by Leah Brooke
King ran a thumb over her chin. “You’ve fantasized about it but couldn’t get what you wanted?”
Brenna nodded, slightly panicked that he would clamp her nipples now, while they were so vulnerable. “He said I was too bossy and demanding. You’re not going to clamp them now, are you?” The thought of having them clamped when they were so sensitive and when she could do nothing to stop him scared her to death, but also excited her enough that a fresh rush of moisture coated her thighs.
She’d die if he found out.
King chuckled coldly. “You have a right to be scared. Believe me, Red, I’m bossier and more demanding than you could ever be. When you’re in this position, I can clamp your nipples and there isn’t a thing you can do about it. You’re very lucky that today is only an inspection. Have you ever sucked cock?”
Brenna nodded, her stomach fluttering at having a man like King weak and desperate as she sucked him to completion. “A few times.” Her eyes went to the bulge at the front of his leather pants, her mouth watering. She’d love to have the chance to feel him shake with arousal and become putty in her hands.
“Have you ever been forced to suck cock?”
Her gaze flew to his, once again dropping to take in his massive chest and arms. He could force her so easily. He could make her get on her knees and shove his cock into her mouth and suck him. The thought of being bound while he did this, his hands fisting into her hair to work his cock in and out of her mouth, sent another wave of longing through her.
“N–No.” The few men she’d been with would never have had the balls to try.
King cupped her jaw, forcing her mouth open. He ran a finger back and forth over her bottom lip, startling her at the absolute dominance in such a simple act. “You will. When I think you’re ready, I’m going to shove my cock between these soft, pink lips and teach you how to take me all the way to your throat.”
Keeping her face lifted, he ran a hand down her body to her center. Avoiding her clit, he slid a hand between her thighs and sank a finger into her pussy with a firm thrust that forced a cry from her.
Brenna bit her lip to hold back another cry, but couldn’t smother her moan. Her toes curled in an effort to prevent her pussy from clamping down on him.
He pressed against her pussy walls as if testing her and moved his finger inside her with a firm touch, holding her gaze with his steely one the entire time he explored her.
Those tingling waves began, tightening her pussy on his finger as her orgasm raced toward her. She tried to stop it, to hold herself steady, but couldn’t.
She didn’t want to come with King. She wanted Royce. Coming now would be like a betrayal to Royce. King was too rough, too raw in his dominance.
Her body wouldn’t listen, trembling helplessly at his touch, each stroke like fingers of electricity moving over her—inside her. Her body tightened, her breath coming out in gasps as the pressure built. She stiffened, sucking in a breath at the powerful wave inside her. She only needed one more stroke.
With a growl, King slid his finger free with a speed that left her clenching at emptiness, cries of distress pouring out of her.
Tears of frustration blurred her vision. “No. Please don’t stop. I was starting to come. I need—”
“Quiet!”
He slapped her breast, a light slap on her nipple that sent another jolt of sizzling heat to her clit. Her frantic cries echoed in the room as she wiggled as much as the bonds would allow in an effort to get closer.
King tapped her nipple, his eyes hooded and watchful as she squirmed and cried out again.
“I know damned well you were starting to come. You’re not dealing with one of your boyfriends, Red. I know what you need, perhaps better than you do. You’re remarkably passionate, and probably the most naturally submissive woman I’ve ever met. Have you ever had this clit clamped?”
Just imagining it scared her to death. Her fantasies had never involved anything painful. “It would hurt.”
The cold smile King gave her scared her even more. “That’s entirely the point, Red. You’ll love it.”
“But—”
King’s brow went up as he tapped her nipple again, keeping her body primed. “You want to be sold at auction. You really don’t think the Master who pays handsomely for you is going to allow you to dictate terms, do you?”
“King, I—”
“Master. When you wish to address me in this room, you will refer to me as Master.”
Brenna bristled at his arrogance, but some part, deep inside, got an erotic thrill from it, one that left her stammering.
“M–Master.” The word stuck in her throat, but sounded so right. “I don’t think I could stand that.”
King ran his fingers over her belly and thighs, his touch light and exploring as though testing the resiliency of her skin.
“When you’re aroused enough, and you need relief enough, you’ll take anything I give you. You’ll do absolutely anything you’re told to do without hesitation. It’s going to be a hard lesson for someone as headstrong as you are to accept, but you’ll have to.” He sounded just a little distracted, as though talking to himself as his fingers moved lower. “As passionate as you are, I think it’ll be a long time before we reach your limits.”
Lifting his gaze to hers, his eyes full of curiosity and fascination, he ran a finger over her clit. With her legs spread in a wide stance that kept her folds parted, she couldn’t do a thing to get away from the sizzling heat, no matter how hard she struggled.
It took every ounce of willpower she possessed to keep from crying out at the growing pressure. She didn’t want to come with King—especially when he watched her with that possessive look in his eyes.
What would it be like to belong to such a man?
“You’re a magnificent sub, one that any Master would be thrilled to take on.”
Something in his eyes, regret perhaps, and a wonder she found irresistible, had her arching to get close to him. The words tumbled from her lips before she could stop them.
