Tears welled in her eyes. “Love?”
Roarke came to stand in front of them. “Yes, baby. We love you. Both of us. We want you. Both of us. Do you love us?”
She didn’t even hesitate.
“Yes.”
Sam sighed, relief filling his face.
“But there are things about me you don’t know. Things that might put you off being with me.”
Roarke narrowed his gaze. “You married? Got a secret boyfriend?”
She gasped. “No!”
“Criminal record?”
“No.”
“Well, then, it can’t be too bad.”
“Yes, it can,” she whispered.
“Tell us,” Sam urged.
“I can’t. I’m not ready. I’m scared when I tell you that you’ll think I’m too much work.”
Roarke crouched down. “Ava. Look at me.”
She glanced up at him, tears welling in her eyes.
“Whatever it is, we’ll deal with it, okay? Trust us. We both come with our own issues, everybody does.”
She nodded, tears falling down her cheeks. “I want to tell you, it’s just hard...” she sobbed.
Roarke drew her into his arms, Sam hugging her from behind as they surrounded her, holding her close. Damn these two sure knew how to make a girl feel secure. She sighed with pleasure, resting her head against Roarke’s chest.
Pulling back, Roarke kissed her on the nose. “How about if we cuddle on the sofa and watch a movie?”
“You as well?” she asked and he nodded, surprising her.
“And when you’re ready to talk, we’ll be here to listen. Just don’t take too long.”
“Yes, Sir.”
*****
“Please, Roarke. I’m ready.” Ava looked at him, holding her breath as he stared back. It had been two weeks since he and Sam had turned up at The Wild Tortoise for her and although they’d played plenty in the bedroom, with Roarke taking charge, she’d yet to experience the playroom firsthand.
She’d watched plenty.
She was ready. For all of it. Play and sex.
Finally, Roarke nodded. “All right. Pet, help our little one get ready.”
With a grin, she let Sam lead her away.
Sam took her to her bedroom and she gaped at what lay on the bed. A small, red negligee that was basically see-through.
“You expect me to wear that?” she squeaked. She still wasn’t all that comfortable being naked around them, but was this really any better?
“It’s this or naked,” Sam said cheerfully.
With a deep sigh, she picked up the negligee. “All right, I’ll wear this. Go get ready.”
Smiling, Sam gave her a deep kiss. “Stay here. I’ll come back and get you.”
Ava slipped the negligee on and stared at herself in the mirror, surprised at how the red of the negligee made her skin seem creamier, smoother. She looked hot. Sexy. A burst of self-confidence buoyed her.
“Wow.” Sam said.
Turning, the look of Sam’s heated wonder on his face gave her a further boost and as she walked towards him, she added an extra sway to her hips.
“You look hot.”
Yeah, she did.
Sam took her hand and led her out of the room.
“Damn, girl, I wish I could play with you tonight. I have never seen anything sexier.”
Ava smiled and took a deep breath as they entered the playroom.
Tonight she was going to experience all sort of delicious, scary things.
And she was nervous as hell.
Sam squeezed her hand then dropped to his knees on the mat. He spread his legs apart, dropped his hands onto his thighs and lowered his head. Ava gaped at him for a moment before quickly doing the same, albeit not nearly so quickly.
“Now that’s a sight to warm a dominant’s heart.” Roarke’s rich, deep voice washed over her in soothing waves. “I must have two of the sexiest, most delicious subs in the world. Shall we see if they’re the most obedient?”
His shoes came into Ava’s line of vision. “Undo my pants, little one,” he ordered gruffly.
With a gulp and a shiver of anticipation, she reached up and pulled down the zipper of his pants. It was the only item of clothing he had on, which was more than she or Sam had been allowed.
As she pulled his pants down, his cock sprang free.
Licking her lips, she reached out and touched it.
Smack!
She snatched her hand back where Roarke had sharply smacked it.
“Ouch!” She glared up at him.
He stared disapprovingly down at her, his eyebrow raised. “Did I say you could touch, little one?”
Shaking her head, she bit down on her lip, wondering if she’d already fucked things up.
“Hey now,” he said, his voice warmer as he cupped her cheek. “None of that now. You’re just new to this, little one, and you’re going to make mistakes. You can’t stress over that. If you make a mistake, I’ll correct you and you’ll try extra hard not to make it again, okay?”
With a deep breath she nodded and smiled.
“Good girl. Now take my dick into your mouth. No touching me, though.”
Eagerly she moved forward and took the thick, round head into her mouth.
“Ahh, that’s so good, little one.” He cupped the back of her head and she warmed at his praise. “Sam, take my balls into your mouth.”
Sam moved closer to her, ducking beneath and she wished she could see him taking Roarke’s sac into his mouth, but she was too busy concentrating on his delicious cock.
“Let me go now, little one and lick my shaft. Use Sam for balance if you need to. Shit, pet, that feels so good,” he told Sam.
With one hand on her head, his other on Sam’s neck, Roarke guided them both. Pleasure heated her blood, making her quiver as moisture escaped her folds.
