by Jenna Jacobs
“So, are you ready to keep breaking out of your cocoon, kitten?” Dylan asked with a broad smile. “We’re more than ready show you how to spread your wings and fly.”
“Spreading my wings to fly” wasn’t the lurid thought flashing in my mind. But spreading my legs and flying to the heavens was…in living color. Damn my pent-up orgasms.
“Who wants coffee?” I squeaked. “Either of you hungry? I’ll make breakfast.” I was just about to scramble from beneath the covers when I remembered I was naked. “Nick, could you please hand me my robe?”
A devilish smile spread over his lips as he reached out and cupped my cheek. “You will address us both as Sir from now on and your safe word is red.”
My guts seized and I swallowed with an audible gulp. Submission 101 had begun.
“I assume you know all about safe words?” he went on. I nodded and noticed the smile had fallen from Nick’s face. His tone took on a commanding edge and his eyes conveyed stern authority. “We will ask or give an order only once. If you fail to meet our request, you will be punished, unless of course you call your safe word.”
“Don’t think about calling ‘red’ unless you’re in physical or emotional pain, kitten. That will earn you an even harsher punishment,” Dylan issued in solemn warning.
“You won’t be wearing your robe today, pet. If fact, you won’t be wearing clothes for quite some time.” A wolfish grin spread over Nick’s mouth.
“But…” I swallowed tightly. “It’s cold.”
“Then your nipples will be deliciously hard for us, kitten.” Dylan quipped with an equally hungry smile. “Never fear, pet. We’ll keep the barn nice and warm.”
Nick stood and extended his hand. “Coffee sounds wonderful, little one. Please go to the kitchen and make some for us.”
What had I gotten myself into? Last night the thought of submissive training sounded like heaven. But morning brought with it the stark reality that I was in way over my head. Suddenly, learning submission felt more like a prison sentence. Surely they didn’t expect me to frolic around all day in the nude…did they?
“You’re not already testing the rules, are you, kitten?”
I shook my head as I stared at Dylan. “No…Sir.”
“Good. I’d hate for us to get started off on the wrong foot, princess.” He smiled.
I sucked in a courageous breath then slid the covers off my body. My nipples beaded instantly and the steady throb of the turgid peaks had nothing to do with the cool air. Before I could begin to rise from the bed, Dylan cupped my shoulder.
“Wait, before you go.” He leaned down and covered his silky, hot mouth around my nipple. Sucking it deep, his tongue swirled over my rippled flesh then flicked my turgid bud.
“Ahhh,” I cried out on a breathy sigh.
He pulled back with a satisfied smile as he gazed down at my slickened peak. “That’s to keep you focused on us while you make coffee, kitten.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered on a shaky breath.
As I eased out of bed, I prayed my trembling legs didn’t give way and cause me to eat the floor, face first. Luckily, I made it out the door without any clumsy moves. That was probably because I was too focused on wondering if they were gawking at the cellulite on my naked butt as I left the room.
My wet nipple burned to be immersed in Dylan’s hot mouth again, and my hands trembled as I began to make the coffee. I could hear their deep, muffled voices coming from my room but couldn’t make out what they were discussing. “Probably plotting all the ways they can think of to make me squirm.” I whispered under my breath.
As I filled the carafe with water, my arm brushed across my turgid nipple. A soft moan rolled from the back of my throat.
To keep you focused on us…
“You have no idea how focused I am right now, dude.” I hissed quietly. “And it’s not on coffee, that’s for damn sure.”
A rich aroma filled the kitchen as I arranged cream, sugar and various sundries upon a serving tray and when the coffee maker stopped gurgling, I filled three mugs. Taking careful steps, I made my way back to the bedroom and made it without the inky brew sloshing over the rims.
Dylan and Nick sat clustered together in matching wingback chairs. Between them, a pillow lay on the carpet. They expected me to serve them in true submissive style. Even though I’d never attempted them, I’d read about serves, and was determined not to fail my first lesson. Gliding my knees to the pillow, I kept my eyes cast downward as I slowly set the tray down in front of me. Catching a glimpse of my beaded nipples, a tiny smile tugged my lips. I’d been so centered on my task, I’d almost forgotten I was nude.
Panic swarmed in a sudden rush. Not because I was kneeling at their feet in my birthday suit, but because I had no clue who I was supposed to serve first.
“Very nice, little one,” Nick praised as he leaned forward, trailing his fingers over my cheek.
“Beautifully done, kitten,” Dylan complimented with a matching caress.
I sat frozen, my mind whirling with indecision.
“May I ask a question?”
“May I ask a question, Sirs,” Nick corrected.
“Right, sorry. May I ask a question, Sirs?”
“Yes, of course. Raise your head, kitten and ask away.”
I peered up at Dylan then cast a wary glance toward Nick. “I don’t know who to serve first, Sirs.” My confession was soft, mirroring the smallness I felt inside.
“Ah, sorry, kitten. We forgot to explain that. You will always serve Nick first. He’s more of an Alpha-Dom. That’s not to say that I’m not a Dominant, but Nick is wired a bit more demanding than I am.”
I’d already surmised that from their opposing traits, but having it confirmed somehow made Nick’s dominance even more intimidating.
Nick laughed softly as he glanced at Dylan. “That was very… tactful.”
Dylan shrugged, his familiar impish grin curling over his lips. “I try.”
“Thank you, Sirs,” I replied with a nod then turned my attention all on Nick. “How do you like your coffee, Sir?”
“Cream, with lots of sugar. I like sweet things, pet...like you.” He smiled.
A shiver chased up my spine as I prepared his mug. I could feel his gaze following my every move. With trembling hands, I turned the cup until the handle faced toward him then raised it above my head. Keeping my eyes cast toward the floor, I prayed the coffee wouldn’t slop and burn his thigh. I exhaled a grateful sigh of relief as his broad hands encased mine, stilling the wobble.
