by Eileen Green
His lips moved down to capture hers. They moved against hers gently, lovingly. When he pulled back slightly, she saw the love in his eyes and her breath caught in her throat.
Both men had displayed their desire for her, and wanting to share her and protect her, but this was the first time, she had seen evidence of their love. She knew the day of the shooting that she was in love with them although they had only met a few days prior.
The urge to blurt out the words was overwhelming, but this wasn’t the time. One, she wanted both men with her when she declared her love, and two, she would rather wait until they said it first.
She slid her left hand around JC’s neck, combing her hands through the longer hair there. His hair had always been the best part of him, besides his music.
“May I ask a question?” she asked softly, afraid of what his answer would be.
“Of course, darlin’,” he answered. His usual smile always did melt her a little bit. “You can always ask anything of me or Brock at any time. We are open books for you.”
“Okay.” She breathed in deeply. “We’re going to Brock’s studio to basically hide out. Does he have a house somewhere? And why aren’t we going to your house? Do you not want me there?”
JC looked surprised and then perplexed with her questions. Reaching out, he helped Skye sit up on the couch and he moved her legs to each side of him. He rose to his knees so he was nearly face to face with her.
Her took her hands in his, kissing each one before he spoke. “Baby girl, you are more than welcome at my home. The only reason we are not going there, is because Brock has 24/7 security at the studio. We were going there because of the reporters, but now, you need added protection since Billy tried to shoot you. It’s for your protection. When everything settles down, we can go to my house. I promise.
“As for Brock not having a house, it’s because he has a good set up at the studio and never had a need for one. When you decide you want to be with us always, we’ll move into my house, or, we can buy another that you like, if you wish.”
A smile broke out on her face as he spoke, but then she had an inkling he might be thinking she was doubting them. “Thank you. I just wanted to know. I wasn’t thinking that you might be…”
JC rested a finger against her lips. “Shhh. You don’t have to explain. This is all new to all of us, and to have this trauma added to our getting to know each other, I don’t blame you. But, I didn’t think that of what you said. Paparazzi come to my house all the time trying to get a glimpse of me. I just don’t want you to have to go through that.”
“You both have been so thoughtful. You just keep adding to that dream.”
“You’re fully awake, baby girl. You have two sexy men at your disposal, and we are going to do everything we can to protect you and make you happy. Now,” he said as he moved to sit next to her. “I want you to rest. I know you’re tired because those painkillers should be getting ready to kick in. Just turn and lay your feet across my lap.”
Skye had never felt so cherished before. They really did want to take care of her. JC seemed to know how long it would take for her and Brock to react to their meds. He also knew when they needed to take them. He took care of both her and Brock, and she loved him for it.
Shifting as he suggested, she laid her head on the pillow at the end of the couch and moved her legs across his lap. He removed her shoes and rubbed her feet. As he massaged her, the pain meds did indeed take effect and she began to float. She let herself drift off to sleep, knowing that JC would be there to take care of her when she needed it.
Chapter Sixteen
It was about mid-afternoon when they first arrived at the studio, Skye stood on the sidewalk, gazing up at the decades old brick building from under the baseball cap she wore to hide her face.
It looked like an old office building that had seen better days. Six floors high, it sported faded red bricks, and looked like any other building, except it housed an adult video empire.
Brock had assured her that the inside had been retrofitted and renovated. There were separate rooms, specialty floors, and two basement levels used for the basic specialties, such as jail and dungeon scenes. The fifth floor housed an ancient Roman themed space, while the sixth floor was Brock’s personal kingdom. The roof housed a garden, a pool, and a magnificent view of the city, on one of those rare clear days in L.A.
Skye felt intrigued and excited to see where Brock called home and where he worked. Both men had built up her arousal of things they would do to her within the walls of the building. Unfortunately, some of those situations would have to wait until she and Brock had recuperated enough. However, they assured her there were plenty of things they could do to her even though she sported a cast.
Brock had led them up the steps to the main doorway. They walked into a lobby that looked like it could belong in any other office building in the world. Brown carpet intertwined with gold ran wall to wall, while cream-colored couches and chairs sat in a corner indicating a waiting area. A large oak desk ran along one wall where a blonde woman sat. Her hair was shaved along the sides and the back, while the hair on the top half of her head was about five or six inches long and was combed off to the side.
Down at the far end of the desk sat a security guard. He was probably about forty-five, maybe fifty years old. He had chiseled features, almost as if he could be in the movies. His dark hair was peppered with gray, giving him a very sophisticated air.
When the trio walked closer to the desk, the guard stood and came around the side.
“Brock, it’s good to have you back home,” the man said, extending his right hand. “I’ve put on added security as you requested. I assume this is the young lady we are going to be keeping safe?”
“Tripp Canton, this is Skye Daniels. Skye, Tripp here is the head of my security team. He’s been with me for about fifteen years. I trust him with my life, and yours. Tripp has been informed of the seriousness of your situation and he knows about our relationship.”
Skye stepped forward, shaking the man’s hand with her left one, but she could feel the unease radiating off Brock and JC. They could feel jealous all they like. She was brought up with manners and she wasn’t going to stop having them just because of their machismo.
