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Their Virgin Hostage, Masters of Ménage, Book 5

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by Black, Shayla


  Kinley turned to him, frowning. “What?”

  “An exchange. You offered information for sexual knowledge. I want to teach you about our lifestyle and what it can offer you.”

  “I don’t think this is the time, Dominic.”

  “We don’t have anything else to do while we wait on the feds, unless you want to watch Riley play with his keyboard all day.”

  Riley’s middle finger shot up. “I’m doing more than playing with my keyboard.”

  “All right,” Dominic conceded. “Tell me, what can you really accomplish by examining all these files now?”

  Riley groaned. “Not as much as I’d like. I need to get into Jansen’s systems, but he’s protected himself. They’re shut down right now. I hope to fuck he’s not destroying them as we speak.”

  “We can’t do anything about that until the feds get back to us. So we need some way to occupy our time,” Law drawled. “Any ideas?”

  He thrust his hands in Kinley’s hair and lowered his lips to her, kissing her hard. He winked at her as he came back up for air.

  “I’m not sure I can figure out what he was transporting with the information in front of me.” Riley sounded really disappointed about that.

  Dominic understood. “But we’re not leaving here until we’ve pieced everything together with the feds and we think the case is pretty tight. Until then, we’re holed up, pet, and I can’t think of anything I would rather do than take you up on your offer.”

  Law rubbed her arm, his whole body relaxing. “You gave us the information we need.”

  “Not exactly. Riley found it,” she pointed out.

  “On your tablet. So now it’s our turn.” Dominic had some very specific things he wanted to teach her. “Unless you’re still sore. If that’s the case, we can simply talk for a while.”

  “I’m fine.” Her voice was a soft, breathy tone. Instinctively, her gaze dropped to the floor. “Are you a Dominant, Sir?”

  “Yes.” A smile played at his lips. Hearing her call him that would never get old.

  “And I’m a submissive?”

  “Absolutely,” Law whispered in her ear. “You’re the sweetest little sub I’ve ever seen.”

  A grin curled her mouth up. “So I call you my Doms?”

  “Yes, pet.”

  Her smile widened until she looked as if she was trying to keep a straight face. “You’re Dominic, the Dom.”

  He sighed. “Yes, pet. I think I was aptly named.”

  “You’re Dom Dominic.”

  “While true, that’s not exactly how you should phrase it.” He frowned.

  “You’re Dom Dom.” The smile zipped across her face. “I get to call you Dom Dom.”

  Kinley burst out laughing. Law and Riley joined in.

  Dominic was not about to spend the rest of his life being called Dom Dom. “Pet, every time you call me that, I’ll give you twenty swats. They will not be for pleasure. You may call me Sir for now. If you accepted a collar from me, you would call me Master. I am your Dom. It’s a status, not a title.”

  She pouted. “But Dom Dom is so much fun.”

  The girl was begging for it. “So is reddening your ass. Off with the clothes, pet. That’s twenty over my knee.”

  She turned to Law, and Dominic couldn’t miss the high-pitched squeaking sound as she wiggled that fabulous backside on the glass top of the desk. Everyone in the room winced at the noise.

  “He has no sense of humor,” Kinley complained.

  Law shook his head. “Not a lot, but I think this time he really just wants to smack your ass. Have I told you how good those jeans look on you?”

  “I have a great sense of humor,” Dominic insisted. “But I will not allow my submissive to call me Dom Dom, even if she does look like sex on two legs in those jeans. I confess, the fuzzy pink socks distract a bit from the vision.”

  She wrinkled her nose adorably, obviously happy with the compliments. “If you want bare feet, don’t take me to Alaska.”

  Law moved between her legs, dragging those pink clad feet up around his waist as Kinley laughed. “I don’t know. I think the socks are easier on my back than a pair of stilettos.”

  “I’m not leaving my socks on when we’re in bed.” Kinley held on to Law for balance, looking breathless, flushed, and excited.

  “We’re not going to bed, pet,” Dominic explained.

  “But I kind of thought by ‘explaining,’ you meant you were going to teach me some naughty bedroom things.” She was blushing again and obviously hoping she was right.

