by Marie Tuhart
Two men, two different kisses. Her brain grappled with the way they tasted. Each different. Ry, metal and coffee, Jed, mint and the outdoors. Oh, God. They tasted the same as they had when she was eighteen.
Her body was melting between them. She curled one arm around Jed’s neck, and the other hand began caressing Ry’s chest. Her helplessness to resist these two men was starting again. And did she care? At the moment, no, but she’d come home knowing they weren’t going to play it safe, not this time.
A thump against the wall caused Katie to jump, but it also helped clear her head of the sensual web the men had spun over her. They were in her grandmother’s pantry, her grandmother’s house, making out like a bunch of teenagers. This had to stop. Now. Ground rules needed to be put in place.
“Guys,” she whispered after pulling her mouth free from Jed’s and catching her breath.
Two pairs of lips caressed either side of her neck, hands roaming over her body, making her squirm. But when skin met skin, she had to stop this before they ripped off their clothes. And she knew of only one way to make them stop.
“Red.”
Their heads snapped up, and their hands stilled.
“What did you just say?” Ry stared down at her, his gray eyes flat and cold.
“Red.” An icy shiver slithered up her spine, but she held her ground.
Jed swore softly, removed his hands, and took a step back. Ry kept staring at her, but he, too, released her and pulled away.
Katie took a deep breath and let it out. It helped calm her racing heart, but their scent filled her nostrils instead. Sandalwood for Ry and leather for Jed, those scents haunted her every night. It wasn’t fair they could tie her up in knots so quickly, but then she was aware of what she was getting into by coming home. She feared she couldn’t handle them or what they wanted.
“This is my grandmother’s house. We will not do this here.” She had to be strong if she was going to enter a relationship with these two men. It had to be on terms she could live by, or they could destroy her heart.
Ry cleared his throat. “How did you know the word red would stop us?”
Bracing her back against the rear wall, she stared at the two men in front of her, so different, yet so alike. “I’m no longer the shy, naïve eighteen year old you once knew.” And she wasn’t. Thanks to some of the friends she made in New York, she’d learned a lot about the BDSM world. Their world.
“I see.” Ry rubbed his chin, evaluating her with those dark gray eyes as if he was assessing her as a flight risk.
She wasn’t going to run this time. She wouldn’t leave Felton’s Creek; she’d had enough of the big city and chasing a dream that wasn’t possible. She thrust her failure away. This was not the time or the place.
“You do realize what you’re doing?” Jed asked, his dark blue gaze watching her as well.
“I hope so,” she whispered as doubt crept into her mind. Could she handle them? She almost laughed out loud. Handle wasn’t the right word. No one could handle them. They were their own men.
“Then let the games begin,” Jed said.
They started toward her, and Katie threw her hands up. “Hard limit.”
Both men froze in their tracks.
She had to hold back a nervous giggle at the surprised look on their faces. Her body trembled, but she had to do this. It was difficult for her to deny them, but she had to. Her rules. “This is my grandmother’s house. I will not do this here. There is no discussion around it. It’s a hard limit.”
“Who the fuck taught you?” Ry took a step forward.
“Ry.” Jed grabbed his arm. “Katie is right. This isn’t the time or place.”
Jed’s hard gaze made Katie shiver. Okay, so maybe Jed wasn’t as easy going as she remembered.
“Tomorrow night. Our house. Seven.” Ry ground the words out.
Katie nodded, and the two men stepped aside. She squeezed past them to the door of the pantry. Her skin was singed from the contact.
“And if you’re late, you will be punished,” Jed said as her hand curved around the knob.
She froze, her heart doing triple time. “I won’t be late.”
She slipped out and closed the door behind her, resting her back against the solid wood. Oh. Dear. God. She was going into the lion’s den, and they hadn’t been fed in years.
****
Ry stared at the pantry door, willing the acute anger rolling through his veins to subside. He fought against punching the wall. “I want to know who taught her.” His voice vibrated with suppressed rage.
