I could feel Isaac watching us and it fanned the flames, made me hotter.
Dante paused long enough to shuck his shorts and roll on a condom before settling over me once more. He cupped my face, stared into my eyes. And when he entered me slowly, I felt tears forming. This man, so sweet, so gentle. So perfect. What I felt for him was intense, but we’d both known we had needed more. Now that we had more, had Isaac, I felt as though I could give him all of me.
He groaned, a strangled sound. I saw the torment in his gaze, knew he was holding back.
“You’re what I want,” I assured him. “What I need. Love me, Dante.”
Dante remained where he was, settled deep inside me. “You’re so tight, so wet.”
The bed shifted and I realized Isaac had joined us, laid out, fully dressed beside us. Absently, I reached for his hand. He twined his fingers with mine, but he moved toward Dante, reaching for him, pulling him close until their mouths melded together.
And that was a sight. These two ridiculously hot men kissing… I couldn’t look away.
“Fuck her,” Isaac commanded, his words so low I could barely hear them. “I want to watch, Dante.” Isaac kissed him again, dragging a strangled groan from Dante. “I need this as much as you do.”
Though it was obviously meant to reassure Dante, I got the feeling it was the truth. Isaac wasn’t the sort to show his emotions, but I’d sensed his need for Dante. They hadn’t pursued anything, from what I knew, but it was only a matter of time.
Dante’s hips retreated, then pushed forward, his attention returning to me. It was then I saw him, the clouds in his eyes dissipating. The man I’d come to love in our own way was there with me, deep inside me.
He took my other hand, threaded our fingers together as he began a rhythmic bump and grind, his movements in perfect time with my body. As he drove me higher, my back bowed, changing the angle, my body taking him deeper. He groaned, then let himself go, driving into me, his breath warm on my flesh as he buried his face in my neck.
“Dante … God, yes. You feel so good.” Better than good. It was more than I expected, everything I needed.
He released my hand, his arms sliding under me, holding me to him as he took from me all that I’d always wanted to give him. I released Isaac’s hand, giving myself to Dante, holding on to him as he pushed me right to the precipice.
My body tensed, the electricity building in my core, radiating outward until I could no longer control it.
“I’m coming, Dante… Oh, God…” I shattered.
Dante let me ride out my orgasm before he slammed into me again and again. This time I waited him out, allowing the sensations to build once more. When he let go, I did, too.
Suddenly his warmth was gone, and I felt the chill deep in my bones. His absence bothered me, even as he disappeared into the bathroom. I stared at the empty space, willing him to come back, not wanting him to leave me, to put distance between us.
When he returned, he crawled into the bed, spooned behind me, and held me. Isaac kissed my lips before slipping out of the room.
The next three hours—before I slipped out of the house with Isaac for the afternoon—I spent in Dante’s arms, deep in a sated, dreamless sleep.
Heaven
Homework sucked.
Well, technically, it was schoolwork that, since I took online classes, was done at home.
Still, it sucked.
But it was done for the week and just in time for me to cook dinner. The house was quiet, had been since everyone vacated a few hours ago. I hadn’t seen Dante since he’d gone to his room right after breakfast, hoped he was getting some rest.
With my headphones still in, I danced around the kitchen, enjoying the solitude as I worked. I made baked chicken with mashed potatoes and green peas. Taking into account Everly was vegetarian, I baked her a potato, added some broccoli I steamed in the microwave, and tossed on some melted cheddar. For some reason, the girl loved that dish.
I set the chicken on the stove, grabbing the plates so I could dish it up. I turned, squealed, jerking my earphones from my ears. There, watching me from a safe distance, was Ian, Everly, and Isaac. All three with amused smirks on their faces.
Thanks to my headphones, I hadn’t heard them come home.
“What? I like to listen to music while I cook.”
“It’s true,” Everly agreed. “She does. She also likes to dance.”
“Go get settled,” I told them, pointing toward the dining room. “I’ll bring it along in a second.”
Dante appeared, his eyes scanning the room. He glanced at me, over to the other three, then back. “You were dancing, weren’t you?”
“I was,” I snipped.
He laughed, then grabbed drinks and went into the dining room with the others.
I smiled to myself, enjoying the fact that I’d made them all smile. It was my goal in life.
Not to mention, it made me feel a bit better about the situation. While I had enjoyed what had happened with Isaac earlier, it weirded me out. Probably because I was more of a one-man woman, and this situation was growing more intense with every passing minute.
Not that I had to participate. I knew that I could easily tell them no and they’d respect my decision. But part of me was curious, I figured. Which meant the only person I had to blame was myself.
However, I had every intention of easing out, allowing the four of them to do what they needed to do. That way, when I told them I was going to stay with my sister, perhaps they’d be too distracted to care.
“All right,” I said, joining them at the table. “What did everyone do today?”
“Slept,” Dante said simply.
“You needed it,” I told him. “I’m glad you did. And everyone else?”
“Do you want a recap of what I did to you in the bathroom?” Isaac quipped.
