by Marla Monroe
He looked over her head at his brother and caught him watching her just as closely as he had been doing. He had a feeling that capturing her would take a world of patience. Watching her struggle to look them in the eyes at the shop the other day said a lot about her. Not only was she a natural submissive, she’d had training. Someone had spent a lot of time with her. Neither he nor Jackson was strict when it came to high protocol, but they appreciated the beauty of a natural submissive. He couldn’t wait to earn her trust.
Jackson leaned over and whispered something in her ear. Marx wasn’t sure what he’d said, but her face blossomed into a pretty shade of pink before she managed to regain control.
“What did Jackson say to you, kitten?”
She shook her head but didn’t turn to look at him. He placed a hand on her knee and gently squeezed it. Leaning over, he asked her again.
“Tell me what he said to turn your face so pink.” He made it a demand this time.
She hesitated but leaned closer and whispered back to him. “He said that if he had his way I would be floating naked, with the two of you holding me up, while you licked my nipples.”
“Does that thought turn you on, Kelly?” he asked, watching her face.
“Don’t lie to us.” Jackson had leaned in as well.
“Just because that sounds erotic doesn’t mean it’s a good idea.” She still refused to look either one of them in the face.
Marx couldn’t stand it. He reached over and turned her chin so that he could look her in the eyes. She refused to meet his at first, but when he growled at her, she looked up. He couldn’t get enough of seeing the needy look that dominated her beautiful eyes. He wanted to give her whatever she desired to meet those needs. Normally he was the one who could hold out when they were drawing out the pleasure for a sub, but right then, Marx was almost certain that he would have trouble denying her anything, even if it meant making it so much better later.
“I happen to think it is a very good idea where you’re concerned. The thought of exploring your body has me hard as a steel pipe, kitten. I want to lay you out on a table and lick every tiny inch of your skin.”
Her sharp intake of breath was all that indicated she’d heard him. He didn’t have to glance at his brother to know that Jackson was grinning. If she had been stretched out for their pleasure, both of them would be laving her body with their tongues, painting their way from her dainty toes to the tip of her rounded nose.
He adjusted his cock as it pressed insistently against the heavy cloth of his bathing suit. He didn’t try to hide his actions. He wanted Kelly to know what her nearness did to him.
He wasn’t expecting her to suddenly scoot back from the side of the pool and use his and Jackson’s heads to push up on so she could stand up. He grunted and turned to watch her as she hurried away. Jackson frowned at him.
“What happened?”
“I don’t know. I think she’s trying to get away.”
They jumped up and followed her as she made her way between the tables to the back door of the house. Marx wasn’t sure what they would do when they caught her, but that thought flew off when Steve stopped them.
“Leave her alone, guys. You’re overwhelming her.”
Jackson turned around and frowned at their friend. Marx was sure he was scowling. He didn’t want to let her get away. He wasn’t finished with her.
“She doesn’t belong to you, so why are you stopping us?”
“Because she works for me, so she’s sort of under my protection. Give her some room.”
“What do you know that you’re not telling us?” Jackson demanded.
“Whatever it is, I’m still not telling you. Lighten up and let her enjoy herself. Don’t make me ask you to leave.”
Jackson’s mouth dropped open at that. Marx could only stare at the man. He was actually threatening to kick them out if they didn’t leave Kelly alone. He couldn’t believe it.
“Fine. We’ll give her some room—for now.” Jackson turned and stomped over to the pool and dove in.
Marx just glared at Steve until the other man shrugged and walked off. He didn’t get the feeling that Steve was warning them off of her for good. If he had, Marx would have wondered if either he or Ben had their eyes on her. It wasn’t unknown for a Dom to take more than one sub on at a time. Once again he wondered where Stacey was and what was going on with that relationship. He grinned to himself. He would see what he could find out about that situation and give Steve something else to concentrate on besides his and Jackson’s attention to Kelly.
* * * *
Kelly locked herself inside the bathroom feeling like a coward. If she had sat there between them one more minute she was afraid she would have attacked them. She couldn’t let them know how much their naughty words had turned her on. If they knew they could tempt her just by whispering dirty words in her ears, there would be no way she would ever be able to resist them.
After splashing water on her face to cool it off some, she smoothed back her hair and rejoined the party at the pool. This time she made sure she was sitting in a spot that wouldn’t allow the two men room to crowd her.
“Wish you had a suit, Kelly. We could sure use another female out here to keep the men on their toes.” Anna grinned as she tossed the ball across the net they had strung up to play pool volleyball.
“I’m not sure I would have been of much use.”
“Ha! The more scantily clad women in the pool the less attention they pay to the game.” Dixie grinned and lunged for the ball as it crossed the net in her direction.
She watched them play for another thirty minutes before they took down the net and everyone climbed out of the pool to dry off. She watched from the side of her eyes as Marx and Jackson dried off, muscles flexing as they ran the towels over their arms and legs. The sight of all that male flesh soon had her body heating right up again. She cursed under her breath and turned her head to keep them out of sight.