  “This relationship will not be relegated solely to the bedroom. Your first rule is that we will take you anywhere, anytime, and in any way we wish. I want to see you in the sunshine.”

  “But—”

  “Ah, ah, ah. Don’t protest. There’s no one out here, except perhaps the moose. And we’ll protect you from him.”

  Riley chuckled. “I can think of so many places to play with you, sweetheart. We’re going to have fun walking you through a dungeon.”

  “A dungeon? Like a medieval torture chamber?”

  Law sent his brother a dirty look. “No, baby. It’s not scary like that. A dungeon is just what we call a play space. We have a nice big one back home. It’s got all kinds of toys. We have plenty here, too. The James brothers are…well, we know them from a private club.”

  “So they’re all Dommy, too?”

  Law groaned. “Oh, baby, we’re going to have to teach you a little respect. Hand over the sweater. I think Dominic’s just about at the end of his rope after the Dom Dom crack. If he doesn’t get you over his knee soon, he’ll pull out the big guns. Delayed gratification.”

  “That sounds horrible,” she grumbled as she pulled the sweater over her head. “We have to work on his sense of humor. I hope Annabelle’s men aren’t so stuffy.”

  “You might not think I have a sense of humor, but I assure you, I possess a fine sense of decorum, pet. I expect that what happens between us stays between us. There is a very big difference between Annabelle running out of sugar and you treating our relationship like fodder for the gossip rags.”

  Kinley stood naked from the waist up. Now, she didn’t try to hide, but merely placed her hands on her hips and stared him down. She seemed more comfortable with her own body now than she had last night, and that pleased him immensely.

  “If you think I am not going to talk to my very dearest friend in the world about the fact that I finally made love, you really don’t understand women,” she insisted.

  Dominic had to school his expression to something properly masterful because all he wanted to do was grin. She was utterly adorable. And fuckable. Though he would probably have to correct her sassy tone, he loved the fact that she felt safe enough to try using it with him. She wouldn’t have two days ago. “I would think women, especially a woman raised the way you were, would be a bit circumspect.”

  She shook her head and looked to Law. “Does he watch TV? He has to know that if Annabelle was actually sleeping with those men—which she isn’t because I would know—but if by some miracle she is, then we will be comparing notes, if you know what I mean. So if that’s one of the rules, then you should just start spanking me now. This is the most interesting thing that has ever happened to me. All of my life, all I’ve had to contribute to the conversation was things like, ‘Hey, I got a great deal on a ton of used clothes and after I finish washing them, I’m going to hand them out.’ Once I get home, it’s possible that everyone will just want to talk about how pathetic I am because my family and fiancé wanted to kill me. So I will totally be switching topics to talk about my suddenly crazy sex life with three hot guys.”

  “I think she has a point,” Riley commented. He suddenly wasn’t so interested in his computer. In fact, Dominic didn’t think he could get his friend’s stare off Kinley’s breasts even with a crowbar. “Though she’s crazy if she thinks no one will talk about her sex life.”

  Kinley giggled. Dominic’s hand started
to itch.

  “I don’t care what the tabloids write anymore. They’ve never been kind, so I don’t think they’ll start now. And I didn’t say I would talk to the press about what happens in freaky dungeons, just Annabelle. But I might lay it on thick with a couple of Becks’s friends who have never been nice to me, the ones who used to say that I couldn’t snag a man to save my life. Maybe the three of you could show up at the country club without your shirts on. That’ll drop some jaws and make some ladies faint.” Kinley grinned.

  Riley had wrung his hands about Kinley accepting them? Dominic shook his head incredulously. Hell, she was ready to parade them around. And that wasn’t happening.

  “The pants, pet,” he barked.

  She unbuttoned the fly of her jeans and stood. Riley was right there to help her pull them down. He made sure to cup her every curve as he dragged them off her body.

  “I probably won’t go back to the country club,” she admitted as she pulled off her socks. “I won’t be able to afford it. I didn’t like it, anyway. Maybe I’ll just move to Chicago and live with Annabelle.”

  Not if he had anything to say about it. “Come here. There will be time to decide all that later, but at first I think it’s best if we either stay here for a while or hole up at my place. It’s gated, and we’ll want to keep the reporters out.”

