“Would you like to come for the audience?”
Amy knew that she was supposed to answer, but the faster their rhythm became, the harder it was for her to concentrate. Her ass felt the imaginary mark from Chad’s cane at disobeying an order, but she was thinking maybe it was worth it as their cadence brought her higher and higher to that sweet release.
Smack!
“Oh!”
“I asked a question, my angelic sub. I expect an answer or you’ll be denied what these lovely people would like to see.”
Amy tried to keep the audience in focus, but with Chad and Alec both alternating entering her with their cocks, it became very hard. He’d smacked her ass, and with the way her wrists were bound behind her back, there was nothing she could do. Even if there was, she still would have taken it. The Doms and subs seemed to love the fact that she was having a hard time concentrating on anything other than their cocks. His words sunk in and she struggled to comply.
“I–I’d like to come, Master,” Amy whispered.
“I didn’t quite hear you and neither did our friends.”
“I’d like to come! Please, Master!” Amy shouted. Alec had reached up and grabbed a nipple, extending it beyond the side of his chest. “Please, please, please! May I come, Master? Sir, may I come?”
“Come for us,” Alec whispered, twisting her nipple and keeping it like that as she started to ride the waves. “Let them see you fly, angel.”
Chad slammed into her, causing her clit to rub up against Alec’s coarse hair and giving it enough friction that it seemed to explode in appreciation. This orgasm was unlike any other she’d ever experienced. Normally, her body would start to gradually come down off its high, but the fullness that her body was experiencing seemed to deepen the precipice into which she was falling. It was as if she had been given wings.
Chad and Alec suddenly held her still as they, too, reached their release. She felt their shafts expand, shooting their cum inside their condoms. Her vision cleared enough so that she could see Doms and subs alike smiling, nodding, and showing their appreciation for such a successful scene. She, herself, felt gratitude that Chad and Alec had given her what she always needed.
Amy felt Chad move behind her and was about to protest when she saw that he was only grabbing some type of remote control. Instead of a window curtain, a black panel descended to conceal the people still observing them. Chad was giving them privacy. She snuggled deeper into Alec’s chest, not able to wrap her arms around him, but capable of feeling his body heat.
“Let’s release your wrists and then we can give you the aftercare you need, angel,” Chad said softly, as she felt his fingers disengage her wrists. She didn’t have any energy left, so her arms fell to the side. She felt Alec chuckle underneath her, while his hands reached up and started to massage her biceps. “I’ll be right back.”
Amy wasn’t sure how long Chad was gone or where he went to, but soon he was crawling back on the bed and pulling her off of Alec and into the middle of the bed. Alec kissed her forehead and slipped off of the mattress, while Chad brought her back against his chest. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew they were disposing of the condoms and cleaning themselves off. Before she could doze off, Alec returned with a warm washcloth. Chad reached down and spread her thighs.
“Let’s get you cleaned up. How are you feeling?”
“Mmmm, like I flew to heaven and back.”
Amy felt Chad’s chest rumble as he laughed. She didn’t have the energy to open her eyes while Alec ran the warm wet cloth through her crevice and her pussy. It felt good to have them take care of her.
“Lift your head and take a sip,” Alec said. She felt a bottle being pressed to her lips and did as he requested. Once her thirst was quenched, she laid herself back down against Chad. She felt Alec join them and immediately was surrounded by their heat. “How do your arms feel?”
“Like jelly?”
“Hmmm, I’d like to lick some jelly off of your ass,” Chad replied, brushing the hair off of her neck and pressing his warm lips against her skin. “Maybe Alec can paint you with some purple jam and I can clean it off of you.”
“It’s too sticky,” Alec responded, rubbing his hands up and down her right arm. “But I’m sure I can think of something that’ll work that’s edible.”
They spoke of ideas for future scenes as Amy lay languid between them. She finally opened her eyes, seeing that the lights had been dimmed. Warm air brushed over her skin from the vent above and she smiled slightly at the knowledge that they had made sure she would be comfortable.
“What’s that smile for?”