“That’s right. Pet, play with my asshole. Little one, I want you to take me deep. Make me come. Take me in. Good girl, deep now.”
Opening her mouth wide, she took him in as deep as she could.
“Breathe through your nose. That feels so good.”
His cock seemed to grow larger then Roarke let out a loud groan. “I’m coming, my loves.”
Ava swallowed his seed, licking at him even when he was spent.
Breathing heavily, Roarke took a step back. Ava’s whimper joined Sam’s.
“Shh,” Roarke said soothingly, cupping each of their cheeks. “Thank you. That was magnificent. Now Sam, can you help our little one up, please? Then I want both of you to stand beside the St Andrew’s Cross.”
Sam jumped up and Ava took the hand he offered, letting him pull her up. He continued to hold her hand as he led her to the large wooden cross over the other side of the room. It wasn’t attached to a wall, but rather had supports holding it up. Sam positioned her in front of it then took a step back, winking at her. She managed a nervous smile back.
“Scared, little one?” Roarke asked as he walked over to them. He’d done his black pants back up.
“A little, Sir,” she replied.
“Good,” he told her, running his hand over her back. “A bit scared is good. If you get too frightened, what do you do?”
“I say yellow if I want to slow down and my safe word if I want to stop altogether.”
“And what’s your safe word?”
“Santa.”
“Good girl. Sam’s going to stay right beside you. The only answers I expect from you are ‘Yes, Sir’ and ‘as you wish, Sir’. I am in charge now. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Hold your arms up.”
Ava raised her arms and Roarke slipped off her negligee. She grabbed hold of the material, unable to help herself.
“Ava. Let. Go.” Roarke’s voice was filled with command. She shuddered, every part of her telling her to obey. But she would be completely on display, every single imperfect inch of her.
“I can’t,” she whispered.
“Yes, you can,” he whispered back, his breath tickling her ear. “Because I wish it. I’m going to give you to the count of five then I want you to let go. Remember, little one, in here you only need to worry about doing as I say. Nothing else.”
Easier said than done.
“One.”
Her fingers remained clenched in the soft material, her eyes closing.
“Two.”
She tried to force her fingers open, she really did.
“Three.”
Roarke wanted this from her. And how would this work if she wasn’t willing to give her all?
“Four.”
There was no doubt they found her attractive. She needed to trust them.
“Five.”
Her fingers let go.
“Good girl,” he told her. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
“Hot, totally hot,” Sam agreed
She opened her eyes to find them both staring at her with deep appreciation on their faces and smiled, relaxing slightly.
Sam grabbed one wrist and secured it in a cuff attached to the bar above her head that ran between the top parts of the cross. Her feet were then attached to the bar that ran parallel across the bottom. Peace stole over her.
She’d been caught, secured. Relaxing, she closed her eyes, hearing Roarke moving behind her, but the sound was muted.
“Open your eyes, sweets, and look at me.”
She opened her eyes to find Sam standing on the other side of the cross in front of her.
“Are you okay?” Sam asked.
She nodded.
“Words, Ava,” Sam reminded her.
“Sorry,” she said. “Green, Sir.”
His eyes flared but then he smiled.
“Seems our girl is very submissive if she sees you as topping her,” Roarke spoke up.
Ava then realized what she’d called Sam. Her eyes widened. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean...”
“Hush,” Sam said, pressing a finger against her lips. “I quite liked hearing that from your lips.”
She smiled at him.
“Sam, play with our little’s one’s breasts. I want those nipples nice and hard for me. Remember, the only words I want to hear from your lips, besides your safe word, are Yes Sir.”
Ava gasped as Sam reached down and sucked one nipple into his mouth. He used his fingers to play with the other.
Something brushed against the top of her back, leaving heat in its wake. “What was that?” she squealed. Not being able to see what Roarke was doing back there was a bit more unnerving than she’d figured it would be.
“Pet.” Roarke ordered. Sam immediately stepped back. “That’s ten, little one,” Roarke told her.
“What? Why?”
“For talking without asking permission. You’re not in charge of what happens here, Ava,” Roarke told her.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” she said quickly.
“I want you to count them for me.”
Whack!
Holy shit! That wasn’t his hand.
Sam mouthed the word ‘paddle’ at her.
“No count, that means we start again,” Roarke said. “And I saw that, pet. That’s double for you. Ava needs to learn to let go completely and trust in me. I decide what she needs to know and what she doesn’t.”
Sam nodded his head. “Sorry, Sir.”
“You will be,” Roarke said ominously. “Go and bring me two anal plugs, one small pink one and a large black one.”
Sam turned away immediately as Ava swallowed heavily. Oh hell, an anal plug. Yep, she wasn’t in Kansas anymore.
“We’ll start again,” Roarke told her.
The paddle fell against her buttocks. Oh bubbles.
“One,” she told him.
“One, Sir,” he reprimanded.
“One, Sir,” she said quickly. “Please may I have another?” Now where the hell had that come from?
Smack!
Shit, that burned. Her ass was on fire from only two whacks of a paddle and Sam had twenty coming to him.
“Two, Sir. May I have another please?”
