"What was that, pet?" Zeke asked, his face stern, studying her reaction.
If he tried to do anything to her, if he tried to touch her, she'd use every ounce of her self-defense training against him. "I said; get the fuck out of my room. Both of you."
Chase reached out for one of her hands—to do what, try and talk her off the ledge? Screw that, she was in no mood for his explanation. She snatched her hand away from his trajectory. Kara backpedaled away from him and Zeke, heading toward the door leading to the hall.
"Don't touch me," she warned Chase. "Get out." She opened the door to her room. Crossing her arms over her chest, she waited for them to get the hint that she wasn't backing down from this. She pasted annoyance over her features. Their little conclave was having a Mexican stand-off but she wasn't budging from her position. She wanted them out of her room.
Chase moved first, after a look at his partner. They must have realized she was dead serious about wanting them to leave. Zeke followed at a more leisurely pace, unswayed by her attempt to control the situation. Zeke was a Dominant through and through; his caustic stare assessed her with ease.
"You want us, and you know it," Zeke stated as he stopped in front of her. Chase had already shuffled past and stood in the hallway.
She hated that her body churned and trembled at his words, craving his touch once more. "Regardless, at this moment, I want you both out of here. If you have any respect for me or our partnership, I suggest you comply with my wishes."
"We'll leave on one condition."
"You and your conditions again! What is it this time?"
"More like a dare. Meet us at the elevator in two hours." He threw down the gauntlet, knowing that one of her fears was appearing cowardly. When she was challenged, she rarely backed away.
"For what?" What was he planning?
"To go to the Dungeon Level with us. If you still want nothing to do with us after you venture below decks with us, we will relent and leave you be." Zeke quirked a brow, held his hand out in an attempt to appear like he was being all civil and offering a truce.
She ignored his outstretched hand, nodding her head toward the hall. "Fine. Just go."
"I'm warning you, Kara, if you are not at the elevator, I will assume you'd like more discipline and are awaiting us with your bottom bared for my hand," Zeke threatened with an unrepentant glare.
She shuddered at the thought. Her body couldn't withstand another one of Zeke's spankings without imploding in on itself. As a response, she nodded in deferment, afraid that if she uttered the scathing remarks resting on her tongue, she'd never get them to leave.
As soon as Zeke was on the other side of the door, she slammed it with a resounding thud, sliding the lock home, thankful for the audible click. She turned and, with her back against the door, slid her hand down between her legs, touched her clitoris, and came. Her orgasm slammed through her body with gale force resonance. She bit her lip to keep herself from crying out and the guys hearing her.
Kara slid to the floor, limp from the heated interlude, hissing as her tender rear landed on the floor. She still didn't know what she wanted to do about them. She should be furious. She should be making arrangements to enact the amendment to cancel their partnership enterprise.
But what she wanted more was to give in to the liquid pull of Chase and Zeke, and experience all that they had to offer. She just wished she knew what the right decision was, for everyone involved.
Chapter Five
At the appointed time, Kara left the sanctuary of her room and headed to the elevators. Her spine straight, she refused to allow Zeke and Chase to make her cower in her room. So they wanted to change the rules of the game on her, fine. Once she'd been able to pull herself together, she'd taken a second, cold shower, washing away any lingering traces of Zeke's hands from her body. The only reason she wasn't barring the door to her room and denying the guys entrance was because she wanted to prove to herself—and to them—that she could remain unswayed by their alluring charm.
Kara refused to depend upon a man for her survival or self-worth, let alone two of them. She'd learned at a tender age what that trust and belief could do to you. Her father had walked out on her and her mother when she was seven years old. The scars from his abandonment were something Kara had never truly recovered from, try as she might. She'd never had the father daughter dances, or a positive male role model to look up to. Her mom had never remarried, preferring the single life, she said. But Kara knew differently. Her Dad leaving had destroyed her mom; it had shredded her self-confidence so that she had become a vacant shell for many years. Kara learned from that day forward to depend upon herself, forging her own path in the world. Her mom had started living again once Kara hit college, but by then it was too late for Kara. She'd depended upon herself for so long, the thought of needing anyone too badly made anxiety ricochet throughout her system.
