by Shayla Black
She took strength from him and gave him a resolute nod. “Hurry. Please…”
He looked Seth’s way. “We have to get her back to the villa now.”
“Get that damn door unlocked. We’re right behind you.”
Seth lengthened his stride along the winding path, trying not to let Heavenly’s breathless little pleas undo him. He was fucking relieved when the villas came into view. “Easy, angel. Breathe through it. We’re almost there.”
She gave him a frantic nod and clutched his shoulders. “What then?”
Ahead of him, Beck unlocked the door and held it open.
Seth climbed the stairs, rushed inside, and eased her to her feet. “We need to talk.”
She looked both disappointed and horrified. “Now? But…”
“It’s past time,” Beck told her.
“Then I’m taking off the panties.” Her cheeks blazed as she struggled to focus. “Please.”
Her defiance went straight to Seth’s cock, but he shook his head. “We decide when they come off. Not you. Do you know why?”
Heavenly shifted, hips wriggling until she tensed. “Because you’re mean.”
Beck approached her and cradled her breast in his hand. “It only seems that way because we’re not giving you what you want.”
“Other than your current orgasm deprivation, have you enjoyed the things we’ve done with and to you in the last twenty-four hours?”
“Yes,” she admitted.
“A little or a lot? Be honest.”
She hesitated, like she was loath to answer. “A lot.”
“Have we hurt you in any way?”
“No.”
“We don’t want to.” Seth softened. “Do you remember what I told you about Dominance and submission that night we dragged you out of Bazookas?”
“Vaguely.”
“If you’re ready for a better understanding and—”
“I am.”
“Then stop interrupting and kneel.”
She blinked in confusion. “On the floor?”
Beck nodded. “At our feet.”
Her puzzled frown deepened. “Because?”
He raised a brow. “Because we told you to. Like we’ve said before, the submissive hands her control over to the Dominants. You did that for us at dinner when you put the panties on.”
She shifted her weight again and glared. “I regret that.”
“Do you?” Seth reached under her skirt and rolled the pearls again. “Really?”
Heavenly gasped and gripped Beck’s arms for steadying support.
The surgeon cupped her face. “You’re focused on your orgasm, not what we’re trying to teach you.”
“I can’t learn anything when I’m this aroused.”
“You can—that you’re ours to torment, indulge, challenge, and adore as we see fit.”
Seth took a fistful of her hair and forced her gaze to his. “So if you want us to keep doing all those things, kneel. On the carpet. At our feet. Now. If you’re not ready, you still have that safe word. We’ll stop everything. We can either talk or, if you’re completely disinterested in Dominance and submission, we’ll pretend tonight never happened. Your choice.”
“My choice? You’re commanding me to my knees.”
“We are. And if you want what we’re aching to give you, you need to comply. But you always have the power—to set limits, to refuse, to walk away.”
Seth said nothing more as he watched her decipher their words in her head. Ultimately, she had to decide whether her pride was more important than this future for them he could see so clearly.
Next to him, Beck looked calm, almost detached. But Seth felt the tension rolling off the surgeon. It was the same anxiety simmering inside him.
“If we’re going to talk, can I take the panties off?”
“No.” Beck didn’t waste time being anything but blunt. “We want you to wear them both to prove a point and to provide incentive. We have nothing more to say until you either kneel or safe word out.”
Seth resisted the urge to beg her to understand. Instead, he pressed his forehead to hers for a long, silent moment before he kissed her and backed away. “You either trust us or you don’t.”
Heavenly nibbled her lip. Her gaze bounced between the two of them. Finally, she dragged in a breath and unconsciously bowed her head. Then with a shaky little cry, she got to her knees.
Maybe now they’d get somewhere.
Beside him, Beck dragged his fingers along her jawline in a rewarding caress. “You look so beautiful on your knees.”
“We’re proud of you, angel,” Seth added. “Tell us how kneeling makes you feel.”
He watched her body language as she sat back on her heels and squirmed before falling very still. A long, silent moment passed. Then, as if some dormant instinct awakened, she squared her shoulders and lifted her chest. Her gaze remained squarely on the floor.
“Confused. Weirdly, this isn’t uncomfortable. I expected to hate it, to feel degraded. But being here in front of you, giving myself to you fills me with…peace. It’s like I’m shining or glowing or…” She shook her head in frustration. “I’m not making any sense.”
“You’re making perfect sense.” More than Seth had dared to hope for. He could almost see the bright submissive light inside her flipping on. “Keep going, angel.”
“It’s profound. I feel your eyes on me. Your approval. It makes me happy. It makes me feel worthy.”
A giant smile broke out across Beck’s face that mirrored his own. “Trust me, little girl, you are.”
She raised big, blinking eyes to them. “I feel like this is where I belong right now.”
Seth almost went weak-kneed with relief, even as he nearly burst with pride. They’d managed not merely to coax her into doing things they asked, but to tap into the submissive they’d known slept inside her so she could feel the part of her that needed to yield her power. “Yes, and you don’t know what hearing your honesty does to us.”
“This is exactly what we’ve been craving for months.” Beck thumbed her pouty lower lip.
