Dane observed her mannerisms from the island where he’d set several items from the refrigerator.
She’d taken a few steps back after their outing, losing a little of the instant obedience she’d managed to maintain yesterday. It was to be expected after leaving the apartment.
Her nipples pebbled when she crossed her hands behind her back.
Dane almost moaned watching the show. Luckily, Aiden stepped into his line of vision, sauntering toward him. “Whatcha makin’?” he asked when he leaned over the island.
“Meatball sandwiches.” He smiled at Aiden. They were one of his partner’s favorite foods.
Aiden moaned. “Did I do something special?”
“Yeah. You’re always something special. Now move so I can finish preparing.” Dane swatted Aiden away from the counter.
Aiden jumped out of his reach and sauntered over to the couch. He kicked off his shoes and left them halfway across the room.
Dane watched his fine ass as it swayed. He sucked in a breath when Aiden pulled his shirt over his head and then lowered himself onto the cushion directly in front of Stephanie.
With his knife still in the air, barely touching the end of the hoagie roll, Dane couldn’t take his gaze off his roommates. Whatever Aiden had planned, Dane didn’t want to miss.
Sure enough, Aiden stroked Stephanie’s bottom lip and then drew a line down her neck and across one nipple. She flinched.
Aiden leaned forward. No person, male or female, could deny the man’s pecs were delicious. Dane set the knife on the counter before he dropped it.
“Open my jeans, Steph.” Aiden pointed at his crotch. He could have done that himself, but without a doubt it would be more titillating and drag out the angst more if he made Stephanie do it.
Dane blinked several times. His eyes were dry from staring at the scene.
Stephanie fumbled with the enclosure, leaning closer and nearly losing her balance.
Dane tiptoed around the island to get a better view. A timer dinged on the oven. The meatballs could wait a minute.
Aiden lifted his hips. “Pull them off, hon.”
Stephanie tugged awkwardly on Aiden’s jeans until she had them below his ass. When he plopped back down, she pulled them the rest of the way off.
Aiden stroked his cock inches from her face. “I need you. I need to be inside your sweet mouth.”
She stared at his length. She set one hand on each of his thighs and inched forward on her knees until she was trapped between his legs.
Dane couldn’t stand not being a part of this. He hurried over behind Stephanie and set his palms on her shoulders. “Suck his cock in, baby.” Dane ran one finger up her neck on each side.
She shivered.
He pulled her curls back and wrapped them in a hair band. He was growing accustomed to carrying them in his pocket. He never knew when he might need one.
He liked to see Stephanie’s face when she sucked Aiden off—or whenever she was engrossed in something.
“Lick the tip,” Dane whispered. He smoothed his palms down her arms until he reached her hands. On Aiden’s thighs, Dane wove his fingers with Stephanie’s and pulled hers back. She lost her balance for a moment and then steadied herself.
Dane slid down behind her on his knees, nudging her legs farther apart so he could nestle between them. He set her hands on his own thighs. “Leave your palms here.”
When he reached around her with both hands and fondled Aiden’s balls with one hand and grasped his cock with the other, Stephanie inhaled. “Lick the tip,” he repeated, holding it out toward her mouth.
She complied, her pink tongue stroking through the slit and lapping up the precome.
Aiden sucked in a breath, his chest bulging out. “Damn,” he moaned.
Dane let Aiden’s cock slide through his palm, barely touching it in the circle of his fingers. At the tip, he mimicked Stephanie’s tongue action with his pointer finger, spreading the precome around the head. “You want her to suck you off?” he whispered into Stephanie’s ear. The words were for Aiden, but his breath made her shiver.
“I don’t frankly care who sucks me, as long as one of you does,” Aiden stated through gritted teeth.
Taking the hint, Dane stretched his neck to the side of Stephanie’s and sucked Aiden’s length clear into his throat. He knew how much Aiden liked quick and direct.
What Aiden didn’t care for was having his lover pause. When Dane released the stiffening dick and let it bob in the air, Aiden groaned. He gripped Dane’s shoulders, drawing Stephanie even farther into their mutual embrace.
