“And who was that, sweetheart?” he asked gently, brushing one finger across her cheek. “A lonely, unhappy, closed-up young woman, subsisting on nothing but memories and dreams? Living a sexless, loveless half-life?”
She winced. “Wow. Could you make me sound any more pathetic?”
“Not pathetic, sweet pea. Lost.”
“So what does that make me now?” She spread her hands, indicating the pile of colorful dresses. “I can’t even pick out my own clothes anymore.” Her face fell. “Phillip used to pick out my clothes.”
“Let me guess,” Adam said. “Dark. Shapeless. Heavy. Too big.”
She nodded. “The boxier, the bulkier, the uglier, the better.”
Adam laughed and pulled her to him for a swift hug. “Oh, sweetheart, he picked out those things because he wanted to hide you. We want to adorn you. We want to drape your body in things that make you even more beautiful than you already are.” He released her and stood up, towering over her. “Tell you what. Try these on, just humor me.”
Slightly mollified, she nodded. “Okay, but what if I don’t like any of them?”
Another laugh. More of a snort, actually. “Trust me” was all he said.
For the next two hours she tried on the most exquisitely feminine outfits she’d ever seen. Sexy, flirty sundresses with short floaty skirts that came only halfway down her thighs. In colors that were absolutely scrumptious—bright turquoise, sunflower yellow, raspberry, fuchsia, lime green—in solids as well as bold, splashy prints.
Adam was right. She loved everything he’d chosen for her, and had difficulty restricting herself to a reasonable dozen dresses, four pairs of sandals and an assortment of funky jewelry. Stacking her selections in Yvette’s arms, she followed the young woman to the cash register at the front of the store. As she was getting out her new temporary bank card, Adam strolled up with all the rest of the dresses, shoes and jewelry she’d rejected as being unnecessarily extravagant. He deposited them on the counter with the others and replaced her card with his.
“You’re mine,” he said succinctly. “I take care of what’s mine.”
Overwhelmed with emotion, Sarah stood for several long moments, biting her lip, fighting both her tears and her realization that her life was no longer her own. She closed her eyes, listening to the electronic beeps of the cash register as her purchases mounted up and her inner battle raged. Finally heaving an enormous sigh, she lifted her gaze to Adam’s. He nearly sagged with relief as they both realized her struggle was over. “Thank you,” she whispered, letting her gaze roam over his handsome face—a face as beloved to her now as Jesse’s. “I love you.”
He pulled her into his arms and stood looking down at her, carefully studying the emotions playing across her expressive face, swirling in the depths of her turquoise eyes. “Are you sure, sweet pea? I want you to be absolutely sure. I know we’ve rushed you—”
Lifting her fingers to his lips, she shook her head. “Yes, I’m sure. I’m not sure I understand it, but I am sure of the feeling. I’ve loved Jesse with all my heart and soul since I was thirteen years old. He was—is—the living embodiment of all my fantasies and being able to be with him now is literally a dream come true. I never expected…or even considered…you. Not the thought of you, not the possibility of you…certainly not the reality of you. And yet”—she shrugged her shoulders helplessly, letting the silence stretch between them—“here you are, and I can no longer imagine my life without you. I love you, Adam. Not less than Jesse. Not different from Jesse. Exactly like Jesse.”
Adam’s eyes darkened until just a thin sapphire rim circled the blackness of his pupils. Swamped by a tide of inexplicable longing, she reached up and pulled his head down, fitting his mouth to hers.
His tongue surged in, questing, seeking, circling hers in a sweet dance of passion that curled her toes and turned her brain to mush, stealing her ability to think, leaving her awash in a sea of sensation. Crackling, sparking, sizzling sensation. Lightning arced through them, fusing them together. Fusing her soul to Adam’s as surely as it was fused to Jesse’s. Tonight she would give herself to both men, carving out a new destiny not just for herself, but for all three of them.
