Chapter Three
The next evening, Katie shut the front door of her grandmother’s house with a sigh. She was late for her meeting with Ry and Jed.
She jogged to her car, hopped in, and took off. She’d hoped to walk to Ry and Jed’s house, but it wasn’t going to happen now. She didn’t need more time to think. She’d thought of nothing but Ry and Jed and their reaction to her words since the pantry incident yesterday.
She reviewed some of the basics in her head while she drove, such as what she’d learned about BDSM and the poly lifestyle while she was in New York.
Ry and Jed were both dominant males, and she would have to deal with that.
But she wasn’t going to be a pushover, either.
There would be limits and rules. Katie had a submissive side, but it was mainly in the bedroom, not in life.
All too soon, she pulled into the driveway. Climbing out of her car, she shut the door and stood there for a minute as her pulse roared in her ears. No time like the present. She made her way to the front door, drew in a breath, and knocked.
The door opened to reveal Jed, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans. Her mouth went dry at the sight of his toned body. “Come on in, Kitty Kat.”
Her heart hiccupped. Kitty Kat. Only Jed called her that.
“Thanks.” She slipped through the opening as Jed pulled a black T-shirt over his head.
Ry was standing across the room. He wore jeans as well, along with a tight tank top that did nothing to hide his muscular body.
She swallowed. His six-pack abs were even more defined than Jed’s.
Her palms itched to touch him, to see if those muscles were as hard as they looked.
“You’re late.” Ry’s voice was low and heavy.
“Yes.” Her chin went up. She wasn’t going to apologize.
“Bad move.” Jed’s spoke softly in her ear as his arms encircled her.
“I haven’t given my consent to anything.”
Jed held his hands up. “You’re right.”
Ry shook his head. “Let’s talk.” He gestured to the sofa.
“Come sit down.” Ry patted the center of the sofa on the other side of the room.
When had he moved? Katie shook off the sensual cobwebs and sauntered over to the sofa. She sat, leaving space between her and Ry. Jed grinned at her as he strode over, nudged her to the middle, and took his seat. His thigh brushed hers.
Ry shifted, his hip bumping into hers as he scooted closer to her. Her body temperature shot up. Two men, two hard bodies.
Stay calm, you can handle this. She settled back and waited.
“One rule we have is we don’t tolerate lateness. If you’re late again, it will be five swats from the implement of our choice from each of us for every minute you’re late.” Ry placed his arm around her shoulders. “And we’ll do it on your bare ass.”
She nodded, twisting her fingers together, wishing her pussy didn’t cream at his words. She should be frightened, but she wasn’t. This was Ry and Jed. The two who had taken her on her eighteenth birthday, showing her sexual heights unmatched since.
“Are you nervous, Kitty Kat?” Jed asked.
“A little.” She wasn’t going to lie.
Ry opened his mouth, but the ringing of the landline caused him to swear. They had to keep a landline because cell coverage on the ranch could be spotty, and Jed wanted to be sure his crew could reach him.
“I’ll get it.” Jed rose, ambled over, and snatched up the receiver. “Yes.” His lips pressed together. “Understood. I’ll be right down.” He hung the phone up and stared at her. “Misty’s in trouble. I have to go down to the stables.”
“Take care of her,” Ry said.
Jed nodded. “Go ahead and continue. I’ll catch up when I get back.” He turned and walked to the back of the house.
“Tell me, Katie. How many men have you been with?” Ry asked.
“Four.” Katie squirmed. She included him and Jed in that four. He didn’t have to know her relationship with Walter was platonic. And the other was a Dom at the club who only played with her. No sex involved. She didn’t want them to think she was totally inexperienced, even if she was.
“Are you saying—”
“Yes, that includes you and Jed.” No hiding, she told herself.
When she made her decision to leave New York, it was with the knowledge Ry and Jed were the only two men she wanted.
Her father could go to hell and back for his ideas on who was a good man for his daughter.
He’d pushed Walter at her every chance he got, and Walter wasn’t the right man for her. Never had been.
“Then Jed was right. You know very little about our world.”
“More than you think.” Katie gathered up her courage. “Just because I didn’t have intercourse doesn’t mean I didn’t play.”
Ry sprung off the couch as if the fabric burned him. “You played? Where and with who?”
“Ry.” She reached out and took his fist in her hand. He stiffened. Was she breaking an unspoken rule? But they hadn’t established any rules yet, except if she was late. “This is something we can discuss when Jed is here. I don’t want to explain twice.”
