Kane’s lips twitched. “Dante, it seems to be stuck. Could you give her a hand with that?”
“You bet!” Dante jumped forward like a dog who’s been straining at the leash. He took hold of the straps and tugged lightly. “Let’s see. I might have to get in there and see what it’s caught on.”
Nikki couldn’t believe what was happening. She, Nikki Sutherland, had two hot guys trying to get her naked. In the middle of the day. In a semi-public place. They were playing with her, and she was actually playing back.
She took a step to the side, flashing Dante a teasing smile. “I’m not sure I want you to ‘get in there.’”
He glanced at Kane and when he got an encouraging nod, he made a lunge for her. Nikki squealed and turned, but his arms were around her like a vise, dragging her back to stand in front of Kane. A big, warm hand covered the tops of her breasts, shooting fire through her whole system.
“Are you tired of playing or would you like a spanking now?” Kane’s eyes were glittering again, in a way that she was beginning to recognize. It seemed to mean that he was both horny and playful. He reached out and took the bra straps as Dante pried her arms away, allowing the garment to fall to the floor. Then he stepped in, one hand claiming a breast and the other landing on her hip, shooting more sparks into her pussy.
Dante pushed her a little forward so that she was the middle of a super-hot man sandwich. There seemed to be hands all over her, on her breasts, her stomach, her hips and one cupping her ass. She fought to push down the panic that threatened to overwhelm her. Enjoy the moment, she told herself. It might be the only chance she ever got to experience a ménage this way, and she owed it to herself and to her future readers to explore it fully.
“Do you regret what we did last night?” Kane spoke softly, but his eyes were oddly questioning as they searched her own.
She relaxed a little, shaking her head. “Not at all, Sir.”
“Dante? Do you?”
“Hell, no.” Dante bent his head and laid a cheek on Nikki’s hair. “It was the best night of my life.”
Really? It had been the best night of her life, certainly, but Dante’s? How could that be?
“We could have lots more of those, if the two of you are willing,” Kane said. “Nikki, you see that we’re both interested in you. What would you say to giving this polyamory thing a try?”
Nikki opened her mouth to ask how they could possibly be serious. Instead she heard her voice saying simply, “Yes.”
“Good.” He smiled and tilted his head down to her, claiming her mouth again. Behind her, Dante pulled her hair aside and she shivered as his lips brushed her ear. “I need to get to the front of one of these things someday soon,” he murmured, beginning to bite her neck lightly.
Chapter 14
Dante took Nikki’s hand and led her through the kitchen and out onto the back porch. They stood there for a moment, Nikki feeling amazed at herself for walking around outside with only a pair of lace panties on. The air on her skin was exhilarating, raising goose bumps and making her horny all at the same time.
When she shivered slightly, Dante smiled at her. “Feels great, doesn’t it?”
She thought about it for a second. “It kind of does, yeah.”
Dante laughed. “If you like this, I’ll take you to a nudist resort some weekend. Maybe we can do that to celebrate the book release. Before we start, though, Kane needs to change into his leathers and I need my camera.”
“Ah, yes.” Kane tossed the black slip to Nikki and turned to go inside. “We’ll be right back.”
“Here’s the overdress.” Dante handed it to her and followed Kane.
Nikki began to put the clothes on, but then stopped, looking around. She might as well enjoy a few minutes of naughtiness before the guys came back. She sat down on a porch chair, feeling daring and audacious, and leaned back, enjoying the feel of the sun and air on her skin. She felt daring and sexy, not like someone who was past the age for wearing revealing clothes and collecting lovers.
A week ago she would never have considered doing the kinds of things she was doing now. She’d thought then that her perfect life would be living alone in a small cottage somewhere with a dog and her computer, making enough money that she didn’t need to go back to a nine-to-five. Now she was confronted with the idea of polyamory, having more than one lover, experiencing and watching BDSM scenes on a regular basis, and walking around naked, even outside.
