Cassie smiled and shrugged. “Sorry, Isabella.”
“That’s okay. You’ll come to your senses eventually.”
“No, she won’t,” Logan said and Cassie laughed, realizing she had laughed more in the last few days than she had in the previous eight years.
“Time to get showered and dressed, sugar,” Luc said. “Logan and I have to be at the club by nine.”
Cassie took his hand and he twirled her around and swatted her bottom then urged her toward the door. Logan dropped his fork, stood up, and followed them.
As soon as they entered the bedroom, Luc tugged Cassie to a stop then stripped the T-shirt over her head. “Bend over the bed, sugar.”
Cassie lowered her eyes then stepped back. “Permission to speak, please, Sir.”
“Permission granted,” Luc said.
“Did I do something wrong, Sir?”
Logan chuckled. “No, sugar. Luc and I just want to put our mark on you before you go to the spa.”
Cassie moved to the side of the bed. She looked at them then spread her legs and slowly bent over. She went up on tiptoes and stuck her bottom up and out. “Like this, Sirs?” She gave them a little tantalizing wiggle.
Luc moved behind her, and ran his hands over her ass, then gave each cheek a squeeze. “Yes, sugar, just like that.” He chafed his hands over her one more time then swatted her left cheek. Logan moved to her right side and swatted her right cheek. They went back and forth, one after the other, until her butt was stinging and she was wiggling to get away and yet pressing back into their hands.
Luc bent over and ran his lips over her butt cheeks. “You have the sweetest ass I’ve ever seen, sugar. It’s a beautiful rosy pink now. Beautiful.” He dropped another kiss on her bottom before he stepped back. “I’ll be hard and thinking about your ass all day.”
Logan leaned over, kissed the back of her neck, and chafed her ass with his hands. He laughed when she squeaked. “You have the prettiest ass, sugar. So plump and soft.” He kissed her neck then bumped his hard cock against her hip and smiled before he led her into the bathroom. Working together they had her showered and dried off in less time than it took her to decide which gel scent she wanted to use. Luc pulled a sundress from the closet and dropped it over her head and buttoned it as Logan stood by with her sandals. Once she was dressed they stood back and examined her then Luc stepped behind her and braided her hair. Logan handed him a leather thong to tie the end and then they grunted their approval.
“The club has good security so you’ll be safe in the spa. When your appointments are over, we’ll come and get you. Don’t go with anyone else unless it’s one of our brothers or Thor,” Logan said.
“What about Mac or Ben?” Cassie asked, then waited while they came to a decision.
“Ben and Mac but nobody else from Thor’s agency. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Luc.”
Luc almost smiled at her. “Excellent. Tomorrow night we’re going to Club Mystique. It’s always crowded on Friday night.”
“Luc and I want to show you off, sugar. We’re planning an erotic spanking scene. Do you think you can handle that?”
“No restraints?” Cassie asked.
“No restraints,” Luc said, a little frown in his eyes.
Won’t people think that’s odd?” Cassie asked, biting her lip.
“Don’t worry about what people think, sugar. We don’t,” Logan said.
Cassie smiled. Of course, the Dominating Duo wouldn’t care what anyone else thought.
“Do you like to role play, Cassie?” Luc asked.
“I don’t know. I’ve never actually done it but I’ve fantasized about it.”
“Then, we’ll have fun finding out,” Logan said, “but Friday night we’re just going to do an erotic spanking scene and you’ll have your safewords to use if you get scared.”
Cassie smiled. “Thank you, Sirs.”
“We’re going to spank your beautiful ass, finger your pretty little cunt, and have you suck our cocks, sugar,” Luc said. “Today, Logan and I want you to think about the scene we’ve planned. If there’s anything you want to add, or think you wouldn’t like we expect you to discuss it with us this evening. Understand?”
Cassie smiled. “Yes, Luc.”
“We want to use a vibrator on your sweet little pussy and taste your sweet cream. Do you agree?” Logan asked.
Cassie nodded. “Yes, Logan.”