Her upbringing, the conditioning she'd received in the most brutal of ways, was one of the reasons why she didn't feel she belonged in the BDSM lifestyle. Growing up without anyone to lean on for support, she didn't think she had it in her to ever fully place her fate, her life, in someone else's hands. She liked the sex, liked giving up the control in the bedroom to a man who knew what the hell he was doing, but most Doms weren't satisfied with a sub who only wanted to be submissive behind bedroom doors. She'd learned that lesson the hard way in college.
Zeke and Chase were already at the elevator, looking utterly, sinfully handsome. Zeke leaned casually against the wall in black leather pants and a black wife beater that fit him like a second skin and displayed just how muscular his shoulders and arms were. Then there was Chase, who wore not just leather pants, but had on a black leather harness that crisscrossed over his bare muscled chest, which was dusted with fine black hair. The harness had a single thread that traveled from the center of his chest down over his happy trail, disappearing beneath the leather pants that rode low on his hips, displaying how ripped he was and showing part of his lower pelvic bone—that V that made even the smartest girl drool like an idiot—as it peeked above the rim of his pants.
Christ, the duo made her hot just looking at them. Her body tightened, all fluttery at what they could do to her sensibilities merely with a glance. Kara rolled her shoulders, feeling like she was a boxer about to enter the ring.
"You look good enough to eat." Chase held his hand out to her.
She opted to ignore it. She knew if she touched either one, her steely resolve to remain unaffected would crumble into dust. Instead she pressed the elevator call button. Zeke still hadn't moved toward her yet, which was a good thing. She didn't plan on acknowledging him, either. Kara was still too mad at him for his earlier stunt. She'd love nothing more than to wipe the sardonic grin off his face.
He wanted to be an asshole Dom, fine.
The elevator arrived at the third floor and they all filed on. The moment the doors shut, Zeke pushed her back up against the wall and kissed her. He kissed her like a starving man finally getting a meal. It wasn't just a possession, but a claiming of ownership, with a dominant aggression that made her knees tremble and her body quake under his skilled mouth. Any thoughts she had about attempting to resist them fled as he plundered the recesses of her mouth in the most carnal kiss she'd ever experienced. He used every part of his body in his kiss; lips, tongue, teeth, even the length of his hard body as he constrained her back against the wall of the elevator.
He angled her head up, pressing his advantage further, drinking in her startled cries. Keeping her prisoner to his fervent desires he braced her hands above her head with one of his while his other hand cupped her breast, rasping his thumb over her nipple through her dress. The need she'd convinced herself she'd extinguished over the course of the last two hours revved back to life.
Desire engulfed her. She whimpered against his mouth as he withdrew. Zeke's eyes blazed with fiery hunger as he stared at her.
"Say yes," he ordered, and then placed nibbling k
isses along her jawline.
Even through the foggy haze of passion she refused him, stubbornly digging her heels in.
"No," she murmured, attempting to calm her rapid pulse and stall the liquid pulls of heat at her core.
He smiled; an understanding gleamed in his eyes. Zeke knew she was fighting her body, struggling against her own needs.
"Come, pet." Zeke looped an arm through hers, pulling her into the Dungeon Fantasy Club as the elevator doors opened and music spilled inside. Chase took up position on her other side. Unexpected warmth seeped into her bones at the united, protective barrier they created around her. No one else would touch her down here. That much she was certain of, she wouldn't have to fend off unwanted advances from Doms—other than the two of them. And for all their recent bluster, with their masks removed and their true dominant natures coming to the forefront, Kara knew deep within her soul that Zeke and Chase would never allow any harm to come to her.
Just that instinctive knowledge loosened some of the knots that had taken up residence inside her abdomen. The music coming through the loud speakers was David Bowie. For a weeknight, the place was packed. Glass rooms lined the halls and, by the looks of them, were occupied, some with the midnight curtains drawn, while in others the curtains remained open and had viewing parties surrounding the glass.
