Chapter Two #2
updo his hands itched to pull down, but he wasn’t going to do that here. There
would be time. He’d worried she would walk away, but now he knew he was getting
his night with her. He could take his time. They could take their time. “So
you’ve never touched yourself? Never rolled your nipples between your fingers
and pretended it was a man’s lips sucking on you?”
The hitch in her breath told him everything he needed to
know. “I haven’t. I never thought about a man doing that to me. So it’s not
simply touch. You’re going to kiss me and put your mouth on me in all those
soft places?”
It was easy now. Easy to lean over and run his nose along
her neck up to her ear. She didn’t pull away. She leaned in. He let his voice
go low. “We’re going to make a feast out of you. We’re going to suck and lick
and nip.”
Garrett did the same on the other side of her neck, letting
her feel what it meant to be between two men who wanted her. “I’m going to get
those nipples in my mouth, and you won’t know if I’m going to lick or gently
suck or take a bite out of you.”
“What about my…my pussy… That’s what you called it,” she
said breathlessly.
“I won’t leave a single centimeter untouched. I’ll eat your
pussy like it’s mine because it is. I’ll enjoy how you taste. I’ll spear you
with my tongue, spread your lips apart, and I won’t stop until you scream my
name. I’m going to give you pleasure, but you owe me something,” he whispered
in her ear.
“Us,” Garrett corrected. “Master K needs to remember he’s
not alone in this purchase. You should understand that we’re partners, and
you’ll need to consider both of us your Masters. What do you owe your Masters?”
“Submission,” she said with a long sigh of what seemed like
relief. “We should go up to your room and let me prove I can do the job
properly.”
“It’s not a job, Red,” Keane said, giving her ear a nip.
“It’s your calling.”
“Then you should show me what I’ve been missing.”
He slid out of the booth as Garrett took care of the bill.
It was time to get the night started right.
* * * *
It was so odd how easy it felt now. Olivia had been
ready to flee because once they stopped dancing it felt awkward to not do the
usual small talk, first date kind of thing.
But this wasn’t a date. It was sex. Dirty, filthy, righteous
sex. The kind that you should feel ashamed of but you don’t, and you think
about it the rest of your life. That night with two bad boys.
The problem was they seemed like such nice men. They seemed
like the kind of guys a girl did go on a first date with. The kind a girl
wanted to get to know better.
Given her family situation, one would think Olivia
Barnes-Fleetwood would have a lot of experience with dating two men at the same
time. She did not. On paper she did, since she had fake long-distance dated the
Farley brothers for the last several years, but in reality, all of her
relationships had been what the rest of the world would call normal.
She was pretty sure her mom was worried about her. When her
mom worried, that was the time to take action. Abigail Barnes-Fleetwood could
be a force of nature when she was worried about her kids. And now that Josh and
Grim were married and happy and shit, those maternal eyes were firmly focused
on her.
“Can I get you anything?” Master G offered. “We have a mini
bar.”
She was starting to figure them out despite the no names and
no real info rule they had in place. G was the softer touch. He was smooth and
charming and would be the indulgent one.
“No more drinking. I want our sub relaxed but fully with
us,” Master K ordered. “She needs to be able to think clearly and know what she
wants.”
And K was the one who would lay down the law.
She liked them both, which was a problem since this was a
no-strings thing and she didn’t want to sit around mooning over them. She’d
touched that hot stove one too many times to do it again.
So she had been ready to walk away and do what she should
have in the first place—go to her room and drink too much wine and get ready
for the hangover. Luckily the flight home was only an hour. Usually they would
drive, but they were taking home some lawyer Lucas wanted her to work with. And
some dude who was going to do Josh’s job while he was gone. She would suffer
through whatever the lawyer had to say and avoid the other guy altogether.
But she wasn’t doing what she should do tonight. She was
going wild because Master K had found a language they could speak. Fantasy.
Role play. D/s.
She had reassessed her earlier evaluations. Nicole wouldn’t
have a bunch of friends who understood the workings of D/s the way these two
seemed to. Also, she likely hadn’t had a bunch of friends into threesomes back
home. So they were likely business associates of Julian’s. Maybe even her
dads’, but since she’d never met them they were probably investors or worked
with the Masters’ Fund, an investment group her dad belonged to.