She realized that she was intrigued by Dante’s invitation to go to a nudist resort. She tried to imagine herself getting comfortable enough to do that, but it still seemed to be beyond her.
The opening of the screen door made her jump and screech, automatically snatching the slip to cover herself with.
Dante laughed, stepping outside. “It’s just me. I brought a pair of Allie’s shoes in case you wanted them. Kane’s coming down the stairs now. Just wait until you see him. You’ll love it.”
Dante looked incredibly sexy in tight black jeans and a leather vest with nothing underneath. Nikki immediately pulled the clothes on without thinking about their size, only wanting to be covered in front of this stud. She just wanted to stare at him and the bulge in the front of his pants.
When Kane stepped outside her eyes widened even more. He was wearing heavy black leather pants, a deep red shirt, and a leather vest covered in small pins. She might not have recognized him if she’d seen him on the street like this, although she might have turned and followed him anyway. He looked every inch the Dom, someone who commanded submissives with only a twitch of his eyebrow.
“What are those?” Dante, obviously not as starry-eyed as Nikki, stepped up to get a closer look.
“They’re run pins from fetish conventions,” Kane said, squinting down and straightening the ones that had gotten a little crooked.
“Cool. I need to check that out.” Dante turned and offered his arm to Nikki, who was wobbling a little on her borrowed stilettos. “Shall we go?”
They began the trek to the barn, Nikki wishing she’d waited to put the shoes on until they got there. She wasn’t used to walking in five-inch heels, and the uneven ground was not helpful. Still, she couldn’t help but feel elegant and a little dangerous, surrounded by her two leather-clad hunks. Seeing her wobble, they each put out an elbow and she put her hands into them, grateful for the help.
“I’d like to get a couple pics tonight of you arriving at The Keep,” Dante said as they walked. “For now, I was thinking that we get a few of you either on or looking at some of the dungeon equipment. We’ll definitely want the rope dress thing that you talked about, and then maybe a few with that on—in the cage? Allie said their toys are in a bag at the back of the room. We can borrow them for props but she’d rather we didn’t actually play without her there.”
“Of course,” Kane agreed. “Toys don’t usually get passed around like that. Tonight at the club I’ll bring my own toy bag, but for now using theirs will work.”
Nikki’s stomach began to churn at the talk of toys and pictures. When Kane opened the door of the barn and stood back for her to enter, she began to tremble a little. What did she really know about these guys? Would Allie be able to hear her if she screamed for help?
Probably not, but now was not the time to lose her nerve. She’d come so far, she might as well see this through to the end. At least you’re finally having an adventure, she told herself. She took a deep breath and stepped inside.
It was dim in the barn, and the dungeon furniture lining the walls had a distinctly sinister look. Dante ran around, turning on lights in strategic areas, leaving a dim overall look but getting enough light so he could take pictures.
“Okay,” Dante said finally, when he was satisfied with the setup. “Why don’t the two of you stand by this thing? It’s called a St. Andrew’s Cross, right? Kane, put a hand on it as if you’re deciding what kind of scene you’re going to do here. Nikki, come and stand beside him, hands behind your back, looking down.
Kane, tilt your head just a little that way so we only see a bit of your profile. That’s it.”
The camera clicked, Dante repositioned them, and then there was more clicking. Then he instructed Nikki to remove the lace overdress and lean against the cross. Kane reached up and took her hand, pretending to tie her to it, and Dante got a few more pictures.
Then he found rope and Kane began encasing her in an intricate rope dress. Like the last time, Kane ran his fingers over her skin as he pulled the surprisingly soft rope around her, so that half of the sensation came from his hand. It was much more erotic than if he’d simply been winding rope around her, and Nikki began to understand how appealing bondage could be. Her brain immediately emptied and she was only aware of his breath on her neck and his fingers moving across her body. She lost all sense of time and simply allowed herself to enjoy the experience.
It felt like only a few minutes before he stepped back to admire his work. If she hadn’t been wearing the slip, Nikki thought, the word “dress” would have been totally misleading. The ropes went over and under her breasts, covering nothing, and around each side of her groin, pulling the silky material tightly up around her hips.
