by Leah Brooke
Brenna struggled, kicking her feet in alarm when the cold gel slid over her puckered opening. “Damn it, stop talking about me as if I wasn’t here!”
Royce ran a hand over her wet hair as King started to wash her.
“We know you’re here, darling. Do you think King and I would be in the shower together if you weren’t? We share you, Brenna. That means there are things we need to discuss regarding you and your care. Since we want to spend as much time as we can with you, some of those discussions are going to take place in front of you. It’s something you’re going to have to get used to.”
A slippery finger went up her ass, surprising a scream from her, and just as quickly withdrew again, leaving her bottom clenching in a frantic need to close against such an intimate thing as being impaled at whim.
She could never quite come to grips with their possessiveness of every part of her, and wondered if she ever would.
King chuckled. “Gotta wash you, darlin’.”
Brenna turned her head, glaring at Royce over her shoulder. “Next time I’m taking a shower by myself.”
King set her on her feet under the spray and began to rinse her, pausing to deliver a sharp slap to her ass. “That’s not up to you, Red.”
Pulling her against him, he tilted her head back with a fist in her hair, dropping a hard kiss on her lips. “By the time this month is over, you’ll know exactly what it means to belong to Royce and me.”
* * * *
Less than an hour later, Brenna started to wonder how she could have underestimated the full extent of the submission they expected from her.
After giving her a lingering kiss, one that made her toes curl, Royce left to go about his business, leaving her alone with a very devious and controlling King, a man she hardly recognized.
After helping her out of the shower, he dried her thoroughly, his attention to her nipples and slit leaving them warm and tingling.
“Be still. Stand at the counter and spread your legs.”
Nervous now, she did it, watching him in the mirror, blinking in shock when he reached for a comb and began to work the tangles from her hair.
His tenderness made her feel even more cherished, so much so that she had to clear her throat before speaking. “I can comb my own hair.”
King frowned as he worked another tangle loose, meeting her eyes in the mirror. “You’ll probably have to with me. Royce is a hell of a lot better with this than I am, but I can at least get the tangles out. Look straight ahead.”
Staring in the mirror, Brenna tried to avoid looking at herself, watching him instead.
“I want to put on my robe.”
“No.”
“That’s not nice.”
King met her eyes in the mirror again, his smile pure sin. “Who the hell ever said I was nice?”
“Why can’t I put on my robe?”
“I like you naked.”
“Why do I have to keep my legs spread while you comb my hair?”
“You’re going to find that I make you spread your legs for a lot of things. I like them spread, so you’ll spread them.”
Brenna took a moment to think about that, relaxing more with each pass of the comb through her hair. “You know, when you say that kind of thing, it arouses me, but pisses me off at the same time. What makes you think I’ll spread my legs every time you tell me to?”
King finished with the comb and tossed it aside. “Because if you don’t, I’ll spread them for you and then punish you for disobeying me.”
Brenna shot out a hand when he reached for one of the bottles of moisturizer from Jesse’s store. “That’s the wrong one.”
Ignoring her, King uncapped it and squeezed a generous amount into his palm. “I like this one, and it really doesn’t matter, as long as I can get my hands on you.” ”
Brenna braced herself for the cold, but King rubbed the lotion between his palms before putting them to her skin. Melting under his long, smooth strokes on her back, she held on to the counter for support.
“That feels good, King, but you don’t expect me to let you do this every day, do you?”
She could already feel herself becoming addicted to this sort of caring. It would be dangerous to get used to something she’d have to live without.
It would only be one more disappointment to deal with when the month ended.
Raising a brow, he met her gaze in the mirror. “Let me?”
His hands moved to her bottom, massaging the lotion into her skin. “I told you that we take care of what belongs to us, and we can check you over to make sure you’re not bruised or hurt anywhere.”
Pausing to squeeze more of the lotion in his hand, he met her eyes in the mirror again, his eyes twinkling. “You tend to get violent when you come.”
Once he’d filled his palms and put them together, he grinned and covered her breasts with his hands, chuckling softly when she gasped.
The cold felt even more shocking on skin still warm from the shower, creating a contrasting flash of heat to her slit. The warmth of his hands soon heated the lotion, allowing them to slide over her slippery skin.
Falling back against him, Brenna closed her eyes and reveled in the feel of his hands moving over her. Supported by King’s hot, tight body, she let out a series of moans as his hands worked their magic, his long, firm strokes rubbing the lotion in thoroughly before moving lower.
Neither spoke, and lulled by the silence and his soothing touch, Brenna started to relax.
He smoothed the lotion over her belly and hips, taking his time as though he had nothing to do all day except this. Working it into her folds, he kissed her shoulder.
“Nice and soft. How does it feel to be waxed?”
Brenna moaned hoarsely and tilted her hips upward, hoping he would give her tingling clit some relief.
“It makes it more sensitive there.” Lifting her head from his chest seemed a monumental effort, but she did it, meeting his gaze in the mirror. “It makes me feel a little naughty.”