“It’s nice to meet you, Tripp. I’m sure we’ll be seeing more of each other.” Skye was nice, but not overly to the man. He seemed shocked that she had spoken to him.
“Likewise, Ms. Daniels,” he said as he smiled at her.
“Please, it’s Skye.” She could have sworn she heard a growl after she finished correcting Tripp.
“Meet me down here in an hour, Tripp. We’ll go over your plans to keep our woman safe then. I want to get her settled in.” Brock said. Tripp nodded at him before he went back to his seat. Brock led Skye over to the woman behind the desk sat. “Skye, this is Missy. She’s our receptionist Monday through Friday. On the weekends, we don’t have one, and anyone checking in will do so with the guard on duty at that time.”
Missy nodded at Skye as the latter smiled at her and said, “It’s nice to meet you, Missy. Do you enjoy working here?”
Missy glanced at Brock before she answered. “Nice to meet you too, Skye. I do enjoy working here. I meet such interesting people.”
Skye had a terrible urge to say she probably did, but she kept it to herself. She didn’t want to insult Brock’s work.
Brock led Skye over to the elevator and pressed the up button. JC followed behind them, carrying Skye’s two bags. Inside the car, Brock punched in a code and they made their way up. Arriving on the sixth floor, the doors opened and they walked out into a stylish modern living room.
It reminded Skye of a loft in New York. Open ductwork ran along the tall ceilings in areas while large tinted windows ran along all three visible walls that were visible, nearly floor to ceiling. Each window contained panels; the upper ones opened like the old school room windows did, with a hook that pulled the upper part of the window open for th
e bottom part was on a hinge. The windows were separated from each other by a column of bricks, about three feet wide.
A large seating area faced a good many of the windows. Three black leather couches formed a u-shape. The clean-cut cushions sat amongst the chrome frames. A square glass and chrome coffee table sat in the middle of the setup. Four matching chairs sat along the wall under the windows. End tables matching the coffee table sat at each end of the couches and in between the chairs. This provided plenty of seating during a get-together, which Brock must entertain a lot of people by the looks of the amount of furniture.
To the left was another area, raised from the polished cement floor by about two feet. The fifty-square foot floor was a shiny mahogany. A pool, poker, and foosball table were set up around the area, while a couple of skee ball games and five arcade games lined up along one wall. Tall tables with bar chairs sat in several places accompanied by a bookcase with board games and books lining the shelves. Again, a good setup for a crowd.
To the right of the main seating area and the elevator, was the kitchen. It looked state of the art to Skye from where she stood. Gleaming stainless-steel appliances sat amongst the deep cherry wood cabinets and white marble countertops. Skye was certain that Brock probably had every modern gadget known to man in the kitchen. A large island separated the kitchen and dining area.
In the dining area sat a large blacktopped table with chrome legs that sat at least twelve people. It matched the couches in the seating area. Black cabinetry blocked one window and on its shelves, were dishes and glassware.
“I have a lady that comes in to clean once a week and a gentleman that comes in to cook every evening when I’m here and he cleans up any messes that might still be lying around at the end of the day,” Brock said as he led Skye towards the kitchen. “I usually cook my own breakfast and throw whatever together for lunch. “You’re welcome to do whatever you want in the kitchen. My assistant takes my grocery list and gets my groceries once a week, but if you need her, she can get them more often, and don’t hesitate to order whatever you want.”
“Um…” Skye began, uncertain how far this relationship was going to go even though they said it was long term.
Brock’s left eyebrow lifted. “Yes?”
“After it’s okay for me to go back out in public, can I do the grocery shopping?” she asked quietly. She didn’t want to step on any toes by putting someone out of a job.
“Of course, you can, sweetheart. I just wanted you to know that you’ll have help, because I thought you’d still want to work.” The nod of JC’s head along with Brock’s exclamation made her feel better.
Skye shrugged. “I can’t work when my job’s in New York. I’ll probably have to find a job out here somewhere.”
Brock smiled as he pulled her to him. He gathered her in his arms. “It’ll all work out, little one. Now, let’s look at the rest of the place.”
Releasing her, he took her hand and led her around the elevator to the left and down a hall. This part of the floor had been walled off. He showed her a large office where he said he worked out of most of the time.
A large media room was styled in the fashion of an old movie theater, except for the seating. The chairs were roomy and reclined. Each one, upholstered in rich burgundy velvet, had a built-in cup holder that lit up. There were four chairs on each side of the aisle with four rows of seats, on risers like at a theater. Burgundy velvet panels hung along the walls, mixed with an occasional black panel. Gold sconces hung on the walls for lighting, and on the front wall was a ginormous TV screen. Along the back wall was a snack bar filled with candies, a popcorn machine, and a soda fountain.
Further down the hall were two guest bedrooms, one on each side of the hall, complete with their own bathrooms. At the end of the hall was the master bedroom. It was decorated like a king’s room. The large four-poster bed was on a platform with a red and black comforter and matching pillows piled on it. A fireplace had been built into a wall to the left of the bed and several chairs sat in front of it. Pictures on the wall were tasteful Renaissance area nudes.