  Kinley sent him a cautious stare. “I thought you would just send me home.”

  Understandable assumption since they hadn’t worked anything out yet, but she definitely wasn’t going home or in any way leaving them. “No, pet. You still won’t be safe. You’ll need one of us with you at all times until Jansen is permanently in jail.”

  Or dead.

  “I could hire a bodyguard.” She frowned. “Maybe I couldn’t.”

  “You can obey your Masters and everything will be fine. I know there’s an awful lot to think about and discuss—later. Now is for us. Do you understand?”

  Dominic didn’t want her to worry. It would be easy for her to do, and she had every right, but he’d rather have her here in the moment with all of them together…just in case their meeting with the feds didn’t go as he hoped. He wanted to forge a bond that would be difficult to break.

  She squirmed a bit, looking pensive. Then she relented. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Excellent. Law, would you see if the James brothers have a few essentials in their playroom while I take care of our sub’s discipline?”

  Law hesitated for a moment then nodded decisively, as if he’d just reached the same conclusions Dominic had. “On it.”

  “Is she ready?” Riley asked.

  “I just want to be equipped in case she is. And there’s always prep work to be done. We might as well begin opening her to us in all ways now. Unless you were planning on taking turns forever.”

  “We don’t have to rush her,” Riley argued.

  Dominic disagreed. Riley had spent less time with Kinley, so he didn’t know her capabilities yet. Hopefully, today would rectify that. It was vital that they all begin functioning as a unit—as a family—in case their tomorrow was put on hold by the feds, the press, her family…whomever.

  “I don’t want to wait,” Kinley protested. “I’ve waited all my life. I’ve been careful, and the one time I did something crazy, well…that was the happiest night of my life. Too many things can happen, Riley. I want all my men.”

  Riley nodded and brushed a gentle kiss across her lips. Law beamed a proud smile her way, then strode out the door.

  Dominic patted his lap. “I think we’re up to forty now, pet.”

  “Forty? What the—”

  “I don’t recommend finishing that question unless you want sixty instead.” He was going to love disciplining her.

  Kinley shook her head mutely.

  “I knew you were a smart girl. Remember how fun you thought it was to call me Dom Dom? Well, now I get to show you my version of fun. Then we’ll move on to the orgasm-denial portion of the afternoon.”

  Kinley stifled the argument he saw on her face and practically jumped across his lap. They would have to work on her form, but he appreciated the enthusiasm. “I’m ready, Sir.”

  “I bet you are. Riley, are you joining me? I suspect that despite your attempts to be standoffish, you’ve already given in.”

  He’d looked too satisfied the night before, and it hadn’t been merely because he’d figured out Jansen’s secrets. The other big clue had been the easy way Riley had been touching her.

  “I did, and let me tell you, she is a natural at oral.” Riley sauntered over to Kinley and palmed the fleshiest part of her ass. “Best blow job I’ve ever had.”

  “Shouldn’t I get points for that?” Kinley twisted around and asked Dominic hopefully.

  Riley knew what to do. He brought his hand down on her ass with a sharp smack. “You get my eternal affection, but rules are rules, sweetheart.”

  “Precisely,” Dominic agreed. “If anything scares you, Kinley, all you have to do is say stop.” They would find a more appropriate safe word when they had adequate time to establish the dynamics between them, but for now he wanted her to know that any negative word would work.

  “What scares me is that Riley hits like a girl.”

  Dominic sucked in a sharp breath. Oh, god, he was in love with her.

  And Riley was at least in lust. He smacked her ass with a stinging crack three more times. The sound pinged through the air, mingling with her little gasps.

  She shuddered across his lap but didn’t try to move off. “That was better.”

  “She’s going to top from the bottom,” Riley said, shaking his head.

  She would try. And he would allow it from time to time, when it suited him. But not today. “That was four. Where are we, Kinley?”

  “I’m getting antsy, Sir.”

  Her word for aroused. He liked it when she was antsy. “Let’s see if we can move this along, then. I prefer aroused begging.”

  They took turns smacking her gorgeous ass, each carefully spreading out the slaps. Over and over, keeping careful count, they turned her backside pink and hot.