King smiled and kissed her shoulder. “I like when you feel a little naughty. Be still so I can do your legs and then we can go through your clothes.”
Brenna went willingly when he turned her, bracing her hands on his shoulders as he massaged the lotion into her legs. “You must work out a lot.”
“I do. Where did you get this bruise?”
Lost in the sensation of having her legs massaged, and with King’s face so close to her mound, Brenna had to swallow heavily before speaking.
“Hit it on the chaise.” Frowning, she looked down in surprise. “I don’t have any bruises from the whip.”
“Not supposed to.” King kissed her mound before rising and taking her hand. “Come on. I want to see what we need for you.”
As they entered the bedroom, she reached for the robe hanging over the back of the chaise, only to have King slap her hand away.
“No clothes. Come on. Your breakfast is here.”
King pulled out a chair and seated her. “Today I’ll let you eat by yourself, but sometimes Royce or I will feed you.”
“Feed me? I can feed myself.” She watched as he slipped on a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt before coming back to the table. Once again, being naked while he was dressed made her feel even more naked and exposed.
Bending over her from behind, King cupped her breasts, running his thumbs over her nipples.
“I know, and you can bathe yourself, too, but as your Masters, Royce and I have the right to do it whenever we want to.”
Brenna sipped her coffee, almost spilling it when King rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefingers.
“King, I can’t eat like this. I’ve never eaten naked before.”
“You’re going to be doing it quite often, so you’d better get used to it.” Releasing her nipples, King took the seat beside her, lifting the silver lid on the plate in front of her.
“I hope you like waffles. If you ever have a preference for something, call down and let Seb
With her nipples still tingling, and the low level of arousal still humming through her, Brenna reached for the fork and stabbed one of the strawberries on top.
“Are you going to keep me up here forever? Can’t I go downstairs?”
King shook his head. “For the length of the contract, you’re in training. You’ll only go downstairs when Royce or I take you. Of course, you’re welcome to take the elevator and go right out the front door whenever you want, but only after you’ve cleared it with Royce or me. We want to know where you are at all times, especially until we figure out who’s behind that note. Since Donner’s in jail, Ace is checking for a connection to anyone living here.”
Brenna cut into the waffles. “I think it was a mistake. Maybe it was meant for someone else. Maybe somebody just thought it was funny.”
Shaking her head, she soaked the bite of waffle into the syrup.
“That note couldn’t have come from Donner. He’s in jail a hundred miles away. If he got someone to do it—to scare me, or to teach me a lesson—I’m not going to let it mess with my head. I’m not going to let him make me his victim again.”
Reaching across, he ran his finger over where her neck, where she usually wore the collar. They took it off before she went to bed, or before a shower, but she never left the room without wearing it.
“There’s a device built into your collar that helps us keep track of where you are.”
Offended, Brenna paused with a bite of waffle halfway to her mouth. “You don’t trust me?”
King shrugged. “We’ve had problems in the past, usually when we have our seminars. We have several women who come here to sub for the men we’re training. They wear those collars to let the people in town know that they’re under the protection of the club. Only Royce, Blade, and I can unlock them, so if one of them isn’t back on time, we can find her. In your case, it’ll help us keep tabs on you. I don’t know who’s behind the note, but I’ll feel better knowing where you are at all times. Lean forward. I want your breasts on the table while you eat.”
Brenna froze in surprise, looking up at him to see if he was teasing her.
King met her look with a stony glare, lifting a brow when she hesitated.
Another surge of need tightened her stomach and increased her awareness in her clit as she obeyed him, bending forward until the underside of her breasts touched the cool surface of the table.
“Is that better?”
His brow went up again at the sarcasm in her tone.
Inclining his head, he smiled faintly. “For now.”
After taking several more bites, she paused again. “So women want to come here to be used by men who’ve signed up for instruction?”
If she’d known that, she might have eventually tried it for herself. Thankfully, she hadn’t. If she had, she may never have had this opportunity with Royce and King, men who could make eating breakfast a sexual experience.
“Absolutely. Some of them take their vacation time from work to come here.” He grinned, filling her coffee and pouring a cup for himself. “There’s actually a waiting list.”
Having already eaten more than she usually did in the morning, Brenna set down her fork. “Why would they want to do that?”
“To live out a fantasy. You can sit back now. Don’t cover yourself. I want to see those breasts. Drink your coffee so we can get started.”
Jealous now, Brenna reached for her coffee. “So you and Royce do the same thing to them that you’re doing to me? You train them, and then auction them off? After that, they come back to let other men dominate them?”
King came to his feet, moving to stand behind her again. Reaching down, he tugged at her nipples. “I already told you, we don’t train subs here. We train Doms. They practice on them, learning how to read their responses before they feel confident enough to find a sub of their own.”
Turning, she watched him move to the suitcase she hadn’t seen in days.
“So, who do you and Royce practice on?”
He unzipped the suitcase and began to rifle through her things, lifting an article of clothing to inspect it and toss it onto the bed before lifting the next. Turning at the waist, he smiled at her over his shoulder.