“We will.” Jed’s calm tone wasn’t helping Ry control the beast inside him. “You need to calm down, Ry.”
“Someone else taught her, Jed. Not us. It should have been us.” Ry ground his teeth together. And if he had taught her? Would he have scared her with his demands? His need for control?
“Just because she knew the one word to stop us cold doesn’t mean she’s fully educated.” Jed leaned against the back wall, taking deep breaths, watching Ry. Ry reached down and adjusted himself. It was then Ry noticed Jed’s cock was as hard as his. “What she said is easy enough to find on the Internet, along with the hard limit.”
Ry blew out a breath. “Damn, you’re right.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s just the thought of another man…” His teeth snapped together, and Jed winced at the sound.
“Yeah, I’m with you there.” Jed rubbed his stomach. “If another man has taught her, we will deal with it. She’s been gone eight years. We can’t expect her not to have experimented. It’s not like we were celibate while she was gone.”
“I lose all reason when I’m around her.”
“You always did, and that’s why you have me.” Jed punched him in the arm, and they both smiled. “Shall we discuss how we want to handle Katie tomorrow?”
“Yes, when we get home. Because this time, I’m not letting her run.”
Chapter Two
The next evening, Katie shut the front door of her grandmother’s house with a sigh. She was late for her meeting with Ry and Jed.
She jogged to her car, hopped in, and took off. She’d hoped to walk to Ry and Jed’s house, but it wasn’t going to happen now. She didn’t need more time to think since she’d thought of nothing but Ry and Jed and their reaction to her words since the pantry incident yesterday.
She reviewed some of the basics in her head while she drove, such as what she’d learned about BDSM while she was in New York. Ry and Jed were both dominant males, and she would have to deal with that. But she wasn’t going to be a pushover, either. There would be limits and rules. Katie had a submissive side, but it was mainly in the bedroom, not in life.
All too soon she pulled into the driveway. Climbing out of her car, she shut the door and stood there for a minute as her pulse roared in her ears. No time like the present. She made her way to the front door, drew in a breath, and knocked.
The door opened to reveal Jed wearing nothing but a pair of jeans. Her mouth went dry at the sight of his toned manliness. “Come on in, Kitty Kat.”
Her heart hiccupped. Kitty Kat. Only Jed called her that.
“Thanks.” She slipped through the opening. Ry was standing across the room. He, too, was only dressed in a pair of jeans. She swallowed. His six pack abs were even more defined than Jed’s. Her palms itched to touch, to see if those muscles were as hard as they looked.
“You’re late.” Ry’s voice was low and heavy.
“Yes.” Her chin went up. She wasn’t going to apologize.
“Bad move.” Jed’s spoke softly in her ear as his arms encircled her.
Katie kept her gaze on Ry as he marched to the dining set in the corner. He pulled out a straight back chair, turned it to face her, and sat down. He wasn’t...
“Bring her over here.”
Oh, shit. Katie’s breath caught in her throat.
Jed maneuvered her over to where Ry sat. “For being late, you will be spanked.”
They we
re making good on their promise to punish her. A chill chased up her spine. She’d been spanked before.
She opened her mouth, but she couldn’t think of anything to say. Jed applied pressure between her shoulder blades, forcing her to bend over. Then he hooked his leg around hers, pulling them toward him until she was over Ry’s lap.
Her pussy clenched. Ry’s hand smoothed over her back, and Katie relaxed. Maybe they were just teasing her?
Ry’s hand came down over her denim-covered ass.
“Ouch,” she said, more out of surprise than pain. Four more times he swatted her ass in rapid succession. Her clothing took most of the impact, but it didn’t stop the tingling from spreading from her ass to her clit. This was so very different from when she’d been spanked in New York. This made her shiver from anticipation and not worry about the pain.
“My turn,” Jed said.
“Stand up and then lie down over Jed’s lap.” Ry’s voice was hoarse and stern.