Sarah didn’t know how long the kiss lasted, but when she pulled her head back to look up at Adam, his eyes were now completely black and flickering with the weight of his emotions. He was looking at her exactly the way Jesse looked at her and her insides melted. Her throat closed; she couldn’t catch her breath. Juice gushed from her pussy, dampening her already wet jeans. He released her, but she still clung to his shirt because her knees were so weak, she knew she would fall to the ground if she let go. Chuckling, he reached around her to start gathering up the dozen or so shopping bags containing her purchases. “You’re going to have to walk out of here under your own steam, sweet pea. I can’t carry all of these and you, too.”
Stiffening her knees, she let go of his shirt and straightened, swaying only slightly. Suddenly aware of her surroundings, she realized that everyone in the store was staring at her and Adam with varying degrees of envy and approval. Turning to Mistress Sidonie, she reached out to shake the Dominatrix’s hand. “Je vous remerci, Maitresse. J‘espère vous voir encore,” she murmured in perfect, unaccented French, causing the black-haired woman to raise one sharply penciled eyebrow as she realized that Sarah had understood every word she and Adam had exchanged.
She gave Sarah a tight smile as she took the proffered hand. “A bientôt, Chérie.”
When they finally arrived back home, Jesse was waiting for them on the front porch. Her heart leaped at the sight of him standing there, bare-chested, bare-footed, hands shoved into his jeans pockets, all rippling muscles and smoldering sensuality.
“Go get him, love,” Adam chuckled.
In a flash, she was out of the car and running toward Jesse, jumping up and throwing her arms and legs around him. He caught her to him, wrapping his arms around her, enfolding her against the heat of his body. Their lips met in a crushing kiss so full of passion and heated lust, it was a wonder they didn’t spontaneously combust.
“Oh, Jesse, thank God you’re safe,” she cried, gasping for air as she broke off the kiss. “Did you find Ryder Malone?”
“No”—he grimaced—“but Porterville has suddenly become a very interestin’ place. Full of skinheads. I figure I’m gonna have to do a little private investigatin’ over the next week or two.” Hands under her rump, he carried her through the front door, followed by a bemused Adam, burdened like a pack mule with bags full of clothes, shoes, makeup, and toiletries, which he carried upstairs to the bedroom.
Jesse set Sarah down on the island, drawing back far enough to look at her, while keeping his erection pressed against the junction of her thighs. Taking both her hands in one of his, he lifted the other to tuck a curl behind her ear. “What did you think of Adam’s surprise?”
“Oh, God, it was wonderful! I thought she was dead! I truly never expected to see her again. I didn’t realize how much I’d missed her until today.”
Jesse’s head jerked back in surprise, but his smile never faltered. “See who? Missed who? Who’s dead?”
“He didn’t tell you?” She looked at Adam, as he headed through the kitchen on his way back out to the garage. “You didn’t tell him?”
“It’s your story, sweet pea. I figure it needs to come from you.”
“C’mon, sugar. You can tell me while I put the steaks on the grill.”
After a delicious meal—thick rib-eye steaks cooked to perfection, baked potatoes and a salad made with some of the Rands’ garden-fresh vegetables—Adam and Jesse quickly cleaned up the kitchen. As soon as the last dish was placed in the dishwasher, both men turned, leaned back against the counter and folded their arms across their chests, staring at her intently. Raw power rolled off of them in waves.
She gulped. Hoo boy! Her arousal was at fever pitch, her breathing shallow and erratic as she struggled to get her skyrocketing heartbe
at under control. Lord have mercy, this is really going to happen!
With a smile that did absolutely nothing to diminish her terror, Jesse crooked his index finger at her. “Stand up, little sub.”
Biting her lip, she stood and walked toward them until he stopped her with another gesture. “Present, Sarah,” Adam ordered softly.
While she assumed the submissive posture, the two men eased away from the counter and began circling her, like predators circling their prey. Reaching out to touch her, stroking her arms, her back, the curve of her ass. Leaning in to kiss and lick her mouth, her neck, her sensitive ears. Leaving her a mindless, shuddering wreck as her anticipation and anxiety grew exponentially. She let out a tiny, whimpering moan.
Then Jesse put his arms around her, pulling her against the heat and hardness of his body. His cock pressed against her belly, thick and hot and so hard he feared it would split the worn denim fabric. He lowered his head and let his lips brush softly against hers, holding her captive with the barest touch of his mouth.
