Masters of My Desire

by Jenna Jacobs

  For the first time in my life, I felt truly alive. My body hummed as they set blaze to yearnings that I’d kept locked away. Desire to unleash every single hunger clawed and screamed to be set free.

  Dylan skimmed a broad palm over my throbbing nipples. He swallowed my muffled whimpers as his hand stilled, gently cupping one breast. His tongue swirled with mine before dragging me into his mouth, granting permission to explore as he had done to me. With a tentative flick of my tongue, I perused his mouth in an awkward probe, grateful when he assumed control and suckled me deep inside, once again.

  With a slow torturous glide, Nick slid his lips up the side of my throat then nipped the fleshy lobe of my ear. My swollen clit throbbed in time with my pounding heart. The little bud, desperate for relief, longed for their skillful fingers to delve between my cream-soaked folds and rub its misery away. The necessity to come filled my soul and I thrust my hips with a wanton roll. Desperate for release, I heard my pitiful whimpers filling the air, and I cried out in frustration when Dylan released my lips.

  “Shhhh, kitten. Everything is okay, calm down. We’re not going to push you. Let’s just sit here and talk.” Dylan soothed.

  Talk? Was he on crack? I didn’t want to talk. I wanted to fuck! Fuck long and hard for hours on end. Feel them driving their glorious hard cocks into me until I lost count of orgasms…lost consciousness. They’d inadvertently unlocked Pandora’s Box and dammit, she was primed...and far beyond ready to unleash herself upon their licentious shafts.

  “Talk?” I whimpered, panting like a porn star. My head swiveled back and forth as they exchanged a look of disbelief.

  “How long has it been since you’ve…been with someone?” Dylan asked.

  Oh hell. Swallowing tightly, I tried to steady my breathing. No way in hell could I confess I hadn’t had sex in over four years. They’d fall out laughing and think I was frigid or lousy in bed, which I probably was. I had no idea if I was a good lover or not. I suspected I was pretty lousy, since neither guy from college wanted a repeat performance. But how did one know if they truly sucked in the sack? It’s not like I’d handed out score cards at the end of the deed. Christ, I didn’t want to think about my lack of sex, much less discuss it.

  Nick cleared his throat. When I turned to look at him, he pinned me with an impatient stare. “You’re stalling, little one. Stop processing or trying to candy coat it. We know it’s been…awhile. We simply want to know how long.”

  “How do you know it’s been awhile?” I snapped with indignation. “I could have had sex last week. It’s not stamped on my forehead like the expiration date on a carton of milk, for crying out loud.”

  “I have no doubt you could have. You’re a beautiful, alluring, and extremely erotic woman. But you didn’t.” Nick smiled, seeming pleased with his ability to read me like a goddamn book. “You’re making me repeat myself, little one. Just so you’re aware, I’m keeping track. Now answer me. How long has it been?”

  There it was again, that commanding, demanding, Dom voice that made me turn into a gelatinous pile of marshmallow fluff. Damn him! I shot a glance at Dylan. He was the jovial one...the more patient and tender of the two, at least that’s what I’d witnessed so far. No doubt he possessed a dominant aura, but it wasn’t nearly as chokingly palpable as Nick’s.

  Dylan studied me for a moment and then chuckled. “Oh, kitten. The games you’re trying to play will never work. It’s best you know that up front. You can’t play us one against the other. That’s never going to happen.” The amusement left his face. “Now answer the question,” he demanded in the same stern voice I’d grown accustomed from hearing from Nick.

  I didn’t want to see the look of pity or disbelief on their faces, so I lowered my head and sighed. “Four years.”

  “How many times have you had sex?” Dylan asked in a gentle coax.

  I closed my eyes as all my grandiose dreams of pretending to be a free and wild spirit swirled down the drain like a flushed turd. And with them went my hopeful Dom/sub ménage fantasies. Dylan and Nick would soon discover that I was nothing more than an inexperienced geek, not a thing like the women they were likely accustomed to. Gorgeous men like them didn’t fantasize about having sex with “nerd-girl.” And there was no amount of smoke I could blow up my own ass—no matter how alive they made me feel—that could convince me otherwise.

