Re/Viewed

by Michele Zurlo

  They made it to the inn. Jed opened the door, and she went through first. Miss Steffi, the owner, greeted them. She was a stout lady, strong and barrel-shaped, and she looked like she’d be at home standing at the stern of a large sailing vessel.

  Miss Steffi smiled, her face lighting with genuine warmth. “Ms. Martin, I see your guests found you. That’s wonderful. Will they be joining us tonight?”

  Tru had committed to playing an organized game with other guests at the inn. “Yes, Miss Steffi. They don’t like to leave my side.”

  Miss Steffi looked from where she held Jed’s hand to where she held Liam’s, and she absorbed the new information without judgment. “I see. Well that’ll make for an interesting game. Ms. Martin, Mr. Kinsley, and Mr. Adair, I’ll see you after dinner. Eight o’clock sharp in the large gathering room.”

  Jed inclined his head and a smile quirked his lips, flirting even with the ancient inn owner. “It’ll be our pleasure, Miss Steffi.”

  Miss Steffi held out a hand. “I’ll take your picnic hamper to the kitchen, unless you’d prefer to leave it in the hall outside your room?”

  Tru lifted the hamper out of the bag and handed it over. “Thank you, Miss Steffi.”

  Liam waited until they were in her room before asking about the commitment. “What game?”

  “A murder mystery party. It should be right up your alley.” Tru set her bag on the floor. “I’m going to shower the saltwater off my skin, and then we can talk.”

  While Dare threw his travel bag on the single, king-sized bed and riffled through the contents, Jed took a closer look at the items in the room. Tru had wanted to dive in, and in Jed’s mind, that meant bondage, nipple clamps, and impact play. The honorable thing would be to clarify her consent before beginning any of that kind of play. Of course, surprising her with it might be fun as well. He could imagine her shocked expression, and if he listened hard enough, possibly a screech of protest. Though he was a fan of some kinds of screeches, the protesting kind didn’t make the list.

  “Are you looking for the dossier?” He checked the bed frame as he inquired as to what Liam sought. The frame wasn’t suitable for bondage. He’d need to tie one wrist and thread the rope under the mattress, which he didn’t care to do. If she pulled hard enough, she’d lift the edges of the mattress. That was too much control in the hands of a submissive.

  “Yeah. Are you looking for good places to attach your ropes?” Finding the hidden item, Liam set it on the nightstand. Then he zipped his bag and threw it on the floor.

  “There aren’t any.” Jed shelved his plans. A BDSM-themed bed-and-breakfast had to provide beds with numerous eyehooks. “I can bind her wrists and ankles to each other, which will cut down on her movement. We’ll have to take turns holding her down while the other one flogs her. On the plus side, with two of us doing the work, it’ll be a lot less tiring.”

  “Sure.” Dare drummed his fingers against his thigh. “Did you see the clothes she took into the bathroom?”

  Jed hadn’t been looking. “No, why?”

  “I don’t want her fully dressed unless she’s leaving the room. Lingerie is okay, but shirts and pants are not.” Dare glanced around. With a frown, he opened a dresser drawer. “She unpacked. How cute is that?”

  Jed didn’t see the significance. He’d also noticed that she’d hung dresses in the closet. “Lots of people unpack in hotel rooms if they’re staying a few days.”

  “She’s not one for fancy underwear.” Dare picked up a stack of panties. “We’re going to need to stop off at a fetish store on our way. I’ve already looked up several.”

  Though Jed could appreciate a woman in satin and lace, he didn’t need fancy trappings to stimulate his baser instincts. Tru had an amazing body, soft and curvy, yet strong and responsive. The sight of her wearing nothing was enough. He held out a hand to take the underthings that Dare had selected. “I’ll take them in and swap them with the clothes she picked.”

  With a self-satisfied grin, Dare handed over the white bra and panties.

  Jed went into the bathroom without knocking, a risky proposition when they hadn’t established norms.

  “Hello?” Tru’s voice and a good amount of steam came from behind the shower curtain.

  Jed threw the lingerie on the counter before sliding back the curtain. “Hello.” He drank in the visual of her luscious perfection. She had curves that didn’t quit, and he wanted to travel every inch.