Dane released Aiden entirely and cupped Stephanie’s breasts, making her arch.
“I thought I was supposed to be in charge of this blowjob,” she mumbled.
“Baby, you aren’t in charge of anything,” Dane said.
Stephanie set her cheek brazenly on Aiden’s knee and sighed.
“Uh uh, little sub. Lift your face.” Dane pinched her nipples as he spoke, and she righted herself.
“Go ahead, then. Suck Aiden. We’ll take turns.” Dane nodded at the length of cock still bobbing in front of Stephanie.
She licked briefly over the tip once more and then sucked him about halfway into her mouth.
Dane leaned into her ear again. “Gently drag your teeth over the shaft as you pull off. Gently,” he repeated. He didn’t want Aiden to haul off and slap him if she bit too hard. Many men didn’t like teeth anywhere near their cock, but Aiden did.
Dane released one breast and gripped the base of Aiden’s dick to hold it steady as Stephanie sucked and explored the top half.
After several passes, he squeezed her breast. “My turn.”
She lifted her face and Dane took Aiden’s cock into his own mouth without letting even two seconds pass.
Aiden moaned louder. He squeezed Dane’s shoulders so hard his fingers dug into the muscles. The burn was delicious.
Dane sucked deeper, enjoying the rhythm as he drew almost the entire cock into his throat. When he pulled back, he nudged Stephanie closer with his shoulder. “Mmm. That’s amazing. He tastes like Aiden, but he also tastes like you.” Dane licked his lips as he nibbled Stephanie’s neck right where it met her shoulder.
“Suck harder, Steph. Make him come. Swallow.” Dane drew circles around first one nipple and then the other, still gripping Aiden’s length.
Stephanie squirmed, let her free breast brush against Aiden’s inner thighs. Dane watched her subconsciously try to get off at the contact.
Dane released her tit and wrapped his arm around her waist to hold her steady. “I see what you’re doing. Nobody gave you permission to come.”
Her moan leaked around Aiden’s flesh as Dane’s arm squeezed her beneath her breasts.
Aiden stiffened, even his fingers stopped kneading Dane’s skin. He thrust forward, impaling himself a tiny bit farther into Stephanie’s mouth.
Taking the cue, Dane pressed his chin into her head as Aiden cried out.
Dane felt the orgasm as it pulsed beneath his palm.
Stephanie sucked, tiny smacking noises coming from her mouth.
When it was over, Dane released Aiden’s cock and stroked Stephanie’s head. “Good girl. You do that so well.” He nibbled her earlobe and kissed her cheek. “Lean your face on Aiden’s thigh here.” He angled her head so her mouth was just a breath from Aiden’s cock. Then he lifted her by the waist until she stood bent over Aiden’s lap.
Stephanie shivered.
“Spread your legs farther,” Dane commanded.
She stepped out with both feet and reached to support herself with a hand on each of Aiden’s legs.
Dane popped the button on his jeans and lowered the zipper as he stared at her ass, still pink from the spanking. He had to grit his teeth to keep from moaning. So fucking sexy.
After lowering his jeans to his thighs, he reached between her legs and spread her lower lips with his fingers. “Stay still,” he whispered when she squirmed. He strok
ed one finger through her wetness. “So wet. You ready for me, baby?”
“Yes, Sir. Please,” she mumbled against Aiden’s thigh.
Aiden set his hands on her shoulders and held her in place.
Dane didn’t wait any longer. He’d wanted to be inside her since he woke up this morning. Without hesitating another moment, he lined himself up with her pussy and pressed home.
Stephanie moaned as she rocked forward as much as Dane would allow. She held Aiden’s thighs with a grip that turned her fingers white and rolled her head until her forehead lay braced against Aiden’s stomach, her mouth hovering above his cock.
Dane gripped her hips tighter as he absorbed the vision in front of him. He pulled almost out and then thrust back inside her warmth on one breath. He needed this. Needed the release.