  I took a deep breath. “Look guys, it’s late and I’ve had a horrific day. Whatever this is…it isn’t going to work. So let’s just call it a night and save ourselves from any more awkward conversations. I’ll hang out in my room until Mellie gets here. Maybe I’ll come out from time to time…we can play cards, or watch TV, hell…I’ll even let you give me cooking lessons. But let’s stop wasting each other’s time playing pointless games, okay?” Without waiting for them to respond, I started to stand.

  Before I could lift my butt off the couch, Nick leapt to his feet. He turned and faced me. Anger blazed in his eyes. He thrust out his arm and extended his hand. A rolling wave of fear and indecision gripped me by the throat.

  “If you’re ready for bed, we will escort you to your room,” His voice was low and bathed in warmth but his eyes still held a powerful edge of fury. Dylan stood as well, and looked down at me. His expression was unreadable, but his gorgeous blue eyes had dulled, gone lifeless. Their matching chagrin filled me with dread.

  Maybe I’d seen too many horror movies, but the savage expressions etched in their faces ensured taking a shower ranked last on my list. They’d blown the intimidation factor clear off the charts. Still, I refused to sit there and cower. I squared my shoulders, lifted my chin, and stood without the aid of either man.

  “I’m quite capable,” I replied in a frosty, detached tone.

  Nick wrapped his hands around my waist, shifting my robe, and exposing more of my breasts than I felt comfortable revealing. I couldn’t erase the fact that they’d both seen me naked, yet the power of his commanding hold stripped me far beneath my surface flesh. I felt sliced open and far too vulnerable.

  “We’ve no doubt you’re quite capable of…a lot, little one. But the one thing you consistently show us, the one attribute you have down to a science, is slapping up walls and closing yourself off. Our questions weren’t meant to make you run and hide. They were intended for quite the opposite, in fact.”

  Dylan’s fingers feathered through my hair before he tucked a long strand behind my ear.

  “We wanted to know if you’d like us to teach you about submission, kitten. We were just about to extend the offer until you slammed the door and locked us out. Which makes us wonder if you were being honest with us in the first place.”

  I opened my mouth to speak but Nick shook his head, silencing me.

  “We can’t take you on the journey until we know what makes you tick. The only way we can do that is through communication. If you’ve investigated the lifestyle, you should know that by now. Wasn’t the topic of communication covered in any of the books or articles you read?”

  It had been. Almost everywhere. The need for open, honest communication had been driven home like a nail hammered into wood. The cornerstones of a good BDSM relationship were honesty, trust, and communication.

  I hadn’t been honest with them for fear they’d reject me. I didn’t trust them because I didn’t know them, at least not well not enough to let them see the real me. And I hadn’t communicated anything beneath surface level, aside from the loss of my parents…again, because of my fears.

  “You wanted to train me?” I gasped, unable to hide my astonishment.

  “No, little one, we want to train you, but only if it’s something you desire. Is it?” Nick eagerly asked, his face no longer reflecting a hint of its previous fury.

  My head bobbed on its own accord before my brain could begin to process why their offer was probably a bad idea.

  “Good girl. The first thing you’ll have to do is knock down your walls and let us in. Can you do that for us, kitten?” Dylan tra
ced his fingertips up my arm. Gooseflesh pricked my flesh.

  “I don’t know. I’m scared. I think I want to try, but I already know I’ll probably screw it up. There’s so much I still don’t know.”

  “We don’t expect perfection, little one, just the willingness to learn and to grow and not keep anything hidden. And I do mean anything…not your joys, sorrows or fears. Do you understand?”

  “I have a lot of fears,” I confessed in a small voice.

  “We know that. But we’re patient. We will help you work through them,” Dylan reassured.

  “But I don’t know that much about you two.”

  My excuses were fears, rising to the surface. Try as I might, I couldn’t stop them from rolling off my tongue.

  “Which means you’re taking a risk. That makes it doubly difficult, no doubt.” Nick nodded. “We want to earn your trust and we’ll do all we can to put your mind at ease. We’ll never hurt you, Savannah. Never take advantage of the power you give us. On that, you have our word.”

