by Tara Rose
“Okay. Thank you.”
“All right. Safewords. We’re used to seeing those kept simple. ‘Green’ means everything is great and you want us to keep going, ‘yellow’ means something needs adjusted, and ‘red’ stops the scene immediately. Are you okay with those?”
“Sure.”
“And now limits. What are yours?”
“Ah, I have no clue.”
“That’s okay,” said Travis. “Let’s start with things you want us to show you. Things you want us to try with you.”
She squirmed a bit and Adam nearly came in his pants. “Wow. Um, that means I actually have to confess details of my fantasies, doesn’t it?”
“It sure does.” Travis gave Adam a glance that spoke volumes and summed up what Adam was also feeling at that very second. This incredibly sexy woman had kept more bottled up inside for years than either of them had realized. “Just start with one thing. We’ll work up from there. We won’t do anything you don’t want to do, and if you don’t like something, all you have to do is safeword and we’ll stop.”
“I didn’t realize it would be like that.”
“What did you envision?” asked Adam, already knowing what she’d most likely say. Most people thought BDSM meant the woman, or man, tied up and helpless, without any say-so in what the Dom did to him or her, and being forced to endure horrible pain and humiliation.
“I thought I’d have to submit, no matter what. I mean I knew there were such things as safewords, but I didn’t really understand what they were.”
Adam shifted in his seat to face her. “Here’s a secret. The sub has all the actual power. Your submission is a gift, and you can withdraw it at any time. Being a Dom isn’t about beating the shit out of someone, or inflicting pain so we can get off on that. Well, for some it might be, but not us. At the core of this is trust. It’s a power exchange, not a dictatorship.”
“Power exchange. I like that term.”
“It’s all consensual,” said Travis. “And it’s called an exchange because that’s exactly what it is. Your power over us is your ability to withdraw consent at any time. Our power over you is control. But that control isn’t omniscient. It’s negotiated.”
“This is fascinating. It really is. I had no idea there was so much to it.”
He and Travis exchanged another glance, and once again Adam didn’t need to ask. He knew that Travis was thinking the same thing. This woman was on fire to learn about the lifestyle, and had been for a very long time. He was honored to be one of the Doms she’d chosen to help her learn, and he was going to do everything in his power to make this the most pleasurable, memorable night she’d ever had.
* * * *
Loreen suddenly wished she’d had more than one glass of beer at the bar, but then mentally shook that thought away. Getting drunk wasn’t the answer. And if she had been, they wouldn’t be doing this with her. They were too honorable for that.
Why had she never noticed any of this about them before? And how on earth had she missed the fact that they were Doms? Then again, BDSM play and who was in the lifestyle wasn’t exactly mainstream talk at work. It was whispered comments and the topic of discussion during rare down time, while they stood huddled in the nurses’ station so no one else could hear.
She’d also heard about them and the others she’d mentioned to Adam and Travis in the bar outside of work, but that wasn’t as often. But when Adam’s Travis’s names came up, no one seemed to know much about their personal lives. They played things close to the vest, which meant she could trust them. And Travis had hit the nail on the head when he’d said they weren’t strangers. That was true. She’d known Adam for ten years and Travis for six. And never once had she heard even a whisper of either man doing something rotten or dishonorable to a woman.
“Loreen? You still with us?” Adam’s voice was soft, coaxing, just as it had been in the bar. Did he have any idea how seductive that was?
“Yes. Sorry. Um…all right. One fantasy.” But which one? She had dozens, each one more decadent than the last. Should she start with a tiny one, or go for the big guns right away? Or should she walk away now before she completely lost her heart, body, and soul to these two?
“Ah hell,” she whispered, barely aware she’d said it out loud until she heard the sound of her own voice. “Okay. Why not? But it’s a doozy.”
“Go for it.”
Travis’s grin made her pussy wet all over again, and she couldn’t stop the decadent thoughts from racing through her mind. She took a deep breath then just let the words come out. “Me, wrists tied together behind my back, bent over something like a table or a spanking bench, and you two, taking turns feeling me up, paddling me, and I don’t mean only my ass. I mean my nipples and my pussy as well. And then in between the times you’re both using floggers and paddles on me, you fuck me from behind.”
She closed her eyes for a second and tried to slow her heart rate down before she passed out, then she opened them and glanced into their eyes. The lust and surprise on each of their faces made her spirit soar, and she had to force back the moan that threatened to escape. This was really going to happen. She could hardly believe it.
Adam swallowed visibly, then he rose and held out his hand. When she took it, it was slightly damp, and that surprised her. To realize that they were just as nervous about this as she was wasn’t something she’d expected. Then again, how long had it been since either of them had done anything with a woman? She had no idea. And it didn’t even matter. All that mattered was that she was here now, with both of them, and she’d just confessed one of her most vivid fantasies to them. She’d never even told her friends that particular one.
No matter what happened tonight, she made a vow right then and there to enjoy it. All of it. She’d lose herself completely in this moment and give over to her long-buried lust for these two beautiful men. Even if all she had was this one night with them, she was determined to get as much out of it as she could.
