Full Position

by Mari Carr

  Bella smiled. “Oh, Ned. That’s really sweet. But you’ll just have to trust me when I say I don’t mind. I promise you this won’t change anything between us.”

  Ned ran a frustrated hand through his hair and Justin held his breath, praying his friend didn’t ruin things. Tonight would change everything, but now wasn’t the time to discuss that.

  Bella looked over her shoulder toward the exit, clearly intent on leaving. She wasn’t going to give in.

  “Fuck,” Ned muttered. “Have it your way. Take off your panties.”

  Bella jerked at his command. “Ned—”

  “You’ve only given us one night, Bella. I don’t intend to waste a second of it. Take off your panties and hand them to me. Now.”

  Bella glanced around the room.

  Justin cupped her cheek. “Look at us. Don’t worry about anything except what we tell you to do.”

  She squirmed uneasily, but then she subtly reached beneath her short skirt, tugging her panties down. She used the table as a shield as much as possible. Justin had to fight to restrain a grin. They’d have her reserve broken before the night was over. There was nothing they’d allow her to hide from them.

  She balled the material in her fist, then tried to hand it to Ned discreetly under the table. He took them, stroking the soft silk. “So wet, Bella.

  “Is she?” Justin felt the same sense of urgency Ned was experiencing. If they had only one night to convince her to stay with them, then they didn’t have a moment to waste.

  Justin placed his hand on her knee, amused when she jumped slightly. “Nervous, Bells?”

  She blew out a breath. “I’m struggling to keep up. I don’t…I’ve never…this isn’t really my scene.”

  Justin kissed her lightly on the cheek. “We’ll take care of you. Though if you’d prefer to leave the club, we can go—”

  “No!” She shook her head. “I want to stay here.” She glanced around the room once more. “I like it.”

  Justin looked at Ned, her words further confirmation that Bella was made for them. She may be an innocent, but there were sexy kinks lingering beneath her soft skin. Justin couldn’t wait to expose them, expand on them. “Do you know what a safe word is?”

  “Yes. Missy mentioned it in the car on the way over here.”

  “Yours is Pennsylvania. If we do anything you don’t like, just say that word and we’ll stop. Talk things out. Okay?”

  “Pennsylvania,” she repeated. “I love it.”

  She was irrepressible, adorable.

  “Open your legs. I want to see exactly how wet you are.” Justin tugged on her knee as he issued the command, then felt Ned’s hand on the other. Her thighs parted easily as her skirt inched higher. She tried to tug it down, but Ned caught her wrist, his voice deep, stern.

  “Leave it.”

  “Ned,” she whispered, uncertainty creeping in again. There was a difference between talking and doing. They’d test her limits tonight, push her completely out of her comfort zone.

  Justin leaned closer, trying to set her mind at ease. Ned was always too intense, his need to control a woman coming out stronger, darker. While Justin didn’t think Bella was balking, she was still a novice and probably not completely confident in her decision to pursue this adventure. “Trust us, Bells. We’ll never hurt you.”

  Her expression cleared, showing him just how much faith she had in them. It twisted Justin’s insides, made him warm, happy.

  She touched his face gently. “I do trust you. Completely. I wouldn’t be here otherwise.”

  Unable to resist any longer, Justin ran his hand along the inside of her leg. He sat close enough to hear her sharp intake of breath. The heat of her pussy hit him before his fingers reached their goal. Their girl was on fire.

  Then he hit pay dirt. Bella’s eyes closed as he stroked his finger along her slit. She was heat and moisture and sex incarnate.

  Ned leaned closer. “Don’t close your eyes, Bella. Look at what’s happening on that stage.”

  Bella lifted her eyelids slowly and he watched her struggle to focus. Justin studied her face and realized when she recognized what was happening in the performance.

  “She misbehaved,” Ned whispered as Justin circled her clit. Bella bit her lip so tightly, he worried she’d split the skin and draw blood.

  Ned continued to talk about the show onstage. “Her teacher is angry with her. He’s punishing her.”