“Are we sure we want pictures of this?” Nikki looked down at herself dubiously, her floaty, happy feeling beginning to drain away as she remembered that there would be pictures of this. “Maybe Allie would be willing—”
Kane stopped his work and stood in front of her. “Nikki, relax. You are beautiful. Take a deep breath.”
She tried to follow his instructions, but her eyes kept flitting nervously toward Dante and his camera. Didn’t he see that she just wasn’t attractive enough for this?
He didn’t seem to think so. He smiled encouragingly at her, pointing the camera. “That’s great. Kane, can you turn your head a bit? Then put a hand on her chin, tilting it just a tiny bit to the side. Another hand on her ass, maybe…” He moved around them, making small adjustments until he got the picture he wanted.
As he fussed, Kane gazed into Nikki’s eyes. “Look at me,” he murmured when she glanced down. “For right now, you belong to me. If you’re going to be part of this, you’re going to have to put yourself in my hands. I promise I won’t hurt you, but I need you to trust me. Can you do that?”
“Yes.” She lowered her gaze to his vest, unable to maintain eye contact. When he was in front of her, demanding her focus, his energy encircling her like a warm, protective blanket, she felt like she could and would do anything for him.
“Is that how you are to answer me?”
She panicked for a brief moment, then remembered. “No. I mean No, Sir. I mean, yes, Sir.”
He smiled. “That’s better, love.”
“Beautiful.” Dante’s voice came from behind, startling them both a little. “I have an idea. Get in the cage. Nikki, stand against the bars, back toward me. Kane, if you stand behind her, your leg between hers, your head down so your face is hidden in her hair…”
He took shots in the cage while Nikki tried not to shiver at the nearness of Kane. The smell of his leather wound itself into her nostrils, making her almost weak with sexual desire. Any time his hand brushed or landed on her skin, tendrils of fire shot through her. She let them lead her around, posing her on various pieces of equipment and then with Nikki kneeling at Kane’s feet, his hand on her head as Dante took picture after picture, close up and far away.
“I’ll just darken it up a little and unfocus your face,” he told Kane, coming forward to show them the last few. “That was really hot, guys.”
“It was,” Kane agreed, shifting the bulge in his pants. Nikki tried not to notice, but she couldn’t deny that she was dripping wet. Between the rope, which somehow raised her body temperature at least ten degrees, and the heat of Kane’s hands on her, she was sure she was about to pass out or maybe burst into flames.
“It’s probably about time for lunch,” Dante said as Kane began unwinding the rope from around Nikki.
“Already?” Nikki stared at him. She wouldn’t have thought more than ten minutes had passed.
Kane beckoned to Dante and showed him the correct way to bundle and tie the rope. Nikki tried to pick up a piece as well, but Kane waved her off. “You should sit down for a few minutes,” he said. “You never know how subspace is going to affect you.”
“I am cold,” Nikki agreed, suddenly aware that she was shivering. Kane put an arm around her shoulders and led her to the couch. There were blankets piled nearby and he covered her with one before bringing her a cup of water.
She sipped it, grateful for the warmth of the cover and the chance to relax. She hadn’t realized how much something like that could take out of her. “What’s subspace?”
Kane had gone back to winding his ropes. “Subspace is an altered state of mind that many submissives go into during scenes. It has been described as a floating feeling, tethered to or having a sense of a spiritual unity with the Dominant.”
“Cosmic,” Dante muttered.
Nikki watched Kane turn an amused glance on him. “Wow. Did you really just say that?”
She smiled to herself, leaning back and closing her eyes to rest them. Just for a minute.
* * * *
Dante put the last of the ropes back in Allie’s duffel bag and turned to see that Kane had picked Nikki up from the couch. She mumbled something, then jerked awake.
“What—Oh, sorry. Guess I fell asleep.” She reached up to rub her eyes. Kane grinned at Dante as he tossed over the blanket. “Could you refold that, please?”