Chapter Five
Travis nearly came in his pants as Loreen described her fantasy. Sweat broke out along his hairline when Adam rose and took her hand. He followed them up the stairs to Adam’s room, hoping he didn’t fuck this up tonight and disappoint Loreen. He and Adam had never topped a sub at the same time, and they most certainly had never had sex with one together. But now that she’d confessed the hottest fantasy Travis had ever heard, there was no longer any doubt that sex would happen tonight.
He’d been in Adam’s room before, but of course Loreen hadn’t. She stopped once they crossed the threshold and glanced around at the bold colors and the bondage equipment lining the walls. Adam had two benches and a St. Andrew’s cross. Travis had nothing like that in his room, or any place inside his condo. The only place he’d ever played was at Maddox’s club.
Adam hadn’t used any of this much, but he’d kept it here just in case. Travis smiled. Adam’s ship had finally come in, and Travis was fortunate enough to be there for the ride. Loreen let go of Adam’s hand and advanced toward the smaller spanking bench. This one had a large bolster that would comfortably support her torso, plus movable knee, arm, and head pads.
She played with the pads then ran her hands over the bolster. Adam watched her carefully, a small smile on his face, and then he shot Travis a quick glance.
“How do you want to play this?” asked Travis quietly.
“Let her set the pace.”
She turned around and faced them. “I have no clue how to do that. I mean, please don’t ask me to set the pace for anything tonight. I’ve never been this nervous. I’m not saying I don’t want to do this. I do. But I don’t know what’s expected of me. Please tell me what to do right now.”
Travis’s heart gave a strange little lurch as he advanced toward her, and Adam followed. Travis reached her first, and he didn’t think about it. He merely pulled her close and held her for a few seconds, just breathing in her sweet, clean scent. He had no idea what brand of perfume that was, but he lo
ved it. From this point on, whenever he smelled it, he’d be reminded of this perfect night. For he knew it would be perfect. How could it not be?
He pulled away slightly so he could look into her beautiful eyes. She looked so lost and confused that once again he didn’t analyze his response. He simply reacted. Travis cupped her face gently and touched his lips to hers.
Fireworks exploded behind his closed lids as she moaned, and then parted her lips to let his tongue inside. He hadn’t kissed a woman in so long that now he devoured her mouth and tongue, never wanting this to end. Her arms encircled his shoulders and he wrapped his fingers in her hair, letting images of it in a ponytail race through his mind. Would she put her hair in one tonight if he asked her to?
When he finally released the kiss, her breathing was rapid and she gazed into his eyes with unmistakable lust. Her expression was so full of excitement that Travis shook with anticipation. His dick was rock hard. It was so fucking painful but he didn’t care. He was going to take this slow and enjoy it.
“Wow,” she said. “You’re an amazing kisser.”
“You’re not half bad yourself.”
She giggled, and his dick began to twitch. How the hell was he going to hold it together long enough to play with her? All he wanted to do was bend her over and plunge his cock into her pussy. How long had it been since she’d had sex? Years? She’d be so fucking tight it would probably hurt, but he didn’t care. He had to have her.
“Well, I don’t know,” said Adam. “I’d better kiss her, too, just to make sure you’re right about that.”
Travis let go of her so that Adam could pull her into a rough embrace, then watched as he shoved his tongue into her mouth as well. He’d always wondered how his good friends Thayer Denning and Evan Rydell shared a sub. They both co-owned The Fit Bod, the gym that Travis and Adam frequented, and their sub, Cherilyn Barker, worked there now as well. He’d asked Thayer once whether they ever got jealous of one another, and Thayer said they didn’t anymore. He said they were both so committed to keeping Cherilyn happy that there was no room for envy or competition among them in bed or when they played together.
Travis had been skeptical that such a thing could work, but now, watching Adam kiss her and run his hands over her back and curvy ass, and observing Loreen’s response, his cock jumped with a life all its own. It was such a turn-on that it shocked the hell out of him. I’ll be damned. He moved behind her and kissed her neck, eliciting a moan deep in her throat that left him breathless.
Adam released the kiss and cast a quick glance toward Travis, but it wasn’t filled with jealousy or anger. Travis was glad because they’d had no time at all to really talk this through. Both men were flying by the seat of their pants right now.
“You were right,” he said. “She’s a fabulous kisser.”
She giggled again. “So what now? What other skill of mine do you both want to test?”
Travis snorted. “I’m convinced of your skills.” He nuzzled her neck again, then ran his hands down her back and grasped an ass cheek in each hand. “Let’s move on to your fantasy.”
* * * *
Loreen moaned again, then turned around to face him. His dark eyes bored into hers, filled with a mixture of lust and humor. She could hardly believe this was happening. She’d never been so excited or so aroused in her life. “What should I do next, Sir? Is that what I should call you both?”
“You don’t have to call us by a title. A Dom earns one. It’s not an expectation.”
She frowned. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
Travis stroked her hair. “Don’t apologize. You said nothing wrong. If you want to call us ‘Sir,’ that’s fine. I have no objections. I only want you to understand that it’s not required.”
