by Jane Jamison
“We missed you.”
She hadn’t expected Aaron to say that. “You did?” Then why hadn’t they called?
“Yeah, we did,” agreed Seth. “We would’ve called, but we had to go out of town on a mission for the team.”
“So your phone doesn’t work out of town?” She winced, hating that she’d blurted it out, then tried to take it back. “I’m sorry. It’s none of my business where you went or why you didn’t call.”
Aaron shifted to face her. “No, it’s okay to ask. And yes, our phones work just fine. However, we were on a mission that required no contact with anyone. When we’re on duty like that, then we follow protocol.”
“Oh.” She still felt badly for asking, even though he’d let her off easy. “Can I ask? Were you successful? Did you help whoever needed it?”
Pride showed in the way he sat up taller. “Yeah. Everything turned out great.”
“Good.” She looked down, unable to meet his gaze much longer.
“Is that why you came by? To ask why we haven’t called you?”
Damn. Could she run out and never look back? And yet, she could hear Ruthie’s voice in her head. Just say it, damn it.
“I came by to see if you’d had any luck getting other firefighters to pose. My friend, Tyler Dilson, has offered his studio and his equipment, but he can only give us part of next week. After that, he has several shoots he has to do. Will next Monday work for you?”
“Whoa, you move fast.”
Was that calling the kettle black? They’d moved plenty fast at the bar. “You knew we had to get going on this. My tuition is due soon, so I don’t have any time to waste. Plus, Tyler’s offered to help me with the photos, so I don’t want to pass that up. He’s a terrific photographer.”
“Monday won’t work for us. We’re on duty. But I’ll check with the other guys and see if they can shoot first. We’ve asked around and found a few more men. Brody and Wiley Russell aren’t on duty Monday, so I’ll get them to come over. They’re willing to help out on the condition that Michelle, their lady, is in attendance. My suggestion would be to use Michelle as one of your models.”
“Really? Has she done any modeling?”
“I don’t think so, but Seth and I were talking the other night. How about using women who aren’t models?”
“I don’t get you.” She was getting excited about the project the more they talked about it. They’d been on a mission, and yet, they’d had time to ask the men and had even come up with an idea about the women.
Seth flipped his chair around, then leaned forward. “Why not have the women in the pictures be real women? Women who have curves and not-so-perfect bodies. Women who don’t spend half their lives in the gym or live on salad. What do you think?”
Why hadn’t she thought of it? How often had she and Ruthie complained about the touched-up pictures in magazines giving women an image that simply wasn’t real or even attainable? “I like it. That’s a great idea.”
“That way Michelle could pose for you and Ruthie could, too. And, if your photographer friend is there to help, you can be in our shot.”
“Me? As a model?” She’d always preferred being on the other side of the camera. And posing while in a sexual position with Seth and Aaron? The thought of it was enticing, but could she pull it off?
“Yeah. I can see it now.” Aaron took her purse and handed it off to Seth, who put it on the table. He played with the top button of her blouse. “You on your back with me between your legs and Seth playing with your tits. That would be one hell of a picture.”
“He’s right. That month alone would have the calendar flying off the shelves.”
“I’m only going to sell it online and on a very limited basis. Just enough to pay for my tuition. Once I’ve got that managed, then we’re out of business.” She shook her head. “No. I can’t be in a photo. What if my mother or father saw it? Or my boss?” She could easily imagine Agnes’s reaction if she ever saw it.
“That’s the problem we’re having with getting more guys. They don’t want to go fight a fire and have someone point out that they’re Mr. November.”
She hadn’t thought about that. Firefighters were heroes, stand-up role models for kids. Why would any of them want to get involved?
“Don’t worry.” Aaron undid the button, then moved on to the next in line. “You can shoot so that nothing erect is showing. Plus, I’ve already checked with our captain, Captain Wheeler, and he says to go for it as long as you don’t put our names or the location of the station. He’d rather you don’t even put the name of the town. Hey, how about calling it something like ‘Firemen Gone Wild?’”
