by Chloe Lang
After Kip.
God, those words meant something far different than before she’d come to Destiny. For five years he was like a dark cloud she could not get out from under. Her life had been ruined after Kip had come into it. She lost everything after Kip’s arrest. Eric and Scott had brought light into her dismal, gray existence. The thick fog Kip had left her had been blown away by them, her cowboys, her protectors, her guys.
After Kip.
It meant he was in the past, a distant memory. Together, she and her loving billionaires had defeated him. Her future had never looked brighter—her future with Eric and Scott by her side.
“Yes, Gretchen. I’ve had all the closure I need.”
Tonight, her men were taking her to Phase Four.
Chapter Seventeen
Megan clasped her hands together to try to keep them from shaking. Eric and Scott, on either side of her, walked her into Phase Four, the BDSM club on West Street not far from Steele Road.
A shiver ran down her spine as they stepped up to the counter of the reception room.
The woman behind the desk was in a leather halter top and Daisy Dukes. The guy behind her was nearly seven foot tall and muscled from head to toe. He wore combat boots, tattered jeans, and a leather vest. His arms were covered in tats and both his ears were pierced and had emeralds in them.
“Here you go, Trixie.” Eric handed the lady the papers Megan had already read and signed earlier. “Room three.”
Scott waved at the guy by the door. “Hey, Sarge.”
The bouncer nodded slightly. She pitied any fool who would try to get past Sarge without the proper invitation.
Trixie handed Eric a key. “Have fun.” She gave Megan a wink and then giggled. “I love first timers, don’t you, Sarge?”
Again, a single nod came from the man, making her wonder what went on inside his head. Something dark and dangerous most likely.
As her guys walked her into Phase Four’s main area, she began to tremble, feeling anxious and expectant.
“Slow night,” Scott said.
It didn’t look slow to her. The place was bustling with bodies. Phase Four was much bigger than she’d imagined it would be. Most were mingling around the three stages, which were all set to the left side of the massive space. To the right was a dance floor with a bar, which she’d already been told served water or juices only—no beer, wine, or liquor.
On two of the stages scenes were being performed.
She looked back and forth at her escorts. God, they were handsome. They obviously could’ve had their pick here from the stares and smiles coming their direction from many of the women in the place. She was glad Eric and Scott had chosen her outfit, though Eric had been the primary lead on that. She didn’t feel so out of place in the leather boots, miniskirt, and white cotton top, which was more snug than she was used to wearing but clearly on the conservative side for Phase Four by what she was seeing.
Her heart hammered in her chest as she saw a woman on the center stage being spanked with the scariest looking paddle she’d ever seen, not that she’d seen many.
She turned her head away, back to the part of Phase Four that looked more like a nightclub than a sex club. The dance floor was bustling with club members. She loved to dance, but had never danced as erotically as the majority of the crowd tonight was. Lasers filled the space and hip-hop music thumped bass notes on her skin.
“What do you think about our club?” Scott’s voice rolled out of his mouth like a growl from a predator.
“It’s a little overwhelming, Sir.” Megan answered as she’d been instructed to back at the mansion. They’d already assumed their roles.
She felt her eyes widen when she spotted the man on the far stage thrashing a woman who was on a thing that looked like a giant X, which she knew from her books must’ve been a St. Andrew’s Cross. He was standing about ten feet from her with a whip. Its crack in the air made Megan jump and her heart skip a beat.
Eric pointed across the room. “That’s our friend Josh. He’s also our pilot. He’s one of the club’s resident Doms. I don’t know who the sub is. Do you, Scott?”
“It looks like Baby to me.”
Eric nodded. “Yes, it is Baby.”
Baby? Was that her real name? Surely not.
The crack of the whip and Baby’s moans were like music. Josh was the conductor, making the symphony. But it was more than that. The little welts he was painting on her flesh were so beautiful. Megan could imagine herself up there with Eric and Scott, feeling the bite of their whips. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to quell the urgency she was feeling in her pussy.
