She pointed to Jason. “He’d probably be happy to if it came to that.” She walked to the tables in the middle of the room. She didn’t know much about carpentry but her brother and cousin were clearly building some kind of furniture. “Are you building furniture? Are you going to sell it?”
Gabe and Jason looked at each other before Gabe answered. “We are building furniture. Bondage furniture.”
He paused and waited for her reaction. The problem was she wasn’t sure what her reaction was going to be. She’d thought her brother said “bondage furniture.”
“Um, can you say that again?”
Gabe ran his hands over a piece that was in the process of being assembled. “Bondage furniture. I’m opening a BDSM club here in Plenty. When I was away, I worked as a Dom in a couple of clubs. It was a way to work on my control and anger issues. It worked and now I’m home.”
She turned to Jason. “Are you a Dom, too?”
Jason chuckled, his face pink. “Only a wannabe. Gabe here is the real thing. You should be proud of him, Leah. He worked on his problems and found a way to solve them.”
She blinked a few times. “You couldn’t try psychotherapy?”
Gabe nodded. “I did try that. That’s where I found out about BDSM. It was just the thing I needed. It saved me really.”
She pressed a hand to her forehead. “I can’t think about this right now. I have to deal with Justin and Linc first. Then I’ll deal with my brother the Dom.” She picked up her purse and headed for the door. She turned back one more time. “What makes you think anyone in Plenty will come to a sex club anyway?”
Gabe frowned. “It’s not a sex club, it’s a BDSM club. And are you kidding? All the alpha males in this town? This is like shooting fish in a barrel. I can show them how to give their women pleasure like they’ve never known, but keep it safe, sane, and consensual.”
She rubbed her temples. She didn’t want to hear about her brother’s sex life.
“What are you going to name it?”
Jason laughed. “I suggested Plenty of Discipline.” He pointed to Gabe. “He had other ideas.”
Gabe looked around with pride. “I’m calling it Original Sin.”
“Oh, good name.” She headed for the door, slightly light-headed. This had been the strangest evening and was only going to get worse. Much worse.
Chapter Fifteen
Leah was halfway home when she pulled over to the side of the road. She didn’t like herself very much at the moment. She’d worked hard to put her wallflower, bookworm past behind her. She’d vowed she wouldn’t fade into the background any longer, watching life happen around her. Now here she was, running home to hide, scared to deal with reality.
She reached for the ignition and started the car, turning around and heading back to the club. She wasn’t going to fade away any longer. She was going to fight for her happiness.
It was late by the time she pulled into the driveway of their home. She’d already stopped by the club and Cheryl had sent her here. She pushed open the car door just as the garage door lifted and Justin’s SUV started backing out. She knew they had spotted her when the truck came to a halt and both Justin and Linc came out of the car with thunderous expressions. They were not happy at all.
Linc had a cell phone pressed to his ear. “She’s here now, Gabe. We’ll take it from here.”
Justin scowled, his brow furrowed. “Where in the hell have you been? We’ve been calling all over looking for you. You were supposed to meet us at the club a couple of hours ago. We were worried sick.”
Her heart started beating fast. She needed to compose herself. “I did come to the club. I heard you on the phone and needed some time to think. I’m here now so we can talk.”
The men exchanged a look she couldn’t decipher. Had they been planning to tell her about it or keep it a secret?
Linc captured her hand and tugged her into the house. “Let’s talk inside. I think we could all use a drink.”
She wouldn’t argue with that. This evening had been emotionally draining. Linc poured them all a glass of wine while she settled herself on the couch. The men sat on either side of her, boxing her in. Justin set his wine glass on the table, his expression grim.
“I’m not sure I want to know what you needed to think about. Are you rethinking the three of us being together?”
She shook her head. It was time for courage. She chose her words carefully. “No, I wasn’t. But I thought you were. I overheard you on the phone saying that if your fans found out about the three of us, it would ruin your career. That your lives wouldn’t be worth living and it wouldn’t end well.”
Linc stood up and started pacing, his expression forbidding. “So you ran away?”
She pushed her hair back from her face. “Yes, and I’m not very proud of my behavior. I should have stayed so we could talk about it, but old habits die hard. I went off by myself. I shouldn’t have and I’m sorry.”
Justin’s expression wasn’t any happier. “You didn’t believe in us. You didn’t trust us.”
She nodded, her eyes down. She was ashamed of how she’d acted. These were good men and she should have given them a chance to explain. “I’m sorry. I had a few moments of doubt, but I turned the car around and came here. I do believe in you guys. I swear it.”
She took a fortifying sip of her wine. Linc’s gaze was focused on her, not leaving her for a second.
“I can see you are sorry,” Linc finally said. “I guess we’re even. I didn’t believe in you and you didn’t believe in me. Can we put a stop to this now? We’re only making this harder than it needs to be.”
Justin fell back against the cushions of the couch. “If you’d just come into the office, we would have explained everything. It’s no big deal, honey.”
Those words surprised her. “No big deal? Your career could be over and it’s no big deal? I don’t want to be the reason your fans desert you. You’ll come to hate me eventually, resent me.”