Amy should have known that they would be watching her, assuring themselves that she was relaxed. She’d truly thought she’d be fantasizing her whole life about trading places with the submissives at the club, but now she was living her dream and being envied by others. Chad and Alec gave her what she needed, but were they really aware of the depth of her feelings?
“I love you both.”
Those four words seemed to take their breath away and her smile grew bigger. It was rare that she was able to surprise them. She waited patiently for them to say something, secure in the knowledge that they loved her back. Amy didn’t need them to say the words, as their actions spoke more volumes than any words could. She snuggled deeper in between them.
“You know, you were Chad’s angel from the first moment he set eyes on you,” Alec whispered. “But he mentioned something to me when you were posing for on the podium yesterday and he was right.”
“Aren’t I always?”
Amy felt the mattress shift and knew that Alec had reached over her and punched Chad. She smiled, knowing they would always carry pieces of the boys they were. Ruby had done a superb job and hoped that one day, when they had children of their own, that Ruby would impart her wisdom.
“What did Chad say?” Amy asked, her eyes droopy. She wondered how long they had the room, but then decided not to worry about it. Chad and Alec would assure that they had it as long as she needed it.
“That you were my angel. I think you were sent for both of us,” Alec murmured, settling back in beside her. “I love you, too. And it’s important for you to know that when I paint you, for the first time, I’m not trying to change you into something you’re not. I’m only trying to bring out the brightness I see within you to share with others.”
Amy felt her chest tighten and knew that it had taken a lot of courage for Alec to expose himself that way. She felt a small tear escape and roll down her cheek. It landed on Chad’s arm and when he tightened his hold on her, she knew that he was aware of how much Alec’s words meant to her.
“We love you, angel. You’ve made us whole.”
Epilogue
“Kennedy won’t go for it.”
Lashe nodded his head, knowing that James was right. As the black partition closed off the scene before them, both men turned away and started to walk back toward their table. Patricia Lawton was devious enough to take the information that he had planted in her fiery intelligent brain and run with it, but getting Kennedy on board with their plan probably wasn’t going to happen.
“I’m glad,” Sander responded, walking up to them with his black duffle bag in hand. “I don’t know why you think she has a submissive bone in her body. Trish is only out for her next story, nothing more. Hell, we own the fucking publishing company that runs her newspaper. She is under contract and we control what she can get into print—plain and simple. That solves our problem, it solves the Order’s problem, and it sure as hell gets her out of our hair.”
“And what if I told you that I can’t do that?” Lashe asked, knowing he had to convince Sander that she was the submissive they’d been looking for. “And it’s too late anyway. I just need to figure out a way to convince Kennedy.”
“You don’t want to do that,” James advised, picking up his suit jacket and shoving his arms through the holes. “Even suggesting that is foolish.”
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sp; “Kennedy doesn’t seem to have an issue with Owen and Landon taking over her friend’s father’s company, and rumor has it that Lisa even went to Kennedy for help.”
“Being on the board of the Order, you should know better than to listen to rumors.”
“Back up a second,” Sander said, stopping Lashe from walking toward the exit. “What do you mean it’s too late?”
“I suggested that if she were going to do a story on the lifestyle, she should check out Safeword LLC.”
“Why the fuck would you do that?” Sander shifted the bag within his grip and then started forward, calling over his shoulder, “I’m telling you now, Trish isn’t submissive and you’re getting in over your head playing with fire. Someone’s going to get hurt.”
“Is Kennedy in the office on Monday?”
“When isn’t she in the office?” James asked wryly, following Sander’s route. “Good luck with that, though. Kennedy takes her business seriously and isn’t about to allow an imp like Patricia Lawton to finagle her way into the lifestyle just for a story. I’ll give you a call on what I find out regarding her little investigation on the Order.”
“Thanks,” Lashe murmured, watching James leave.
He stood there for a few moments more, before slowly making his way out the door to where his brother was assuredly waiting. He took his phone out of his pocket, turning it on once he hit the entryway where Lucy was speaking with another sub. Scrolling through his contacts, he found the one he wanted and quickly shot off a text. Lashe smiled, knowing that Kennedy wouldn’t be able to resist his challenge. Rubbing his hands together, he couldn’t wait until arrangements could be made.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Epilogue
About the Author
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