Her nerves were getting the best of her. She’d actually been the one to request this outing. Had that been a mistake? Eric and Scott had jumped on the idea. Now that Felix was dead and Kip couldn’t bother them any longer, they might be able to have some fun together. How long had it been since they’d had sex? Her first. Their…? Millionth, probably. That didn’t bother her any longer. They’d helped her see that she could trust herself, and thereby, she could trust them.
She liked the Dom attire Eric and Scott were wearing. Leather pants, combat boots, black T-shirts, and black Stetsons. They were her two black knights and she was their princess.
Eric touched her thigh. “Ready, little one?”
Her mouth dropped. “To go up on one of those stages, Sir?”
He grinned. “You’re definitely not ready for that one. No. Are you ready to go see the room we had set up for you?”
She tried to answer, but it came out more like a choke. Neither Eric nor Scott looked away. “How, Sir? How did you set up a room for me? We’ve been together all day.”
“She’s going to be a handful, Eric.”
“Four handfuls, Scott.”
Trying to calm herself, she took a deep breath. “Yes, Sir. I’m ready.”
Eric cupped her chin and fixed his eyes on her. His stare only made her even more jittery and hot. “Better, little one. Much better. You can ask questions all you want, but you must answer our questions first. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Color?”
“Green.”
“Let’s go.”
She walked between them through the crowd, thinking about how it had felt to have Scott’s cock inside her body. Was tonight when she would get to know what Eric’s cock felt like inside her pussy? A whiff of their masculine scent made it into her nose. Musk and leather. Their manly scents sent a tingle into her belly.
They came to a door at the end of a long hallway. Eric pulled out the key and unlocked it.
“Inside, sub.” His intensity was like unyielding metal.
“Yes, Sir.” She was already shaking and they’d only held her hand. God, she wanted them, needed them, craved them with every shaky breath that was causing her breasts to heave.
She walked in and Eric and Scott followed behind.
“I’m a little nervous, Sirs,” she confessed, looking around the room which reminded her a lot of the playroom back at the mansion. There were more sex toys here, but only by a fraction. The bench in the middle of the space looked more versatile with all its hinges and rods. Still, it looked to be set up tonight for spanking to her. For me.
“Being nervous can be a good thing, little one.” He leaned in and pressed his thick lips to hers. Her toes curled as his tongue swept into her mouth. She could feel the heat growing between her thighs.
“Lock and load time.” Scott’s tone seemed heavy with possessiveness and hunger.
“That it is, brother. That it is.”
They stripped her of her clothes slowly, meticulously, scanning every inch of newly exposed skin. Her insides began to boil under their intense scrutiny. Their rough fingertips skated over her body, making her dizzy and needy.
Her pussy dampened as they dotted kisses on her body where their fingers had just been. Eric and Scott knew how to rev her engine up.
“Have you sucked a cock before, l
ittle one?”
She shook her head.
“You will tonight.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Color?” Scott asked.
“Green, Sir.”
Scott came behind her and Eric in front.
Eric’s carnal stare caused her head to spin. “On your knees, sub.”
“Yes, Sir.” She lowered herself down with their help, their hands on her shoulders and arms.
“That’s perfect,” Eric said. “Hands behind your back and drop your gaze.”
She obeyed.
“Fuck, that’s a pretty picture.” Scott’s words were deep, laden with what sounded to her as limitless lust.
Eric’s deep voice rumbled, “Time for me to fill up that sweet mouth with my thick cock.”
With her eyes down, she couldn’t see but heard Eric unbutton his pants. Then she saw them fall to his feet in a leathery black pile. She felt his fingers on her chin, forcing her to tilt her head up.
She looked at Eric, standing in front of her with his monstrous cock in his other hand. Her cheeks burned and she moved her eyes up to his.
