Masters of My Desire

by Jenna Jacobs

  “You have two choices, little one. You can either get out of bed and walk your sexy ass to the bathroom, or you can lay there and soil the sheets. I don’t care which you decide but listen and listen well. I’m not leaving you alone. So you make the choice. What’s it going to be? ”

  My face burned in embarrassment. His tone was reminiscent of my father, God rest his soul, when he caught me trying to shave the family cat when I was six. Maybe I was acting like a petulant child, but he was not going to see me naked again. My body contained way too many imperfections for me to strut around nude before an audience. Even an audience of one. If I didn’t work fifty hours a week, I’d spend more time at the gym and have a tight body. But I would never in a million years lay there and urinate on the sheets—I’d have to be on my death-bed before I would succumb to that.

  I jerked my head and issued a seething glare. “Fine!”

  Flicking my wrist, I ripped the sheet from my body, swung my legs over the bed and stood up. At that exact moment, Dylan stepped into the room, his eyes wide with surprise. I yelped. Consumed with embarrassment, I slapped one arm across my breasts while my hand dipped to cover my pussy.

  “No need to be shy, kitten. We’ve seen every gorgeous inch.” Dylan smiled, his enticing dimple claiming my attention before the room began to spin and my vision blackened. My knees felt like Jello-O and I tried to take a step as I blinked through the inky veil that was closing in fast.

  “Shit!” Nick cursed. Before I could get my bearings, both men had me locked between their muscular bodies. I stood helpless, sandwiched between what felt like, two marble statues. Hormones zinged and pinged and it was the most divine moment of my entire life.

  “Back to bed,” Nick barked.

  “I’m fine,” I argued, shaking off the rush of lust. “I just stood up too fast.”

  “You’re a stubborn little kitten, aren’t you?” Dylan growled.

  “No, I just need to go pee.”

  Their combined heat enveloped me and an arc of fire burned deep in my womb. Proportionately huge erections pressed and warmed my mound and ass. I closed my eyes, trying in vain to shove the image of tandem cock worshiping from my mind.

  They led me to the bathroom and after convincing them I was capable of taking care of my business without their help; they left me alone and closed the door. I envisioned them standing on the other side, hovering like a couple of mother hens. While I didn’t know why, they seemed bent on coddling me. Funny thing was, I thoroughly enjoyed it—all except for the part of being nude—which hadn’t seemed to turn them off. They’d continued to flirt with me… at least I thought it was flirting. I couldn’t be sure. A part of me wondered if they were simply trying to put me at ease after my hellacious day. Without a lot of exposure in dealing with the opposite sex, I wasn’t completely sure what they were up to. The only way to find out was to ask, and I certainly wasn’t about to do that.

  As I washed my hands, I noticed my toiletries had been neatly aligned on a glass shelf, inside an alcove by the sink. They’d unpacked for me, too? Oh my god. Where’s my vibrator? Embarrassment consumed me and I could only hope that they’d left my suitcases alone. I brushed my teeth and started to brush my hair when a tiny tap came from the other side of the door.

  “You okay in there?” Dylan called out to me.

  “Yes, mother, I’m fine.” I sighed and rolled my eyes.

  Gooseflesh peppered my arms at the sound of his sardonic chuckle. “Just so you know, princess, we’re both wearing belts and we found some cotton rope, not to mention a whole drawer full of wooden spoons and spatulas in the kitchen.”

  “Are you implying that you’d try to tie me up and spank me?” I asked as I wrapped a fluffy white towel around me.

  “Oh yeah,” Dylan replied in a sexy drawl from beyond the portal.

  I opened the door to find him wearing a dangerous smile, dangling my silk robe on the tip of his finger.

  “Is that your idea of a threat?” I asked as I plucked the garment from him.

  “No, kitten. That’s a promise.” He said with a wink.

  I flashed a patronizing smile, then closed the door in his face.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Emerging from the bathroom, with my robe cinched firm around my waist, I felt more in control until Dylan slid his arm around me. His touch was tender, as if cradling a delicate porcelain doll. A shiver stormed down my spine. Nick reappeared at the doorway carrying a mug of hot tea and ordered me back to bed.