My eyes shot up to his face. “You made a joke. That’s the first time you’ve made a joke.”
He rolled his eyes. “You want that recap?”
“Not necessary,” I told him. “They’ve all got vivid imaginations. I’m sure they can figure it out.”
“We went to Chatter PR,” Everly said after taking her first bite of potato. “Why is it that your potatoes are always better than mine?”
I grinned. “That little pat of love I add.” I swallowed down mashed potatoes. “What’s Chatter PR?”
“A public relations company,” she explained.
I turned my attention to Isaac. “You work there?”
“Not exactly,” Ian supplied. “We work in their personal protection division. They’ve got plenty of others.”
“Yeah, they do,” Everly agreed. “They’ve also got all the Doms from Dichotomy working there.”
“Not all,” Isaac corrected.
“A few subs, too,” Ian noted.
“True. Quite a few,” Everly agreed.
“What did you do there?” I asked Everly, keeping the conversation moving while we all ate.
She blushed, then looked over at Isaac.
“No, no,” I said quickly. “I don’t need those details, either.”
Isaac and Ian laughed.
“What did you do?” Ian asked me.
“I finished my work for the week, called my boss, begged her not to fire me. She assured me my job was safe and secure and would be waiting for me on Saturday.”
“Saturday?” Ian and Isaac shared a look.
“What?” I glanced between them, then sighed. “This can’t go on forever. While I get that I can’t go home, I also can’t give up my job. I don’t want to.”
“Eager to get out of here?” Ian asked.
“Actually…” I let the word drag out. “I … um … I think it’s best if I go stay with my sister.”
All eyes turned to me. Their abrupt movements had me dropping my fork.
“Is that a decision you made because of what’s going on here?”
I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to read something int
o that. Not wanting to brush it off, nor did I want to tackle that beast right now, I nodded. “I think it’s best.”
“For who?” Everly asked.
I honestly didn’t want to go into this with such a large audience, so I shrugged it off. “Can we all talk about something else, please?”
No one said anything for a few minutes and the silence began strangling me.
“So, I cooked, Everly’s going to clean, and you boys are going to go downstairs and do what boys do,” I said, looking from one to the other. “While you do that, I was wondering if Everly and I could have a pillow fight naked. You know, to keep ourselves busy.”
Everly laughed, Isaac smirked, and Ian groaned.
Still, the tension was there, tightening its deathly grip.
An hour later, Everly and I were up to our neck in warm water. Turned out, Isaac had a jacuzzi tub in his bathroom, and since it wasn’t quite warm outside, she’d suggested we hang out there. I was not about to say no to an opportunity such as that.
“Okay, so I’m going to get personal,” I warned her.
“You’ve never warned me before,” she teased.
“True. But I need to know about this … butt plug thing.”
Everly’s face turned a pretty shade of pink.
“Are you still wearing it?”
She shook her head. “No. Thank God.”
“Does it hurt … you know … to wear it?”
“Not really, no. It’s uncomfortable at first.”
I frowned, let my hand float on the churning water. “I mean, I get what it’s for. To stretch … uh … that part.” Now my face was turning pink. “So I take it you’ve had anal sex.”
“I have.” She said it so easily, as though I wasn’t talking about an intimate act.
“Does it hurt?”
“Let’s just say it’s intense. But I do like it. Under the right conditions.”
“You’re not all that sweet and innocent,” I told her, pointing right at her.
“Far from it.”
“But you wouldn’t know it by looking at you.”
“Maybe that’s part of the appeal,” she said.
“I could see it. Guys get all hot for the sweet girl who’s dirty in the bedroom.”
“Now I have a question for you.”
I grinned. “Hit me.”
“Have you ever been with a woman?”
Wow. That wasn’t what I expected her to ask.
“I actually have. Sort of.”
“It’s either all or nothing, no?”
“Well … it was a long time ago. I was dating this guy and we were hanging out with his best friend and his best friend’s girlfriend. We were making out side by side. Things heated up. There was some experimenting that took place. Just when things started to really get hot, her boyfriend got all possessive, put a stop to it.”
“That sucks.”
“Yeah. What about you?”
“No. I haven’t.”
“Ever thought about it?”
“I might’ve entertained the idea once or twice.”
I flicked water her direction. “You are just a tiny bundle of surprises, aren’t you?”
Her answer was a beautiful grin.
FOURTEEN
Dante
I knew when they mentioned wanting to talk to me that it was going to be intense.
Still, I made the trek down the stairs without hesitation. If they wanted the brutal details of the worst time of my life, I would give them to them. As much as I remembered, anyway.
When I arrived in the basement, Ian and Isaac were sitting on the leather sofas, chatting. They didn’t get quiet as I approached, which I took to mean they weren’t talking about me. Then again, they were speaking in what I assumed was Irish, so it wouldn’t have mattered. I had no idea what they were saying.
I stopped between them, not sure what to do next.
Ian said something, and I caught one word in English, my gaze shooting to him.