A smile started stretching across Justin’s face. “Honey, I could never hate you. I love you. You do, however, drive me crazy on occasion. This is one of them. You should have stuck around for the entire conversation. All of it. Then you would understand.”
“What would I understand?”
Linc perched on the arm of a chair. “Yes, someone was threatening us. Bobbi, the concert promoter we told you about, as you know, she wanted Justin to do a concert tour.”
Leah’s heart went into her throat. “You’re going to do the tour?”
“No, I am not. That’s why Bobbi was threatening to expose our relationship. She thought it would compel me to do the tour.” Justin laughed as if he didn’t have a care in the world, not like someone who had been recently blackmailed. “It didn’t. I don’t care about my career anymore. I’ve left it behind. I don’t care what people think about us. They can talk and judge all they want. That’s why we moved here. To live a quiet life exactly as we want to, on our terms.”
“What if the press finds out? Won’t they write about us?”
Linc nodded. “Probably. People will act all shocked and outraged, while others will just say it’s because Justin’s a rock star. Eventually, some other celebrity will do something worse, like get arrested, and people will forget about us. Especially if we do nothing to stay in the spotlight.” Linc frowned. “Are you concerned about the press bothering you? We’ll make sure you have protection, baby. No one is going to bother you. We already have our publicity people on this, working to control the story if it comes out.”
“I’m not worried. Well, I shouldn’t say it that way. I’m not worried about what they’ll write about me. I have nothing to hide. I’m more worried about what they might write about the entire town. When you live here, you kind of forget we live an unusual lifestyle.”
Justin placed his hand over hers, tangling their fingers together. “We don’t think Bobbi will actually go to the press. Logan and Meyer found out a few things she doesn’t want
revealed. If she goes to the press, she’ll be under scrutiny as well. Her credibility will be in question and she’s not in a position right now to want anyone looking into her personal life.”
“So our relationship will stay a secret?”
Linc sat down next to her, his hard thigh pressed close to hers. “No, we’ve decided, with your permission of course, to go public with it. This way no one can ever threaten us again. It’s better to reveal it ourselves so we have control over the story.”
“If I say no?” She looked back and forth between them.
Justin squeezed her hand. “Then we don’t say anything. We’ll move on and act like this never happened. End of story.”
They believed telling the story was the right thing to do. She took a leap of faith and decided to believe in them.
“Do it. Tell them about us. You’re right, let’s get it out in the open and then we can move on.”
Both men smiled, their relief clearly written on their faces. Linc pulled her to her feet, his smile morphing into a devilish grin. “You had us worried sick earlier, baby. Jillian told us you left the diner headed for the club but you never showed. I think you need to be spanked for putting us through that, don’t you?”
Her body responded immediately. Honey dripped from her pussy and her nipples hardened, rubbing against the lace of her bra.
She tried to look chastened. “I am sorry. You’re right, I do need to be punished.”
Justin crowded her back, pressing his hot body against hers. “I think we know how to take care of our woman. Let’s head to the bedroom.”
* * * *
Linc’s cock was pressing against his zipper and demanding attention. If the entire evening hadn’t gone awry at Bobbi’s phone call, he would have been balls-deep inside Leah at least once already tonight. He couldn’t be too upset at the turn of events, however. She finally seemed to believe in them and their love.
He plucked open the buttons on her silky white blouse while Justin went to work on the zipper of her pants. Within seconds, she was naked, her creamy skin beckoning to his greedy fingers. He couldn’t get enough of touching and stroking her soft skin, loving the way it felt under his hands. He buried his face in her neck, breathing in her scent, a mixture of flowers and rain.
They both pressed her back on the bed, wanting to make her crazy with wanting them before warming her ass up for making them worry. He and Justin had been frantic when she hadn’t shown up at the club. They’d called her cell phone, her home, the bookstore, and some of her girlfriends she was supposed to have dinner with. Jillian Parks had told them Leah had left the diner heading for the club quite a while before. The thought that something had happened to her on the way, perhaps some kind of an accident, had made his stomach twist into a knot.
Plenty was a safe town, but he’d been reared in the city. He hadn’t been able to shake the feeling of foreboding until Gabe had called. Her brother had been closemouthed about why Leah was upset, but had let them know she was on her way back to her home. Luckily, Leah had changed her mind and headed their way. Linc had felt relief like he’d never known when he’d seen her in their driveway.
Her fingers were starting to make their own sensual foray over his skin. She had a hand on each of their arms, rubbing and stroking, sending arrows of pleasure straight to his balls. He wasn’t going to last long the way things were going. He needed to slow things down.
“Easy, baby. We’ve got all night.”
She answered his statement by pressing her lips to his, her tongue boldly invading his mouth. He was breathing heavy when they finally broke the kiss, her mouth seeking out Justin’s next. Her skin was pink with arousal, her thighs already shiny with her honey. She was the most beautiful woman in the world.
Justin finally ended the kiss and stretched her out on the bed, holding her arms above her head. He gave her a mock scowl.
“Punishment starts now. We’re going to keep you on the edge of coming for quite a while. You’ll be begging us soon.”
She arched her back and pressed out her breasts for their inspection and delight.