And she didn’t. She’d waited until she was twenty-two before she went to a club in New York. It had been more than to satisfy her curiosity, and to help her understand the lifestyle. Even if it scared the crap out of her at times.
But she was learning to deal with her fear. It was more fear of her own sexuality and learning to understand the needs she had. She trusted Ry and Jed. Her therapist Pamela had told her trust and communication was the foundation for any relationship. Something her father broke over and over again.
She waited, and Ry let out a breath. She pulled her arm back as he sat down.
“You know I’ve always been a little protective where you’re concerned.”
“A little.” She laughed. “Remember when you punched Billy because he dared to steal a kiss in the ninth grade?”
Ry smiled. “Billy kissed all the girls. I wanted to be your first kiss.”
Katie relaxed for the first time that night. “You were. Remember you kissed me at my fourteenth birthday party?”
“Yes, I did.” He chuckled before capturing her hand and placing it on his thigh, trapping it under his. “Let’s talk about limits.”
She blinked at the change of subject.
“Looks like I’m back time for the good stuff,” Jed said as he strode into the room. His dark T-shirt smeared with dirt.
“Misty okay?” Ry asked.
“Yep, doc has it handled.” Jed dropped down onto the chair. “Misty is one of my mares. She’s due to foal soon, and it hasn’t been easy on her.”
Katie smiled. “So you still love horses.”
“Yes. There are some loves that never go away.” Jed leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
“Do you have any objections to rope bondage, the use of handcuffs or other restraints?” Ry asked.
“No, as long as it’s not painful.”
“Tell me what toys you’ve used.” Ry’s voice deepened.
She bit her lip, feeling a little embarrassed. “Dildo, vibrator, nipple rings, and a small butt plug.”
“Used them on yourself or someone used them on you?”
“Both.” Katie peeked at him from beneath her lashes.
He frowned. Katie opened her mouth, and he tapped her lips with his finger. “It’s okay. As Jed pointed out, it has been eight years. While I don’t like the idea of you with another man, I can understand it. We haven’t exactly been celibate.”
Katie squeezed his thigh. “Understood.”
“I’m guessing spankings are okay since you didn’t object when we said that’s how we would punish you for being late.”
“I don’t mind being spanked, but what kind of implements are you talking about?”
“Maybe a better question is what kind of implements have you used?” Jed asked.
Her breath caught in her throat, and she had to force the words out. “Mainly different floggers. I don’t want any welts or blood. That’s a hard limit.” She was amazed at how steady her voice was.
“Agreed,” Ry said.
“As far as sex, what won’t you do?” Jed asked.
“I’m not sure I understand what you mean.” She tilted her head, looking at Jed. What kind of sex were they thinking of?
“Sex without a condom?” Ry asked.
“We can provide you with health reports to show we’re negative for STIs,” Jed said.
Katie took a deep breath, trying to calm the fire racing through her veins at the thought of their bare cocks in her pussy. “I’m on birth control, but I’d prefer a condom for any anal sex.”
The men looked at each other, and Ry nodded. “We can live with that.”
“Do you have any objection to fellatio?” Jed asked.
“No.”
“What about same gender?” Ry asked.
Katie shook her head. “Hard limit. No same sex for me.” Women just didn’t do it for her; she had learned that in the New York club.
“Will you take both of us at the same time?” Jed asked. His gaze held hers. “One in the pussy and one in the ass?”
Her eyes closed then reopened, her heart racing liked she’d run a marathon. “Yes.” Sandwiched between their two hard bodies… Oh yeah, her pussy pulsed at the idea.
“Do you fantasize?” Jed asked.
Her face went hot. “Yes.”
“Will you let us act out those fantasies with you, Kitty Kat?” Jed asked.
“Yes,” she whispered, but a grin played around her lips. Jed had given her the nickname Kitty Kat when he found her sunbathing nude when she was sixteen. He told her she’d stretched out like a cat sunning itself.
“So far we’re very compatible,” Ry said. “There are things Jed and I won’t do.” He paused, and Jed nodded. “No blood, no welts, no breath play, no medical play, no knives or cutting, no fire play, branding, electrical shock, or fisting. We do limited suspension, but we will work up to that.”
“Sounds fair.” Katie couldn’t believe how calmly they were discussing this.
Eight years ago, she would have run for the hills.
Now…part of her still wanted to run, but the other part couldn’t wait to get started.
Her trust in Ry and Jed was unwavering; it was her fear of not being the woman they really wanted and needed that held her back.
“We’ll keep to club safe words. Red will stop all play. Yellow , we will slow down and talk you through it. But only red will stop us. Are you okay with that?”
“I can agree to that.”