Chapter Eight #3
tell you,” he commanded. “If she has questions, then so do I. Now run over to
her place and grab my kit. It’s in the living room. Do not let Miranda and Gigi
distract you. I need what’s in there because we need to start training her. I
want to share her properly as soon as we can.”
Because he wasn’t sure how much time they had with her.
Garrett jogged back down the stairs and out of the main
house.
Keane moved up, every step bringing him closer to what he
wanted. Her.
He turned left and located the door at the end of the hall.
The house was a magnificent ranch house someone had renovated over the years to
resemble a mansion, though it was warm and homey. She had grown up here. This
house was filled with safety and love.
He wanted some of that for himself.
The private playroom was at the end of the hall. He didn’t
need to remember Olivia’s directions. All he had to do was follow her clothes.
She’d apparently not stopped at her shirt and bra. Her shoes and jeans were
strewn along the hall. Her pretty pink panties were on the floor right in front
of the playroom. The French doors were lovely, but nothing like the woman in
the center of the room. Olivia knelt on the gleaming hardwoods in a classic
submissive position. Knees spread wide. Head down. All that hair flowing around
her gorgeous naked body.
“You are stunning, sub,” he said, staring at her for a
moment, taking it in and memorizing it. Everything about this woman called to
him. Her fierceness. Her stubborn will. Her sweetness. All of it.
Her head didn’t move. “Back at you, Master. Did I mention
that I did not appreciate that woman putting hands on you?”
He smiled because that was an admission that gave him hope.
“Garrett and I had that handled.”
Her head came up, fire flashing in those gorgeous eyes. “You
might have, but I don’t think Garrett knew what to do, Master.”
Smart kitten. “What makes you think that?”
Her hands stayed on her thighs as she looked up at him. “I
watched for a few minutes. You removed her hands. If it had gone on for another
couple of minutes, you would have gotten more aggressive. Garrett didn’t know
what to do. He can threaten the hell out of a man, but he’s unsure how to
handle a woman.”
“I assure you he wouldn’t have allowed her to touch him
intimately,” Keane explained. “Garrett adapted in foster care in a way I never
could. I suppose it was his protective mechanism. People pleasing. Especially
women, since in most of the homes we were in, women were the caretakers.”
“And you?”
He was a stubborn dumbass. “I hit back harder and put up
walls.”
“I can understand that,” she admitted. “Is Garrett a switch?
Does he ever bottom for you?”
Oh, there was so much curiosity in the question. Not in a
disdainful way. She wanted to picture it. That big strong man on his knees next
to her. The two of them waiting for his discipline.
It wasn’t going to happen.
“Do you want me to?”
Keane stopped because that hadn’t come from Olivia. Garrett
stood in the doorway, his eyes on Olivia and a familiar kit in his hand. He
hadn’t brought his own. Just Keane’s.
That told him something. Something he’d always thought might
bubble under his friend’s surface. Something Garrett might never be able to
admit.
But the way he was staring at Olivia, the bit of longing in
the question, made Keane think.
“Only if you want to,” Olivia replied. “I’m sorry. I come
from a lot of threesomes, and even the straight ones have a hierarchy.
Sometimes it’s because one of them is a switch. Sometimes there’s simply a
dominant personality who takes over during sex. I suppose I was wondering what
the hierarchy is.”
They had one. Garrett led in certain ways, but when it came
to this, it was always Keane.
He’d been curious. Had always thought there was a weird
spark between them. When they were younger he dismissed it, but the older they
got, the more he wondered.
Garrett set the kit down. “Uhm, I think we kind of take
turns.”
“We do not.” It was time to see if there was any chance this
could work. “Garrett, take off your clothes and join our sub. Olivia, for your
information, I’m the top. Garrett tops you, but I’m in charge of this. What I
say in this room goes.”
As long as everyone agreed. It sounded very dominant and
alpha, but the truth was the power was always in the hands of the submissive.
For a moment he thought he lost Garrett. They should have
talked first. They should have sat down and had a long discussion.
Or he could accept that they would always end up here. When
they found the right woman, they were always going to be able to take their
proper places. Garrett’s was to be fluid. Keane’s was to push them all.
Olivia’s was to make all of it meaningful for them.
He was about to say something when Garrett set down the kit
and pulled his shirt over his head.
“So what you’re telling me is I get to top Olivia and I
don’t have to make any decisions. That sounds like fun.” Garrett gave him a
smile as his hands went to his belt buckle. A smile he’d never seen on his
friend’s face before.