  The actor onstage—the professor—had bent his naughty schoolgirl over his desk and taken out a ruler. The scene was an old, familiar one, but Justin could tell from Bella’s responses it was speaking to some hidden desires. Did she like the idea of being punished by an authority figure?

  She slid down on her chair—just a little, but enough—to allow Justin better access to her pussy. He didn’t accept her invitation, determined to crank the heat even higher. While the silent actions of her body told him she wanted a stronger touch, he wouldn’t give in until she was pleading, begging. He dragged his finger over her clit once more, making the touch lighter this time.

  She groaned softly.

  “We’ll punish you the same way the next time you’re late to work.”

  Bella’s gaze jerked to Ned’s face. No doubt she wanted to reiterate the time limit she’d placed on this encounter, but neither of them was in the mood to continue that pretense. Justin pressed on her clit again, distracting her before moving lower to circle the entrance to her pussy.

  Bella’s breathing became more labored. Between Justin’s touches and Ned’s dirty promises, she appeared to be losing her grip, relinquishing control of her inhibitions.

  “We’ll pull you into my office, bend you over the desk, lift your skirt and yank down your panties.”

  “I don’t wear skirts to work,” Bella whispered, though it was clear she was turned-on by Ned’s story.

  “You will from now on. We’re changing the dress code for you.”

  She looked as if she would argue, so Justin went for more distraction, pressing the tip of his finger into her wet pussy.

  She closed her eyes, her expression betraying how much she loved this. She gave herself up to the moment.

  “I’ll pull a ruler out of my desk drawer and Justin and I will take turns spanking you. I want to see that sexy ass of yours blush as prettily as your cheeks are right now.”

  Justin pressed his finger deeper, realizing Ned’s fantasy wasn’t just working against Bella. His cock was so stiff it hurt. The tight clench of her pussy didn’t help. She felt like heaven.

  Ned added more fuel to the fire building in her body. “Once we’ve finished punishing you, we’ll take turns fucking you from behind. You’re going to spend hours with our cocks inside you from now on, beauty.”

  “Just tonight.”

  Justin added another finger to her heat. She gasped, then spread her legs wider, every bit of reserve gone as she silently told him she wanted more. Her hips began thrusting toward him as she sought more stimulation.

  Ned ran his hand through her hair, turning her to face him. “You’re going to come on Justin’s fingers, Bella. Right now.”

  Bella blinked rapidly and started to shake her head as she recalled where they were. “There are too many people around.”

  Ned’s eyes darkened and his hand tightened in her hair. “You’ll do exactly what I say. You’ve agreed to be ours for the night. Obeying our commands is part of that.”

  “What about what I want?”

  Justin loved her feistiness. While Bella had definite submissive qualities, she wasn’t weak. That was one of the reasons she was such a valuable employee. She wasn’t a yes-man and she had no qualms telling them when they were wrong. She was bright, with a good eye for design, and she wasn’t shy about expressing her opinions. It helped that she had the talent to back them up. Some of her marketing creations had been works of art.

  Unfortunately, she didn’t understand the boundary she was crossing with Ned. While Justin enjoyed the games
associated with BDSM, he didn’t take the roles as seriously as Ned. Justin liked issuing dirty demands, tying a woman up, taking her to the limit and beyond, but there was a difference between being dominant and being a Dominant.

  For Ned, the need to be in charge ran much deeper. It wasn’t role-playing for him. It was who he was.

  “Careful, Bella-love,” Ned warned. “We’re indulging fantasies. Mine is that you’ll be my submissive. That you’ll do everything I ask. Without question or comment.”

  Bella’s brow creased, but her pussy muscles contracted strongly around Justin’s fingers at the thought. Oh yeah, she was more than willing to bend to their commands.

  Justin realized as she shook her head that she was about to deny what she wanted. Her body betrayed her next words as an outright lie. “I didn’t agree to that.”

  Ned smiled, his cocky expression unconcerned. He looked at Justin. “Her words say no, but I suspect her pussy is telling you the truth. Does she want it?”

