“Then you shall be rewarded,” Ross replied. “We will show everyone what a good little sub you are turning out to be. You are a fast learner, Becca. I hope we can continue at this rate, since we have plans on the weekend to attend a function at a friend’s house.”
Was this friend in the Order, as they referred to it? Becca never had found out exactly what it was, and wondered who would be there and how she was to act. She was sure they would tell her, and as they closed in on both of her sides, Becca let all of her thoughts dwindle away as she awaited their touch. She knew it wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge.
Instead of touching her clit as Becca craved, Lane slid his fingers through her drenched slit and brought his moist fingers up to her mouth. Did he expect her to taste herself? Her mouth involuntarily opened, regardless of the denials her mind was shouting out. Becca’s body knew what it wanted.
As Lane’s index and middle finger landed on her tongue, Becca closed her lips around his large knuckle. Sucking, she was amazed by the flavor that coated her taste buds. She’d never tasted herself before. Her cream had a tangy zest to it, completely different from that of a man. A man’s cum contained a musky essence to it, mixed with a salty aftertaste. Lane waited for her to clean his fingers, only pulling them out of her mouth when he was satisfied.
“Do you taste good, Becca?”
“Yes, Sir.” Becca flushed, which still amazed her. How did they stir up such emotion in her, yet make her still feel innocent?
“I think I deserve a taste, don’t you?” Lane asked, dragging his fingers over her opening for another scoop of her cream. Becca watched as he swiped them over his tongue. He closed his eyes and moaned his appreciation. Damn, that was hot. “Delicious, little sub.”
“Do not move from position,” Ross ordered, reaching around her for one of the clamps.
Becca wasn’t quite sure why he would say that when it was going to be a relief to have the nipple clamps removed. Lane had replaced his hand on her pussy, finally sliding over her clit. He moved his hand in a circular motion, but before Lane completed a full circle, Becca felt her heartbeat pulsate in her ears as sharp prickles through her clit indicated the beginning of her orgasm. Her reward was happening and Becca had never felt so grateful.
Ross, at that moment, suddenly removed the clip off the first nipple. The slow rise of her orgasm suddenly became a crashing wave. Becca had to lock her knees to keep herself from falling. Lane hadn’t let up the pressure or movement of her clit, carrying her to new heights. She wanted to beg him to stop and let her catch her breath, but she had no voice. Becca tightened her fingers behind her head, hoping the blackness that was closing in on her peripheral vision stopped before it sealed over her eyes.
“Isn’t she beautiful when she comes?”
Becca heard the words, but the blood was rushing past her eardrums and creating such a loud sound that she wasn’t sure who said it. She felt the other nipple clamp being held, and in a way welcomed the impending pain. As Becca had hoped, the burn associated with the removal of the clamp cleared her head for a second and then took her right back to riding another wave. Lane eventually slowed his movements, gradually bringing Becca down from the ultimate high. Becca said the only thing that came to mind.
“Thank you, Sirs.”
Chapter Ten
Becca laughed when Ross flipped a pancake and it landed on the stove. Lane just rolled his eyes. Grady had taken Saturday morning off, per Lane’s instructions, so that the three of them could enjoy some time alone before she was to retire to her room to prepare for this evening—the attendance of her first function.
“You’re a goof,” Becca said, relishing in their lighthearted mood.
“You should see him in the office when he gets bored,” Lane said, flipping a page of the paper. “He endlessly torments our analysts until someone gives up and plays Nerf basketball with him.”
Ross started to tell stories about Lane’s practical jokes on their employees, but Becca couldn’t see it. Lane? As the older brother by one minute, according to Ross, he appeared too serious about his work to do anything other than what was required of him.
The week had passed by in the blink of an eye. Each of them had rotated days off, spending their time getting to know her as well as vice versa. She found out little things, such as that their favorite colors were on total opposite ends of the spectrum. Ross loved the color red, whereas Lane loved green. They were both close to their parents, although Robert and Denise Ellison had retired to Florida a few years prior. Lane preferred classical music, while Ross liked to blare rock ‘n’ roll throughout the apartment when his brother wasn’t there. There were two things they had in common, though, and that was rocky road ice cream and BDSM.