  She wore the surprised expression he’d expected, but without a glimmer of protest in her eyes. “Sir?”

  Oh, sweet lord. That title, an unwavering show of respect from a woman who knew exactly what it entailed, topped off the fuel tank to his libido. He reached into the shower, grasped a handful of hair, and pulled her to him for a kiss that made the steam roiling around them seem cold by comparison. She gripped his shirt, but she didn’t press her wet body against his dry one. He was about to order her to turn around and bend over when he remembered that he hadn’t brought a condom. Reluctantly he released her.

  She stepped back so that the warm spray sluiced down her body, and faced him with a heaving chest. “You missed me already?”

  “Something like that.” He indulged in another slow perusal of her assets before sliding the curtain closed. “I set something on the counter for you to wear.”

  The water sounds changed as she moved to direct the spray to different parts of her body. “Okay.”

  “We haven’t discussed the issue of clothes.”

  Her laugh tinkled along waves of steam. “We haven’t discussed a lot of things. It’s okay to take on the issues as they come up. I think it’s within the purview of my Sir to sometimes pick out my clothes as long as they’re appropriate to the occasion. If either of you tried to do that every day, then we’d have issues.”

  “Fair enough.” He returned to the room to find Dare setting out a box of condoms.

  Dare glanced up. “You’re wet. You weren’t in there that long.”

  “I peeked in the shower and stole a kiss.” Jed gestured to the condoms. “You want to scene right now?”

  “Not a scene.” Dare peeled off the coverlet, rolled it up, and tossed it onto the floor next to the dresser. “But I’d like to exercise the right to fuck her whenever I want that she gave me on the way here. Later, we might have time for a scene. I brought some new toys that I’d like to try out on her.”

  Jed chuckled at Dare’s thoughtful, analytical approach. “Women like romance, man. What you’re proposing isn’t the least bit romantic.”

  A frown wrinkled Dare’s brow. “Right now, romance wouldn’t seem authentic. In case you haven’t noticed, she’s not one of those women with stars in her eyes. For her to believe the romance, she has to trust the intention. We haven’t earned her trust yet.”

  The sound of water ceased, and they both looked toward the door to the bathroom even though they knew it would take some time for her to engage in her post-shower ritual. After a moment, Dare resumed to setting up. It was now clear to Jed why Dare was still single.

  Jed had planned to talk to her, folding in a lot of flirting and touching—foreplay. That way when he suggested bondage and sex, she would feel amenable to the ideas. He feared that Dare was going to ruin it for the both of them, but he’d promised Jordan that he’d let Dare exercise his fledgling Dom muscles. If things went sideways, he’d mediate the conflict. At least Tru was open to overlooking the pitfalls of the trial-and-error method. He perched on one of the two occasional chairs set up on either side of a small, round table that contained information on activities offered in the area.

  Tru came out of the bathroom wearing the white bra and panties that Dare had selected. They were plain, but she didn’t need special clothing to make her attractive. Her damp hair hung loose over her shoulders. She stopped several steps into the room and looked to Jed. Jed motioned to Dare, and she directed her attention there.

  “You went through my things?”

  “Yeah.” T
here was no trace of apology in Dare’s response.

  This was an interesting turn of events. In the past Jed had always been solely responsible for dealing with his sub. Now he sat back and watched as Dare took the lead. He’d known that he would have to do this, and he hadn’t looked forward to it. However something about this seemed natural, albeit new and unfamiliar. The seeds of jealousy that he’d been keeping locked in a small, iron box failed to thrive on this.

  And it had nothing to do with the fact that she’d challenged Dare when she’d been ready to accept Jed taking this kind of liberty.

  Tru crossed her arms over her breasts, and her eyebrows formed V-shaped slashes above her flashing brown eyes. “We need to establish some boundaries right now.”

  Dare met her ire with unimpressed stoicism. “Like?”

  “My laptop and phone are off limits. I don’t even want you to answer if it’s ringing and I’m indisposed. Let it go to voice mail.”