  Justin nodded. “Badly.”

  Ned tugged her head back slightly and again, Bella’s body responded as more moisture flowed. “You’re ours, Bella.”

  She struggled to argue, but Justin added a third finger, stretching her tight pussy as he ran his thumb over her clit. In the back of his mind, he tried to tell himself to slow down. Then Bella trembled when he thrust them deeper. She lifted her hips to meet him, to add even more power to the thrusts. “God, yes.”

  “You can’t deny you love this,” Justin murmured. “Your pussy is burning my fingers, clamping down with every warning Ned issues. You want this, Bells. Admit it.”

  Justin didn’t relax his motions, pushing her higher as Ned continued to hold her head still with tight fingers in her hair. Then Ned used his free hand to cup one of her breasts.

  Bella tried to fight their hold, to resist their unrelenting demands. Justin could see it in the pained expression on her face. She was waging an inner battle—trying to maintain that good-girl façade, trying to hold on to that ideal that told her women didn’t let men fondle them to orgasm in public, that succumbing to their commands would make her weak.

  None of it was true, but a lifetime of ingrained beliefs was difficult to break. Bella was giving it a valiant effort, but in the end, primal, basic desires beat out years of suppressing what she really wanted.

  Ned squeezed her breast, building the pressure as Justin stroked her clit faster.

  “Come,” Ned whispered.

  She splintered in their arms, her climax causing her to jerk roughly. However, she managed to retain a slight grip on her control, remaining almost silent—except for one harsh exhalation of breath.

  Justin resented that quietness. He wanted her cries, her screams.

  Soon.

  The next time she came, he’d make damn sure Bella released all the restraints. That she gave them everything.

  Then they’d ask for more.

  Chapter Six

  “Should we move this party to somewhere more private?” Ned suggested.

  Bella knew they were members of this club. And given the way they’d just brought her to climax in a room full of people, she’d guess their experiences in this realm were vast.

  Which made the fact they wanted her even more incredible, heady, exciting. Ned and Justin had come here tonight to seduce and share her. That idea terrified and thrilled her at the same time. While she’d never considered herself the type to submit to anyone, she was finding it incredibly difficult to resist.

  Suddenly she understood that odd need she’d felt to kneel before Ned. Something about him right now made her want to obey, to give herself to him completely. To put herself in their very capable hands and claim every bit of pleasure she could ring from this night.

  “Where should we go?” she asked.

  “I’ve reserved a private room for us here in the club.”

  Justin’s response confirmed her suspicions that everything happening had been premeditated.

  “You knew we were going to do this?”

  Justin shrugged. “Let’s just say Ned and I were hopeful. And ready to be very persuasive if necessary.”

  She shivered as Justin slowly withdrew his fingers from her. There was a lot to be said for their powers of persuasion.

  Ned rose, and then offered his hand. She took it, marveling at the strength and confidence in his grip. It occurred to her that if she were alone with Ned, her fears would most likely get the better of her. While his intensity was sexy as hell, it also scared her a bit. Having Justin there tempered the fear, broke some of the hardcore sexual tension and made her feel as if she were standing on steadier ground.

  Yet another way her bosses made an amazing team.

  They walked through several darkened corridors, leaving behind the thumping bass of the dance floor, the crack of whips and cries of pain and pleasure—each sound adding to the magic of this surreal night.

  Finally they entered a less crowded, much quieter area. The hallway here was more ornate, losing some of the seedy look of the rooms they’d just left. For a moment, she could almost pretend they’d entered some five-star hotel.

  Ned turned to look at her. “If you need sweet from us, if your expectations for a ménage are different than this, we can go somewhere else, give you what you—”

  She cut him off. “I don’t want sweet. Or soft. Or gentle. I just want you. Both of you.”

  She’d given herself one night to be with them. While she didn’t doubt they’d restrain their darker natures to offer her the most magical night she could ask for, they would be holding back what they really wanted from her. And she would hate it.

