He faced her. “Angel?”
“Does Drex know I’m coming?” That was dumb. She didn’t even know she was coming. “I mean do you think he wants me to come?”
He grinned. “I called him on the drive over. He’s excited but nervous that he’ll mess up his second chance.”
“Really?”
Tatum gave her a wonderful hug then led her inside. The second her foot touched the floor, Drex jumped up from the sofa, his gaze aimed at her.
Tatum had told the truth. Drex did seem to be holding his breath, waiting to see if she’d forgive him. Now that she was the center of attention, more awkwardness ensued.
“Guess what?” Tatum said with what seemed to be forced cheer. “Our woman, here, won the pie judging contest.”
Drex’s shoulders seemed to relax. “That’s great.” He held up a beer. “One pie today, ten tomorrow, and a thousand by year’s end.”
His exaggeration cut the tension. “I wish. I don’t think my one-oven kitchen could make all of those.”
“Come sit with me. Maybe together we can figure something out.”
She couldn’t quite tell if he wanted to discuss their relationship or give her guidance on how to start her business, but regardless, she wanted to connect with him again.
She sat next to him, and he slid closer. Drex lifted her chin with a finger and looked so deeply into her eyes that his gaze melted her insides.
His lips slightly parted as if he was about to kiss her. “I’ve been so fucking miserable this week. I wish I could wave a magic wand and take back everything.”
He couldn’t mean that. “I don’t. I loved making love with you.”
He grabbed her to his chest. “See? You jumble my brain.” He eased her back. “I meant, I should have found a better way to tell you about my past.”
“I get why you didn’t tell me right away. There probably never was an ideal time. Had you waited until later, it would have been worse.”
A small smile helped erase the tension scurrying across his brow. “You’re okay with me being in hiding?”
“I’m okay with it now. I get why you wanted to leave Portland, but I don’t think I would have had the strength to do it.”
He looked over his shoulder at Tatum, who was fussing with something in the kitchen, clearly trying to stay out of the way. “Hear that? She thinks I’m strong and brave.”
The way he said it had her laughing again. It was almost as if the distance between them had evaporated. “You once asked me, Drex, what my dreams were. You know mine. Now tell me yours.”
He dropped back against the sofa. Tatum finally emerged from the kitchen carrying a bottle of beer and a glass of wine that he handed to her. She looked up at him and smiled. “Thanks.”
He sat across from them.
She didn’t want Tatum’s presence to distract him. She sipped her wine and curled a leg under her as she faced Drex. “Your dream?”
“You won’t give up, I see. I have to be honest. I’m trying to figure that out myself. On the one hand, I want people to see me for who I am as a person, yet there is this inbred need to lead.”
“A true Dom?” She had multiple reasons for bringing up the Lifestyle.
He cracked up and then glanced at Tatum. “What have you been telling her?”
She touched Drex’s arm. “Tatum didn’t tell me anything. From the way we made love, it’s clear you like to take control.”
“You got that right, but only in the bedroom.”
Tatum covered his mouth and mumbled, “Bullshit.”
They both laughed. Drex never really did explain about his dreams. “Have you thought about starting your own business, away from your dad’s presence?”
All cheer left his face. “I’ve given that a lot of thought. I loved working for my dad. He’s not really the problem, but there’s something about charting my own course that appeals to me. I want to do something I can be proud of. Something I’ve created from the bottom up.” He tapped his chest.
“I so get that. Someday, I want to open my own bakery, but I don’t want to do it because my father gave me the startup money.”
“Sometimes, you have to get a hand up in order to begin.” He drank his beer. “Let’s say, I decided to open a men’s clothing store—trust me, that’s not on my list—I would need start-up capital. As a garage mechanic, it would take me fifty years to earn that money.”
“But you’ve saved money.”
“True. That’s why it’s hypothetical. But, I’d still be the one to set up the company and make all of the decisions.” His brows rose.
“That’s not the way I work. I want to start out trying to do it my way. If, along the way, I need help, I’ll ask for it.” She tapped her chest. “Me.”
“Fair enough.” He leaned back and grinned. “Before we leave the decision, I want to clear up one misconception you have.”
“What’s that?”
“About how I am in the bedroom.” He ran a tongue over his lips in an obvious attempt to tease her, and her pussy moistened. “It’s always all about you, you know. I do things that excite you first. That means you’re really the one in control.”
She wasn’t sure she bought that line. She was about to say she’d need proof when Tatum stood and pulled her to her feet.
He stepped closer. “If I recall, I promised you a double dose of loving.”
This was it then. “That you did. You got another man in mind?”
When they both laughed, she knew she was in for the ride of a lifetime.
Chapter Thirteen
Ashley walked down the hall, hand in hand with Tatum. Drex followed closely behind.
“Second door,” Drex said with intense excitement. He acted like there was a Christmas tree inside with presents for him.
They entered and she stopped short. “Wow.” About ten lit, flickering candles were scattered around the room, creating a romantically cozy feel. She spun toward the men. “How did you know I’d be willing to make love with both of you?” She didn’t know whose room she was in.
Drex moved closer. “Tatum called and said you’d agreed.”