  Dare took one step closer, and his powerful stance seemed to tower over her even though she was only a few inches shorter. “Is that all?”

  Tru’s gaze dropped. “My stuff is password protected, but you said you were a hacker.”

  His thumb traced a light caress along her eyebrow, coaxing it to return to its unvexed position. “Off limits, unless I have a warrant or probable cause.”

  “And my permission, Sir.” Her arms fell to her sides as she shifted from upset woman to Dare’s sub.

  Jed knew Dare wouldn’t debate the law with her, just as he knew that Dare would hack her laptop or phone if he had a good reason. Dare wasn’t the kind of agent who always waited for the warrant unless it was connected to a prosecutable case. Brandy had issued more than one reprimand to Agent Adair.

  In lieu of revealing that damning bit of truth, Dare cupped her face with one hand and leaned down. He kissed her, his lips moving slowly and lulling her deeper into submission. His hand stroked down her throat and over her breasts. Down her body they traveled, until he came to the apex of her thighs. He pressed his palm to her mound and stroked his fingers against the white cotton.

  With an almost vicious intensity, he ripped his lips from hers. “That’s one very wet cunt, sub.”

  Tru kept her hands at her sides, though Jed recognized her fight to keep from touching Dare. “Yes, Sir.”

  Dare bypassed the panties and sunk two fingers into her pussy, forcing Tru to her tiptoes. “So hot and ready to be fucked.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Tru panted and swayed toward Dare.

  He caught her so that her face rested against his neck, and he slowly worked his fingers in and out of her pussy. “You like this, honey?”

  Tru answered with a vigorous nod, and if Jed wasn’t mistaken, she was biting Dare through his shirt.

  For a brief second Dare closed his eyes and surrendered to the ecstasy. The he withdrew his fingers and held her close. “Undress and go lay on the bed, legs spread and knees up.” As Tru scrambled to obey, Dare looked to Jed. “Want to tie her wrists?”

  Did he? Hell, yes. Various images of Tru bound to his bed had appeared in his dreams and fantasies since that first kiss. He glanced at Tru, seeing if she had an opinion on the issue, and he found that in addition to positioning herself according to Dare’s instructions, she’d lifted both hands over her head.

  Years of training kept him from leaping at the opportunity he wouldn’t have thought to create. He knelt on the bed and looked her in the eyes. “Princess? Let’s establish safewords. The normal stoplight system applies, but I want you to choose one word that is uniquely yours.”

  Tru pursed her lips as she thought. “Methotrexate.”

  Jed had no idea what that was, but it was sufficiently outside anything one might utter during the throes of passion. “That works. What’s your color right now?”

  “Green, Sir.”

  He backed away to get his ropes, and he found Dare frowning at them both. Dare gestured to Tru. “It’s not a scene.”

  “Doesn’t matter.” Jed set his travel bag on the bed and unzipped it. They’d been forced to travel on a commercial jet, so he’d only brought the equipment he could fit into his one bag. “It’s a Dom’s job to see to his sub’s physical and emotional health and wellbeing no matter the situation.”

  Wheels turned behind Dare’s eyes. “The stoplight system is always in effect?”

  “Yes.” Jed found the length of rope for which he’d been searching. He’d packed two, but he needed the shorter one in this case. “And when she calls yellow or red, whatever is going on stops immediately.”

  Dare accepted the rule with a brief nod. “I’m going to fuck her. I don’t mind if you tie her hands while I do it.”

  Tru listened and watched as her Doms conversed. She’d never been with a beginner before, and she kind of appreciated that Jed was there to explain the nuances because it would blow the mood if she had to do it. The fact that they talked without including her also turned her on. Right now she was an object there for their pleasure. Her thoughts, feelings, and wants didn’t matter. She wondered if Liam would forbid her from coming. Alex used to deny her all the time. It might take a little practice, but she could hold off if ordered not to have an orgasm.

  Liam shucked his shirt and pants, and he donned a condom. Tru indulged in an unabashed study of his brand of masculine perfection. He and Jed were built very differently. Though they were both tall, Liam had a slimmer build with longer lines and a surprising amount of muscle. Jed, on the other hand, had broad shoulders and muscles bulky enough so that his clothes didn’t hide a thing. With regard to penises, she was reluctant to compare. Jed’s cock was longer, but Liam’s was thicker. Both had no problem bringing her to orgasm, and that’s all that mattered.