  Justin placed his hand on her lower back, forcing her to look at him. “Bells, I know you said only one night, but we could go for two. Take tonight to teach you about the beauty of making love with three. Then come back here next weekend to unleash all our freaky fantasies.”

  She was already tempting fate. Any more than tonight would spell disaster for her. Bella was struggling to keep a lock on her heart, to hold her feelings for these men at bay. Adding another night in their arms—especially a romantic one—would break her. Destroy her. Better to stick to the fantasies of the flesh, the kinkier the better. If kisses and soft words came into play, she was a goner. “No. Tonight only. Here. Wild and unrestrained. What did you say at the office, Justin? No holds barred?”

  “As you wish.” Ned led her to one of the doors, produced a key and unlocked it. Bella realized the hallway was as far as the resemblance to a fancy-schmancy hotel went.

  She stepped into the bedroom, wondering what sort of wicked wonderland she’d entered. The room was beautifully adorned with rich colors and lit by dozens of candles. However, that was it for normalcy. In contrast, the furniture and decor looked like something out of a madman’s dungeon as her gaze took in the St. Andrew’s cross, various padded benches—God only knew what they were for—restraints on the four-poster bed, an open chest of sex toys, and wall full of whips, chains and ropes.

  “Holy shit,” she whispered.

  Justin stroked her arm seductively. “Think we can cover the freaky fantasy basics with this?”

  She closed her mouth when she realized it was hanging open. She was speechless and scared spitless and so turned-on, she wondered if simply walking across the room would provoke another orgasm.

  “We’ll start slow.” Ned placed a comforting hand on her back and guided her farther into the room. She heard the door close and the lock flipped.

  “Hey, Bells.”

  She found Justin studying her face, concern in his eyes. “You remember your safe word, right?”

  “Pennsylvania.”

  He gave her a comforting grin. “Good girl.”

  “Feeling brave?” Ned asked.

  She smiled. “I’ve made it this far, so I think it’s safe to say I’m either the most courageous woman on Earth or certifiable.”

  “You’re incredible. Never doubt that, Bella-love.” Ned pressed
on her back, guiding her to a stripper pole set up near the foot of the large bed. “Dance for us.”

  She blushed at the thought, not certain she’d have the nerve. Though she loved to dance and the idea of giving her handsome bosses a provocative show was definitely tempting. After all, she’d come to this room knowing they’d make some seriously tough requests. And truthfully, this didn’t feel all that difficult. The idea of giving something back to Ned and Justin appealed to her a great deal.

  Music began to play as Ned fiddled with an iPod on the nightstand. He adjusted the volume on a seductive song, then came back with two chairs. He and Justin sat down, observing her patiently, neither pushing. They would make their requests. Then the decision was in her hands. The safe word protected her, gave her an out.

  She didn’t need or want it.

  She was reminded of Ned’s fantasy and something sparked, came to life inside her. She would submit to them. Give them everything they requested. Because she wanted to. Desperately. More than she wanted her next breath.

  Suddenly it wasn’t a question of whether or not she should dance. That decision had been taken from her as she allowed her submissive side to escape.

  Rather than upset her, it felt as if she’d truly been set free. By relinquishing control of her own free will, she could explore and do and experience things she’d never have the courage to try on her own. Every fantasy she’d ever entertained was being brought to life by the two men who’d started out as her bosses, and then become her friends. Tonight, they’d add lovers to the list. Even if only briefly.

  “As you dance, take off your blouse, bra and skirt. Leave the stockings and heels on.”

  She gave Ned a seductive grin as he issued his order, enjoying the glimmer of shock that entered his expression. Clearly he’d expected her to put up a fight, to resist.

  No. No way. She’d come too far to turn back. Not that she would anyway. She’d dreamed of being with these men, separately and together. Whether this was the best decision or biggest mistake of her life was tomorrow’s concern.

  For now, she was going to live in the moment.

  Bella reached up, gripping the bar above her head, then took a slow spin, letting the music soak into her soul, allowing her body to find the rhythm of the sexy beat.