  Their overindulgence was near claustrophobic, but I sipped my tea beneath their watchful gaze, thankful for the TLC they extended.

  “We’re going to go relax in the other room so you can rest,” Dylan announced as they both stood and turned for the door.

  I felt a little guilty for the wave of relief that washed over me.

  “Hey guys?” I called out. “I just want to say thank you both for… everything.”

  Their matching broad smiles warmed my heart.

  “We’ll let you shower us with appreciation later.” Dylan winked with a devilish grin then closed the door behind him.

  My heart drummed in my chest. Surely he wasn’t talking about showering them sexually, was he?

  Oh, you wish.

  “Right,” I whispered aloud. They were far too suave and urbane for a plainJane like me. They had swag, and lots of it. I had GPS coordinates and typographical maps.

  But they don’t know that about you, and they’ll never find out, unless you tell them.

  Me, me engage in a meaningless fling? “Honestly.” I mumbled aloud. “More like…turn tail and run.”

  And why was I thinking such ludicrous thoughts in the first place? They weren’t interested in having sex with me. This was all some grandiose game they got off on playing. They had no intention of following through with their sexual innuendos, did they? Doubts volleyed through my brain like a tennis ball at Wimbledon. And trying to find an answer to any of them was next impossible, not to mention pointless.

  Restless, I was no longer tired but bored, vegging out in bed. I made my way to the window and pulled back the curtains. The snow was coming down in a violent rage and the ground was covered in a thick, white virgin blanket.

  Disheartened that Mellie wasn’t with me, I was relieved she was safe in Oklahoma. Still, I had no idea what to do without her. I sat on the end of the bed and watched the snow pile up.

  Lost in my daydreams, I jerked in alarm when a wide palm clasped my shoulder.

  “Sorry, kitten. I didn’t mean to scare you.” The smile on Dylan’s face was warm and reassuring. His hand trailed up and down my arm with a compassionate caress. There was nothing sexual in his touch, yet my body responded as if he’d meant it as foreplay and I tingled with the underlying surge of power infused with his fingers.

  “No need to be sorry, I didn’t hear you come in,” I replied with a slight smile. The spicy scent of fish and herbs filled the room and my stomach growled.

  Dylan stared down at me. His reassuring mien ebbed and a somber expression lined his face. “Damn, Savannah. You’re so fucking beautiful.” Absorbed in his cerulean eyes, I wanted to drown in them for hours. “Come on, kitten. Dinner is ready.”

  I cleared my throat and longing erupted inside. “I can’t believe you guys know how to cook.”

  Dylan wrapped his hand around my elbow as he led me toward the door. “What a treat we have in store for you this week. You may not know it, but you have the pleasure of being snowed in with two of the world’s most amazing chefs.”

  I laughed. “So that means we’re having soup and sandwiches for dinner?” I teased.

  He clutched his heart and a mock expression of pain distorted his handsome face. “Your lack of faith in us wounds me deeply, kitten.”

  “Oh so you two pulled out all the stops, huh? You’ve prepared soup and grilled cheese then, right?” I mocked with a cheeky grin.

  Dylan escorted me to a large dining table. As I glanced over the freestanding isl
and centered in the kitchen, Nick looked up. He flashed a heart-stopping smile then focused his attention back to a large steaming pot on the stove. The combination of the delicious aromas and his dazzling smile made my mouth water.

  “No, smart ass, something better than grilled cheese and soup. You just wait and taste what we’ve created for your dining pleasure, kitten.” Dylan pulled out a chair for me. “Sit. Your dinner will be served in a moment.”

  My brows drew together in confusion as I settled in the chair then looked up at him. “But I thought…”

  “You thought what?”

  “Never mind.” I bit my lips together.

  I didn’t want to bring up the subject of Dominance and submission with them. Serving was a submissive’s job. Dom’s weren’t supposed to wait on a submissive, at least not in any of the info I’d read. There was something fundamentally wrong with the whole picture.

  “If you have something to say, speak up. We’re damn good at a lot of things, kitten, but mind reading isn’t one of our strong suits.” Dylan smirked.