Taking a shaky breath, Katie stood up and waited for the men to switch positions. How many times had she fantasized about them doing this to her? Especially in the club in New York where she watched subs get spanked, flogged, and caned. She’d only allowed one person at the club to spank her, and she’d never had this reaction.
Jed sat down, and she lay over Jed’s lap with an excited quiver tumbling in her stomach. Five more swats and he was done. Excitement flowed through her veins. What else would this night bring?
Ry grasped her by the shoulders and helped her stand. She wobbled on her feet for a few seconds when Ry let her go. Her panties were soaked, her clit pulsing with need. Damn, that hadn’t happened the other times she’d been spanked. When she’d been spanked at the club it had been almost clinical. She never had an inkling it could be this exciting except in her fantasies.
“Okay?” Jed asked, running his finger down her cheek.
Heat flared over her face. “Yes,” she whispered.
“Come sit down.” Ry patted the center of the sofa on the other side of the room.
When had he moved away? Katie shook off the sensual cobwebs and sauntered over to the sofa. She sat, leaving space between her and Ry. Jed grinned at her as he strode over, nudged her to the middle, and took his seat. His thigh brushed hers.
Ry shifted, his hip bumping into hers as he scooted closer to her. Her body temperature shot up. Two men, two hard bodies.
Stay calm, you can handle this. She settled back and waited.
“We don’t tolerate lateness, five swats from the implement of our choice from each of us for every minute you’re late.” Ry placed his arm around her neck, his hand resting on her shoulder. “And next time it will be on your bare naked ass.”
She nodded twisting her fingers together, wishing her pussy didn’t cream at his words. She should be frightened, but she wasn’t. This was Ry and Jed. The two who had taken her on her eighteenth birthday, showing her sexual heights never to be repeated. At least not yet.
“Are you nervous, Kitty Kat?” Jed asked.
“A little.” She wasn’t going to lie.
Ry opened his mouth, but the ringing of the phone caused him to swear.
“I’ll get it.” Jed rose, ambled over, and snatched up the receiver. “Yes.” His lips pressed together. “Understand. I’ll be right down.” He hung the phone up and stared at her. “Misty’s in trouble. I have to go down to the stables.”
“Take care of her,” Ry said.
Jed nodded. “Go ahead and continue. I’ll catch up when I get back.” He turned and walked to the back of the house.
“So tell me, Katie. How many men have you been with?” Ry asked.
“Four.” Katie squirmed. She hated to admit her failings as a woman. Besides, he didn’t have to know that one relationship was platonic, and the other was a Dom at the club who only played with her. No sex involved. She didn’t want them to think she was totally inexperienced, even if she was.
“Are you saying—”
“Yes, that includes you and Jed.” No hiding, she told herself. When she made her decision to leave New York it was with the knowledge Ry and Jed were the only two men she wanted. Her father could go to hell and back for his ideas on who was a good man for his daughter.
“Then Jed was right. You know very little about our world.”
“More than you think.” Katie gathered up her courage. “Just because I didn’t have intercourse doesn’t mean I didn’t play.”
Ry sprung off the couch as if the fabric burned him. “You played? Where and with who?”
“Ry.” She reached out and took his fist in her hand. Damn, she was breaking the unsaid rules between Dom and sub, but they hadn’t really established them yet. “This is something we can discuss when Jed is here. I don’t want to explain twice.”
And she didn’t. Her time at the club in New York had not only been to satisfy her curiosity, but to help her understand the two men she wanted in her life. Even if at times it scared the crap out of her.
But she was learning to deal with her fear. It was more fear of her own sexuality and learning to understand the needs she had. She trusted Ry and Jed, and Pamela had told her trust was the foundation for any relationship.
She waited, and Ry let out a breath as he sat down. “You know I’ve always been a little protective where you’re concerned.”
“A little.” She laughed. “Remember when you punched Billy because he dared to steal a kiss in the ninth grade?”