The evenings were devoted to them learning her body, and Becca was well aware that they now knew every reaction her body could produce. They were able to generate mini orgasms as well as prolong them until she begged for relief—when they permitted her to speak. Lane and Ross spent endless hours searching for every erogenous zone they could find. Much to her disappointment, there was no oral sex or intercourse, for that matter. Monday couldn’t come soon enough, and although Becca was nervous and apprehensive about meeting new people, she knew the evening wouldn’t hold anything new. She sighed. Two more days.
“Have you thought to how you’re going to spend your days next week?” Ross asked, placing slightly burnt pancakes on the tray. They’d decided to confiscate Grady’s kitchen for their breakfast, and Becca was feeling bad at the mess Ross had left. She’d be sure to clean it up before Grady’s return. “We both have to be at the office the first half of the week.”
“Well, I suppose I’ll start searching for a job,” Becca said, taking a bite of bacon. She chewed the small piece and swallowed before continuing. “Two months goes by quick and I need to make sure I’m employed when—I mean if, sorry—this doesn’t work out.”
“Let’s take things one day at a time, shall we?” Lane said, folding up the newspaper and placing it on the table. Did that mean he wasn’t sure about her yet? Becca shifted in her seat. Apparently neither of them was wearing his heart on his sleeve. Ross had mentioned that first night that they were looking for someone permanent in their lives. Becca knew a week wasn’t that long, but she also knew that she was slowly losing her heart to them. What if they didn’t feel the same? “Has James called you today?”
“Uh, no, not yet.” Becca had suddenly lost her appetite and placed the uneaten strip of bacon back on her plate. She wiped her hands on the napkin to give her something to do. “He has been checking in every day. I’ve been telling him things are great. Is that okay?”
Becca could have kicked herself. That came across as insecure, which was the last thing she wanted them to think. She wasn’t going to have them feel pity for her if they decided she wasn’t the perfect sub for them.
“As long as you tell the truth, Becca,” Ross replied, leaning against the other side of the island. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, which was very distracting, but Becca managed to look into his eyes. He seemed to have missed the underlying tension with her mishap of words and Lane’s reply. “By the way, you’ll be getting a delivery sometime this afternoon. It’s your outfit for tonight’s excursion.”
Becca nodded and smiled, but her heart wasn’t in it. Had she done something to make Lane feel as if she wasn’t the one for them? She shot a quick glance over at Lane, who was concentrating on his breakfast. She’d hoped to get a read off of him, but it was impossible. Becca felt a small pang of anger, wishing that he’d be honest with her in regards to his feelings. If he thought this wasn’t going to work out, she’d rather him tell her now instead of waiting until the end of her contract. Her anger spurred her on, and Becca promised herself that if he had doubts now, he wouldn’t after this evening. She’d be the best damn sub at this function and prove to him that she had what it took to be a part of their lives.
* * * *
Ross finished
securing the bow tie at his neck and stepped back from his mirror. They’d retired to their rooms an hour ago, making sure that Becca had plenty of time to prepare herself for this evening. He briefly wondered what she thought of the dress they’d provided her, but his immediate thoughts went to his brother. Ross hadn’t let on in any way, but he definitely felt the underlying tension in Lane throughout the day. He wanted it gone before they started their evening.
Shutting off the light in his dressing room, Ross made his way through his bedchamber and across the hallway to Lane’s suite. Not bothering to knock, Ross twisted the knob and opened his door. Stepping inside, he closed it behind him. Lane was just coming out of his adjoining lavatory, headed for his dressing room.
“Ready?”
“Not quite,” Ross replied, leaning up against the door. He crossed his arms so that Lane knew he meant business. “What was up with you today?”
“Nothing.”