“I could start begging right now and save us some time.”
Linc laughed. His woman was a pistol. “You can’t beg to avoid your punishment. We’re going to torture and spank you. Then, you’ll beg for real.”
She fluttered her lashes. “I’m really sorry for worrying you.”
Linc bent over her prone form. “Too late. Besides, you know you want this.”
* * * *
She wanted this. Her pussy was clenching and dripping honey on the sheets in response to their dominant tones and actions. She loved feeling helpless with Justin holding her arms down. She wasn’t, however, going to make it easy for them. She remembered what the girls had told her. Men liked to win things. They liked to strive.
She sniffed with disdain. “Go ahead. You’ll never get me to beg. I dare you to try.”
Their eyes immediately lit up with the challenge. She had certainly stoked the fires of their competitiveness and although she might end up begging she would definitely be the winner in the end. They would go all out to make sure they gave her more pleasure than she could handle.
Linc drew circles around her clit very slowly, drawing a shaky moan from her lips. It felt so good, and yes, it was torture as well. It was also totally worth it. Justin leaned forward and used his lips and tongue on her nipples, making them hard and tight. She squirmed in their arms, but Justin held her down easily. She cried out at the sensation when Linc swiped his tongue over her clit.
She wanted to beg him to do it again, but pressed her lips together, determined they would win her submission tonight. She was happy to let them be dominant in the bedroom, but she wanted them to earn the position.
She hissed when Linc pressed a finger deep into her pussy. She could feel the walls of her cunt tighten of their own accord, wanting something to fill it. Justin’s teeth gently scraped the sides of her tight nipples and she whimpered, moving closer to the edge of orgasm. Linc pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, trailing kisses down to her pussy, but not placing his mouth where she needed it most.
“Do you need to come, baby?” Linc asked, his tongue teasing the sensitive skin where her thigh met her cunt. “Are you ready to beg?”
She knew she would pay dearly for poking the bear, but it was such fun. She raised her head as far as she could, giving both of them glares.
“Fuck you. You can’t make me beg.”
She almost laughed at their look of astonishment and then they both grinned, seeing right through her ruse. Justin shook his head and laughed. “Honey, that was a very foolish thing to do. You’re going to be waiting twice as long for your orgasm now.”
Before she knew it she was turned over on her stomach and Justin’s hand came down on her ass cheek, sending heat straight to her already drenched pussy. His left hand still held her hands down while his right spanked her ass hot and hard. Linc’s hands were holding her thighs wide apart, her arousal on display. She wasn’t fooling anyone with her act of bravado.
The spanking stopped abruptly and Justin’s fingers started playing in her cunt, teasing her clit and fucking her pussy. When she was on the verge of coming, his motions would halt, letting her come down slightly, only to start the spanking all over again. He gave her a few more spanks, then started using his fingers in her slit again until she was almost over the edge.
She howled in frustration when he pulled his hand away. “Ready to beg? I can spank and play with your pussy all night.”
She shook her head, not trusting her voice. She wanted to beg more than anything at the moment. She needed to come badly, but her men had shown her holding back made the final climax all the more sweet. She would hold out as long as she could.
Justin sighed. “Your decision.”
The spanking started again, then the fingers, then the spanking again. It all became of blur of pleasure and heat. She lost track of the time, barely able to remember her own
name. Her world was the arousal spiraling through her body, their hands, their mouths and tongues. They used everything they had to lead her to the edge of the precipice without allowing her to go over. The pleasure was so strong it was almost pain.
They’d earned her submission. She swallowed, her mouth dry, and her tongue not working well. She opened her mouth to beg but instead felt her legs being spread wider and her cunt lifted. In the next moment, she felt Linc’s mouth on her clit and Justin’s voice whispering in her ear.
“Well played, honey. We give in first. Time to come.”
It was like a hurricane, taking her breath away and twisting her insides into a knot before it sprang free, sending her higher and higher until she thought she was flying. It shook every inch of her body and she screamed as the pleasure hit a crescendo. They held her until she came back to earth. She should have felt sated and limp, but their hard bodies felt delicious next to hers. All she felt was hungry for more. She needed her men inside of her.
She breathed deeply and smiled. “That was awesome. Amazing.”
Linc nibbled on her hip bone. “It looked like fun, baby. You’re a tough nut to crack, that’s for damn sure.”
They didn’t need to know how close she was to giving in. She was okay with them being dominant in the bedroom, but not insufferable. Her men had healthy enough egos as it was.
Justin retrieved a condom from the nightstand and rolled it on. She opened her arms to welcome him as Linc kissed his way up to her breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth and sending sparks of pleasure through her body. She felt her body climbing toward orgasm again.
Justin entered her in one hard stroke while Linc played with her nipples and kissed her shoulders. Her hands were free and she grasped Justin’s shoulders, her fingers digging into the hard muscles.
“Fuck me. I need you so bad.”
He gave her all he had, fucking her hard and fast. Each stroke sent her closer to release, his groin rubbing her clit and his cock stroking her sweet spot. She threw her legs around his waist, loving the hard pounding he was giving her. She raked her nails down his back, urging him to fuck her harder and faster.
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