He shook his head. “Not my eyes, sub. My cock. Look at it. Tell me what you see.”
“Yes, Sir.” She scanned his beautiful dick, taking it all in. “It’s thick.”
“Go on.”
“Long. Nine inches.”
“Nine and a half. Very good. And?”
“Your cockhead looks purplish.”
He moved his fingers from her chin to her cheek. Scott was stroking her hair from behind. The whole thing was making her wet.
“Time for a sample. Put the tip of your finger on the crown of my cock. That’s it. Feel that?”
Her fingers touched a drop of warm liquid. “Yes, Sir.”
“That’s my pre-cum. That tells you I’m hot for you, little one. God, I’m fucking on fire for you.” She’d never heard Eric so impassioned before, and she liked it. “Taste it.”
“Yes, Sir.” She brought her fingertip up to her mouth.
She stuck out her tongue and licked.
He tasted salty and spicy, and it sent a new bout of shivers through her body and down into her pussy. Drinking on his lust, she couldn’t get over the fact that this was really happening. He wanted her. Scott wanted her. And God, how she wanted them. She wanted to touch them, to caress their muscles, enjoy the feel of their bronzed bodies on her fingers. These were her saviors, her protectors, her lovers. They’d done so much for her, and more than anything, she wanted to be the woman that would please them the way they deserved to be pleased.
Eric stepped forward, placing his big feet on the outside of her thighs. “I don’t want you to open your mouth yet, understand?”
She nodded, actually feeling the heat coming off his body on her skin.
“I want you to get comfortable with my cock. Kiss it.”
She kissed the middle of his shaft.
“Unclasp your hands, little one, and touch my dick. Get to know how it feels.”
Scott rubbed her shoulders, which felt wonderful, while she followed all of Eric’s instructions to the letter. She held him in her hand, and could actually feel his pulse in his cock. She leaned in, inhaling his scent of musk and spice.
“Gently cup my balls, sub.”
“Yes, Sir.” They felt heavy in her hands.
“You want to taste me, little one?”
She nodded, as hot trembles raced through her belly and down her thighs.
“I want that, too.”
She kissed his balls, which were tight against his body.
Eric blew out a hot, lusty breath.
“Hard for you to keep your own control with our pet, isn’t it?” Scott asked. “I’ve never seen you so unhinged before, bro.”
“And I know you’re loving it, aren’t you? Don’t worry about me. She needs us more than ever to keep our heads.”
“Agreed.”
Eric moved his hands to her hair. His fingers threaded through her locks, raising her temperature another degree. He smiled down, his face kind, his deep blue eyes devastating her. “You’ve never done this before, so I want you to listen hard to what I’m about to say, okay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
His left hand moved to her neck. “There’s a gag reflex inside this pretty little throat. It’s natural as can be. I don’t want you trying to prove anything by pushing yourself too far. Tonight, I want you to lick the head of my cock and then put it in your mouth. That’s all until I tell you otherwise, little one.”
Tears pricked at the back of her eyes. God, whenever he called her that, everything inside her came alive. The tenderness she’d sensed in him early on was now out in the open and pointed right at the center of her heart. He and Scott had captured all of her being. She was theirs. No doubt about it.
It was as if every thought that entered her mind, they could hear, every emotion that sprung inside her, they could sense. But it didn’t end with them knowing her inner workings better than she knew them herself. These brothers became whatever she needed them to be—tough and demanding sometimes, gentle and indulgent at other times.
She kissed Eric’s cockhead, relishing the fresh drop of pre-cum on her lips. She licked the saltiness of Eric’s essence and looked up as his eyes narrowed into a hungry stare.
“Open your mouth and take in the crown. Don’t suck on it yet.” His words, though tender, held a tinge of risk and passion. He was on the edge of his control, and that made her both jittery and ecstatic.
She opened her mouth wide and moved her lips to the head of his cock.