“Certainly,” he replied.
By the time ten came around, Ava was exhausted, her legs trembling. Her ass stung from the heat of the paddle, her pussy on fire with the need for release.
“Where are we at, little one?” Roarke asked, coming to her side to gaze down at her.
“Green, Sir,” she replied on a sigh, floating blissfully on a sea of pleasure and pain.
“Good girl, you took your punishment beautifully,” Roarke praised her and she smiled. He ran his hand down her back then dipped it between her legs, cupping her mound. “Someone is very wet. You’re soaking my hand, little one.”
She whimpered.
“Sam, bring me that pretty pink plug. A pretty plug for a very pretty asshole. Thank you, pet. Part Ava’s cheeks for me. Let’s take a look at this asshole.”
Ava groaned as her ass cheeks were part. She clenched, trying to keep them together. Something stung her asshole, making her cry out.
“Now, that was the cane. It’s good for punishing naughty subs who try to stop their Dom from doing whatever it is they wish to do. The question is, do you need more? Or are you going to relax so I can push this plug deep inside your bottom?”
Ava took a deep breath then another, letting her mind drift so she could relax. Roarke wouldn’t hurt her, well, no more than she wanted.
She relaxed.
“Good girl.” What was it about his praise that went straight to her head like a glass of Champagne?
A slick finger probed her asshole and she hissed. Oh God, it burned, but at the same time it felt so good as he pushed his finger back and forth.
“Damn, this is a tight asshole. I’m going to have to prepare it well to take my cock,” Roarke said.
Another finger joined the first as Sam moved around in front of her once more, his eyes dark with arousal. “Like that, sweet? Do you like Sir’s fingers in your ass?” he asked as he played with her nipples, tweaking them then rolling them between his fingers.
“Yes,” she cried out, the dual effect of his fingers on her nipples and Roarke’s in her ass almost overwhelming her.
“Damn, I think she’s close,” Roarke said with some amazement. “No coming without my permission, little one.”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied on a gasp as he slammed his fingers deep.
“This ass is going to feel so good around my dick. So hot and firm. Sam, reach around and hold her open for me so I can fit this plug nice and deep.”
Ava was still shuddering with how close she’d gotten to orgasm that she didn’t even register what they were doing until the plug was entering her ass.
“Ohh,” she cried out. “Please, Sir,” she pleaded.
“Please what, little one?” Roarke asked in a deep voice.
“More,” she groaned.
“With pleasure.” the plug went deep then he pulled it back out. Then deep again.
“Oh, God. Oh, God.”
Finally he pushed it all the way in then left it there, patting her bottom lightly. “Now that is a pretty sight. A pink plug playing peekaboo in between some blushing red cheeks.” Reaching down he thrust two fingers deep into her pussy. “Ahh, just as I thought, you like anal play, don’t you?”
Ava concentrated on her breathing.
Smack!
She jolted at the sting.
“Answer me when I ask you a question, little one.”
Oh bubbles, what had he asked her? Oh, yes, anal play.
“Yes, Sir. I liked it.”
“Good. So did I. now, I’m going to use the flogger on you again. This time, without interruption. Sam is going to lick your pussy, but you mustn’t come, understand? Disobey me on this and you won’t come for a week.”
A week? Hell, it felt like she could barely go an hour without wanting one of them.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied.
“Sam, go for
it.”
“Yes, Sir,” Sam agreed with such enjoyment that she smiled. Then his tongue touched her clit and she groaned.
The flogger landed on her back, distracting her. It didn’t hurt like she thought it would. Instead it left her skin tingling with a deep warmth that traveled throughout her body, filling her with such need, such longing that she came close to disobeying Roarke a number of times. Each time, Sam seemed to know just when to pull back to keep her from her release.
Roarke moved the flogger over her buttocks, reawakening the burn from the paddle, then he moved to her legs. Ava drifted, her mind flying free of her body, every care and worry disappearing.
Gradually, she fell back into her body to realize to that Sam no longer lapped at her pussy. Instead, he was kissing his way up her body gently.
“You back with us, little one?” Roarke asked.
“Yes, Sir,” she said. “That was amazing.”
Sam chuckled and reached up to untie her hands. She looked down to find her feet already free. Huh, when had that happened?
“That was subspace, sweet,” Sam informed her. When she was free, Roarke pulled her up into his arms.
“It was?” she asked. “Whatever it was, I liked it.”
Roarke sat in the large chair over one side of the room. Sam handed him a blanket which he tucked around her even though she wasn’t cold. Sam held a bottle of water up to her mouth. Ava took a deep drink, realizing how thirsty she was.
“Easy, little one, not too much.”
Sam pulled back.
Roarke rocked her, holding her close against his chest as Sam kneeled beside them and held her hand.
“How you feeling, Ava?” Roarke asked. “Subspace can be a bit scary, especially at first.”
“I didn’t find it scary, I found it freeing.”
He smiled down at her tenderly. “Good. You obviously trust us a great deal to let go like that and for that I’m so glad.”
She snuggled against his chest. “I like this too,” she said a bit shyly.
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