Olivia didn’t have anything to do with that group, so it was
fine.
She let go of the worry. It didn’t have a place here. She
set her clutch on the table in the foyer. The room seemed to be a junior suite.
She had a ridiculous two-bedroom suite she’d shared with Nicole the night
before. They’d had what they referred to as a mini bachelorette party which
consisted of them having in-room massages and ordering a ton of food and
watching movies until they fell asleep.
Nicole would spend tonight in the honeymoon suite.
But if she took them to her room, she couldn’t simply walk
out when they were done. And no matter how good this was, she was walking away.
“I’m not allowed to have alcohol at the academy,” she said
and moved toward the living area. Definitely smaller than hers, but they could
make do. If they had told her they were taking her to a motel in a bad part of
town, she would have followed them because she wanted what they were offering.
But she wasn’t a complete novice. There was negotiation to be done. “They did
teach me to make sure my Masters protect me and that they know my safe word.”
“Your safe word is cinnamon.” Master K strode back in from
the bedroom and without a single ounce of self-consciousness placed a long
string of condoms on the table. “And your Masters are prepared. I assure you if
we have the money to purchase you, we have the means to protect our
investment.”
“I’d like to see my investment.” Master G had already pulled
off his jacket and tie, and she could see a hint of smooth tanned skin.
She was confused. “How did you know my safe word?”
Master K frowned, muscular arms crossing over a chest that
was probably every bit as muscular. “We need to make some rules, baby. You told
us no names, nothing real. That didn’t work. I came up with something that did.
Are we role-playing or do you want to discuss what your friend told me?” When
she didn’t answer he went back to his role. “It was in the information packet
the academy sent over. And that’s ten for questioning me.”
“Maybe we should…” Master G started.
But Master K was right. She was breaking the rules she set
forth. He had found a way to make this work, and she was questioning him.
“Please don’t, Master G. Master K, where would you like me? You’re right. I
shouldn’t have questioned you.”
Master K stared at her for a moment as though trying to
figure out if she was being real with him.
She simply stood there because despite the fact that she had
never attended a weird sex academy—which sounded hot on paper, but she would
avoid in real life—she did know how to be a good sub. And she quite liked a
spanking. She rather hoped Master K had a hard hand during sessions.
Not that there would be more sessions. Just this one.
“I’m not disciplining you with your clothes on. Take them
off. They offend me.”
K had exactly the right amount of lust and arrogance in his
tone. This was not the man she had danced with. That man had been awkward and a
bit distant. Like he was trying to figure out if this was a good idea.
The Master in front of her knew what he wanted, and it was
her.
The odd thing was she found herself attracted to both sides
of the man. But the Dom was the one she needed tonight. The sweet guy was far
more dangerous.
She might not have had ménage sex before, but she had read a
whole lot of books about it. Romance novels, mostly. She blamed her sister, who
wrote them and introduced her to a whole new world when she was sixteen and she
snuck one of Lexi’s books and got addicted. She loved all the sub-genres, but
ménage and D/s were her jam, and when an author successfully put them together?
Chef’s kiss.
So she did what one of her sister’s heroines would have
done. She made her eyes big and wide and looked back to the softer Dom, biting
her lip like she was unsure what to do. “I think I need help getting out of my
dress, Sir.”
Master G nearly tripped over the love seat trying to get to
her.
She didn’t miss the way Master K’s eyes rolled, but his lips
curled up in an amused smile. They were really good friends. Likely long-term
ones because K’s expression showed a deep affection.
Of course they were. After all, they had purchased her, a
sweet virgin trying desperately to save her sick grandmother.
Her own grandmother was on a European tour with a group of
friends they called the Crone Posse.
But if Grandma Diane needed surgery, she would totally sell
her body to these two for the night. It would be more fun than dipping into her
seemingly endless trust fund.
Master K pulled his tie free and tossed it on the bar. He
moved back to the sofa and sat down, unbuttoning the top two buttons of his
dress shirt. He sat back as arrogant as any king and nodded, letting Olivia and
Master G know he was ready for the show.
Master G moved behind Olivia, obviously putting her on
display. He eased the zipper down, his fingertips brushing over her skin and
sending a thrill through her. This was what she needed. It had been so long
since she had someone touch her like this.
She’d been neglecting herself. She should start spending
weekends here, going to the club.