The main hallway opened up into a small, gymnasium-sized room. There was a sleek black bar at the far end being overseen by Declan McDougal's butler, Jared, and the maid Sherry whom she'd met briefly this morning was rushing drinks on trays to guests lingering on leather couches and chairs in the center of the room. There were small alcove rooms, cordoned off by black velvet rope that held all manner of BDSM furniture, for public scenes. Presently, every scene room was occupied. There was a space with a medical examining table, a Saint Andrew's cross, a spanking horse, a brick wall with restraints to position a sub spread eagled, and more.
Kara had forgotten about the sheer amount of skin visible at a BDSM club. Not that she was squeamish about nudity, she wasn't, but one also didn't see this many bare breasts, bare butts, and everything else in between on a normal daily basis or out in the general public. Kara felt overdressed in her little black dress. It was the only thing she'd had on hand that would be considered appropriate attire for a BDSM Club. It amazed her that this existed in Declan McDougal's home and that the society rags had never caught wind of it. She wondered how someone as high profile as Declan could keep the press away from something like this. The press loved nothing more than debasing a famous person's sexual preferences on the five o'clock news like it was anyone else's business.
The sweet smell of sex, the sounds of slapping flesh, mingled with groans of ecstasy, ignited her blood. The scenery, the imagery of the erotic and taboo, did little to help her resolve. Kara caught sight of her host and hostess mid-scene. Zoey was strapped onto a spanking bench, facing the crowd as Declan used a paddle. Tears streamed down Zoey's face, her visage awash with pleasure, mewling noises erupting from her lips each time Declan brought the paddle against her bare bottom. Kara recognized that look, the mindless pleasure of being so far gone there was nothing else.
"See something you like, pet?" Chase nibbled her earlobe, making shivers race along her spine.
Shock radiated through her as the sexy butler, Jared, joined Declan and Zoey in the scene room. The sensual butler held his member in front of Zoey's mouth. With a little prompting, he nudged her mouth open, sliding his penis between her lips at the same time as her fiancé entered her from behind. Kara noticed Zoey's eyes damn near roll back at the unbridled desire swamping her body.
Kara felt herself pant as the scene unfolded. Declan and Jared were pumping their hips in rapid succession; Zoey wailed around Jared's length shuttling in and out of her mouth, she was so lost in her passion. Then Kara imagined it was her on the bench with Zeke and Chase pleasuring her that way. It made her ache and throb. She noticed her body shook with the force of her desire. She was so turned on it scared her silly. In a moment of panic, her anxiety and fear made Kara jerk away from Zeke and Chase, then backtrack her footsteps like the hounds of hell were after her. She fled toward the elevator. Kara didn't want to see any more, didn't want to be tempted by Zeke and Chase anymore.
The guys caught her before she reached the elevator. She whimpered under her breath at being denied her escape. Zeke restrained her with his iron grip. Chase laid a hand against her back, ensuring there was a continuous connection between the three of them. Kara glanced up into Zeke's blue eyes; her mouth moved, attempting to protest against their hands on her, but no sound was forthcoming. Her fear and anxiety silenced the words before she could utter them. They ushered her down the hall to one of the few rooms still available, and entered. Chase closed the door behind them and pressed a button on the wall. The midnight curtains automatically shrouded the room in privacy.
There wasn't much to this room. The floor was padded with black mats. There was a metal stockade kneeler, and an armoire. Zeke tipped her face up to meet his gaze as Chase joined them. Chase was on her right side while Zeke was on her left. Chase's arm snaked around her back, pulling her side up against him, and an electric current sparked at the touch.
"Say you don't want this, Kara, and we will take you back to your room," Zeke commanded, closing the distance between them so that she was enclosed with their embrace.
At their nearness, heat scorched the connection between her, Zeke, and Chase. Like a live wire, it was palpable. She could taste the anticipation in the air, the expectancy that saying yes to their scandalous proposition would forever alter her in ways she couldn't possibly imagine. As much as her rational mind knew that proceeding and giving in to temptation was a bad idea, her body craved what it wanted, and her body desired them on a level that defied all reason.
