the ground, and she was unable to get to him. Something in her needed to get to him, to hold him, to reassure herself that he was okay.
She fought Jeff hard as he opened the passenger side of the truck, placing her in the front seat. “Janie, stay here!” Jeff shouted over the coming fire trucks, ambulance, and police cars as he slammed the truck door, encasing her in a safe place.
The area looked like a demilitarized war zone.
Nothing was left.
Her neighbors stood across the street huddled together, crying, looking lost. She knew what they felt. She was lost, too. Janie watched as Jeff ran to his brother, who still lay motionless on the hard ground. She couldn’t hear what he was shouting, but when Jeff hauled his brother up and over his shoulder, she sighed when Jeff gave her a tentative smile.
Caleb was gonna be okay.
Relief invaded her bones as she sagged into the comfortable leather seat. She turned when Jeff opened that back door, helping his brother to sit. Janie didn’t waste time as she climbed over the seat, hugging Caleb. “Are you all right?”
“Awe, shug, it’s gonna take a lot more than me getting knocked on my ass to hurt me,” Caleb said, wrapping his arms around her.
“I thought...” Janie whispered into his neck, tightening her hold. She sighed and relaxed when Caleb held her tighter. Moving her to where she was on his lap, Janie enveloped herself in his arms. She felt protected and wanted, something so foreign to her, but yet right.
“Janie, I’m really okay. Just got the wind knocked out of me.”
She couldn’t stop them as tears ran freely down her face.
It had been fourteen years since she last cried, and in one second, all those pent-up emotions came rushing forward, robbing her of her breaths. Gasping, she tried unsuccessfully to contain the heaving sobs. Realizing she was fighting a losing battle, she gave herself over to them, letting the emotions consume her.
* * * *
Jeff and Caleb never said a single word as they took Janie and headed back to the ranch. Her cries tore at each of them, and if they knew how to stop them, they would gladly do it. But for some reason, they allowed her this release, almost as if she needed it. It broke their hearts to watch her go through this, but they were thankful that they were there for her to lean on.
After Jeff talked with Braxton, he informed the sheriff that he was taking Janie home with him. Everyone knew Janie lived alone, and the thought of her staying with someone else just didn’t sit well with Jeff.
Looking in his rearview mirror, he saw that Caleb still held her tightly in his arms, soothing her, giving her the support she needed, but her cries still came. He pulled into the drive and turned off the ignition.
Opening the back door, Jeff took Janie from Caleb, who walked ahead and opened the front door. Taking her straight back to the master bedroom, Jeff laid her down on the king-size bed and proceeded to take her clothes off. When she was down to her bra and panties, Caleb handed him a T-shirt and helped him put it on her. Covering her up, they watched as Janie grabbed a pillow and hugged it close, curling up into a ball and softly crying into it.
“Caleb, go shower and get changed. I’ll stay here with Janie.”
“All right,” Caleb said and turned to leave.
Jeff removed his boots and slid in behind Janie, holding her body close to his. “Cry it all out, baby. I’ve got ya,” he whispered, kissing her neck.
And that was exactly what she did.
* * * *
In the following days, Jeff and Caleb rearranged their routine to accommodate Janie’s job. After the explosion, the outpouring of volunteers surprised Janie. She never thought so many people would jump at the chance to help.
When the neighboring ranches heard what had happened, several of Jeff and Caleb’s neighbors arrived with baskets of clothes, food, and any other provision Janie could possibly need. But it was the generosity of Emma Quinn who touched her the most.
Emma Quinn was the wife to three men, and a survivor herself. Though Janie didn’t want to intrude and ask, she knew the first moment she met her. Emma opened her arms and welcomed Janie, and from then on they were almost inseparable.
Janie never truly had a real girlfriend, and it took some getting used to, but thanks to Emma’s ability to listen, and her carefree attitude, she made her adjustments easier.
Life on the ranch took time to get used to. Though Janie never shied away from a challenge, the day-to-day hours were hard, that and she felt she owed it to the brothers to help by cooking and cleaning. They had told her several times it wasn’t necessary, but she just couldn’t stay with them and not give anything back. But what she really wanted to give back, they refused, and God knew she had tried.
Oh, they talked and talked about everything, desires, hopes, wishes, and wants. And they even discussed at length her inability to comprehend her feelings. It was becoming exhausting when all she wanted to do was to show them.
Janie knew she was better at showing than expressing, but every time she tried, they refused her offer.
She slept naked with her bedroom door open.
She would purposefully forget her towel and would walk naked back to her room.
She cuddled and wiggled closely to them as they all watched television.
Hell, she even started wearing jeans, and she hated jeans.
* * * *
The last straw was three days ago, when she was in the kitchen cooking dinner with only an apron on. When they came in, they stopped dead in their tracks, said hi, and headed straight for their bedrooms. If she didn’t know any better, she would swear they were testing her.
No matter what she did, they refused to have sex with her and it was beginning to piss her off!
* * * *
A couple of da
ys later, Janie and Emma were in town at the local grocery store, picking up items for the upcoming barbeque the following weekend, when Janie had had enough.
“Emma, can I ask you a personal question?”
“Sure, honey, shoot.”
“How do you—I mean, how could I, you know, get someone—I need sex!” Janie said a little too loudly, attracting other shoppers in their area. Her face flushed beet red.
Emma smiled and replied, “Wait a minute. You mean to tell me you have been out at the JC for three weeks now and neither of those boneheads has touched you?”
Not for lack of trying on my part!
“Well, Caleb and I did before the condo exploded, but nothing since,” Janie admitted.
“And you’re horny?”
Hornier than a two-dicked billy goat!
“Yes.”
“And they haven’t?” Emma replied, discreetly using the index-finger-in-the-hole prop.
Giggling at the visual, Janie said, “No.”
“What is it exactly are you asking, Janie?”
How do I get them to spank me, whip me, and fuck me seven ways till Sunday!
“How do I make them want to have sex with me?” Janie asked.
“You want to entice them. Get them so riled up they won’t stop till they blow their loads?”
Uh, I want them hard, hot, and ready to fuck for days!
Blushing, Janie smiled. “Yes.”
“Oh, honey, we need to drive to Celestial. I so have to show you something.” Emma laughed loudly.
It was late when Emma dropped Janie off at the ranch. Saying good-bye, Janie looked at her watch and figured she had about thirty minutes to get ready. Running into the house, she made her preparations for a night to remember.
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