“He’s right. Everything important, including the women’s private parts, will get covered. It’s the nature of the sexual activity that matters. It’s the play aspect of it that’s the real angle.”
“Hey, I’ve got an idea.” Aaron’s excitement was contagious, giving her a rush of a different kind. “Call it Hot and Ready. Why? Because the firemen are hot and ready to go into action at a moment’s notice.”
She liked the name, but couldn’t focus on that right now. Not with their hands on her.
Seth lifted her leg—she’d purposefully worn another skirt and blouse—then skimmed his palm along her skin down to her feet. He took off her shoes, let them drop to the floor, and rubbed the bottoms of her feet.
She hadn’t had a foot massage in years. The exotic way Seth rubbed the ball of her feet, then up to work his magic on her toes had her sighing and leaning back into the cushion. The sensation was relaxing, and yet, what Aaron was doing contradicted Seth’s moves.
Aaron, a soft, yet smug, smile on his face, put his mouth against the curve of her neck as he continued to undo one button after another. “Since you’re going to be in the picture with us, you’d better get in a little practice.”
She would’ve sworn a fire had broken out right next to her. She was sure that one had started in between her legs as well. “I still haven’t said I’d pose for a photo.”
“You have to, baby. It’s your project. You need to show everyone else that you’re willing to do whatever it takes to get your tuition money.” Aaron’s tongue traced a path along her collar bone, then down to her cleavage.
Could she pose in front of others? In front of Ruthie and Tyler? And yet, they’d seen her in her bra and panties lots of times while getting dressed. Tyler had a better sense of style than she or Ruthie did and had often helped her dress for a date.
Seth dropped to his knees and ran his hands along her legs, then up under her skirt to push it to her waist. She grabbed hold of the skirt and tried to push it down, but once he’d eased his thumb under her panties, she no longer had the will to stop them. He slipped it over her mons, then brought it to the hem of her panties and gave a little tug. His mouth was only inches away when he flicked his tongue out to sweep over the already moist material. Without thinking about it, she opened her legs for him.
“We can’t. Not here.” She glanced at the door. “What if someone comes in?”
“What if they do? That didn’t bother you at the bar.” Aaron tugged her blouse off one shoulder. “In fact, you liked them watching. Don’t try and deny it.”
She couldn’t and wouldn’t deny it. What else could she do but sit up and let him take the blouse off the other shoulder and pull it away from her? It was hopeless to resist them, even if she’d really wanted to. Her bra followed with one tug from behind and he tossed it away.
Aaron cupped her breast and took a swipe of his tongue across the already taut bud. She moaned and clutched his hair.
“We’re going to have you, baby. And not just with our fingers this time,” he murmured.
Her heart raced, her mind growing fuzzy as Seth tore her panties away, then brought the wet fabric to his nose. He inhaled, his eyes half-closed in ecstasy. “You smell so good, little sub. So very good.” He let the panties fall, kissed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, then gave her a look
that melted her insides.
Smoldering. That’s what he is. What they both are. Smoldering hot.
She’d had plenty of time to think about them during the past few days. They wanted to teach her about BDSM, and although she knew she shouldn’t, she had to go with her heart and her body and ignore her mind. Her attraction had been instantaneous upon meeting them, then had grown exponentially when they’d brought her to a climax at the bar. Her desire had escalated over the time she’d spent away from them, worrying that they didn’t want her. Did it matter that she’d come to them?
“If you want us to stop, just say the word red. Got it?”
She nodded at Aaron. “Tell me what to do.”
He gripped her hair, tugging her head back. “Don’t worry, baby, we will. As long as you’re okay, we’ll keep going.” He glanced behind him and picked up the short strip of hose. “We don’t have any of the things we like to use here at the station, but this’ll do in a pinch.”
“Won’t that hurt?”