“That’s correct. I instructed you to kneel,” he said, pointing to the floor near his feet.
The deep, rich tone had that strange tingling sensation dancing down my spine. Obedient and eager, I lowered myself before him.
“I know you think we brought you down here so we can interrogate you some more. You’re right. That’s my plan. Then again, that’s always my plan. Do you have a problem with that?”
“No, Sir.”
“While I have every intention of getting to know you on every level, I will tell you that you’re not obligated to share anything you don’t want to share when it comes to your childhood. I won’t lie. We’re curious by nature, dug up the information. Whether accurate or not, we got a glimpse into what happened. But we didn’t do it to invade your privacy.”
I didn’t say a word, not quite sure I could agree with that.
“Did you fill out a limit list at Inferno?”
“No, Sir. They don’t require that information.”
“So, how does a Dominant know what you’re willing to do and not do?”
I thought it was a rhetorical question, but when Ian didn’t continue, I realized he was waiting for me to respond.
“I don’t know, Sir.”
“They don’t,” he said, as though my response hadn’t mattered. “The issue I’m having is that we want to play with you.”
His hand slid into my hair, then slowly tilted my head back. He stared down at me, his eyes intense.
“I can’t very well play with you without knowing your boundaries. And if you even try to lie and say you don’t have any, I’ll kick your ass right out of my house.”
“I have them, Sir.”
He nodded, his eyes still locked with mine. His voice was softer when he spoke again. “We want to play with you, Dante. We want to give you what you need. It’s taken a tremendous amount of restraint to have you here this week and not be able to do that.”
I swallowed, fought the emotion that slammed into my chest.
“Have you ever had a Dom want more from you than your body?” Isaac asked.
Ian released my hair and I lowered my head once more. “No, Sir.”
“Then it’s safe to say you’ve never had two Doms who want that.”
My chest felt as though someone was blowing up a balloon inside it. “No, Sir.”
“In order for that to come to fruition, we have to know what you need. Everything you need.”
I focused on breathing, hating myself for wanting this so much.
“I saw you with Everly,” Isaac continued. “You wanted her, but you didn’t know how to take what you wanted.”
“That’s not true, Sir.”
“No?”
“No, Sir.”
“Then tell me what happened.”
“I needed you,” I said softly.
“Me?”
“Yes, Sir. I needed you with me. Wanted you with me.” Knowing I had to get this out, I took a deep breath and surrendered to it. “I won’t deny I want her. I’ve always wanted her. Being with Everly … it transcended anything I’d ever known. But it wasn’t until you came in, gave me your permission, that I could actually take it.”
“You want absolute domination,” Ian mumbled.
Even though it wasn’t a question, I answered. “Yes, Sir.” My voice trembled when the next words came out. “I want to be a humble servant, to give my whole self to my Master. Or Masters. I want someone I can trust to take but not break me in the process. I’m willing to give consent to having no consent. It’s what I crave.”
They were both quiet, and though my blood pounded in my ears, I didn’t look up, wasn’t sure I could handle seeing their faces. Most people didn’t understand what I needed. Hell, some submissives didn’t even understand it. But I knew when I found the Dominant who could handle me, he wouldn’t need a long, drawn-out explanation.
“He raped you.”
It was Ian’s voice, full of anger and torment, that had me lifting my gaze to his. �
��Yes, Sir. He did. But he didn’t break me.”
His eyes locked on mine. There was no pity there, like I’d expected. Just a need to understand.
“We don’t want to hurt you,” he said softly, as though it pained him to think that it was possible.
“You won’t.”
“How can you be so sure?” Isaac asked.
I looked at him. “Because I trust you.”
Isaac got to his feet, his eyes never leaving my face. “I want a limit list by morning. Filled out completely, no blank spaces. If it’s there by the time I come out for our run”—he swallowed, his eyes narrowing—“then you’ll know what it’s like to be owned by this Dom.”
With that parting shot, he turned and left the basement.
I remained where I was, kneeling beside Ian, my heart in my fucking throat.
“Once he claims you,” Ian said softly, “he won’t let you go. He doesn’t do that lightly. In fact, until you, he’s never taken a male submissive.”
My heart was beating so loud I was sure Ian could hear it.
“Nor have I.” His hand slid into my hair again. This time, he wasn’t gentle when he jerked my head back. His voice was a rough growl when he spoke. “And for the first time in my life, I want that.”
He released me, got to his feet. “Follow.”
I got to my feet, fell into step behind him. He took a stack of papers off his desk, handed them to me.
“We’re going out at seven in the morning,” he said quickly.
“I’ll have it completed, Sir.”
He nodded, turned, stopped, keeping his back to me. “Have you been up to the library?”
“No, Sir.”
“Will you?”
I opted for the truth. “Not unless you make me.”
“Understood. And you can rest assured, we will never make you do something you don’t want to do. Good night.”
“Good night, Sir.”
With the limit list in my hands, I went to my room, settled on the bed, and got to work.
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