She didn’t know whether to be flattered or upset that he’d assumed she’d go ahead with it. Well, she was here now and wanted to taste both men. “I believe I said I’d consider giving you a second chance.”
He laughed. “Works for me.”
These men were pieces of work, but they were her men for now. “I’ve had a real shitty week, so I hope you’re both willing and able to make up for it.” She shot Drex a hard glare. “Well, you mostly.”
“Ouch, darlin’. Trust me when I say I’ve suffered more anxiety this week than when I decided to give up my life in Portland and move here.”
She wanted to make sure she understood why. “Because you lied to me?”
“That couldn’t have been helped. I felt bad making love to you before I told you the truth. You deserved better.”
Tatum moved behind her, wrapped his arms around her, and unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse. “Can’t help myself. You can keep talking, but I’m so hard right now, I can’t wait.”
They did know how to make a girl feel special. “Do you want me to help?” Her definition of help would be to undress the men then lick them long and hard until couldn’t they take it any longer.
“No.” Drex stepped closer. “I don’t want you to move or talk.”
“Yes, Sir.”
A small smile kicked up one side of his mouth. “I’m not sure I’ve earned the title yet, but I’ll always welcome it from your lips.”
“All right, Mr. Dom, show me what you’ve got.”
“I don’t think you’re ready for being tied up, blindfolded, and spanked yet either. That will take time.”
“You’d be surprised.” She’d asked a few of her former lovers to accommodate her wishes, but none had a clue how to do it in a sexy way.
“Close your eyes and stand still. If Tatum and I think you’re rea
dy, then we will treat you to a few toys and restraints. Fair enough?”
It was more than she could ask for. “Have you ever been to a BDSM club?” She didn’t want to close her eyes until after she witnessed his reaction.
“This is the reason for the request about not talking. But since you have this burning curiosity to know the answer is yes. Many times in fact. And yes, I know how to wield a flogger, a whip, and am quite good with knives. So I advise you to do as I say.”
She was okay with floggers and paddles, but whips and knives? Don’t think so. Knife play would be a hard limit. She closed her eyes and held as still as she could. Tatum remained behind her, continuing to unbutton her blouse. Even though she never thought she’d be here, she’d donned her sexy underwear. Being properly dressed under her clothes always helped boost her sagging spirits.
One by one, Tatum eased the buttons through the loops while Drex popped open her pants and unzipped them.
“Tatum, lift her up so I can take off her sandals.”
Tatum wrapped a tight arm around her waist and picked her off the ground. Drex slipped off her footwear. Then Tatum set her down.
Drex traced a finger along her zipper. “I can’t wait to taste your pussy. All week, I’ve been dreaming about licking you clean, darlin’.”
His words made her juices flow. Tatum slipped her blouse off then unhooked her bra. His lips touched her ear. “Wait until my cock drives into your pussy. You’ll cream harder than you ever have before.”
She inhaled her giggle. “You two sure do like to brag.”
Drex dragged her jeans and panties down to her ankles. “It’s only bragging, darlin’, when it ain’t true.”
She bet the sophisticated businessman never used slang when he was at a business meeting. While in Freedom, it seemed to fit his new persona.
“Mmm.” She didn’t think that constituted talking.
“Lift.”
She did, and then repeated on the other side. Tatum slipped his hands beneath her bra, and the moment he rubbed her nipples, her body soared. She dropped back her head and rested it on his shoulder. She could smell the sugary elephant ear still on his breath, along with a hint of beer as he kissed her cheek.
“Did I ever tell you how much I love your tits?” Tatum asked, pulling each nipple taut.
If he asked a question, she figured she was allowed to talk. “Yes.” She sucked in a breath as the pressure built.
“I have a nice surprise for you.”
She pressed her lips together to keep from speaking. Even if she asked him what it was, he wouldn’t tell her. Her mind wandered to the surprise, but she was abruptly interrupted when Drex dropped to his knees and used his legs to widen her stance. The lick that followed sent tingles up her spine, forcing her intake of breath to come out loud.
“You like that, darlin’?”
Their obvious questions never ceased to amaze her. She nodded. Drex wasn’t the type to tolerate disobedience. As soon as that word crossed her mind, she wondered what it would be liked to be spanked by such a powerful man.
“If you give me a chance, I’ll show you something you’ll really like,” she said. There was no question that she had to open her eyes to watch the fury cross his face.
Okay, it wasn’t fury. It was more like surprise and then indecision. He stood and gave her his best stare down. She worked hard not to laugh. She was brave but not that brave.
“Tatum. You know what to do.”
He walked her backward to the bed. This was not what she expected and a pinch of fear shimmied up her back. He turned around and sat on the bed. A second later, she was bent over his knees. The first two smacks weren’t hard, but they were enough to let her know that if she continued to disobey, they’d get harder.
Decisions, decisions.
Some wicked little person inside her head forced her to goad them. “That all you got, cowboy?”
Drex spread her legs wide. “You wouldn’t be so sassy if I had my flogger. And don’t think floggers only touch asses. Once your sweet little clit gets slapped with a piece of leather, it will not be pleasant.”
She tried to close her legs, but he wouldn’t let her. This was definitely not how she thought things would go.