“Sure.” Dante tamped down an irritated thought that Kane was getting to have all the fun. He made sure everything was back the way they’d found it, retrieved the lace dress and then followed Kane and Nikki to the barn door.
She seemed to be wiggling, trying to extricate herself from Kane’s embrace. “You can put me down.”
“I’m not sure I want to.” Kane shoved the door open with his foot and began carrying her up the gentle slope to the house.
“Really,” she protested, her voice getting stronger and her legs, at least, squirming harder. “You don’t have to carry me.”
“Ah, but now you could write more convincingly about the big, manly Dom picking up the heroine and carrying her off to ravage.” Kane’s voice was joking, but he stopped suddenly, waiting for Dante to catch up. “Sorry, dude. Did you want a turn with the ravaging?”
“Sure.” His irritation vanished immediately. Kane apparently had a sense of fair play. Dante stepped up and took the struggling woman into his embrace, passing over the camera and dress.
“Thank goodness.” Kane rubbed his shoulders and upper arms. “I think I did permanent damage during your fiendish persecution of us yesterday.”
Dante laughed and shifted Nikki, who was staring at Kane with a horrified expression. Suddenly she wrenched herself so hard she nearly ripped his arms off getting down.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you,” she said stiffly to Kane, dusting herself off.
Kane stared at her for a moment and then began laughing. “That’s not what I meant, you silly wench.”
“No? What did you mean?” She tilted her head up with what was apparently meant to be a haughty and dignified expression.
Dante decided that the big, bad Dom thing might be fun to experiment with. He scooped her up so that she was draped over his shoulder, a firm grip on her legs. “What he meant was that the yoga ‘that’s for girls’ was harder than he thought. He needs to be in better shape if he’s going to start carrying ladies off to be ravaged.”
He marched back to the house with Nikki sputtering in frustration and Kane chuckling behind them.
Lunch was waiting when they had all changed back into normal clothes. Allie was sitting at the dining room table, waiting as well. “I thought I’d have lunch with you and we can talk about tonight’s play party.”
Dante grinned as he plopped himself down and began scooping casserole onto his plate. “Fantastic. What are we doing?”
/> “I was hoping you would tell me that.” Allie looked a little embarrassed. “We talked about doing a kinky food party, and we’ve got some subs lined up who are willing to be used for it—”
“Wait, what?” Nikki stared. “Be used how?”
“Naked subs lie down on the table and food is served on them,” Allie told her as she passed the rolls around. “We need to go early, though, and do the pictures as everything is being set up. We can’t take pictures in the dungeon once people start arriving.”
“I’ve been to one of those,” Kane said. “It can be really artistic. How are you going to use it, Dante?”
Dante thought about it. “I’m not really sure. Could one of you do a blog post tomorrow on the party? Then we’ll have the fact that there was a kinky food party, the fact that Candee Appelbaum was there with her mystery lover-partner, and her take on it.”
“So you’re doing the reveal of Candee’s new partner?” Allie asked.
“I thought I’d do that as a big Pinterest and blog thing tomorrow,” Dante said. “If you want to write a little article about sexy food, I can probably get it out there separately. That wouldn’t hurt, and would be a great way to start tying the two audiences together. We want to start getting Allie’s fans and Candee’s fans to be looking at both blogs. This is really good, by the way.”
“Thanks.” Allie nodded thoughtfully. “I could do that. But not today. Today I’ve got to get the food ready. Did you have anything special in mind?”
“There’s the usual chocolate and whipped cream kind of thing,” Dante said slowly.
Allie nodded. “I was thinking of having one ‘station’ where people could write on the submissive’s body with strawberries and melted chocolate, and then either lick or wipe it off.”
Kane filled his plate. “Of course there’s sushi. That’s always a nice decorative addition.”
Allie took a notebook out of her pocket and began scribbling. “Sushi, of course. That goes well with the vegetable theme, too.”
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