“I don’t need practice, darlin’. I’m very adept at mastering a woman, but if you’re asking if I’m fucking another woman while mastering you—no. I’m selective about who I fuck. So is Royce.”
Setting her coffee cup aside, Brenna turned, struggling not to cover herself. “So, as long as I’m here with you, you won’t be doing anything with another woman?”
King shrugged and straightened, moving to the chaise. “Royce and I will occasionally touch them, but only to demonstrate something to one of the men. We won’t be fucking them, not their pussies, their asses, or their mouths. When we have auctions, we display them, but neither one of us has any interest in them. You’re the only one we’re interested in that way.”
Intrigued, Brenna shifted in her seat, rubbing her thighs together as another wave of heat made her clit throb.
“Display them?”
King nodded. “At the auction, you and several other women will be blindfolded, naked, and with your hands tied behind your back in a roomful of men. They’ll want to inspect you before they bid on you, to see just what they’re buying.”
Struggling not to show her shock, or sharp surge of lust, she bit her lip and looked away, trying not to imagine how it would feel to have Royce and King do such a thing to her. The thought of several strange men touching her, however, sent a chill through her.
She had a find a way before then to make Royce and King want her for themselves.
Getting to her feet, she crossed the space between them and curled against King’s back, smiling when he stiffened.
“I like spending time with you this way.”
King turned, taking her into his arms in what appeared to be an automatic gesture, but his hooded gaze held a hint of hesitancy. The brief flash of warmth in his eyes turned to suspicion. “What way is that?”
Brenna shrugged. “You know. Talking. Just being together. I wish we could have had breakfast together, though.”
King chuckled, some of the stiffness leaving his big frame. “I’m an early riser. Grew up on a farm. By the time you got up, I’d already eaten, worked out, showered, and got a couple hours of work done.”
Running her hands over his chest, and sinking the tips of her fingers into the muscle there, Brenna smiled up at him.
“I would love to see you work out.”
King grinned and smacked her ass, his gesture playful. “Tomorrow, before you go to work, you can work out with me. Come on, we’ve got to look at your clothes and then we’ve got some shopping to do.”
Turning, he lifted a handful of cotton panties and bras from her suitcase. “Let’s start with these. You can wear them to work, but that’s it. If I see them on you at any other time, I’ll rip them off of you. Now, let’s go through the rest.”
Chuckling softly, he rubbed her ass. “I hate shopping, but dressing you is going to be fun.”
It only took a few minutes to go through her suitcase, and Brenna had to admit it unnerved her for King to go through her things, as did the realization that she hadn’t even needed any of it since she arrived here.
King nodded and gestured for her to put away the jeans she’d held up. “Jesse said for you to wear jeans and something comfortable to work, right?”
Brenna folded them and placed them in the drawer before turning. “Yes. I want to look nice in case she needs me to wait on customers, but for the most part, I’ll be in the back, boxing orders to get them ready to be sent. She said they’ve been getting very busy online, and with Kelly not there, it’s been crazy. Nat’s also making a lot of the supplies, and may need me to help bottle it. I can’t wait. It sounds like they’re very busy over there.”
She very much looked forward to starting a new life with a job that sounded like a challenge and a lot of fun, and working with women she’d already began to like.
A satisfying love life would be the only thing she needed to make everything perfect.
King nodded. “Clay and Rio have said the same thing. They think Jesse’s working too hard and they sure as hell didn’t expect her business to boom that way. Now, with Kelly out, Jesse and Nat are working all the time to get caught up. I’m glad they hired you. It helps them and keeps you close by.”
Trying to appear as nonchalant as possible, Brenna lifted a nightgown from the bed and turned, holding it in front of her. “King, I like the people here. If I like this job, I was thinking about staying here. It’s a wonderful town, but…”
King took the nightgown from her hands and tossed it in the direction of the garbage can. “No nightgowns. But what?”
Looking toward her nightgown on the floor, she frowned. “I need nightgowns sometimes. They’re comfortable and I like wearing them when I don’t feel good. Sometimes I just need…” She rubbed her arms, a chill going through her as a fresh wave of vulnerability hit her.
King smiled and kissed her forehead. “I’ll buy you a new one. I don’t want you wearing a nightgown for me that you wore for some other man.”
Brenna found it increasingly arousing to stand toe-to-toe with a man as large as King, especially not wearing a stitch of clothing. “I just wanted you to know that I may want to stay in Desire, even if you auction me—”
King whipped his head around, his eyes narrowed and searching. “When we auction you. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
Brenna forced a smile. “Of course.” She wouldn’t give either one of them a reason to get rid of her. “I just meant that when you’re done with me—I mean, done with my training—I still want to live here.”
King nodded once, his blue-green eyes flat and giving her no clue to his thoughts.
“Fine. You’ll wear the green dress today. Go get your collar and bring it to me.”
She didn’t know what she’d said to upset him, but she wanted him in that playful mood again. “Why do I have to wear the collar if I’m with you? Isn’t the idea of it so that people know I’m with you?”
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