He took her wrists in one of his large hands. “If I tied it tight it would, but I’m going to take it easy. It’ll be loose enough that, if you want it off, you can get free if you need to.”
She relaxed. Not that she’d doubted them, but it was difficult to distinguish between excitement and alarm.
“Are you two going to keep talking or what?” Seth flattened his tongue against her pussy lips and raked it over them.
She gasped, her body jerking. “Oh, hell.”
“I guess you liked what Seth did.”
“Yes.”
“What would you like us to do to you, baby?” He finished binding her arms, loosely, but still tight enough that he could pull her arms over her head. “Keep your hands up until I tell you to lower them.”
“Kiss me.” She rose up, bringing her mouth to his, but as their mouths were about to touch, he pushed her back. “But—”
He pressed his mouth against hers, his full, hard mouth taking hers by storm. She melted into the kiss, loving the simple, yet oh-so intimate, movement. Her mind blanked, putting all her focus on it. Nothing else mattered. Not the calendar. Not the tuition she owed. Nothing. Holding the back of her head, he feathered his fingers down her chest to enclose them around her breast. She arched, loving the feelings that warped to light speed inside her. His tongue danced with hers, and when he moaned, the sound filled her, sinking into her until it found her very soul.
When he pulled away, she was left breathless and a little irritated. “Please. Don’t stop.”
“I’m not, baby. This is fate for us. We’ve waited a long time to find a woman we could share and here you finally are. We’re not waiting any longer.”
Seth kissed her tender thigh again. “He’s right. I can’t wait any longer. Let me show you how I feel with my hands and mouth.”
He bent low, and put his tongue to work on top of her mons. Working around the outside, his tongue teased and tortured her skin, flicking over her seams as though he were about to push his way past them, then drawing it up and over her mons again.
Her nipples hardened, tingling along with her clit in anticipation. When would he use his tongue on her clit? When would he thrust it inside her sheath, foreshadowing how his cock would feel?
“You’re going to learn what it’s like to be our woman. Our sub. Do you understand, baby?”
“I’m trying.”
“Good. First lesson. When we tell you to stay still, you stay still.”
“Okay.”
“Then stay. I’ll be back in a second.” Aaron rose and sauntered over to a filing cabinet. He pulled the top drawer out, reached inside and brought out a paper sack. The black paddle he took out looked menacing. “I forgot that I bought this the other day. Just for you.”
She swallowed, trepidation and yearning waging war inside her. What would that thing feel like? Would it hurt? And would the hurt transform into pleasure as she’d read it would?
Seth pulled her pussy lips apart when her attention was on Aaron. Before she knew it, he’d crammed his face against her crotch. His tongue, somehow stronger than it had been before, whipped over her clit, then plunged into her pussy.
She inhaled, almost choking on the hard breath. Her heartbeat quickened, making her chest rise and fall as she dragged in one, then another breath. Her lungs hurt as she tried to get enough air inside them only to have it burst out of her with each stroke of Seth’s tongue.
Again and again he shoved his tongue deep into her wet cave, only to slide it up and run it around her throbbing clit. His thumbs rubbed against the flesh on either side of her clit, massaging the wings of her desire.
She was so turned on so she couldn’t think straight. All she could do was to silently beg for more.
Please, keep eating me, Seth. Please. I need you to lick me dry.
Her gaze switched back and forth, from Seth’s massive shoulders and the top of his head to Aaron as he took his time walking toward her. Aaron patted the black paddle against his palm, making soft thwacking sounds. She wondered how hard he’d hit her and if she could take it. If she didn’t like their sex play, would they give her up? Now that she’d had a taste of them, could she stand the loss?
They’d hardly done anything to her and yet she was already dizzy with desire.
Seth pulled away from her and got to his feet, wiping her juices from his face. “Stand up.”
With his help, she managed to get to her feet. He tugged her arms in front of her. Her legs felt weak, but she was determined not to let them down. She was stunned to realize that all she wanted was to make them happy. By doing that, she’d find her own happiness. She was sure of it.