  “I don’t doubt that for a second what you two are good at.” The innuendo rolled right off my tongue. I wasn’t sure who was more surprised, me or Dylan. The look on his face was pure intrigue. I wanted to die. “I mean… I don’t doubt that you guys are good cooks. It smells delicious.”

  Dylan leaned in close to my ear. His warm breath wafted over my neck and drew a shiver up my spine. “For some reason, you have it in your head that we won’t make you pay for your little white lies. Let me tell you something, kitten…you couldn’t be more wrong.”

  He’s playing with you. He’s not serious. The voice in my head screamed it in an effort to calm my galloping heart. But it didn’t work. My palms were sweaty and my throat was dry. I didn’t respond, because I didn’t know what to say. Instead of stumbling out a reply, I leaned forward and began to fill the empty glass next to my plate with wine.

  Dylan reached out, wrapping his wide hand over mine, ceasing the flow of the deep, red liquid, then forced the bottle back to the table.

  “What do you think you’re doing, kitten? You can’t drink alcohol. You might need another pain pill after dinner.”

  “No wine,” Nick bellowed as he made his way to the table, carrying plates laden with food.

  “I can have one glass. Besides, I’m done with the pills. I feel fine,” I protested as Nick set a steaming plate before me. “Ohmigod, this looks amazing. You really can cook.”

  “Brat,” Dylan chuckled.

  I continued to press for wine with my meal, refusing to beg but rather cajole. They grumbled in disapproval but relented and allowed me one glass. Dictating my every want felt awkward and uncomfortable, but after one bite of the herb-crusted white fish, my focus centered on the amazing meal.

  We ate and talked in a relaxed, casual way. I learned more about them and felt more at ease by the time dinner was done. Dylan had a quick wit and spouted funny one-liners. He reminded me of a sexy game show host. Nick was the more serious and pragmatic of the two but then I remembered the conversation he’d had with his friend George. I couldn’t help but think his divorce was the reason for his more subdued mien. Between the two, I could relate more toward Nick’s quiet and reserved demeanor. But I found it refreshing the way Dylan made me laugh so easily.

  They wouldn’t allow me help clean up the kitchen; instead they positioned a large leather couch in front of the fireplace and instructed me to relax. I stared into the dancing flames, wrapped in a soft cotton blanket. My belly was full and for the first time all day, I felt at peace. It wasn’t long before they sat down beside me, and once again I found myself nestled between their rugged bodies. Dylan handed me a mug of hot chocolate and I sipped the rich, frothy sweetness as our conversation flowed.

  Nick reached his hand back to gently massage my neck as we talked about our lives. Dylan feathered his fingers along my arm and I found myself calming even more beneath their blissful touch.

  They’d been best friends since first grade and each claimed the other as a brother. Nick owned a construction company in Chicago. His smile told me he was very proud of the work he did. Dylan had been a sniper in the Marines and served three tours in Iraq. After being honorably discharged, he joined on with Nick as his foreman.

  I explained my job as an archeological activist, which after learning about Nick’s company filled me with anxiety. I’d lost count of the number of construction company owners I’d pissed off over the years, having slapped injunctions on their dig when something of historic importance was discovered at the site. Nick was sympathetic when I explained most of the artifacts unearthed were Native American in origin.

  It had been difficult to tell them about losing my parents at sixteen. I’d never told anyone other than Myron, my boss, how they’d died on an icy Ozark road. Witnesses said my dad had been driving cautiously but hit a patch of black ice at the top of a steep hill. The car slid down a steep embankment and flipped numerous times. They died instantly. It was a freak ice storm they’d encountered on their way home from closing up our cabin for the winter. Mellie was away at college but transferred schools and moved back home, where she raised me until I graduated high school.

  I hadn’t realized I was crying until both men leaned over, pressed their lips to my cheeks, and sipped away my tears.

  An arc of electricity zipped through my veins then centered beneath my clit, scaring the living shit out me.

  “Is there any more wine?” I blurted. My body stiffened even as their fingers continued to caress and soothe.