  “But a minute ago, you were so angry, I didn’t know what you were going to do to me. You guys scared me.”

  “It wasn’t anger, little one, it was frustration. You open and close yourself like a revolving door. We keep trying to find ways to stop the damn thing, but we can’t. Not without your help.” Nick issued a consoling smile. “We can’t force your submission. We can only take what you’re willing to give us, girl. I think you already know that.”

  I couldn’t help but smile. His analogy was dead on. I could see so very clearly how confusing my behavior had been. “Yes, I do.”

  “Come on, kitten,” Dylan smiled and extended his hand. “Let’s get you tucked into bed. We’ll start your training in the morning.”

  Butterflies dipped and swirled in my stomach as I placed my fingers in Dylan’s broad, calloused palm. He helped me to my feet then slid his arm around my waist, holding me tight to his rugged body. Nick closed the safety doors of the fireplace and turned off the lights, then draped his arm over my shoulders. The room glowed in the dancing firelight, much like the simmering lust inside my core. I knew sleep wasn’t going to come easy, not until my fingers relieved the blistering orgasm bubbling inside me.

  They stood at the side of my bed expectantly. Nick leaned down and untied the sash of my robe while Dylan nimbly slid the silky fabric off my shoulders. I sucked in a gasp and gripped the ebbing fabric before it exposed my breasts.

  “No. Let go, little one. You’re perfectly safe,” Nick whispered as he wrapped his fingers around my wrist and eased my hand away. “We’re tucking you in. Nothing else.”

  The robe fell away on a gentle sigh and I fought the urge to cover myself with my hands. Nick leaned over and pulled the sheets down then patted the mattress. With a timid nod, I settled into the middle of the big bed. As Nick drew the covers up, Dylan crawled over me and lay atop the blanket, next to the wall. I turned and stared at him with wide curious eyes. He simply flashed me a smile as Nick slid onto the covers along my other side.

  “Sleep, kitten. We promise to keep you safe,” Dylan whispered.

  Safe. Oh I felt more than safe, a hell of a lot more. Humming with need that I couldn’t sate as planned left me feeling safe but horny as hell.

  Nick turned on his side and threaded his fingers through my hair then began to massage my scalp. Dylan also turned, propping his chin in one palm before tracing the tips of his fingers over my cheek in a tender caress.

  I closed my eyes. A moan of delight laced my heavy sigh. The abstract patterns their tranquil fingers painted, lulled me into the calling darkness.

  CHAPTER THREE

  A shrill screech filled the room, jerking me awake. I tried to sit up but was tangled in a web of heavy arms and legs. Nick groaned and pawed at a leather case on his hip as the incessant alarm continued to blare. Glancing over my shoulder, I watched as Dylan scrubbed a hand over his face, lifted his head off the pillow, and opened one eye.

  “Good morning, gorgeous,” he said with a lazy drawl as both eyes popped open and a slow smile spread upon his lips.

  “Hello,” Nick growled into his sat phone. “Yeah, just a sec. It’s for you,” he announced, handing me the phone.

  “Hello?”

  “Sanna? How bad are you hurt? Please tell me you’re okay. How bad is your car?” Mellie’s questions rushed out in one long string.

  “I’m fine, Mellie. Nothing’s broken except my SUV.” I smiled.

  “Thank god! Is that guy who answered in bed with you?”

  “Yeah, I mean…no,” I stammered as I tried to sweep the cobwebs from my mind. “Not like you think. Where are you?”

  “I’m home,” she said with a dejected sigh.

  “No,” I whined as I sat up and tucked the covers beneath my arms. “Why?”

  “Have you looked outside? Of course you haven’t. You’re in bed with Mr. Dreamy Voice,” she laughed. “I was up all night watching the news in the Oklahoma City airport. I just got home a few minutes ago. You’re in the middle of a blizzard of biblical proportions up there. Mother Nature is being a bitch. I don’t think there’s any way I can make it at all, sweetheart.”

  “Shit,” I sighed. Nick cleared his throat and I glanced over at him.

  “Soap,” he mouthed with a scowl.

  “I’m sorry to wake you two up so early. I sure hope I didn’t interrupt anything,” Mellie teased with a wicked giggle.