Adam came up behind her. Her moans grew louder as he pressed his hips against her ass, fitting his jeans-clad cock into her cleft. Grasping her firmly by the hips, he held her in place while he nuzzled his face against her silken neck, inhaling her sweet, womanly scent.
Holy Moley! She was being embraced by two of the sexiest men she had ever known. Two men! Touching her. Loving her. She was the filling in a SEAL sandwich. Hot juice spilled out onto her thighs in a torrent she couldn’t control. Nor could she control the lust surging through her in a conflagration of raw need. She stood, trembling, her breath shuddering from her lungs.
They moved against her, pressing her more tightly between them. Her stomach exploded with millions of sparking live wires as she waited to see what would happen next.
“I want you to be very sure about this, Sarah,” came Adam’s voice in her ear, low and husky and throbbing with need. “I’m not going to be just a temporary diversion when you feel you need a little something extra. I will be a full and equal partner in everything we do.”
“Adam—” She turned in Jesse’s arms to face the other man she loved, her gaze lifting to his, her eyes flickering with the power of her need.
“I’m in love with you, Sarah, so if we do this, it will be on a permanent, full-time basis. The three of us will live together openly in a ménage relationship. You will be legally married to Jess, but you will belong equally to me. You will be committed to both of us, as we will both be committed to you.”
He kissed her forehead reverently with a lingering brush of his lips. “This is a small town, Sarah. And small-town people are often prudish and judgmental, so you may lose some friends over this. You may even lose your job. But I promise you, love, you will want for nothing. Jess and I will take very good care of you. We will treasure you, cherish you, love you. We will devote ourselves to you. So, if you want two bossy ex-SEALs fussing over you and ordering you around and giving you explosive orgasms for the rest of your life, just say the word and it’s a done deal.”
“I love you, Adam. I’m fully prepared for all the consequences.”
He chuckled. “Somehow I doubt that,” he said, his eyes twinkling. “But thank you for your trust, sweetheart. You’ll never have cause to regret it, I promise.” He brushed his lips against hers again, and again, in a series of dragging, openmouthed kisses so carnal, so achingly raw, they sent the breath shuddering from her lungs and hot cream cascading from her pussy.
When he finally released her and stepped back, Jesse turned her once again to face him. He gave her a crooked smile and her heart melted at the sheer sensual magic of it.
“Are you scared, sugar?” he asked softly.
Admit it, you’re scared witless! “N-no. Sir,” she said, biting her lip. Goose bumps slithered down her spine.
“Liar.” His smile broadened and the sudden glitter in his eyes turned her insides to molten lava. “And you know what lyin’ gets you, don’t you, little sub?” he asked, his voice filled with soft menace.
She gulped. “A one-way ticket to Palookaville?” she hazarded in a desperate attempt to lighten the mood.
His eyes hardened as he stepped back. “Strip, Sarah. Now.”
Oh, Lord, this was it. She tried to work up enough spit to swallow, but her mouth was too dry. Oh, Lord, what was she doing? She sucked in a huge breath, lifting her hands to the top button of her cotton shirt. But her fingers were clumsy, fumbling with the fastening.
Jesse’s hands reached out and began unbuttoning her blouse, slowly pulling the flaps up out of her jeans. The fabric parted, revealing the dusky slopes of her breasts, the shadowed valley between them. For a moment he just stood and stared, breathing harshly. Then he reached inside, skimming his hands up the sides of her rib cage, nudging the shirt off her shoulders and down her arms. It dropped to the floor, baring her completely above the waist. Her nipples distended, becoming hard little beads of pleasure.
Adam’s hands came around her from behind to cup her breasts, lifting them, kneading them, marveling at the pink flush spreading across her creamy skin. “Christ, Sarah, you have the most beautiful breasts,” he whispered in awe. “They’re perfect, absolutely perfect.”
She moaned, pressing back against his hard chest, arching her back to give him fuller access. He flicked his thumbs rapidly across both nipples, sending aching curls of sensation straight to her clit. She cried out in rapture, lifting her hands to hold him harder against her. Giving her nipples a hard pinch, he twisted and rolled them back and forth, making her cry out sharply.