“Would you like to try? I mean, instead of auctioning me off?”
His eyes softened, the hands at her waist clenching once before he released her and turned away.
“We’ll have to see about that, Red. But make no mistake—if I decide to be your Master, there would be no trying about it.”
He moved to stand behind her, his breath warm against her ear. His fingers moved over the silver choker around her neck. Although he didn’t touch her anywhere else, she felt the heat from his body all along the back of hers. “You’re going to have to prove that you want to be mastered. Forever. Every day. You’re going to have to prove that you can handle having two Masters in your life. Do you have any idea how close a Master and submissive get? It’s a strong bond, Red, one that most people can’t handle. I’m not about to get wrapped up in a woman who can’t go the distance. Remember, Royce and I share women. You would belong to both of us. Our property.”
Brenna shivered at the deep rumble in his soft voice. Her nipples beaded even tighter, her breasts feeling swollen and heavy. Her bottom clenched at the brush of his leg against it. Being tied in this wide-open position left her so open and exposed, the air caressing her slit increasing her sense of vulnerability.
“I don’t think I know how to submit. Teach me.”
King cursed under his breath and straightened, his hands moving over the globes of her ass. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass?”
Her bottom tightened in response, the puckered opening tingling with awareness.
She’d always wished one of her boyfriends would suggest it, but they hadn’t, and she’d been too embarrassed to ask for it herself.
She gulped. “N–No.” Her choked answer seemed to please him immensely.
Inwardly cursing the show of weakness, she lifted her chin, trying to ignore the way her nipples tingled for attention. Instead of filling her pussy with his finger again, or stroking her clit the way she expected, he ran his ha
nds over the cheeks of her ass.
His lips touched her ear, his words slow and deep. “A virgin ass. Mine to explore. I wonder how much you’ll like having your ass breached. Explored. Stretched. Used. Fucked. Filled with whatever I want to fill you with at my whim. You’ll fight me. Yes, Red, you will. You’ll never be completely tamed, but it would be a hell of a lot of fun to try.”
Brenna closed her eyes, trying to clench her bottom closed, but with her legs spread so wide, she couldn’t.
“I don’t know if I can, King, um, Master. I’ve never—”
“You don’t have a choice, remember, Red? This ass is mine. I can use it as I see fit. I can give it to someone else to use if I choose.”
Her stomach dropped. She was already in over her head with him. She couldn’t imagine trying to get used to someone else.
“No! Please. I can’t. I only want to belong to you and Royce. I can’t give myself to anyone else.”
King slapped her ass, a sharp slap that surprised her with its heat. No man she’d been with had ever had the nerve to spank her before, one of her darkest fantasies. “You give nothing. This ass is mine to give, not yours. How do you expect to be auctioned off if you don’t want another man to touch you? Every man in the room will be able to handle the merchandise up for sale. I can bend you over and let every man in the room take turns shoving their fingers inside your ass, and there won’t be a damned thing you could do about it.”
Brenna shook, unable to bear the thought of any man other than Royce or King touching her. Even though neither one of them had actually taken her, she already felt as if she belonged to them more than she’d ever belonged to any man.
The lingering heat on her bottom spread, making her hot all over.
Hot. So hot.
No one but Royce and King had ever made her feel this way.
Now that she’d had a taste of it, she wanted more. Much more.
Throwing her head back, she groaned. “Please. I don’t want anyone else to touch me.”
“You’ll change your mind. A few minutes ago, you didn’t want me to touch you, remember?” King scraped his teeth over her shoulder, sending a thrill of alarm through her.
King laughed softly, a sinful laugh that sent shivers up her spine.
“Now, you’re trembling with need, and you shiver each time I touch you. Your thighs are soaked with your juices.” He ran a finger over her inner thigh. “Soaked, and I’ve barely touched you.”
Bending low, he unhooked her feet from the bar, keeping them spread wide, and helped her straighten before reaching over her head to release her wrists.
Free from restraints, she had to lock her knees to keep from falling. Turning, she flattened her hands on his chest, marveling at the feel of his huge muscles bunching under her palm.
“What do you want me to do?” Wincing at the tremor in her voice, she dug her fingers into him, needing the contact and the strength of it to steady her.
King looked pointedly at her hands before lifting his head, a dark brow going up. “Did I give you permission to touch me?”
Brenna jerked her hands away, afraid that in her inexperience, she would do something that would make him change his mind. “No. I’m sorry. I didn’t—”
“No, what?”
Brenna shivered again at the steel in his tone, stiffening so he wouldn’t notice.
Staring into his eyes, she suddenly realized what he wanted. “No, Master. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I wasn’t allowed to touch you.”
Something seemed to be changing. She found herself more in tune with him by the minute—more aware of his mood and sensitive to the changes in his tone. Calling him Master didn’t seem as ridiculous as it had just moments earlier. She wanted to earn another of those smiles from him. She wanted to be special to him—to give him more pleasure than any woman ever had.
To her relief, King’s lips curved.
“I know, Red. You’ll learn. It’s my job to teach you. I just don’t know if you’re strong enough to take on two Masters.”