Ry smiled. “Billy kissed all the girls. I wanted to be your first kiss.”
Katie relaxed for the first time that night. “You were. Remember you kissed me at my fourteenth birthday party?”
“Yes, I did.” He chuckled before capturing her hand and placing it on his thigh, trapping it under with his. “Let’s talk about limits.”
She blinked at the change of subject, looked at their hands, and then nodded.
“Do you have any objections to rope bondage, the use of handcuffs, or other restraints?”
“No, as long as it’s not painful.”
“Tell me what toys you’ve used.”
She bit her lip, feeling a little embarrassed. “Dildo, vibrator, nipple rings, and a small butt plug.”
“Used them on yourself or someone used them on you?”
“Both.” Katie peeked at him from beneath her lashes. How would he take it?
He frowned. Katie opened her mouth, and he tapped her lips with his finger. “It’s okay. As Jed pointed out, it has been eight years. While I don’t like the idea of you with another man, I can understand it.”
Katie squeezed his thigh beneath her fingers.
“I know you don’t mind being spanked, but what kind of implements are you okay with?”
“Back in time for the good stuff,” Jed said as he strode into the room. This time his chest was covered with a T-shirt.
“Misty okay?” Ry asked.
“Yep, doc has it handled.” Jed dropped down onto the chair. “Misty is one of my mares. She’s due to foal soon, and it hasn’t been easy on her.”
Katie smiled. “So you still love horses.”
“Yes. There are some loves that never go away.” Jed leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “So will you allow us to whip you?”
Her breath caught in her throat, and she had to force the words out. “Flogger, but I’m not sure about a whip or cane. I don’t want any welts or blood. That’s a hard limit.” She was amazed at how steady her voice was.
“Agreed,” Ry said.
“As far as sex, what won’t you do?” Jed asked.
“I’m not sure I understand what you mean.” She tilted her head, looking at Jed. What kind of sex were they thinking of?
“Sex without a condom?” Ry asked.
“We can provide you with health reports to show we’re clean,” Jed said.
Katie took a deep breath, trying to calm the fire racing through her veins at the thought of their bare cocks in her pussy. “I’m on bir
th control, but I’d prefer a condom for any anal sex.”
The men looked at each other, and Ry nodded. “We can live with that.”
“Do you have any objection to fellatio?” Jed asked.
“No.”
“What about same gender?” Ry asked.
Katie shook her head. “Hard limit. No same sex for me.” Women just didn’t do it for her; she had learned that while visiting a club in New York.
“Will you take both of us at the same time?” Jed asked. His gaze held hers. “One in the pussy and one in the ass?”
Her eyes closed then reopened, her heart racing liked she’d run a marathon. “Yes.” Sandwiched between their two hard bodies... Oh yeah, her pussy pulsed at the idea.
“Do you fantasize?” Jed asked.
Her face went hot. “Yes.”
“Will you let us act out those fantasies with you, Kitty Kat?” Jed asked.
“Yes,” she whispered, but a grin played around her lips. Jed had given her the nickname Kitty Kat when he had found her sunbathing nude when she was sixteen. He told her she’d stretched out like a cat sunning itself.
“So far we’re very compatible,” Ry said. “There are things Jed and I won’t do.” He paused, and Jed nodded. “No blood, no welts, no breath play, no medical play, no knives or cutting, no fire play, branding, electrical shock, or fisting. We do limited suspension, but we will work up to that.”
“Sounds fair.” Katie couldn’t believe how calmly they were discussing this. Eight years ago she would have run for the hills. Now...part of her still wanted to run, but the other part couldn’t wait to get started. Her trust in Ry and Jed was unwavering, it was her fear of not being the woman they really wanted and needed that held her back.
“You’re safeword will always be red. That will stop all play. If you’re unsure of something say yellow, we will slow down and talk you through it. But only red will stop us.”
“I can agree to that.”
“Any medical issues we need to know about?” Ry asked.