Brock showed her the master bathroom, complete with a jetted tub, a large shower that could probably hold about five or six people, and a sauna. The walk-in closet was bigger than her living room and kitchen in New York. Built in cabinetry would hold all three of their clothes, which was why she didn’t see any dressers in the bedroom.
The bathroom and the closet were on either side of another hallway and, at the end of that hall was a door. Brock seemed nervous about opening the door. When Skye noticed his behavior, she turned to see the apprehensive look on JC’s face as well.
What is behind there?
“Just open the door, Brock. I don’t think you can surprise me anymore. I read up about your work, remember?” She tried to be casual about it, as butterflies danced in her stomach.
Watching Brock turn the knob, Skye took a deep breath. He pushed the door open and then flipped a switch to the left of the door. The room lit up revealing a sex dungeon. It didn’t look as intimidating as the ones she had seen online, but that was probably because all the lights were on.
Stepping forward, past Brock, she entered Brock’s personal playroom. The equipment that had been setup was impressive, to say the least. Shiny wood emphasized the Saint Andrews cross, the spanking bench, and other furniture around the room. Hooks had been installed on the furniture in strategically placed spots, and cuffs hung on some of them.
A large bed had been placed in one corner of the room, black sheets adorning it. The bed frame was made of steel posts with more hooks on it.
The walls were painted to look like large stones in the dungeons of a castle. Brock moved around her to one entire wall and pulled open doors that had been hidden by the paint. That wall hid cabinets and from what Skye could see contained whips, floggers, vibrators, butt plugs, and so much more paraphernalia that she would have to inspect further sometime soon.
Brock closed the doors as JC took her hand and led her back to the bedroom. Brock came up behind her.
JC cupped her chin and brought her face up so he could look at her. “Just remember, baby girl. This is all based on safe, sane, and consensual sex. If you offer yourself to us, we will show you how enjoyable this lifestyle is, but should you do something that displeases us, you will be punished.”
Without hesitation, Skye smiled and nodded. “I understand. I want this to work out between us, and I want to learn.”
“Good. Because tonight,” Brock began as he laid a kiss on the side of her neck. “You’ll be back to wearing a butt plug. By the time we’re ready to play, you’ll be stretched out enough to take one of our cocks in your ass. Would you like that, little one?”
His breath tickled her ear, but his words sent her pussy into spasms, and her breasts to become heavy. Her nipples beaded within her bra as her breath hitched. She felt her panties moisten as she did most times either one of the men spoke in a sexy tone. She was beginning to think she would become a sex addict for she wanted them so badly all the time.
Later that night, after they settled in and had dinner that Brock’s cook had created, JC helped bathe Skye. With her arm wrapped in plastic, he reverently washed her body with her favorite silky vanilla scented liquid soap, making sure every inch of her was lathered up before he rinsed her off. He washed her hair, which she was certain she could get used to.
Once all soap was rinsed off her and he washed himself, he took a nice fluffy towel and dried her off. He squeezed the water out of her hair as Brock had done the day of the shooting and then combed her hair out.
He led her out into the bedroom, her body flushed from the hot water. She was getting used to being naked in front of them, although now, she knew they had something planned for her tonight.
Both men seemed quite anxious all through dinner and kept exchanging knowing smiles. The tension in the air had been overwhelming but had Skye squirming with her arousal.
As JC led her across the r
oom to the bed, Skye watched Brock. He laid on the bed, his head towards the bottom end, leaning on his elbow, his head propped up on his hand.
He was gloriously naked, his hardened cock jutting out from his groin. It seemed to throb with his heartbeat, beckoning some attention.
Moving up the two steps, JC helped her climb onto the bed. Kneeling there, she looked at Brock, a hunger aching in her pussy.
The man reached out and stroked her thigh. “Lay in the middle, little one. We want to see your cunt…rather, our cunt.”
Her brows flew up to her hairline at his words. They were quite blunt with their dirty talk and she found it was so fucking sexy and turned her on so much that heat coursed through her body.
Doing as she was instructed, she moved up as sexy as she could and then laid down where she was instructed. She knew from their first couple of times together, she needed to spread her legs. Both men watched her as she moved them, her right foot resting against Brock’s chest.
Brock skimmed his hand up and down the calf of her leg as JC stepped back into the bathroom. Skye could hear plastic being ripped apart and then water running. She was becoming addicted to her men running their hands over her body. Thankfully, JC had shaved her legs the night before.
“Your skin is so soft. I love it,” Brock murmured. “But there is one place that I want to feel bare naked. Will you let us have your pussy waxed?”
Skye had heard women at work talking about getting waxed, but she never tried it. She always thought it would be too painful. Besides, why spend money to have it done when she didn’t have a man in her life.
Unsure, she answered quietly and with a shrug, “If you want.”
Brock’s hand stilled. “It’s totally up to you, sweetheart. But I think you would like it.” He returned to rubbing her leg. “It’ll be all smooth, sexy, and we’ll be able to see all of it.”
Thinking about Brock’s words and wanting to please them, she nodded. “Okay.”
“You’ll love it and never want to go back,” he said with a grin.