by Leah Brooke
“Let go of me. I already know I’m not going to last the month.” She looked around, embarrassed to see that they’d started to draw the attention of others. Seeing another man, one as dark as Royce and handsome as sin, she lowered her head. “Can we just go, please?”
“We’ll talk about this later.” Royce turned, offering his hand as the other man approached. “Hello, Jake. Is Nat inside?”
Brenna lifted her chin, instinctively stepping back at the cold anger and stark power swirling in Jake’s eyes.
The other man held her gaze, not blinking, and raised a brow at her continued stare, smiling slightly when she lowered her gaze and snuck glances at him.
Royce slipped an arm around her waist, tugging her closer in a possessive move that made her heart beat faster.
Jake’s eyes followed the gesture, his brows going up. “You’re kidding. Yours?”
King took her hand. “For now. So how’s Nat?”
Jake nodded abruptly. “Fine. She’s fine. She wanted a day at the spa.”
The tension in his tone had Brenna glancing up at him again. The frustration in his eyes tore at her, and she spoke without thinking.
“Is Nat your wife?”
His eyes, laser sharp, shifted to hers. “Yes. Why? Do you know my wife?”
Brenna nodded hesitantly, thinking about the sad eyes on the women she’d met in the spa. “I met her inside.”
“Did you?” His cold tone made her shiver.
“Yes.” She looked from Royce to King and then back to Jake, knowing that none of this was any of her business. The sadness on the Nat’s face and the frustration on Jake’s loosened her tongue.
“She loves you so much.”
Jake blinked, his eyes clearing. “I know. Thank you. If you’ll excuse me, my wife’s waiting, and tonight’s our anniversary.”
* * * *
King lifted her into the front seat of the large SUV with an ease that made her feel small and fragile. “Scoot over.”
Brenna hadn’t even settled in her seat before Royce turned to her. “Now, show me.”
Sitting on the seat between them, she sucked in a breath at the sharp stab of lust at his steely command.
Her stomach quivered as she reached for the hem of her dress and lifted it slowly, teasing all of them.
Royce lifted a brow at her daring, but King merely whipped the hem of the dress to her waist, his hot hand pressing flat against her belly and holding it there, revealing her mound.
Reaching out, Royce traced a fingertip over her bare mound, his eyes hot as they followed the movement. “Very smooth. Now, darling, you’re silky everywhere.”
She’d expected to be more sensitive there, but even King and Royce’s lightest touch proved to be so much more.
The need and fascination on their faces made her feel like the most desirable woman in the world, a feeling that made her head spin.
She had to keep reminding herself that they’d perfected that look after years spent charming a woman into submitting.
Their hooded gazes, sharp and alert, glittered with heat as they moved over her, as though she was the most important and irresistible thing in the world to them.
They made her feel feminine and beautiful in ways she hasn’t felt in years.
How could any woman resist feeling this way?
Royce tapped her thigh. “Spread them, darling.”
Sucking in a breath, Brenna obeyed him without hesitation, excitement racing through her veins at the need on both of their faces.
She gripped a shoulder on each side for support, tilting her hips higher as Royce’s fingers went through her folds. A cry escaped when he touched a finger to her clit, her breath coming out in gasps as he toyed with the swollen nub.
He lifted his head to look at King. “She’s so sensitive everywhere. As soon as we touch her she goes up in flames. We’re going to have to ease her into the whip, especially on her clit.”
The air blowing over her folds and the feel of his fingers exploring such a sensitive place made it difficult to concentrate. Biting back another cry, she threw her head back.
“You’re not serious? How the hell am I going to get the real one?”
Damn it. She hadn’t meant to say that.
Both men stilled and looked at each other. Royce stopped playing with her clit to run a hand over her thigh. “Real one? Real what?”
“Nothing. I don’t know what I was saying. You get me so worked up that—oh!”
She jumped when Royce ripped the front of her dress open, instinctively gripping his forearms when his fingers closed over her nipples, pinching them hard before releasing them.
Staring into her eyes, he reached into his shirt pocket and drew out a nipple clamp, dangling it in front of her eyes.
“I asked you a question.”
She tried not to look at the clamp, but found her gaze drawn to it. She’d seen them in magazines, but even the one she’d used on herself hadn’t looked so frightening.
She figured it had more to do with the large hand holding it than the clamp itself.
Her nipples tightened almost painfully, the threat of having one of them clamped sending another jolt of heat to her clit.
Tearing her gaze from the clamp, she touched the choker at her neck, staring into his eyes.
“N–Nat said that this choker was a club choker. Sh–She said that, uh, if I belonged to you, my choker would match your rings.”
With a shaking hand, she touched a finger to the brilliant emerald he wore, one that almost exactly matched his eyes. Reaching behind her, she touched the hand that King used to caress her hip, touching the ring there. “You both wear the same stone. When I mentioned it to Nat, she told me why. I saw that Jake wore a ring matching Nat’s choker. She belongs to him.”
Her breath caught when Royce let the end of the clamp dance over her nipple.