  “Three of us,” I mumbled, still fighting the sleep fog saturating my brain. I cringed when I realized what I’d just confessed.

  “Oh, little sis, we’re going to have a nice long talk when you get home,” her voice dipped to a clandestine whisper. “I want a play-by-play of all your sweaty deeds.”

  “There’s nothing to tell,” I replied in a soft hiss. “So you’re really not coming?”

  “Baby, they’ve shut every airport down across the northern plains. You can’t even get back to Kansas City. At least not for a while.”

  “Oh, Mellie,” I groaned.

  “I know. I know. Look, since I’ve already got the week off and since I can’t get to you, I’m going to crash for a few hours then repack and head to Cancun. Alejandro has a yacht and we’re going to spin up Baja for a few days.”

  “You lucky bitch,” I giggled.

  “Oh, kitten,” Dylan warned in a low growl.

  I rolled my eyes at him and huffed. Nick pinched my nipple through the bedding and I jumped in surprise then flashed him a hateful scowl.

  “I don’t blame you for chasing the sunshine and warm temps. Oh and just for your information, we are not planning our trip here in November ever again. It’s cold as fu--” I amended my words when I caught the look of censure etched on Nick’s face. “It’s cold here.”

  “I hear you, baby. Hey, when is Myron planning on shutting down the office this year?”

  “He already did. The last case was wrapped up a couple days ago. He and Helen should be in the Caymans by now.”

  “Oh, good. So you don’t have to go back to work until February, right?”

  “Yeah,”

  “Great! Come stay for Christmas. I’ll talk Alejandro into taking us on a cruise to someplace sinfully warm.”

  I could hear the excitement in her voice, and I hated to dampen her plans, but I’d feel like a third wheel spending the holidays with Mellie and her current flavor of the month.

  “We’ll see,” I answered vaguely. “Let’s talk about it when I get home, okay?”

  “Hey, I’ll see if he has a friend for you…maybe two, since you’re obviously into that,” she giggled.

  “No!” I gasped. “Please Mellie, don’t. We’ll discuss this later.”

  “Or you could bring along the guy with the sexy bedroom voice and whoever else is in the sack with you. Damn, Sanna. When you break out of your cocoon, you go balls to the wall. I never would have suspected you were a closet sex kitten.”

  “Mel, dammit, just quit will ya?” I warned.

 
; “Aww, okay. I’ll stop pulling your chain. But dammit, you’re so much fun to tease.”

  “You’re not funny,” I groaned.

  “Just promise me one thing?”

  “What?”

  “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t enjoy.” Her sweet laughter made it impossible for me to stay grumpy.

  “I won’t,” I insisted with a soft chuckle.

  “Hey Sanna?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Please don’t try to drive anywhere until they get the roads cleared. Promise me.” I knew by the tone of her voice…she was worried.

  “Cross my heart. I won’t even think about it until it’s safe. You’ve got my word, sweetie.”

  “Thank you, baby. Okay, I’m gonna go crash and burn. I’m exhausted. I’ll try to give you a call when I get back from Baja. Is it okay to call on this number again?”

  “I’ll call you when I get home, okay?”

  “Give me a break, sis. I wasn’t going to steal him, just ask him to talk dirty to me.” She giggled.

  “Good bye, Mellie,” I sighed.

  “Bye baby.”

  After ending the call, I handed the phone back to Nick, who was sitting on the side of the bed wearing a cheeky grin.

  “What?”

  “First, I want to know how you’re feeling this morning. Is your headache back?”

  “No. I feel fine. My muscles are a little sore, but other than that I feel perfectly…great.” I was going to say normal, but me in bed with two studly men was anything but normal.

  “By the way, that was an interesting conversation, little one.”

  My face felt hot. “You heard it?” I gasped as my eyes grew wide.

  “Every word. The bad thing about sat phones is that even with the earpiece pressed up tight, you can still hear what the other person is saying.” The knowing twinkle in his eyes had me rewinding the conversation in my mind. Had I said anything embarrassing or too revealing? I couldn’t remember exactly what had been said, but more than likely it was damning and humiliating.