  “Not for you, little one. We want you clearheaded when we discuss our next topic.”

  I wiped my cheeks, swallowed tightly then glanced up at Nick. He was wearing his bad-ass Dom face. A powerful tremor shook my entire body.

  “Are you cold, kitten?” Dylan asked.

  “No, just scared,” I confessed without thinking. “Isn’t it getting late? Maybe I should go to bed. We can always talk tomorrow.”

  “It’s barely ten o’clock, little one. Surely you can manage to stay awake a bit longer. Hrrrmm?” Nick cajoled with an arch of his brows.

  “Okay,” I whispered.

  “Good girl.” Dylan smiled.

  Why did they have to keep saying that? Each time the phrase rolled off their tongues, it was like being punched in the stomach and suffocating in a blast of sexual heat, all at the same time.

  “No more evading the question, pet,” Nick prefaced with a warning. “What have you experienced in the lifestyle?”

  “Nothing,” I said in a shy voice. Dropping my gaze, I clasped my hands together to keep them from trembling.

  “How do you know about it?” Nick pressed. His calm carefree timbre never altered, nor did the sublime pressure of his skillful fingers on the back of my neck.

  “I’ve read books about it and looked it up on the internet.”

  “What intrigues you about the lifestyle?” Dylan asked, sidling closer, both hands caressing my non-injured shoulder and my forearm.

  While their questions drove my anxiety level through the roof, I’d never felt so safe and protected since my parents were alive. It was as if the ground beneath me had crumbled, but for some unknown reason, I knew in my heart that they’d never let me fall. Maybe it was time to put on my big girl panties and be honest about the desires I’d spent so long hiding.

  “Everything,” I whispered on a shaky breath. “I’m always in control and I dream about letting it all go.”

  Nick fingers stilled before he palmed my nape. With firm but gentle pressure, he guided me until I faced him. Placing his palm along my jaw, he spread his fingers along the side of my neck in a silent declaration of possession.

  Without a word, he leaned in and claimed my lips in a warm, passionate kiss. My head swam and my body ignited as his sensual lips melded against mine. A moan splintered the silence…my moan. Controlled by some unknown force, I slid my hand up his sculpted arm, and threading my fingers through his long, bla
ck mane, I savored the contrast of his thick, chiseled body and his soft, silky hair. His gentle force intensified, demanding more. Growing bolder, I matched his passion, giving back every sizzling emotion, reveling in the growl of approval that vibrated over our conjoined lips.

  “Fuck, yes,” Dylan whispered in encouragement.

  Nick’s mouth curled into a smile atop mine and I attempted to pull back, but he held tight and kept me captive. The smile disappeared as his tongue traced the seam of my lips, coaxing them open in gentle persuasion. I parted them in timid consent. Without hesitation, his tongue delved deep. His fingers tightened upon my nape as he explored every crease and crevice with a slow languid glide.

  Dylan slithered his hand down my arm, massaging his fingers over my stomach and legs, kneading and squeezing with a palliative touch. Engulfed in a thick haze of surrender, I relinquished control. Enveloped in serenity, the heady sensation felt like a powerful drug, one I could become addicted to, if not already. One demanding kiss had drawn out my submission and had me sailing higher than the clouds.

  Nick eased back and my eyes fluttered open. He held me prisoner with his decadent gaze.

  “Thank you for being honest, little one. It means a great deal to us.”

  “Uh-huh,” I moaned on a quivering sigh as lava-like fire pumped through my veins.

  “I need a taste, too,” Dylan announced, in a raspy voice teemed with demand.

  Nick’s hands slid away and Dylan took over, as if they’d rendered this exchange a hundred times before. He didn’t say a word, he didn’t have to; his hungry expression spoke volumes.

  Dylan’s soft lips pressed against mine. There was no gentle coax as his tongue claimed my mouth. I could taste his urgency. I clutched his shoulder and wrapped my fist in his shirt, anchored to him for the wild ride.

  “That’s it, little one. Let him explore your sinful mouth,” Nick growled against my ear. His lips left a trail of fiery kisses along the sensitive column of my neck before stopping to nip at my thundering pulse point.