“Hard not to look, isn’t it.” Dixie grinned and plopped down on a chair next to her.
“I’m only human, but it doesn’t mean I’m interested in anything other than ogling them.”
“I’m not going to say anything. Much.” She giggled. “In case you’re wondering, they don’t have a regular sub waiting at home for them. They play the field at the club.”
“I wasn’t asking.”
“Sure you were. Your eyes seem to have a lot of questions. Like what would it be like to be caught between all that hunky male flesh.”
“I guess you’re going to tell me.” Kelly couldn’t keep the bite out of her words.
“Hell, yeah, I’m going to tell you. It’s better than heaven. They know how to treat a woman and don’t skimp on the orgasms. You’re denying yourself the best time of your life, honey. I sure as hell wouldn’t pass them up if they asked a second time.”
“So they’re man whores? Are you telling me they’ve had every woman in town at least once?”
“I didn’t say anything like that. Just because I’ve been with them doesn’t mean everyone has. Whether you believe it or not, I am picky.”
“I’m sorry, Dixie. I didn’t mean to imply that you weren’t. I’m just tired, but that’s no excuse for taking it out on you.” Kelly hated knowing that Dixie had been between the two men at one point.
She was ashamed of herself though for being rude to the other woman. Dixie had been nothing but nice to her. The fact remained that she didn’t think it was a good idea to allow them to seduce her into their bed, even if it was for only one night.
“Do they not keep a sub for very long?” Kelly couldn’t figure out why she was asking questions when she wasn’t interested.
Dixie gave her a knowing look. “The longest one I know about lasted six months. They haven’t had a permanent submissive with them in nearly a year now.”
Kelly clamped her mouth closed so she wouldn’t ask any more questions. She had no intentions of becoming involved with the Callahan brothers.
Dixie took the hint and didn’t say anything more about them either. She changed the subject to talk about the upcoming school year. She was a teacher at the local school.
As the sun started to sink further west, the party started breaking up and everyone headed toward their cars. Kelly had to wait for the majority of people to leave before she would be able to back out of the drive. She chatted with Steve and Ben as the crowd left, acutely aware that the Callahans hadn’t been among the ones to already leave. She could feel their eyes on her even as she fought to ignore the heat building inside of her.
“You might as well go get in your car, Kelly. Marx and Jackson aren’t going to leave until they get a chance to talk to you,” Steve finally told her.
“If she doesn’t want to talk to them, she doesn’t have to. I’ll go tell them to leave.” Ben’s gruff voice reminded her a little bit of Marx.
“No. It’s okay. I can handle them.”
“We’ve no doubt you can, but you shouldn’t have to if you don’t want to.” Ben glared at his brother before turning an equally ugly expression toward the two men standing by her truck.
Kelly sighed and said her good-nights before heading toward her car. When she got there, the two men smiled down at her as if she had done something amazing in their eyes. That small bit of approval from them warmed her all over. She had hoped pleasing someone wouldn’t affect her that way any longer. That it did reminded her that she was in dangerous waters.
“We wanted to tell you good night, kitten.” Jackson reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from her cheek.
“Well, good night.” She tried to ease past Jackson to open the car door.
Marx trapped her against the door before she made it past. He caged her in with an arm on either side and slowly bent down over her. She couldn’t miss the heat sizzling in his eyes as they drew closer to her.
“I’ve been waiting to kiss you all day. I’m not going to miss out now.”
When his lips brushed hers, sparks of awareness blossomed along her skin. She could feel her pussy juices leaking to soak her panties. He nibbled her bottom lip, then his tongue plunged in as soon as she opened her mouth to him. He cupped her face between his hands as he licked and lapped at her mouth.
Kelly’s hands wrapped around his wrists. Whether it was to pull him away from her or to hold on, she wasn’t sure. Everywhere they touched ignited new sparks that jumped and flew along her body.
Marx pulled back only to be replaced by Jackson and an entirely different sensation as he sipped from her lips before filling her with his kiss. He plunged his tongue in and out of her mouth in a mocking parody of what could only be described as sex, raw and desperate. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her tightly against his body until she had no doubt as to the condition of his cock.
Her arms snaked around his neck as Marx slipped between her back and the car. His hands eased beneath her blouse to smooth along bare skin. Rough calluses brushed across her belly, sending tingles all the way to her toes. When Jackson ground his hard dick against her belly, it pressed her tighter into Marx, and the long length of his cock moved along the crack of her ass.
“I can smell your sweet pussy, Kelly. You want us just as much as we want you,” Marx whispered into her ear as she moaned into Jackson’s mouth. “Let us take care of you.”
Kelly whimpered but pulled back from Jackson’s mouth. Her body was betraying her. She couldn’t allow them to seduce her resolve out from under her. She wasn’t going to get involved with one dominant male, much less two.
“No. I’ve got to go.” She looked down, afraid if she stared into Jackson’s face he would be able to tell that she was lying to herself.