“One last question,” Luc said. “Where do you stand on anal sex?”
Cassie remembered the two days the men had held her and shivered, then paled. “I don’t think I’d like it.”
Luc moved over to her, grasped her braid at her nape, and then tipped her head back. “Are you afraid we’ll hurt you or are you opposed to anal sex?”
Cassie looked into his eyes and could see his concern for her. “I’m afraid it will hurt.”
Luc kissed her once, then again. “Thank you for being honest, Cassandra.”
Logan pulled her into his arms then brushed his lips over hers. “We won’t play with your ass at the club for now. We will eventually touch you there but only here at the house. We’ll take it slow and easy until you’re ready.”
“What if I’m never ready for that?” Cassie looked away, worried that she would disappoint them.
“Then, sugar, there’s a lot of other things you’ll love,” Logan said.
Luc frowned and sent Logan their signal for “wuss” then turned Cassie toward him. “Sugar, once we start playing with your ass you’re going to love it so much you’re going to be begging us to fuck it.”
Just the thought of having Luc and Logan inside her at the same time made her ache with need. It was something she had always wanted even though she was no longer sure she could handle the experience. Logan moved up behind her and pressed his chest against her back. They surrounded her with their arms and she signed with pleasure. “I promise I’ll try.”
Luc kissed the tip of her nose. “That’s my brave girl.”
Logan kissed the back of her neck. “Let’s go. The sooner we take care of business the sooner we can get back home and take care of you, sugar.”
* * * *
Cassie groaned with pleasure as the masseuse worked on the muscles of her shoulders. From the other side of the curtain, she heard Marisol say something in Spanish and the masseuse answered back in Spanish then laughed.
So far the four of them had been given manicures, pedicures, and the inevitable waxing. Cassie giggled as she remembered the curses from Jenna during her treatment. She opened her eyes and admired the rosy red color on her fingernails before she dropped her head back into the headrest of the massage table and looked down. An image of herself was reflected back to her in the conveniently placed mirror.
She stared at herself as she thought about Luc and Logan. They would keep her safe until they found out what she had done, and then they would hate her. A tear fell onto the mirror followed by several more. The pool they formed distorted her image just as her faulty memory hid the truth of the past from her. All she knew was one moment she had been a happy teenager with a father she adored and the next she had been a terrified, and enraged, young woman standing beside her father’s grave.
Would Luc and Logan forgive her if she told them how she had gotten involved with the drug gang? Would it be better to tell them or keep her secrets and hope they never found out? She bit her lip and admitted to herself that when they learned the truth she wouldn’t be able to bear the hatred and contempt she would see in their eyes. She also knew she would endanger them if she stayed without telling them everything she had remembered. She shouldn’t stay but she didn’t want to go.
Lost in her thoughts, she was startled when the masseuse covered her with a warm blanket then left the room. She pulled in a deep breath and decided there was no time like the present to leave. She sat up then smothered her gasp of surprise when she saw Addison, Jenna, and Marisol lined up against the wall, watching her.
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br /> Addison smiled. “Hi, Cassie. Feeling better now?”
Oh, shit they know something’s up. She decided to try to bluff her way out of what looked like an intervention of some kind. “Hi, Addison. Everybody done? Time to go?”
“Not yet,” Jenna said. “We wanted to talk to you about yesterday.”
“Oh.” Cassie looked down. “What about it?”
“You fell asleep before the end of the meeting,” Addison said. “You missed Thor asking why you were targeted by those men.”
Cassie bit her lip. “I, uh—”
“Cassie, we all have secrets and we want you to know your secret is safe with us,” Addison said. “For instance, I know a lot of things that I haven’t gotten around to telling Cade yet and I don’t intend to tell him until he asks me about them.”
“And, I speak exceptional English but Thor doesn’t know and I don’t intend to tell him until I’m ready to do so,” Marisol said. “I was in his office yesterday and I heard the conversation between you and Luc. Thor intends to find out why you were targeted.”
“And, well, I don’t have a secret yet, but someday I will and when I do Addison, Marisol, and you will help me keep it,” Jenna said.