Stephanie lifted up on her tiptoes as he set up a rhythm, the only way she could participate with both men holding her steady.
Dane’s vision blurred as he watched her back arch and her pink ass squeeze. He released her hip with one hand and trailed his fingers around to her clit when he was about to come. He wanted her orgasm to coincide with his and he knew she was close.
Stephanie cried out when Dane pinched her clit. She pressed forward firmly into Aiden and moaned.
“Go ahead, hon,” Aiden said. “Let it go.” He rubbed her back with one hand.
Dane was thankful for the help. He was in no position to give her directions. He thrust into her one last time as she squeezed around him and let his orgasm take over.
Their moans mixed in the room as Dane emptied himself into his submissive. God she was sexy. And leaning over Aiden in her current position only intensified the way she made him feel.
When he finally caught his breath and Stephanie’s body stopped pulsing around his cock, he pulled out. Aiden handed him several tissues from a box on the end table. Dane cleaned up Stephanie and then himself while she remained in the same spot.
He hadn’t given her permission to move yet, but he suspected her suspension in time had more to do with lethargy than submission.
He smiled down at her. “Rest here with Aiden while I finish making lunch. I’m starving.” Dane eased her back onto her knees, her head still resting on Aiden’s lap, her face directly in front of his cock.
His knees were weak. He pulled up his jeans and tucked himself back inside. It took great effort to hobble back to the kitchen.
Dane finished making lunch, glancing every few moments at the two people still resting in the living room. He loaded three plates with sandwiches and chips and set them on the island. “It’s ready. I think you should both eat naked.”
“I’ve never been afraid of naked.” Aiden stood slowly and hauled Stephanie with him.
She wobbled on the way over. Her face was flushed from the intense orgasm.
Aiden lifted Stephanie onto a stool, spread her legs as though knowing she wouldn’t do it well enough on her own, and then took the seat next to her.
“I’m so hungry.” Aiden dug into his sandwich without batting an eye. The man had come minutes ago, with hardly enough recovery time to walk, and he stuffed his face as though nothing had happened.
Dane smirked and imitated the action. He needed food before anything else. “Eat, Steph.” Dane nodded at her plate. “It’s almost three. We have to be at work in a little while. Did you want to come with us?”
She lifted her face. “May I, Sir?”
“You wanted to work. We’re fine with you staying here.” Dane tapped her nose from across the table.
“Yes.” She nodded. “Please.” Her face lit up.
“All right. Finish lunch and we’ll all go in.” Dane tipped his head and took another bite.
Chapter Eleven
Stephanie was growing accustomed to showering with the door open. That wasn’t the reason for her current state of unrest.
They were about to leave for the restaurant. As much as she craved a trip into vanilla society, as Dane and Aiden jokingly referred to regular folks, she was nervous about what would be expected of her.
Full-time submission put a new spin on things. Though the men had agreed to allow her to work, and she anxiously awaited the brain stimulation, she didn’t have the specifics on what they would expect from her in public. And she cringed imagining what they might want her to wear. It was one thing to go out this morning in that flimsy sundress. She’d known they were going to Steve’s. It would be an entirely different scenario if they expected her to wear anything like that at the restaurant. There was no way she could do it.
Stephanie shut off the water and stepped from the shower onto the rug. She shivered in the cool air of the room and longed for a giant fluffy towel like the one Dane sported around his waist. He stood at the sink shaving and she watched his reflection in the mirror.
She’d been the last to get in the shower after being allowed some privacy behind the closed door of the adjoining small toilet room.
Aiden was dressed to kill, as usual, in a gray pinstriped suit, a purple tie, a starched white dress shirt and expensive shoes.
He handed her a washcloth. “Dry off, hon.”
She shivered as he watched her. Often one of the men relished drying her himself, but she figured he didn’t want to get water spots on his suit.
As she finished drying her body as best as possible, Dane stepped from the sink and wrapped her hair in a towel. He kissed her nose. “You smell good enough to eat. But I’ll save that for later.”
Much later, she hoped.