  Liam settled between her legs, entering her swiftly. Her pussy had begun weeping the moment she realized that Jed had replaced her outfit with a bra and panties. The move had been a signal that they’d taken her seriously when she said they should dive right into a D/s relationship, albeit a fake one.

  Liam’s gaze roamed her face, watching the tiniest nuances of her reaction. Did she like being used by her Sir? Yes. And not having the pressure of a ‘real’ relationship left her free to enjoy the physicality of submission. Being under him, pinned by his order into a position of his choosing, and providing a vessel for his pleasure—this experience was the reason being a submissive appealed to her so much.

  “I want to please you, Sir.” She spoke low, loath to distract him. He hadn’t forbade her from speaking, and she wanted to tell him that she heartily approved of his actions. “I want to make you climax.”

  As if this was the permission for which he’d been waiting, he set a vigorous pace, rotating his hips as he thrust forward to give a little twist at the end. He not only hit her sweet spot, but he did it in such a way that her toes curled and her back arched. Every time he surged forward, she lost a little more control. Her knees shook so hard that she couldn’t hold them up anymore. They fell to the side, opening to take him deeper, and he took advantage of the opportunity.

  He mastered her by degrees, riding her body up that cliff and demanding her submission so that she couldn’t notice her location. She couldn’t mark the exact moment she lost control. She had a fleeting moment of clarity when she realized that her body writhed and bucked under his, sometimes thwarting his ability to keep the rhythm. She wanted to touch him, to rake her nails along his back and arms—any way to relieve the tension building in her core—but she couldn’t move her arms. “Sir,” she cried. “Oh, yes, Sir.”

  Tiny explosions dotted behind her eyelids, melding into one huge blast that left her a liquefied and trembling mess. Through the haze of pleasure enveloping her senses, she was aware of Jed replacing Liam between her legs. He thrust into her, his cock pushing through the swollen and throbbing tissues of her vagina.

  He moaned, a short cry that barely penetrated her consciousness. “You feel so good, princess. You’re going to come again.”

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sp; Was he crazy? Her pussy had taken quite enough. Even though she was sopping wet and Jed’s cock had an easy time entering, it verged on too much stimulation. She thrashed her head and tried to tug her arms down, but the restraints kept her from moving them. “It’s too much, Sir.”

  “No, gorgeous, it’s not. You can handle it.” He set a steady pace, fucking her to a different rhythm, one that her body struggled to accept.

  She wanted to protest again, but her words were already slurred and hard to form. Tru tossed her head, a token protest, but Jed had no mercy to give. He fucked her, varying the pace and the depth of his thrusts until he found one that made her thrash and cry out.

  Jed whispered things in her ear, naughty phrases that her brain couldn’t quite process but whose meaning would be clear in any language. She stopped thrashing and turned toward the strong, soothing sound of his voice. The moment she surrendered to him like this, waves washed over her. Gentle at first, they licked at her nerve endings, sending ripples of pleasure over her body. They spread to her shoulders, up her arms, and tingled in her fingertips. The next wave came stronger, and the third had even more power. After that, they came too quickly to count, and they all blended together, multiplying until they sucked her under and held her captive to such intense bliss.

  She became aware of herself some time later. Warm bodies pressed to her on either side, comforting her with their heat and presence. Hands stroked along her arms, sides, and back. The slight weight of a sheet caressed her hip and leg. Lips pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. A tiny moan escaped.

  “I think she likes that.” Jed’s voice came from in front of her.

  “Yeah. She has a sensitive neck.” Liam’s reply came from behind her. He brushed his lips over her responsive skin, and she couldn’t help the kittenish mew.

  “Welcome back, princess.” Jed kissed her forehead.

  She opened her eyes to see him gazing at her, self-satisfaction evident in the way his lips curled into a smile. “Hi.”

  He kissed her again, this time on her temple. “Did you have a good nap?”