He groaned a little, and she felt for a brief second his hand press lightly on the back of her head. “Damn, I feel like a teenage boy with her.”
Scott laughed. “See how you’re getting to him, sweetheart? Mr. Control is having trouble. I love it. You better not shoot your load down her pretty little virgin throat.”
“Shut the fuck up. I’m trying to concentrate here.” Eric’s breathing was heavy.
Megan loved the impact she was having on him. Keeping his crown in her mouth, she rolled her tongue over his cock slit and was rewarded with another drop of deliciousness.
“Holy hell, Megan,” Eric blew out. “Damn, that feels good. Okay, you can suck me now.”
She sucked hard, hollowing out her cheeks, continuing to swirl her tongue around his cockhead. Scott shifted to the floor behind her, and then his hands came around and cupped her breasts. His lips kissed the back of her neck, causing her to moan into Eric’s cock inside her mouth.
“Enough,” Eric groaned. “I know my fucking limits and I’m already there. One more lick, little one, and then we move on to the next phase of tonight’s activities.”
“Shouldn’t our sub try to swallow a cock fully at least once?” Scott said, his teasing, brotherly tone not lost on her.
“Yes. She should. It’s important. Give me a second.” Eric buried his hand in her hair again. “Okay, little one. I want you to relax your throat. Think about how you would open your mouth and say ‘ah’ at the dentist. It’s the same thing without the sound. If you understand me, squeeze my cock with your right hand.
Keeping his cockhead in her mouth, she squeezed his shaft as he’d told her to do.
“Okay, ready?”
She squeezed him again.
He thrust lightly in and out of her mouth, sending his cock a fraction of an inch deeper down her throat.
“Look at that pretty little cocksucker go.” Scott gently massaged her breast. “How’s she doing?”
Eric groaned. “She’s killing me. Fuck. Feels good.” His self-control was something to behold. He was on the edge of release but held himself steady. She could feel the pulse of his cock thudding harder and harder against her lips. She wanted to take more of him, more inches. She didn’t even have three inches of Eric down her throat yet.
Ahhh. Her throat was tightening and panic crawled at the edge of her consciousness.
“Enough.” Eric pulled
out of her mouth, once again clearly sensing her emotions before they got the better of her. He brushed the hair out of her eyes. “You did great, little one. Really good.”
“Her first time and she nearly sent you to the moon,” Scott said, continuing torturing her breasts with his fingertips. “Can you imagine how good she’s going to be in a few weeks?”
“God no. Imagine how she’ll be in a couple of months. If we aren’t very careful, she’ll be the one in control, not us.”
His praise unraveled her and ignited every feminine part of her.
She felt a slight tug on her hair from behind.
“That won’t be happening,” Scott said. “In our bedroom, in our playroom, and here at Phase Four, she’s our sub. We are in control. Always.”
“Agreed.” Eric stepped out of his pants, which had been down around his ankles. His monstrous cock was straight up and glistening with her saliva. Then he removed the rest of his clothes in a flash. His ripped, muscled body was right in front of her. She wanted to reach out and touch him, but she didn’t, remembering the protocols they’d already taught her. “I’m ready to take her virginity.”
She wasn’t sure what he meant by that. Hadn’t Scott already done that the other night? Of course he had.
Scott laughed, his hands moving up and down her arms. “Our sub is confused.”
Eric smiled. “I asked you the other night if you had ever had anal sex. You told us you’d never had any kind of sex before. Well, tonight, I will be the first man to claim your pretty ass, little one.”
Her anxiety shot up.
She felt Scott’s lips on her ears. “Trust us, Megan. What color are you?”
They’d proven time and again they deserved her trust. She did trust them.
Though the tiniest of anxiety remained about what they were about to do to her, she said, “Green, Sirs. I’m green.”
They lifted her up together and placed her facedown on the bench that was bent in the middle. Her heartbeats raced in her chest as she felt Eric’s hands cup her ass.