“Oh! God!” She hissed in her breath as pleasure shot straight to her pussy. She had never been more aroused or more wet in her life. Her clit pounded, sending need pulsing through her with every frantic beat of her heart.
Jesse unzipped her jeans and pushed them down her legs. “Step out.”
Shivering, she did as she was told.
While Adam continued to plump her breasts, Jesse’s hands grazed the smooth, firm skin of her belly, hips, and ass. He cupped her mound and she let out a groan, squirming as he skimmed two fingers through her wet folds. Chuckling softly, Jesse pulled his hand away, nodding for Adam to do the same, leaving her bereft and panting and whimpering with loss. “Kneel up, little sub.” The harshness of Jesse’s tone sent her heart plummeting to her feet.
“Um…”
“On your knees, back straight, eyes down, legs spread wide, hands clasped behind your neck, elbows out.”
Sarah sank to her knees, trying to maneuver into the awkward position.
“Bend your toes forward.” He pushed against her knees with the toe of his boot. “Legs wider apart. We want to see our wet, shiny pussy.”
Good Lord. She had never felt more vulnerable in her entire life. Or more aroused. She was completely naked, her glistening folds exposed to the avid gazes of two Dominant men. Her entire body hummed, shivering with the excitement coursing through her. She was floating, buoyed by currents of energy that seemed to flow through her like electricity. She was sparking, crackling, like short-circuiting live wires.
Adam stepped around her, his jeans open. His fist was wrapped around his cock, stroking it slowly from base to tip, slicking his thumb over the slit, picking up the pre-cum that dribbled from it to lubricate his glide. He stood directly in front of her, his cock mere inches from her face.
She stared, transfixed by his long, hard, elegant penis, thick and nearly purple with engorged blood, curving upward from a nest of dark-blond curls. Longer than Jesse’s. Thinner than Jesse’s. The shiny satin knob flared out at the end of a stalk that was heavily corded with thick veins. His balls were suspended beneath the base of that stalk like two ripe plums.
She could hardly wait to taste him.
Grabbing her chin with one hand, he forced her gaze upward. “You are not actually a slave, Sarah, but we are going to give you a slave name. A name we will call you when we are ready to use your delectable body for our pleasure, like right now. When w
e address you by this name, you are to stop what you are doing and assume the ‘Kneel Up’ position and await our further orders, do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.” Good Lord, had she just called him…Master? The title fell so naturally from her lips she hadn’t even realized it.
“Good girl. Many Masters give their slaves demeaning names, like ‘Hole’ or ‘Thing’ or ‘Worm.’ But we love and respect you, and we honor the gift of your submission. Therefore, your slave name will be Sunny, because you are like sunshine to us.”
Her throat tightened as if being gripped by an invisible hand. “Thank you, Master,” she whispered.
“That doesn’t mean we won’t punish you when you’ve done something to earn it,” he chuckled. “We will. Punishment, after all, is merely a tool for us to use in order to correct mistakes and make you a better sub. It is our gift to you, and you will thank us for it every time we administer it.”
“Yes, Master.”
Releasing her chin, he pressed the weeping tip of his cock against her nose. “Smell it, Sunny. Smell my cock.” She inhaled his musk and her mouth began to water uncontrollably. She gulped, knowing that her mouth was just the first of many holes that this cock would eventually penetrate tonight. What am I doing? I have to be completely insane! But even as her mind questioned, her body was already betraying her. Eyes closing, she leaned toward him slightly and drew his musky, masculine scent into the bottom of her lungs.
“Lick the head.”
She stuck out her tongue and curled it around the spongy head, licking up the pearly drops of pre-cum that oozed from the tiny slit.
“Open your eyes, Sunny.”
Her gaze flew up to meet the glittering hardness of his.
“Now I am going to allow you to suck my cock. Use your mouth only. You have two minutes to make me come. Every minute it takes you beyond that limit will earn you five swats on your bare ass, do you understand?”
She gulped. “Y-yes, Master.”
“You must not come. This is for my pleasure, not yours. Am I clear?”
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