“Bullshit. You and I both know that Becca has a streak of insecurity a mile wide. It’s our job, as her Dominants, to ensure that she feels safe with us. She needs to trust us—that’s paramount.”
“I’m well aware of that, Ross. I don’t need you to remind me.”
“Then what the hell is your problem? This week couldn’t have gone better if, well, we did plan it, but that’s beside the point. Becca’s exactly what we want, in a woman and a sub. Are you getting cold feet in regards to sharing her?”
“No,” Lane said, shaking his head. He, too, was going to wear a tuxedo. His brother sat down on the edge of his bed, leaning his elbows against his knees. Ross noticed Lane’s right hand was flexing as if he had his favorite stress ball from the office. “I know this is going to sound crazy, but it’s going too well.”
“Too well?”
“Yes, too well.” Lane contracted and expanded his hand some more. “Either Kennedy is that damn good at her job, or we fucking suck at finding women. Think about it, Ross. We decided two years ago that we were done playing around with subs from the clubs and started looking for someone that we can share. There was something wrong with every one of them, whether it was a physical, emotional, or mental disconnection. And then Kennedy gets wind that we still haven’t found the one and within two weeks, she brings us Becca.”
“For once in your life, Lane, could you just get with the program?” Ross pushed away from the door and took the few steps toward the middle of the room. “I really don’t want to lose her because you feel something’s too easy for a change.”
“Has there ever been a time in our lives where something was easy?” Lane finally stopped flexing his hand and looked up at Ross. “I’m having trouble adjusting to our business finally running smoothly, the Order about to ask us to serve on the executive committee, and us finding a woman who is our perfect submissive.”
“Not to burst your bubble, bro, but we still have an important meeting regarding additional assets under management next week, the Order hasn’t asked us anything as of yet, because they are waiting to see how our two-month trial goes with Becca, and as for her being ours—you better get your head out of your ass and help me make sure she remains ours.”
“Trust you to put everything in perspective,” Lane said, giving a light laugh. He finally stood and headed to his dressing room, calling back over his shoulder, “I’m still the older brother.”
“Whatever,” Ross replied, turning on his heels. He couldn’t wait to see what Becca looked like in the dress they picked out. Better yet, he couldn’t wait to see her face when they inserted her new toy. They had two more days before they could fuck her. There was no better time than the present to get her ready for the two of them. “I still think Mom got us mixed up. You keep acting the way you are, and I’ll start diving into our old birth records to prove it. Now get your ass moving. I can guarantee our little sub is getting impatient.”
Chapter Eleven
Becca walked into the foyer of a very elegant and extremely wealthy residence located thirty miles outside of the city in Lake Forest. A circular staircase, located to the left of the foyer and traveling the entire circumference of the reception hall, was something Becca had only ever seen in pictures. The marble floor was an immaculate white travertine and all Becca kept thinking was how the tranquil stone contrasted with the anxiety she felt. She gave a nervous laugh. Becca was positive this place required a massive staff, which would have more in common with her than any of the guests here tonight. What made Lane and Ross think that she’d blend in at a function like this? She was more than likely going to embarrass them. She would use the wrong fork or some other horrible social misstep. Who was she going to fool? Ross and Lane were in for a rude awakening.
“Remember, you are not to speak or look any other Dominant in the eye, unless directed to do so by your Masters,” Lane murmured, his voice stern but low in her ear. “Follow our lead during dinner and you will be fine. This is a gathering of the Order, friends and acquaintances of ours, so there will be many subs in attendance. Before the evening concludes, you will be permitted to mingle with the other submissives. Your one and only focus right now will be to perform as you have been trained.”
Lane’s hand on her lower back reminded Becca of what she was wearing, pulling her thoughts back to before when they were driven here by a driver that Lane and Ross used from a town car service when needed. They had greeted the driver by name, but Becca couldn’t remember what it was, because she’d been too busy trying to climb into the vehicle without anyone noticing that something was wrong. Becca was wearing a medium-size butt plug with a remote controlled vibrator that they thought would match perfect with the dress she was wearing. She knew the size, because they had shared that piece of information with her. They didn’t want a smaller one to slide out at an inappropriate time. Lane had mentioned another reason to Ross, which he had said too low for her to hear. Becca wasn’t sure she agreed or disagreed with their reasoning, as her emotions were waging a war with each other. It felt a lot bigger than medium-size and it had created a burning sensation back there.