Bristling at the idea of her not being strong enough when her strength had scared away every boyfriend, Brenna opened her mouth to tell him that only her inexperience made it possible for him to shake her now.
He touched her lips when she attempted to speak, effectively silencing her. “All the words in the world won’t convince me. You’re going to have to prove it.”
Brenna snapped her mouth closed, surprised when he led her to one of the smaller benches.
“Bend over this and spread your legs.”
Willing to bet that he’d purposely used an icy tone to scare her, Brenna nodded once, trying not to look as nervous as she felt. Her bottom clenched tight, his threat of taking her ass still echoing in her mind.
Shaking, she bent over the cool, leather bench, one that stood at an angle so that when she bent over it, her hips were higher than her head.
“Spread those legs, Red.”
A rush of moisture escaped at the command in his uncompromising tone.
It was the tone of a man in charge, one who wouldn’t accept anything less than complete surrender. Instead of scaring her, the confidence in it gave her a sense of security, one that warmed her from the inside.
She had no doubt of King’s ability to handle whatever came up. She would rely on his experience and strength to guide her. Trusting him now a little more, she found her arousal sharpening.
Her bottom hole clenched tight against the sensation of the air moving over it. She had a feeling King would be well aware of the vulnerability she would be feeling at knowing he could see her pussy, ass, and clit, and she couldn’t see him at all.
He seemed to be an expert at arousing her mind as well as her body, one of the aspects of intimacy she realized she’d been searching for.
Gripping the padded bench, she closed her eyes tightly and obeyed him, spreading her feet as wide apart as she could.
And waited. She waited, not daring to move, curious and apprehensive about what he would do to her. Resisting the urge to turn her head to see him, she remained in that position, her nerves stretched to the breaking point.
She gasped at the sound of the door opening, jolting and turning to look over her shoulder, stopping abruptly when his deep voice rang out.
“Don’t you dare move.”
King’s tone promised retribution if she disobeyed him, but the thought of someone else seeing her this way mortified her. Fighting tears, she forced her shaking legs to remain in that position and squeezed her eyes even more tightly closed.
“M–Master?”
A hand slid over her bottom, a touch she recognized from the day before.
“Yes, my darling sub?”
Slumping at the sound of Royce’s amused tone, Brenna opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder at him.
“I—um—King wants to put me in the auction, too.”
She cried out at the hard pinch to her clit, alarmed that she started to come at the sharp pain. Writhing, she cried out again as another rush of moisture escaped, coating her already drenched thighs.
Royce released her almost immediately. “Who?”
“Master King!” Brenna kicked her feet, wiggling her ass in an effort to get some relief.
King sighed. “Master Royce has been watching us the entire time, Red. I told you. We share. He knows everything I do to you and I know what he does. You signed the contract, remember? The contract that says we will train you to be sold at the next auction. Now, be quiet.”
She heard soft sounds, but couldn’t identify them, her mind whirling with the fact that both men stood between her splayed thighs, and that Royce now wore leather pants similar to the ones that King wore.
Rubbing a hand over her bottom, King sighed again. “She’s completely undisciplined.”
“I’ll do better. Ow!” A sharp slap landed, this time on the delicate skin at the top of her thigh. She didn’t want to think about the heat that quickly spread to her slit. She was so cl
ose to coming that she feared only willpower would keep her from going over.
King sighed again. “Like I said, she’s totally undisciplined. She speaks when she isn’t supposed to. She can’t hold back her orgasm, something we’d really have to work on if we’re going to try to train her. She’s got a temper. You can see it in her eyes. It’s going to have to be overcome. She questions everything, and can’t quite latch on to the concept that we own her body now, not her. I really don’t think a month is going to be enough time to train her.”
Royce ran his fingertips through the moisture coating her inner thighs.
“She is passionate, though. Full of fire. You’re right, though. I just don’t think she’s adventurous enough to see this through. Or disciplined enough.”
“Agreed. She touched me, for God’s sake, and without permission.”
Royce continued to stroke her inner thigh, moving closer and closer to her slit. “On the other hand, we can’t give up. We made a promise and signed a contract. She’s new at this. We’ll just work with her as much as we can. At least the Dom who buys her will get someone already partially trained. He’ll have to finish her training himself.”
Brenna shuddered, unnerved by the way they talked about her as though she wasn’t there, and shaken at the thought of being sold to a stranger.
“I’ll be good. I swear. I just want to be here. I don’t want to go to anyone else. I want to stay here with you.”
Never in her life could she ever have imagined uttering those words, but at that moment, they seemed perfect.
King slapped her ass again. “I swear, if you open that mouth again, I’m going to gag you. You want to prove that you’ll do anything? You want to show us that we own every inch of you? Part those ass cheeks and let us see what we own.”
Scared to speak, Brenna spread her legs a little wider.
Royce clicked his tongue. “With your hands, Brenna. Spread those cheeks.”
Oh, God!
Reaching back, she gripped her ass cheeks and spread them, wincing at the pinch at her puckered opening. Shaking in earnest now, she buried her face against the leather, feeling their stares. She never even knew she could feel so vulnerable. The ease in which they smashed through every defense stunned her, earning her respect as nothing else could have.