She pressed a kiss to his digit, eyes closed, then smiled. “I’m so surprised that I’m shaken. I mean, I’ve always liked making other people happy, but to know I’m pleasing you two…it’s like I’m overflowing inside.”
God, wasn’t she just perfect?
“You want more of that?” Seth prompted.
“Yes.”
“Sir,” Beck put in. “When we’re alone, you call us Sir. Is that clear?”
Heavenly stared for a long heartbeat. He worried she intended to balk—until he saw her eyes darken and a delicate pink color splash her cheeks. “Yes, Sir.”
Her little whisper was like dumping gasoline on the blaze already raging inside him. Jesus, how fast could he get her clothes off and get inside her?
Next to him, Beck looked as if he was pondering the same question, but thankfully the doctor seemed to have his head on his shoulders. “Excellent. Let’s talk about what happened at dinner. You gave us control of your power and your orgasm when you slipped on the panties with the pearls. We gave you the power to choose the outcome.”
“Embarrassment or suffering? That’s not much of a choice.”
“Who were you suffering for?”
The question clearly confused her. “I didn’t want to climax in front of a bunch of strangers.”
“We didn’t want you to, either,” Beck assured.
“Then why did you have me wear the panties?”
“Because explanations are often just words,” Seth pointed out. “If mine about BDSM had made any real impact on you in the back of River’s truck, you’d have remembered it.”
“I couldn’t focus that night. You were touching me…and I knew what was going to happen next.”
Sex. The loss of her virginity. Seth couldn’t fault her for having nerves. “I get that. But we decided it would be more effective to show you. I have a feeling you’ll remember this.�
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Her irritation deepened into a scowl. “I could have embarrassed myself back there.”
“But the agony of it aroused you,” Beck pointed out. “Didn’t it?”
She considered that for a long moment. “Yes, Sir. But I don’t know why.”
“Because the two of us watching you suffer aroused us all?”
This answer came faster. “Yes.”
“We know. To be clear, Seth and I would never have let you humiliate yourself in public. We would have blocked you with our bodies, swallowed your screams—whatever we had to do—to keep that private.”
Seth was grateful Beck understood exactly what he’d been trying to say. “Your orgasms belong to us. We’ll never share them with anyone, much less force you to give them to strangers. Our goal is to keep you safe—always.”
She sighed. “I didn’t know that. You were pushing me, and I was panicking.”
“When you admitted the problem to us, did we help you?”
“After playing with me some,” she grumbled.
Beck laughed. “Well, you are our sweet, shiny toy, little girl. We like playing with you. But ultimately, we’re going to solve the problem and help you. We need you to believe that and trust us.”
When she clamped her lips together mulishly, Seth jumped in. “Forget tonight for just a minute.”
She wriggled again. “That’s a little difficult when you won’t take these torturous panties off.”
He turned to Beck. “With that attitude, I think she should wear them all day tomorrow. What do you think?”
“Probably so.”
Her head popped up. “Are you crazy? No!”
“No, what?” Seth asked in his silkiest voice.
That got her attention. She swallowed and sat back. “No, Sir.”
“Better. Now, in the past, haven’t we helped you every single time you’ve had a problem? Even the ones you haven’t been honest about?”
She froze, and he watched the play of emotions cross her face. “You two were instrumental with my dad’s hospital situation…”
“Uh-huh. What else?”
“My fall tuition, too.”
“Don’t forget your ‘job’ and your fucking landlord,” Beck added.
“Your dad’s funeral, scattering his ashes… The trips this week? In case you hadn’t guessed, we’re trying to help you keep your promise to spread your wings.” Seth took her face in his hands, willing her to understand. “There’s nothing we wouldn’t do for you.”
She bit her lip. “Raine told me that.”
“That might be the first thing I’m grateful she’s said to our girl,” he told Beck.
The surgeon smiled. “Yes. But we need you to trust us in all situations.”
“Exactly. Tonight should have demonstrated why that’s important. If you’d trusted us, you would have known panic was unnecessary because we’ll always step in and lift the problem from your shoulders.”
“And when I don’t do that, you think it’s because I don’t believe in you. Raine told me that, too.”
Beck nodded. “She’s right.”
“We’re not like your mom; we’re not going to leave when you need us,” Seth said softly.
She slumped back on her heels. Her shoulders sagged as she seemed to shrink inside herself. “God, you’ve been so patient. I’ve done nothing to deserve you.”
“Why the hell would you think that?”
Heavenly finally looked up, trying hard to fight tears. “What have I ever given you in return except sex?”
“You think Beck and I are sitting around saying, ‘Well, we helped her out of a scrape, bought her a purse, and flew to Wisconsin; therefore, she owes us a fucking? Or anything else?” That just pissed Seth off. “What are the only things we’ve asked you for?”
“Time. Honesty.” She pressed her lips together. “Trust. I haven’t been very good at giving you any of those. I’m sorry.”
“We don’t want your apology. We want you to be open with us. No more hiding anything. Ever. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Perfect.” Beck held out his hand. “On your feet. Time to go to the bedroom so we can fuck you, little girl.”
She put her trusting hand in his and rose, smoothing down her dress while she gauged the distance between her and the bed. “Will you carry me there?”