"Yes, I want this," she sighed, letting go of the internal struggle that had plagued her since the airport. Chase traced a circle around her right breast, teasing the nipple with feather light strokes.
Zeke threaded his long fingers through her hair at her capitulation; his lips caught hers in a drugging kiss. Chase's fingers pushed aside the material of her barely there dress and bra, cupping her breast firmly. The feel of his hand against her skin with no barrier between them made her gasp at the exquisite pleasure. His hands were calloused from all his woodworking and construction, and just a little rough. Chase kneaded the mound of flesh and her nipple puckered under his palm. Zeke released her lips slowly, his teeth grazing against her bottom lip.
Chase turned her head, stealing a hot kiss of his own while Zeke slid her dress and bra completely off her shoulders, cupping her other breast. Chase pulled back and she glanced between the two. She'd never been so turned on in her life and they had barely touched her, yet. Her belly quivered in delicious anticipation.
"There's no backing out now, understood?" Zeke stated. The blatant hunger in his gaze almost brought her to her knees.
Kara nodded, her mouth suddenly dry.
"Good. You will call us Master or Sir when we give you permission to speak. Your safeword is 'frog', use it, Kara, if you need it. There are two of us, so if something hurts or feels wrong you need to say so. Okay?"
"Yes, Master," she replied, sliding back into the habit on a barely conscious level.
"Good, pet. Don't worry, you are about to experience pleasure like you never have before, that's a promise." Zeke reclaimed her lips, unleashing his carefully checked desire, holding nothing back, just as she felt Chase's mouth close around her nipple.
She moaned into Zeke's mouth at the delicious sensation as she arched her back toward Chase's hungry mouth as he greedily sucked on her areola, lashing his tongue across the peak. Zeke tasted her, thrusting his tongue inside her depths, mimicking what she knew was to come later. She started to lift her arms; she wanted to touch them now that she'd decided to wade right into the threesome with no further speculation. This was her fantasy brought to life and she wanted to enjoy it for all it
was worth.
"Keep your arms at your side, pet," Chase ordered, biting her nipple. Pleasure-pain jolted through her body to her quaking sex.
"Yes, Master," she moaned.
Zeke trailed kisses over her collarbone before heading south to her unoccupied breast. Her head fell back and she groaned open mouthed at the feel of both of them sucking on her breasts. Had she ever experienced such divine pleasure? Her partners' hands stroked her body, everywhere they touched she felt flames lick her skin as they divested her of her dress and bra entirely until she stood in nothing but a swath of black lace and heels.
"Good god, pet, you're magnificent." Chase placed a kiss on her belly, and then drew her black lace panties off with his teeth.
Zeke's hand delved between her legs the moment her sex was bared. His long fingers caressed her labia, his thumb circled her clit. All the while, his lips never left her breast as he sucked hard on the areola. Then he inserted two digits inside her quivering heat.
"Ah, Master." She gasped at the glorious feel of his fingers thrusting hard inside her vagina. This wasn't the gentle, almost demure finger fucking from earlier. Then Chase latched his mouth around her clitoris. He sucked on the nub like a child with a sugar cube. The dual assault of Zeke's jackhammer thrusts and Chase's vigorous sucking made the climax barrel into her, leaving her breathless. Her knees shook, her body clenched around Zeke's hand, and she fought to remain upright as her body uncoiled.
They didn't stop, only changed positions so that it was Chase's thicker fingers thrusting inside her pussy and Zeke sucking on the tight nub of her clitoris. Why had she even thought to fight this? Every nip and tug of Zeke's mouth, every sure thrust of Chase's fingers were little slices of heaven, and the night had only just begun. If Kara feared anything, it was what she would do after being with them.
"Sweet mercy, ah, ah, oh my!" she whimpered, as Zeke added two fingers to her pussy along with Chase's. The combo of four fingers stretched the walls of her pussy in an almost painful fashion, making her ride a thin line between pleasure and pain. When her next orgasm hit her system, her knees gave out from the intensity as waves of pleasure bombarded her frame. Chase caught her before she bonelessly slid onto the floor.
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