A smile that promised… He wasn’t even sure, but it made his
whole being tense with anticipation. Whatever happened tonight would change
things.
Change could be good. Change could be bad. The only thing it
was for sure was constant.
He made excellent time getting out of his clothes. Garrett
had a body built on lean lines, and he looked so good next to Olivia’s curvy
femininity. He dropped to his knees beside her, and if he was worried that his
cock was on full display, it didn’t show. Garrett was confident as he knelt
down. As though it was a place he’d always wanted to explore.
Garrett’s shoulder rubbed against Olivia’s. “Do I have it
right? I’ve never done this before.”
“But you wanted to,” Olivia teased.
“I’ve wondered what it’s like on the other side, but you
should understand that I always top you,” Garrett replied with a smile. “Now
show me what to do. Palms up or down?”
Olivia’s eyes came up to meet his. “That’s up to the Master.
How do you like it, Master? Do you want your subs’ palms up or down when we
greet you?”
She was a living, breathing temptation. A siren calling to
his every protective and lustful instinct.
“Palms down.” He managed to choke out the words.
He stared at them while Olivia instructed his best friend on
how to greet their dominant partner.
He’d never let himself dream about this. Never once. Losing
Garrett would be… He wasn’t sure he could survive without him. It was dangerous
what they were doing. Especially since Olivia swore they only had a week.
He had to temper his desire. He had to play this cool so he
didn’t lose everything for one week’s bliss.
He moved forward and placed a hand on Olivia’s head. “Do you
willingly submit to me this evening?”
“Yes, Master.”
“What’s your safe word tonight?”
“I think I’ll go with Chihuahua in honor of the first female
who tried to get her paws on my Master this evening,” Olivia replied with that
sexy grin of hers. He was starting to understand her expressions. This one he
liked to call the cat who got all the cream. “Don’t worry, though. I can’t
blame Muffin. She wanted a belly rub. But if Lola tries again, I’m going to do
more than pull some hair.”
“And if Jason tries to convince my sub to date him, I’ll
make sure he never asks again,” Garrett said under his breath.
The fact that these two magnificent people were kneeling in
front of him, offering him their trust, made him feel like a million bucks.
Like he wasn’t the rat everyone called him when he was a kid. A parasite. He
wasn’t. He never had been, and the fact that he had two people who gave
themselves to him proved it.
He glanced around the room. There was a nice spanking bench.
Several flat surfaces which could be used for any number of scenarios. And a
sex swing. Oh, he was interested in that.
After they tried out the spanking bench and began her
preparation.
“Garrett, get her on the bench. I want that gorgeous ass of
hers in the air and ready for discipline.” He moved to his kit, finding what he
needed and locating the small bathroom off the playroom. Naturally it was
stocked with everything a creative Dom could need to keep his equipment clean
and to prepare it for use. He would hand it to Jack Barnes. The man was
prepared.
And he wasn’t thinking about the fact that they were using
her parents’ playroom. Nope. He was shutting off that part of his brain. If she
was fine with it, he was, too. He walked back out and stopped, staring at the
scene in front of him.
Garrett was binding her right wrist to the bench. Her ass
was in the air, and he could see her pussy peeking out. It sent his whole body
into full-on lust mode, but it did something to his soul, too. A peace and
anticipation he hadn’t felt in years.
He was excited to wake up tomorrow and see where the day
took him. Oh, it would take him into the pasture with a bunch of cows, but
there would also be Olivia and Garrett at the end of the day. There was
something to look forward to.
Garrett straightened up. “I got my undergrad from University
of Houston and my law degree from Tech.” He glanced Keane’s way. “She’s chatty
tonight.”
“She’s curious tonight. Let’s see how she likes it turned on
her.” He handed over the prepared tray. Garrett’s brows rose when he saw what
was there, but he didn’t argue or comment, simply moved it close where Keane
could get to it.
He touched her hair before bringing his hand down hard on
her ass. He loved the way she tightened and then relaxed. “Tell me when you
knew you were submissive.”
She looked perfectly comfortable, her cheek resting on the
pad. “Since my first kiss. I suppose I didn’t understand the terminology, but I
knew the feeling. I also knew how confusing it was. I was fourteen. It was a
dare, but I was attracted to them.”
“Them?” Garrett asked, his arms going across his chest.
“You’re talking about Bobby and his twin?”
“Yes,” she replied simply.
“Bobby is not a top.” He had met the guy. Her best friend
seemed nice, but he wouldn’t take charge when it came to sex.