“Not a chance in hell. You’re going to walk every single one of those steps. No coming.”
She whimpered but began a slow, experimental amble. As he and Beck filed in behind her, Seth turned to the other guy with a grin, both stripping off their shirts as they followed.
She’d cooled off some during their discussion, but the beauty of his gift was that it didn’t take long to ramp her back up. By the fifth step, she started to tiptoe. Another three had her shifting and moaning. Two more forced her to ball her fists, pause, and drag in a deep breath. The best part? She was barely halfway to the bed.
Seth couldn’t resist tossing his shirt over the dining room chair to free up his hands so he could plaster his body behind hers and “help” adjust the beads just right. Her clit felt like a pulsing little pebble beneath his fingers.
She gasped and reached back, digging her claws into his thigh. With a chuckle, he lifted her hand away and brought it to his lips, kissing her sweetly, even as his fingers played mercilessly in her pussy.
“Don’t… I’m dying.”
Beck stepped in and gave her a long once-over. “I don’t know about dying. Your cheeks are awfully flushed. Your respiration is definitely accelerated. I should probably check your pulse.” He palmed the area over her heart, just above her breast…then slid his hand lower to fondle her nipple. “Definitely rapid. As a medical professional, I think we should take a closer look and see if we can diagnose the problem.”
“You’re tormenting me,” she wailed.
Seth grinned and got in the spirit. “She’s also very wet, Doctor. Maybe you should investigate that, too?”
“With pleasure.” He probed his fingers between her thighs and used the most professional voice he could manage. “Drenched. This definitely bears closer inspection.”
“What do you think could be the problem?”
“Let’s…take her temperature.”
“Orally or rectally?” Seth’s evil grin almost made him laugh.
“Maybe both. We’ll have to see.”
Heavenly groaned.
Beck withdrew his fingers and patted her ass. “Keep walking. The bed is only…what, ten steps away?”
Seth couldn’t help but enjoy this game. “With her stride, I’d say more like fifteen.”
“Better get started. The longer it takes you to get there, the longer you wait to come, little girl.”
She bit her lip, knees together, calves flared, and tried to walk. Her high-pitched pants sounded as if she was in pain.
He reached for his belt buckle. “That sure is a pretty sound, angel. I’m going to want more of that.”
Beck nodded. “A lot more.”
She’d only made it another few feet when she stopped to catch her breath and toss a glare at them over her shoulder. Her cheeks were even pinker. Perspiration dotted her hairline. Her pouty lips were swollen and open and made him think of all the filthy, wonderful things he’d love to do to her mouth right now.
“She’s really suffering.” Beck grinned.
“And enjoying it. What does it say about us that we’re both loving it, too?”
“That we’re sick fucks.”
“You are,” she spat back.
“Sirs,” Seth prompted. “Don’t forget that. And I suggest watching your tongue, angel. We can either let you come in the next five minutes…or the next five hours.”
She gasped and stared at them in horror.
“Or the next five days.” Beck shrugged. “I’m not in a hurry, are you?”
Seth was. He loved making her climax. Watching her pure, perfect pleasure was half the fun. But she didn’t
need to know that. “Nope. In fact, maybe we should let her make her own way to the bed and bind her hands. Can’t let her fingers do the walking, right? Then there’s a basketball game on TV that should last a few hours…”
“Don’t. Please.” She looked near tears. “Sirs…”
Beck shucked his pants and kicked them aside, palming a condom. “That sounds serious. Let’s finish our exam now.”
“All right. Should I assist the patient to the exam room, Doctor?” He winked as he ditched the rest of his clothes—fucking happy to finally not have his dick pressing into his zipper—and kept a condom in hand.
Beck nodded thoughtfully. “We wouldn’t want the patient’s condition to worsen. But I think we should immobilize her since she’ll need to be probed thoroughly.”
“I totally agree.” Seth grinned. “I’ll get her on the table.”
“I’ll gather a few supplies and meet you.”
Heavenly froze as Seth scooped her into his arms again. “What are you two doing?”
The smile he sent her as he draped her across the bed probably wouldn’t reassure her in the least. “Now lie back and don’t move. Let me check you one more time before the doctor returns…”
When he flipped up her skirt, the sight that greeted him nearly took his breath away. Her folds were so swollen they’d nearly enveloped the pearls. And the puffy flesh was red. Not pink, not rosy, but a glossy, fiery red. Wetness slickened her entire cunt and seeped down her thighs.
God, he’d love to put his tongue on her right now. He licked his lips, mouth watering, trying to content himself with just looking since he was pretty sure she would go off like a rocket if he even breathed on her.
In the corner of the room, the surgeon searched his suitcase and gathered up some nylon. “Got everything we need for a thorough exam. How’s the patient look?”
“You’re going to want to see this, Doctor.”
Beck tossed the straps his way as he rounded the bed and stopped between Heavenly’s outstretched legs. “That’s fucking gorgeous. How do you feel?”
“Aroused, Sir.”
“Clearly.” Beck traced a fingertip up one swollen fold and down the other before plopping his wet finger on his tongue. “What else?”