Cassie gave a little laugh then tears glazed her eyes. “It’s not that simple. If Luc and Logan knew my secret they would hate me. You would hate me.”
Addison grabbed Cassie’s hand and squeezed it. “We are your friends, Cassie. Your best friends. No matter what we will always love and protect you just as you will always love and protect us.”
A sob escaped Cassie’s lips and suddenly she was crying, her shoulders jerking with the intensity of her grief. Addison, Marisol, and Jenna huddled around her.
The masseuse pulled the curtain back, took one look, and said, “There’s a private lounge at the end of the corridor. I’ll bring you a pitcher of ice water and a tray of snacks.”
Addison tugged on Cassie’s hand and the four of them moved to the lounge and made themselves comfortable. As soon as the promised tray had been delivered, Jenna leaned forward and said, “Okay, talk.”
Cassie shook her head.
Marisol bumped Jenna aside then took Cassie’s hand. “Cassie, my father is a very bad man. He is the head of a drug cartel and he has done many bad things but he is my father and I love him and he loves me and my sister, Valentina. I tell you this so you know that all of us have things in our past that are not good. Things we had no control over. Do you have something like this?”
Cassie glanced at Marisol, then at Addison and Jenna. “I can’t tell you because it wouldn’t be fair to you. If I did and you kept it from Cade and Jackson, it would be like you were lying to them.”
“That’s true,” Jenna said. “Jackson would be really pissed off.”
Addison bit her lip, nodded, then grinned and said, “Jenna and I will leave the room and you can tell Marisol.”
“Yes, I have no obligation to tell the farmer what I know,” Marisol said, then laughed.
Addison and Jenna hugged Cassie then left the room.
Marisol sat down next to Cassie and held her hand. “Now, tell me this sorrow.”
Cassie tried to smile but couldn’t. “When I was seventeen, a girl named Julia Wilson moved into my neighborhood with her parents, Don and Linda Wilson. I didn’t know her very well but we began going places together. She had an older boyfriend named Jimmy but everyone called him Ice. I didn’t know why until later.”
“He was involved with drugs?”
“Yes and he would have Julia take packages to his friends.”
“Drugs?” Marisol asked.
Cassie nodded. “When I found out what was in the packages, I tried to talk Julia into going to the police. I didn’t realize she knew all along that she was delivering drugs.”
“That’s when they abducted you,” Marisol said.
Cassie nodded. “Yes, but I’ve only recently begun remembering a lot of this. It’s hard to sort out what I’ve always remembered and what I’ve only recently remembered. Does that make sense?”
“Yes,” Marisol said. “What happened to Julia?”
“I don’t know. I think she and her family moved away while I was healing. I never saw her again after I was taken.”
“You need to write down everything you can remember about her and Jimmy and his friend. Her parents, too. Name, age, birthday if you know it, her address, phone number, what kind of car she drove,” Marisol said. “Maybe we can find a sketch artist to draw them.”
“I already have a file on each person I remember. I’ve also done drawings of them.” Then seeing Marisol’s questioning glance, she said, “Before my father was killed I wanted to go to art school. After I was taken I decided to do something in law enforcement instead.”
“Thor was going to talk to you about this tonight but he has been called back to Dallas. He said he probably wouldn’t be back until the day of the wedding. Do you have the sketches and information with you?”
“Yes. I keep one copy with me at all times. It’s a good thing I do because the backup copy was stolen from my apartment a couple weeks ago.” Cassie began to cry again. “I don’t want to tell Luc and Logan. I’m afraid they won’t believe me, but if I keep this from them it’s the same thing as lying to them. I thought I could stay here but I can’t without putting everyone in danger. That’s why I’ve decided I have to leave.”
“No, you can’t leave. I know the kind of people who are hunting for you. They are killers, Cassie,” Marisol said.
“This will change everything,” Cassie said. “Luc and Logan won’t trust me now. Nobody will.”
“Addison, Jenna and I will trust you,” Marisol said. “Have you signed a contract with Luc and Logan?”