“Here come our hosts,” Ross said, as he flanked her other side.
As Becca waited to be introduced to the two men who were walking their way, her mind couldn’t help but drift back to when she had entered the living room to the sight of two gorgeous men standing in tuxedos. Becca had been well aware of their eyes taking in every inch of her skin as she turned around as directed. They’d ordered her a sophisticated black dress that appeared conservative in the front with a scoop neck, stopping short at midthigh. It was adorned with long sleeves that hugged her arms, only to flair with black lace around her wrists. The striking focal point turned out to be the back of—or lack of—the dress. The material at her back draped down below her spine, showing the first three inches of her ass crack. Her crevice could feel the air travel down her ass as she walked. She was surprised to feel sexy, beautiful, and worthy.
As if Becca wasn’t already self-conscious about how low the material settled against her butt cheeks, though, Ross had ordered her to bend over at the waist. She didn’t hesitate and immediately placed her hands on her calves and pulled. Thinking he wanted to ensure she wasn’t wearing any panties, Becca was startled when he and Lane started to describe what they’d bought for her.
Becca hadn’t lied when she told Ms. Van Camp that she’d never had anal sex. She had never played in that area, so having Lane’s hands on her cheeks to assist Ross in inserting a butt plug was beyond anything she could wrap her mind around. She felt vulnerable, yet yearned to know what she’d been missing. That was, until Ross started to guide a stainless steel plug into her anus. The shocking feel of the cool metal tip had Becca biting her lip to keep from screaming out the word yellow.
“Harrison, Grant—thank you for hosting this evening,” Lane said, bringing Becca’s attention to the present. He was shaking hands with them, hopefully in order so that Becca knew who was who. She kept her eyes downcast as directed, but was surprised when Ross g
reeted them as well with no introduction to her whatsoever. Was she to be invisible? Becca wasn’t sure how she felt about that. “These quarterly social functions are working out rather well, a distinct disparity from our regular activities.”
“Yes, they are,” Harrison replied.
Becca could feel their eyes on her. Was Harrison aware that she had a shiny metal butt plug inserted in her anus? A small contraction clenched the hard toy at the first vibration, spurring her body into an aroused state. It was very hard to concentrate on anything else as her whole body felt flush. The feeling of Ross sliding the plug into her had been unlike anything she’d ever experienced. At first, it felt like a cold metal ball was parting her sphincter. But within seconds, a stinging sensation had taken over and it felt as if it were splitting her in two as her muscle snapped around the initial girth. Lane had released one cheek in order to brush his fingers over her clit, causing her to tilt her hips back. It was an involuntary reaction, but one that worked in their favor, because Ross drove the plug into her at that moment. The burn never did go away, although it was tolerable. It definitely caused Becca to realize how empty her pussy felt. Trying her best to push aside the stimulating feelings being produced, Becca focused on her peripheral vision.
Becca could see that Harrison and Grant were handsome men, although they couldn’t compare to Lane and Ross. Harrison was tall with blond hair, whereas Grant’s brown hair contained a natural wave that seemed to have a mind of its own. He was also a bit shorter, although he still towered over her height. “Grant was just saying that the bi-yearly executive committee meetings weren’t nearly enough to conduct the business matters needed in order to ensure that new applicants were considered.”
“So this is your permanent sub,” Grant said, taking a step closer. “May I?”
“We are still in our two-month trial period,” Lane responded, his fingers caressing the skin of her lower back. Was it in warning or his way of reassuring her? Becca still didn’t like that she couldn’t get a firm reading on him. “Harrison and Grant Muskoff, please meet Rebecca Schuler.”
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