He pointed at the bench on her side of the bathroom. “Do the minimal, please. We like your face clear of most makeup.”
Naked, as usual, she spread cream on her face, applied mascara and then stared at her reflection. She’d never worn much makeup anyway. This wasn’t new, but her cheeks hadn’t been this rosy in all of her life.
“Gorgeous.” Aiden unwrapped her hair, and she sat while he combed through the locks and blew dry the curls. “Go lie on the bed, legs spread, ass at the edge.”
She padded to the other room and did as she’d been told, knowing she wasn’t going to care for whatever they had in mind. Please don’t let them embarrass me in public. That’s all I ask.
Dane came out of the closet wearing his signature black pants. His chest was still bare, and she stared at the expanse of it longingly. “Hold your thighs apart, baby.”
She lifted her knees and planted her feet on the mattress, spreading herself wide with both hands.
The pop of the tube in his hand made her flinch. Of course he would put something annoying on her pussy. God forbid she be permitted to go to work without some heated substance forcing the majority of her attention to her clit and the folds of her sex.
The row of gel he pulled across his finger in her line of vision made her moan. He raised an eyebrow at her and paused. “Something wrong?”
“No, Sir.” Except that is going to make me too horny to function.
“Good to know.” He spread the stimulant between her lips, over her clit and into her pussy. He even reached inside her ass with the last of it. Then he left her there while he went to the bathroom to wash his hands.
Stephanie held her breath. The cream wasn’t doing its job yet, but the intimate way Dane had touched her still had her head spinning.
He returned with more objects in his hands. A dildo she hadn’t seen before and the godforsaken leather thong from last week. The feminine pink of the scrap of leather did nothing to give it the allure of femininity. It was a wicked tool.
She focused on the rubber cock in his hand as he set the thong on the mattress. He held the dildo to her lips and stroked over the lower one. “You know the drill.”
Oh shit. Right. She needed to lick it. Suck it. Familiarize her mouth with the item before he put it inside her. Tentatively, she parted her lips and licked the tip of the phallic-shaped bane of today’s existence. The rubber tasted distinct on her tongue. Not unpleasant, but new. He’d taken it out of the wrapp
er no doubt.
“Open,” he encouraged.
She parted her teeth and let it slip inside her mouth. It was large. Almost as large as Aiden and Dane.
It would drive her to distraction the rest of the day. Was it worth it for a trip to the restaurant? Yes.
Dane popped the dildo from her mouth and immediately ran it through her lower slit, back and forth, not reaching her clit, but making her yearn for more. Her body shook from trying to hold her thighs and keep from bucking into the device.
After a few strokes, he slid the rubber phallus home. It filled her. It was longer and wider than any vibrator she’d had before. When completely inserted so that only a loop of rubber peaked from her pussy, it was deep, penetrating. She was totally impaled.
She couldn’t breathe or move for fear of orgasm.
Dane pried her hands from her thighs and her legs fell to a V, dangling from the edge of the bed. He grabbed the thong, slipped her feet into it and then pulled it up her body.
“Stand for me,” he asked before it was over her ass.
With his help, she sat and slipped off the mattress. Her feet planted firmly on the hardwood floor.
Dane tucked his fingers under the leather sides and slid it the rest of the way up over her ass, settling it above her hips. It was snug—too tight for her to lose anything it held inside her, and that was the objective.
“There.” He stepped back, his gaze traveling the length of her body from feet to head. He smiled. “You look so fucking sexy in the leather trainer.”
She hated the word trainer. It made her cringe and caused her pussy to contract at the same time, which infuriated her further.
Aiden entered and stared at her alongside Dane. “Beautiful.” He set a hand on Dane’s shoulder and kissed the man on the cheek. In his hand he held clothing. She didn’t recognize it. They’d obviously done quite a bit of shopping over the weekend in anticipation of her arrival Monday morning.
Was that only yesterday?
Aiden knelt in front of her and tapped her leg. Without a word, he dressed her, first pulling the skirt up and then standing to slip the blouse over her arms.
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