“Do you understand why we’re going to spank you?”
Aaron slapped the paddle against his palm again. She tried not to react, but she couldn’t help flinching. “To punish me?” And yet, she wasn’t sure what she’d done wrong.
“That’s part of it. You need a punishment for showing up unannounced at the station. Don’t ever do that again.” Seth turned her around, putting her bottom toward Aaron.
She turned her head to look at him, but Seth took her by the chin and made her face him instead.
“No, little sub, it’s more fun if you don’t see it coming.”
She shuddered, thrilled, but still worried. “Will it hurt?”
“It might.” Seth cupped her cheek. “If it’s too much, just say red. Remember that every time we play. Green means that what we’re doing feels good. Yellow says that it’s getting a little dicey. It’s like traffic lights. Do you understand?”
“Yes. Green means go and red means stop.” She managed a weak smile. “And yellow means to get across the intersection as fast as you can.”
Seth’s chuckle was full and throaty. “Our woman has a sense of humor. I like that.”
The first whack of the paddle against her buttock caught her off-guard. The sting of the contact swept through her, ratcheting up the other sensations. Her clit tightened, aching stronger while her body tensed, preparing for another smack. Another strike hit her other butt cheek, jerking her forward. If Seth hadn’t caught her, she might have fallen.
“Baby, tell us your color. Was that too hard?”
The pain hadn’t brought tears to her eyes, but the concern in Aaron’s voice did. Seth bent to see into her eyes, his own worry etched in his brow.
“Yellow. It’s yellow.”
“Take it easy, man. It’s her first time,” warned Seth.
“I will. Give it time, baby. We have to get to know each other’s limits.”
“Are you sure you want to go on?”
She smiled at Seth. “I’m green now.”
Another spank came, this one a little less forceful than the previous one. The sizzle still burned into her skin, but unlike the time before, the pain came and went, replaced by a sudden twinge of her pussy. She’d had her doubts, but that was all right. The heat inside her ballooned, taking the pain of before and changing into a feeling t
hat was indescribable. Every bit of her thrilled, every part of her that had worried was wiped away, replaced by the need to get paddled more.
If this is punishment, I’m going to be a very bad girl.
She didn’t wait for them to ask. Instead, she let them know how she felt. “Green. I’m so green.”
Seth took her hair and jerked her head back. “Do you like it rough, little sub?”
A week ago, she would’ve sworn she wouldn’t, but that had changed like so much in her life had. “I do. I like it rough. But why do you keep calling me little sub? Just because I like this doesn’t mean I’m a submissive.”
His eyes sparkled, his need flaring his nostrils. “You don’t know you are. You’re a submissive, all right. A natural one judging from the way you’re taking so fast to our play.” He kissed her, light and sweet. “You’re our woman. All ours and no one else’s. If you weren’t a sub to us, you’d say red and get the hell out of here. Instead, you came wanting us to show you what it means to be ours.”
She had to risk it, had to find out before they went any farther. “Does that mean it’s not just about sex? That it’s more than these couple of times together?”
He seemed thrown by her questions. “You really don’t know, do you? We want you. None of us knows the other well, but I know what I’m feeling. It’ll take a little time, but I’m betting everything that you’re the one for us.”
She’d wanted to know where they stood, but she’d never expected a commitment like that. He hadn’t said he loved her, but he was telling her there was a chance that he would. His words filled her heart and made her swell with pride.
Aaron enveloped her, bringing his arms around her to hold her against his chest. “We didn’t intend for this to go so fast, but it is what it is. We care for you, baby. When it’s right, I guess you just know it. That’s why we’re showing you that you’re our submissive.”
“But I’m not a weak woman. I can be shy and maybe I try too hard to get along, but I’m not weak.”
“We know that, baby. Being submissive isn’t about being weak. It’s being strong enough to give yourself to your men. It’s being brave enough to put their pleasure ahead of yours just like we’ll do for you.”