King lifted a brow and sat back in his seat. “And you think you want to belong to us when your month is over? You don’t even know what that entails. You do know the kind of club we own, don’t you? I don’t want to hear a bunch of nagging or deal with bouts of jealousy because we touched another woman. Right now, you’re taken in by the sex. There’s a hell of a lot more to it than that.”
Brenna drew in a breath at the cold stab of hurt to her stomach. “You have sex with other women all the time, don’t you? I’m just an easy lay to you, aren’t I?”
Royce, sitting in the driver’s seat, set her none too gently back in the center, covering her breasts before he started the engine. “Of course not. We’re selective in who we fuck, Brenna. We help Doms. We don’t train subs, except for our own enjoyment.”
King yanked her from her seat, pulling her across his lap to look down at her. “You’re innocent of this lifestyle. Do you really think a woman like you is going to be able to take on two Doms? One is difficult enough, as I’m sure Nat told you. It won’t be easy and you wouldn’t always like how possessive and overbearing Royce and I can be.”
Turning into him, she cuddled close. “She did. She also told me that it’s worth it.”
Reaching up, she cupped his strong jaw, deciding to go for honesty. “I didn’t know men like you existed. Well, I did, but I didn’t realize everything involved. You make me feel like a woman in ways I never have before, and the sex is fantastic. I’ve never felt so fulfilled. If you teach me how to please you…”
King’s hand slid inside her torn dress. He covered her breast and squeezed, his eyes unreadable. “There’s a lot more involved, Red. Some Doms share their women with other men. If you belonged to us, we wouldn’t. We’d be very possessive of you, so much so that it would probably drive you nuts.”
Royce slid a hand up her leg to her slit. Spreading her wider, he plunged a finger into her pussy. “We would both demand complete obedience from you. Any show of temper or defiance would earn you a punishment. We admire temper in a woman, but we won’t have it used against us. We would see that as a play for attention a
nd treat it accordingly. You would get attention, but probably not the kind you’d want.”
Closing her legs on his hand, she grabbed the hand King used on her breast, urging him on.
“Tell me. You said a whip. I have to admit, that scares me. Would it hurt bad? Would you use it if you got really mad at me?”
Royce pressed his finger against a spot inside her that had her writhing on King’s lap. “No Dom worth his salt would ever punish in anger. A whip would hurt, especially on your clit.”
Brenna stilled, finding it hard to imagine such a thing.
“You would really whip my clit?” She knew she would never be able to stand the pain and tried to push away.
King growled. “Stay where you are. Open those fucking thighs right now. Wide.”
Brenna hesitated, knowing she’d bitten off more than she could chew, but she wouldn’t dare defy him and take the chance of being sent away. Not now. Not when there was so much more to discover.
King pinched her nipple, making her whimper. “Now, Red. Wide open. One foot on the back of the seat and the other on the steering wheel.”
Brenna bit her lip and obeyed him, certain that Royce, with his finger in her pussy, could feel it clench and release more of her juices.
He would know how much this excited her.
Royce smiled. “She liked that. She’s almost ready to come.” He slid deep and almost completely withdrew, his whole demeanor one of a possessive man who wanted what he considered his.
“Your clit, your breasts, your ass, would all be whipped. It would hurt, but for the rest of that day, the slightest touch would reawaken every nerve ending there and heighten your arousal and your senses. You’re ours for now, Brenna. Leave it at that. You’re not ready to commit to this lifestyle. You’ve barely gotten your toes wet, so you sure as hell don’t know what you want yet.”
King shoved aside the top of her dress, baring her breasts completely to their gazes again. “There’s also a bond that forms between a Dom and his sub. We don’t have that yet. Maybe we never will. Who knows? For now, you’ll just have to accept what we give you.”
Brenna wanted to cry when they removed their hands and set her back in her seat. Covering herself, she stared straight ahead for several minutes before attempting to break the tense silence.
“There might be a job for me here in town. I wanted to go check it out.”
Both men whipped around to her in surprise. King’s eyes narrowed. “Where?”
“A place called Indulgences. Nat said that her sister is one of the owners and that they’re so busy with orders, they need someone to take care of them. Nat said she works there sometimes, and that Kelly, one of the other owners, is home now. She’s pregnant and has to stay in bed.”
King nodded. “Kelly is Blade’s wife. Our partner.”
“Oh. That Kelly. I guess it’s a small world.”
Royce nodded. “Especially in Desire. You can go see about the job as soon as we get home and you change.”
King frowned. “If you get a job, though, we’ll want to know the hours you’re working. We’ll work it out so that we can have our time together. You’re also going to have to be watched closely, at least until we figure out who sent that note.”
Royce touched her thigh, tugging her dress higher. “You’ll have time of your own, but we’ll demand time for us.”
“It sounds perfect.” Brenna fought back a smile at how well things had begun to fall in place. She loved feeling wanted, loved the sex and the sense of fulfillment, but they’d been right in the fact that she’d only just begun and had so much more to learn. She was scared, though, of them giving up on her and feared if that happened, she’d never have this delicious feeling again.