“The more you fight it, darlin’, the harsher the punishment.” Drex’s tone was as smooth as aged leather, and at that moment she knew he was only trying to scare her into submission—or so she hoped.
For now she’d let him have his way. “I’m sorry.”
“Apology accepted, but I would be a bad Dom if I let this slight go unpunished.” He rubbed her ass gently as if what he was about to do would hurt him more than her.
The next blow came out so hard, tears formed in her eyes, but she refused to whimper or tell him to stop. She wanted to show him she could handle anything he doled out.
“I’m liking how red your ass is getting. That will be perfect for what I have in mind.”
What was that? She gasped. As much as she wanted a cock in her ass, she didn’t think she was ready. This was the first time she’d ever been naked in front of two men, but to disappoint them again would rip her apart.
Tatum massaged her other cheek and her body began to relax. Never did she expect Drex to climb between her legs, pull them farther apart, and then slip his tongue into her wet hole. Somehow the spanking had caused her pussy to leak.
“You taste heavenly, darlin’.”
She wished she could return the favor. Tatum readjusted her body so that her tits hung over his thigh. This gave him plenty of access to twirl her nipples. Sparks were arcing across her whole body.
As if the two men had an agreed-upon signal, they both stopped. Tatum lifted her up and placed her on the bed. “Kneel,” he commanded.
Tatum walked over to the dresser, rooted through it, and pulled out a few things. He brought them over to the side table.
“Close your eyes,” he said.
“Wait,” Drex added. “We can’t trust her. We asked her to close her eyes before, and twice she opened them. We need to blindfold her.”
Her stomach tumbled. It was one thing for her to close her eyes on her own, but to have a cloth over them might be different. “Excuse me, Sir.” She thought if she used the sign of respect, he might answer her question.
“Yes, my pretty little sub.”
“If I don’t like the cloth, can I ask you to take it off?”
He stabbed a hand through his hair. “I should have told you that before. Remember when I said you could tell me at any time if you were uncomfortable to say something?”
“Yes.”
“That’s always true. We embrace the concepts of safe, sane, and consensual. Would you like a safe word? I’m sure your friends have told you about them, right?”
“Yes. Can I just say red?”
He smiled. “Red is perfect. Say yellow if you’re a bit uncomfortable.”
Knowing there was a way to communicate calmed her. “Okay.”
Drex went over to the drawer and pulled out what looked like an ordinary sleep mask. She had one at home and knew that light leaked in from the bottom.
He returned and held it in front of her. “Ready?”
“Yes.”
“Part of the excitement is in not knowing what comes next.” He slipped it over her closed eyes and it wasn’t nearly as scary as she’d anticipated.
Paper tore. “This is the surprise I have for you, angel,” Tatum said. “This will pinch at first, but I promise you, your pussy will thank me.”
Out of instinct, she moved her hands over her crotch. “Yellow, I think.”
Tatum placed a hand on her shoulder. “Talk to me.”
She loved his sincerity. “I’ve seen those clit clamp thingies. I don’t want one of those.”
Tatum rubbed the back of his hand down her cheek. “Drex, I think we should show her our toys first. We don’t want her afraid.” He lifted the mask from her face. What he held in his hand looked like tiny pink clothespins.
“They’re nipple clamps. We both know how much you like to have a little shot of pain there. This will deliver the jolt. We didn’t get the electric ones this time.”
They looked innocuous enough. “Okay.” Actually, she bet she’d love them.
Drex placed a knee on the bed and held out a package that contained a fake cock. “I need to stretch out your pretty ass. At some point in the future—but not tonight—Tatum and I would like to make love with you at the same time.”
“I’d like that, too.” She did understand the need to be stretched out.
He dipped his chin and raised his brows. “Are we good to proceed?”
She loved how they wanted her to be comfortable. “Torment away. But remember turnabout is fair play.”
Drex laughed. “If you even try to touch us, we’ll have you tied up so fast, you won’t know what hit you.”
“I’ll be good.” To show her good faith, she closed her eyes and got ready for something incredibly special.
Drex returned the mask to her face. In the darkness, her nipples puckered in anticipation of what was to come.
Tatum lifted one breast. “It will pinch.”
He placed the plastic on the tip. She’d expected more of a reaction. It was like Tatum’s fingers were touching her, only there was no warmth. As he lifted the second breast, the first one began to throb, lightly at first, then with more regularity. By the time he’d placed the second one on the other tip, a bit of pain was radiating down both breasts. How was it possible for the ache to intensify?
“Easy now. I won’t keep them on for long. Let me adjust them.”
She thought that would help, but when he opened and then closed them, the sharpness took her breath away. She was about to call yellow when the pain dulled, turned to pleasure, then whooshed between her legs.
One of the men slid a finger in her pussy and she clamped down on him.
“Yup. You’re liking the clamps, angel.”
Tatum pressed his chest to her back and slipped two more fingers into her pussy. He finger fucked her so fast, she almost forgot about the clamps. The delicious spasms coursing through her body were building to a climax.
“Oh, oh, yes.”
She hadn’t meant to talk, but the overwhelming lust was swamping her.
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