“I have no problem with it either,” said Adam, “But to avoid confusion, why don’t you call me ‘Doctor’ instead?”
“Why do you get the official title?” asked Travis.
Loreen resisted the urge to laugh. He sounded like a boy on the playground who wasn’t getting his way. “Why don’t I simply call you both ‘Sir’? I won’t let it get confusing. I would feel weird calling one of you ‘Doctor’ anyway. It would be too much like we were at work, and I definitely don’t want to think about that place tonight.”
“That’s fine,” said Adam, moving closer to her back. He rubbed his impressive bulge against her ass and Loreen moaned again. She couldn’t seem to stop doing that. “But now you have to give me something in return.”
“Anything, Sir. Just name it.”
Travis laughed. “Ah, be careful there. He just might hold you to it.”
“I will hold her to it.” Adam gave each ass cheek a hard smack, and even through her jeans Loreen felt his strength. She shivered as she imagined what those swats would feel like on her naked ass. “Off with the clothes. Slowly. I want to enjoy it.”
That’s all he wanted? She could do that. Loreen turned around and took a few steps back, smiling, glancing from one man to the other. What would the nursing staff say if they could see her now? She removed her sandals, glad she’d taken the time get a fresh pedicure less than a week ago, and then unzipped her jeans.
Travis removed his shoes and socks, and then Adam did the same, but that was all they took off right now. Loreen found that sight incredibly sexy for some reason, and she kept her gaze glued to their faces as she pulled down her jeans.
Both dropped their gazes to her panties, and she was glad she’d worn black ones today instead of the usual white cotton ones she wore. It had been a spur of the moment decision, helped along by the fact she hadn’t done laundry in more than a week, and they were one of the only clean pairs she had left.
She pulled off her top, then unhooked the bra—also black. Even in the face of little clean underwear, she had to match her bra and panties or it drove her nuts.
“You wore sexy black underwear for us,” said Travis, his voice sort of dreamy. “Thank you.”
“I must have known this would happen, Sir.”
Adam shot him a droll look, but Loreen ignored it. Let him pretend she’d done it on purpose. What harm could that do? She teased them with the bra straps, pushing them slowly down her arms but hanging onto both cups, and then finally she steeled herself for the fact that they would soon see her naked body. She could do this. Obviously they liked the way she looked or she wouldn’t be here right now.
“It’s all right,” said Adam, softly, using that same gentle, coaxing tone that had made her melt earlier. Was he a mind reader? “You have a beautiful body. Show it to us, Loreen.”
“Oh God,” she whispered, letting the bra fall. How could any girl resist such a request? She’d be a swooning pile of goo by the end of this night. There was no doubt about it. Both men stared at her breasts as if they’d never seen any before. She knew they were larger than average, but had always thought them too fat, just like she thought the rest of her body was too thick as well. They certainly didn’t seem to think so.
Both were slack-jawed and their eyes glazed over with unbridled lust. It was all she could do to keep from dropping to her knees and begging them to fuck her. Just take me, now. She envisioned them throwing her on the floor and fucking her silly until she couldn’t walk anymore.
“Now the panties,” said Travis, his voice rough and heavy as though speaking were a huge effort.
She slid them off, and then stepped out of them and stood before both men, totally naked. She’d been shaving her pussy for years simply because she thought it was sexy, and she hoped they did, too.
Adam crooked his finger at her. “Get over here.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, forcing her feet to move. When she reached him, he cupped her face, rougher than Travis had done, but not enough to actually hurt her. “You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen. And I’m going to spank that gorgeous ass until it’s red. Do you remember the safewords we talked about?”
Loreen nearly came at his words. Even his aura had changed
now. He was dominant but not cruel, commanding but not abusive. He was in control, and she absolutely loved it. “Yes. Sir. Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Remember to address us each that way.”
Travis glanced around. “Do you have anything in this room that she can pull her hair back with?”
“I have a ponytail holder in my bag, Sir.”
He grinned. “Go and get it.”
Adam released his grip on her face. She sprinted across the room to where she’d dropped her bag and fished out the thin elastic band. Her fingers shook, but she managed to pull her hair back and tie it with the band. Then she faced them again.
“That’s better,” said Travis. “Now get back over here and drape that fucking gorgeous body over this bench.”
“Yes, Sir.” Loreen didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Both emotions bubbled up, as well as several more. This was far more exciting than any of her fantasies, and no one had called her body beautiful for years. That both these sexy men thought of her that way was almost too much for her to take in.
She positioned herself on the bolster, loving the cool leather against her skin, then stayed still while they adjusted the pads underneath her head, arms, and knees.
“Are you comfortable?” asked Travis.
“Yes, Sir.”
He stepped into her line of vision, holding a long black piece of silk. “Your call, but it will help you relax and enjoy the sensations better.”
Her fantasies had never included a blindfold, but she found the idea intriguing. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” Those words. She wanted to melt at the sound of them. They were so powerful, and made her want to please them just so she could hear them again. Travis tied the blindfold around her head, and then he tugged on her ponytail. Loreen cried out, not from pain, but from the endorphins rushing through her body.