Even more frightening was the realization that they didn’t seem to feel the connection with her that they needed.
Grateful that she had a month to learn all she could learn about this new way of life, Brenna leaned against Royce.
“Thank you for the spa trip. I’ve been buffed, waxed, and shined. What are we doing now? I’d like to go meet Jesse Erickson. Nat called her and she’s expecting me.”
King nodded. “We’ll take you by there now.”
Brenna looked down at her torn dress and grimaced.
“I need to change first, remember? Besides, I want to go alone. I’m sure she wouldn’t like—”
“Jesse wouldn’t blink if we went with you.” Royce smiled and patted her knee. “She’s lived here long enough to understand the way things work here. She probably knows about Donner and the note already. Word travels fast in Desire.”
Brenna nodded. “She knows. Nat told her, but I still want to go alone. Look, just because I’m your submissive for now, that doesn’t mean—”
King ruthlessly cut her off. “Yes, it does.” Sliding his hand into her hair, he tilted her face to his. “That’s exactly what it means, and what I’ve been trying to tell you. Belonging to us means belonging to us, something it’s becoming very apparent you’re not prepared for.” He released her just as abruptly and cursed.
Shooting him a look, Royce took her hand in his. “We’re not unreasonable, though. You can try to convince us.”
Eager to do so, and spurred by the playfulness in his eyes, Brenna cuddled up to him. Looking up at him through her lashes, she toyed with the top button of his white shirt, slipping it free. Caressing his warm skin with her fingertips gave her more of a thrill than she would have imagined.
“Please, Royce. I’d be so grateful. I’ll be careful. I promise. It’s broad daylight. The streets are full of people. Besides, how are we ever going to find out who’s doing this if I spent all my time locked in the club with you two watching me like a hawk?”
She couldn’t believe that Royce’s body stiffened beneath her touch, something that made her feel even more desirable.
“I’d really like to see a little more of the town, and it’s only a few blocks.”
Royce stopped at a stop sign, his hooded gaze searching hers. “Very good convincing. It’s fine with me, as long as it’s okay with King.”
She turned to find King watching her expectantly. “What can I say to convince you?”
King grinned. “I want a kiss.”
Sucking in a breath, Brenna turned and leaned toward him, lifting her face for his kiss.
“Nope. You kiss me.”
Brenna had to get to her knees to reach him, holding on to his shoulder as she bent toward him.
She realized she’d forgotten to hold her dress closed when his hands covered her breasts, making her gasp just as her mouth touched his.
He took over almost immediately, sliding his tongue over hers and deepening the kiss as he gently massaged her breasts.
By the time he broke off the kiss, her head spun and her stomach had tightened with a fresh surge of arousal.
“Come here.”
King pulled her closer to him, waving in response to a greeting called out as they went through town. “We’re going back to the club. After you get back from Indulgences, you’re going to go to your room, strip, and go straight to the playroom.”
Royce nodded and turned to her, his eyes gleaming. “Today, we’re going to enjoy you together.”
Chapter Six
Brenna nearly danced on her way back to the club, delighted that she’d not only managed to find a job in Desire, but that she’d also met potential new friends.
With her body tingling with anticipation, she secured her hold on the bag of samples that Jesse Erickson had given her, smiling at the people she passed as she walked down the sidewalk.
Walking had given her a chance to check out some of the places in town, some she wanted a chance to return to, but she didn’t dare stop now, knowing Royce and King would be waiting for her.
No one had approached her, and there hadn’t been any more notes, leaving her wondering if the note had been a mistake, or possibly intended for someone else.
Feeling much better, she had a sp
ring to her step as she hurried back, anxious to be with Royce and King again.
She’d missed them, and couldn’t believe how much.
The need to belong to them deepened every day, especially now that she’d begun to understand that they genuinely cared about her happiness.
They’d given her the clothes they’d had hidden away, letting her choose an outfit to wear. Of course, they’d stayed and watched her get ready, Royce reclining on the chaise in her room, while King stood by the window.
She’d chosen a plain black pair of pants and a blue sweater, which both men had approved of, but she could still remember the looks of disapproval on their faces when they saw her in her plain cotton panties and bra.
“Excuse me?”
Brenna paused at the sound of a male voice coming from behind her, and turned, still smiling, to face him. Her heart raced, but she kept her smile in place as she glanced around to make sure there were still people around.
Taller than both Royce and King, the man standing on the sidewalk had the same air about him that Royce, King, and even Jake had. Struck by the graceful power and authority, she stiffened as another thought occurred to her.
Would be one of the men bidding at the next auction?
Taking a step back, she touched the choker around her neck, nervous now. “Are you talking to me?”
He smiled, gesturing toward her neck. “I recognized the choker. You don’t have to be nervous. I’m not your stalker. Are you Brenna?”
“Yes.” She took a step back. “How did you know that?”
He smiled, holding out his hands as if to prove he meant her no harm. “Royce and King have everyone on alert. Don’t be afraid. My name’s Logan James. I own the leather store here, and the special order King and Royce wanted is ready. I wondered if you’d take it to them for me.”