Cassie shook her head, her newly conditioned and trimmed hair fell over her shoulders and caught the light in the room. “We negotiated one but haven’t signed it yet.”
“Then you must tell them before you sign the contract and let Thor listen. Perhaps you can do this with Thor on the phone again, but your first obligation is to Luc and Logan. You were a young girl when this happened to you and you must remember you were a victim of evil men.” Marisol gave her a searching look. “Do you want to stay with Luc and Logan, Cassie?”
Cassie nodded. “More than I ever thought possible. They’re the only men I’ve wanted to be with since I was seventeen.”
Marisol smiled. “You have been brave for a long time, Cassie, but now it is time to fight for your men.”
* * * *
Cassie examined herself in the mirror, then smiled. She loved the dress Luc had picked out for her. It had a high waist with cap sleeves. It reminded her of a Victorian gown, except the material was so sheer it didn’t conceal anything. The hem ended less than an inch below her butt cheeks and her nipples, which were already hard in anticipation of the coming evening, pushed against the bodice. The white lace tops of her thigh-high hose were several inches below the hem of her skirt.
Behind her Addison whistled then giggled and Jenna joined in.
“Wow,” Jenna said, walking around Cassie. “Did Logan and Luc give you that outfit?”
Cassie nodded. “I never realized I have so many curves.”
“Yum,” Jenna said. “If I was gay I’d totally do you.”
“Me, too,” Addison said, then smiled, and stepped back and stared at Cassie and Jenna as a gleam appeared in her eyes.
“Ah, oh,” Jenna said. “Addison’s thinking up a scheme and you and I are going to be a part of it, Cassie.”
“Is that bad?” Cassie asked.
“Yes, always,” Jenna said.
“No,” Addison said. “I was just thinking Cade’s birthday is coming up in November. A couple weeks ago I caught him and Jackson watching the single subs doing an all-girls shower scene. Cade and Jackson really enjoyed watching it.”
“No,” Jenna said then looked at Cassie. “Say no, Cassie.”
“Uh, no?” Cassie said.
“Y
es,” Addison said. “It would be fun. The three of us could do a shower scene for Cade, Jackson, Logan and Luc. They would love it.” She smiled again. “Really love it.”
“Buy him a tie,” Jenna said.
“He already has a huge collection of ties,” Addison said.
“Wait,” Cassie said. “I might be interested in doing this.”
“Traitor,” Jenna said.
Cassie laughed. “I have a lot of catching up to do.” She looked at Addison. “What would we have to do?”
“Well, not as much as they did but we could get in the shower together and use the sponges to wash each other, maybe touch each other’s breasts. Things like that.”
“Oh, god,” Jenna said. “Jackson would totally love that.”
“I think Luc and Logan would, too,” Cassie said.
Addison clapped her hands together like a child with a secret. “Then, it’s a deal. I’ll make all the plans.”
Jenna groaned then kicked off her shoes and placed them in her locker. She adjusted her hand-embroidered, dark blue corset. Ready?”
“Not yet.” Addison pulled a piece of paper out of her locker. Jenna recognized it and snorted. Addison gave her a shushing motion then said, “Cassie, I have something for you. When I was having trouble with Cade—”
“You’re still having trouble with Cade,” Jenna said, and Addison gave her another shushing motion.
“As I was saying—when I was having trouble with Cade, my friend Maggie Lamont gave me this brochure. It really helped me and I want you to have a copy because I think it will help you, too.”
Cassie took the brochure and her brows went up as she read the title. “Why are you giving me a brochure about training horses? I don’t even know how to ride, Addison.”
“Open it,” Addison said.
Cassie read part of it, then gasped and giggled and turned it over in her hands. “I don’t understand. Someone’s gone through it and marked out the word ‘horse’ and replaced it with the word ‘Dom’ and then they marked out the word ‘human’ and replaced it with the word ‘sub.’”
“It helps you figure out how to deal with your Doms,” Addison said. “I think you should use this rule tonight.” Addison pointed to a rule on the brochure.
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