  Kinley moaned and cried out. She flailed a bit, her legs moving restlessly, but made no move to get away. She strained for breath, her chest sawing up and down with effort. Her skin turned a delicious rosy red.

  Dominic ran a hand down her heated backside. “You’re doing quite well, pet.”

  “Why do I like this?” She wrapped her hands around his calf, holding on to him, her voice thick with both bewilderment and arousal.

  How should he explain? He’d never had to before, as they tended to play with experienced submissives.

  “What do you feel right now?” he asked.

  “Pain. Excitement. A weird sense of pride. Pleasure. I don’t know. It feels like…everything.”

  He bounced a glance up at Riley. “And you were worried she wouldn’t be able to handle our needs.”

  “She really does like it.” Riley sounded almost astounded as he knelt down to her. “Sweetheart, what you’re feeling, besides arousal, is the connection between a Dom and a sub. You could get it with a lover in other ways, but this is how we find it. We play. We grow together. We share these parts of ourselves.”

  “It’s about honesty.” Dominic ran his hands over her ass. “I want to know how you feel. I want to know what you like and what you don’t. So many people don’t talk about their sex lives—or anything else important. We’re going to talk, pet. We’re going to communicate often. We take this seriously.”

  “I want it to be serious,” she gasped out.

  “Good to hear.” They hadn’t been quite so serious with any of their other subs, but everything was damn serious with her. Kinley was a woman who needed sex to mean something. He’d enjoyed the women who didn’t, but everything was different with her.

  Law walked back in the room carrying a large leather case. He stopped and stared down at Kinley’s ass. “How many?”

  Dominic smiled with a deep sat
isfaction. She’d been magnificent. “Forty. And she could take more.”

  “Not right now,” Kinley shouted. “I need something else. Can someone touch my pussy?”

  He smiled. She was so damn open. There wasn’t a bit of artifice about her. She simply said what she meant and didn’t embellish. Dominic repressed a grin but sent her a fond glance. Her honesty made him feel…safe, like she would always be exactly who she was with them. Riley, especially, should be relieved. No more nasty Simone-like surprises.

  Though Kinley’s ass was a beautiful flushed shade, he had a deep instinct to push her. Law’s thumbs-up told him that he’d brought all the instruments to further their intimacy. When Dominic tried to gesture back, he found Law’s stare was glued to her ass.

  “Pass me a plug and some lube,” Dominic requested.

  Kinley gave a little moan, a singular sign that he was in tune with her body and her wishes. Pleasure surged through him. Dominic realized how far gone he was for this woman.

  She gave him pleasure by the simple act of agreeing with him. They were in sync. He could call himself the Dom, but he’d spent his life looking for the woman who could move him and make him want to surrender his heart.

  Kinley was that woman, and there wouldn’t be another after her. He and Law were similar in that respect. He would love once, and it was brilliant kismet that he and Law loved the same female. She wasn’t at all what he’d imagined when he’d thought of his ideal. She wasn’t always easy to handle. She wasn’t always controllable. Then again, she embraced Law, reassured Riley, and made him laugh. Who else would call him Dom Dom while pushing him to be a better man?

  “I have everything.” Law dropped the bag on the desk and stood over Kinley’s prone body. “Fuck, that’s beautiful. She’s so rosy.” He traced the line of her ass with gentle fingers.

  Law was right, and Dominic wasn’t sure how to keep her with them—to bind her to them—completely. He needed more time to draw her in. More time to bring them together.

  But their time might end once the FBI arrived. They would likely separate them all and interrogate each of them while they studied the evidence. Once that was behind them—and who knew how long it would take—then the media circus would begin. Kinley might well want privacy and some time to herself. Here in Alaska, the concept of her father’s betrayal and her sister’s possible jail time were almost theoretical. But once home, she would be confronted with those realities. They would hit her hard. She might find trust difficult then. If she couldn’t count on the people who shared her blood, how could he, Law, and Riley expect her to cleave to them after only a few days? Without reality pounding on their door, the rapport and sex had been relatively easy. But it wouldn’t be long before all of that could change…

 

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