Jackson dropped his forehead to hers and let out a slow breath. “You can’t pretend there’s nothing between us, Kelly. Your body responds to us even if your head is trying to deny it. We would never hurt you, kitten. You can trust us.”
She shook her head and dropped her arms to her sides. All she could do now was to wait for the two men to move away from her. She didn’t have the strength to push them away. No doubt they knew this, but they slowly moved away from her. Marx opened her car door before he walked away.
Kelly climbed into the car and jabbed the key into the ignition before grabbing the seat belt and fastening it. Then Jackson closed the door for her and headed for where his brother stood by their truck waiting. When she looked up before backing out of the drive, it was to see Steve and Ben watching from the house. No doubt they had seen the kiss and her shameful reaction to it. She hoped Steve wouldn’t mention it at work the next day. She really didn’t want to talk about the situation with her boss.
As long as she had remained aloof with the men who had come on to her at the shop, Steve hadn’t said anything, but she was afraid that he would push to know more about her after her obvious interactions with Marx and Jackson. Telling him it wouldn’t happen again probably wouldn’t cut it with him because he would know that she wouldn’t be able to hold out against them for long.
Kelly briefly considered moving away, but that was impossible since she didn’t have enough money saved to cover the cost of starting over again. Plus, she liked it there in Perkins City. She liked her job. It didn’t seem fair that she should have to start over again.
The drive back to her apartment didn’t take long. She hurried inside as soon as she unlocked the door, securing the locks once again. The apartment wasn’t in the best area of town, but it was all she could afford at the time. She planned to locate a nicer, safer place once she had enough in savings again.
Though she had managed to finish most of her house chores before going to the party, Kelly still needed to finish up some laundry and decide what to wear to work the next day. It didn’t take her thoughts long to return to the amazing kisses Jackson and Marx had given her. Her entire body grew warm once again as the memory tore through her. Panties, already wet with her juices, grew damper.
She cursed and hurried to the bathroom to remove the offending piece of material. Her reflection in the mirror caught her attention, and she stopped to stare at the wide-eyed woman looking back at her. How had she let this happen to her? Hadn’t she learned anything from the past few years? She could not be a submissive again.
All it had taken was their kiss to turn back months of work toward maintaining a tight hold over those tendencies. She’d been proud of how strong she had grown. Now where was she?
Kelly climbed into the shower and turned on the water. The brief spray of cold hit her square in the face. She hoped it would knock some sense into her. She told herself that was the reason her nipples were hard and her breasts achy, not because of a wild need that had taken hold of her body as a direct result of their kisses. There was no way she would let them destroy everything she had fought for.
Despite that resolve to remain strong, Kelly’s fingers danced over her nipples, teasing them with the barest hint of nails before pinching them and pulling on them. One hand slid down her chest and abdomen to gently message her mound. She was already so turned-on that it wouldn’t take much for her to come. She dipped a finger between her pussy lips and ran it along the slit before circling her clit. A wild tingling emerged across her breasts and within her cunt. She needed release.
She continued to play with her nipples with one hand, moving back and forth between them while teasing her engorged clit with a finger from her other hand. It didn’t take long for her hips to start moving in a dance as natural as the ages. Finally she gave in and thrust two fingers deep within her pussy while pressing on her clit with her thumb. Heat burned across her body while a roaring noise drowned out the shower. She had her eyes squeezed shut so tightly that when she slowly opened them once again, all she could see were dancing lights.
Everything slowly returned to normal as she leaned back against the tile in the shower stall. She caught her breath and began washing as if nothing had happened. She refused to dwell on it. There was nothing wrong with masturbating. The fact
that it was the first time she’d actually managed to climax since leaving her previous master gave her hope that she was indeed regaining parts of herself that she had worried would never return. What she didn’t dwell on was that it had been a direct result of kisses from two new Doms, two men she had no intentions of allowing into her life. But did she have the strength to enforce that plan?
Chapter Four
Wednesday was Kelly’s day off, and she had decided it was time for her to do some much-needed clothes shopping. She had arrived in town with only six outfits to her name and needed to update her wardrobe for the upcoming fall and winter months. Even though the temperature remained in the nineties, the stores were already showing off their fall colors. She had every intention of adding a few outfits to her selection as well as replacing her meager supply of lingerie.
The first store she stopped in looked entirely too expensive for her, but she wanted to explore anyway. It wouldn’t hurt to look. Steve had sprung an unexpected job on her for Saturday night where she would need to dress up a little. He hadn’t told her where it would be, but they were going to be displaying some of his custom leather and chainmail for some out-of-town guests. She needed to look nice, and the present collection of jeans and blouses wouldn’t cut it.
She stepped inside the trendy boutique and glanced around to see where to start. To her surprise, Stacey walked up to help her.
“I didn’t know you worked here.”
The other woman smiled and nodded. “Yeah. I love it. Jillian Sandlewood owns the store and has been a wonderful person to work for.”
“I’ve missed seeing you around. Are you doing okay?”
The other woman paled slightly, but her smile brightened. “I’m fine. Things have been busy here getting the fall lines out on display. How are you doing?”