“You’re doing fine, kitten.” Dylan’s praise bolstered my confidence. “I prefer mine black, please.”
“Yes Sir. Thank you.”
Nick’s touch may have calmed my trembling hands but did nothing to still my thundering heart. I wanted to please them, to prove I was worthy of their tutelage. Their calm patience and reassurance were an added bonus. They’d brought my yearnings bubbling to the surface and with it a strange feeling of being whole. And while I couldn’t quite wrap my head around it, I knew I’d been bestowed with a precious gift…their Dominance.
Nick released his hold on my hand and accepted the cup. “You may serve Dylan now, little one.”
Raising the second mug of coffee above my head wasn’t as difficult or as scary. Dylan kissed my fingers as he drew the cup from my hands.
“Excellent job, kitten. You may enjoy your coffee now, as well.”
“Thank you, Sir.” A wave of satisfaction filled me as I prepared my own mug. Sipping the sweet, hot brew warmed me and I was grateful not only for the coffee infusion, but that I’d actually succeeded in not screwing up my first lesson. I sat back on my heels as we chatted, wondering what their next task might be.
Their greedy gazes roamed over my breasts and between my legs. I tried not to squirm as my body reacted to each stirring caress. Before our mugs were empty, Nick stood.
“We’re going to fix some breakfast, little one. Why don’t you go relax in the tub and
we’ll come get you when it’s ready.”
“Yes, Sir. Would you like me to take the tray back to the kitchen for you?”
“No, kitten. We’ll take care of it. You run along and relax for a bit. Rest up for your first day of training.”
“I will, Sir.” I smiled. This submission stuff was great. Well, all except for trekking around nude.
As the tub filled, I brushed my teeth then poured my favorite jasmine bath oils into the steaming water. After shoving my hair into a clip, I stepped into the luxurious water, engaged the jets than immersed my body. My eyes all but rolled to the back of my head as pulses of liquid bliss drummed over my sore muscles.
Nick entered the bathroom long before I was ready to leave the soothing tub, announcing that breakfast was ready. Holding open a big soft towel, his eyes sparkled as I stood and flipped the drain. Heat rushed through me as I tried to shove my insecurities of being naked aside and stepped from the tub.
Nick didn’t dry my body with sexual purpose, but with reverent affection in a bonding sort of way. And for some strange reason, it felt more intimate than the kiss we’d shared the night before. Steam clouded the mirror as I released the clip in my hair and set it by the sink. On instinct, I looked around for my robe before I remembered their “no clothes” rule. I steeled myself to leave the warm, humid bathroom, naked as a jay bird.
“I picked out some clothes for you. They’re on the bed. Dress and then join us, little one.” Nick winked as if he could read my mind.
“Oh, gawd, thank you.” I rejoiced.
He raised his brows. “Thank you, who?”
“Ah, I mean, thank you, Sir.”
“Much better. Hurry up. We’ve fixed a feast and we want you to enjoy it while it’s hot.”
“I will, Sir. Thank you.” I nodded as he left my room.
I sighed in delight when I spied my cotton pajama bottoms, a long sleeved thermal shirt, and a pair of socks upon the bed. No panties? No bra? It didn’t matter, I was just thankful I had warm clothes to wear.
Breakfast was incredible. Fluffy blueberry pancakes, country ham, hash brown potatoes, orange juice and coffee. The conversation was light. Dylan and Nick seemed unusually quiet, which troubled me. Maybe they were in Dom mode and trying to keep my on my toes. The thought excited me and scared me a bit.
When the meal was done, I stood and started to gather the dishes.
“Sit down, kitten,” Dylan instructed. When I eased back into the wooden chair, he forced a tight smile. My anxiety spiked. “Do you know why we let you wear clothes this morning?”
“No, Sir.” Why had they allowed me to get dressed? Were they throwing in the towel? Had I done something wrong, failed the first test without even knowing it? One derisive thought after another hammered through my brain.
“Why do you think you’ve been allowed to dress, little one?” Nick asked with an intense stare.
“Because I failed,” I whispered, then hung my head.
They both scoffed softly, which led me to peek up beneath dark lashes. “No,” Nick began. “We wanted you to feel more secure. More safe, so to speak. We’re going to ask you some questions and we expect absolute and total honesty. Understood?”
Great. I’d rather have done the damn dishes in the nude, than participate in their Dominant inquisition. “Yes, Sir,” I said on a bitter sigh.
“I detect some resistance, kitten. Why is that?” Dylan tilted his head as he pinned me with an expectant look.
“I’m afraid that once you find out I’m nothing special, you’ll decide this training stuff is a waste of time.”
“Thank you for your honesty.” Nick replied, his midnight eyes delving into mine as he wrapped a broad hand over my fingers. I drank in his heat as my body trembled. “That’s the last thing we’d ever think. Everything about you is special. When we came upon you on the road yesterday, before you even opened your car door, we knew you weren’t like any other woman we’d met.”
Boy he’s good. Nick blew smoke so smooth and lush, I almost believed him.
“So, our first question is one we asked last night. How many times have you had sex?”
His words hit me like a freight train. They wanted all the gory details of my non-existent sex life. I suddenly realized I didn’t have near enough clothes on. Rife with scenarios of rejection, I tried to imagine what their reaction would be when they found out I was as sexually inexperienced as I was green of the lifestyle. I figured they’d laugh and I’d feel like a fool, but they wouldn’t hurt me, at not least physically.
This test wasn’t nearly as easy as serving them coffee. They’d gone from baby steps to pushing me off a fucking overpass. This was going to end one of two ways: they’d catch me or I’d end up splattered on the ground. The odds were fifty-fifty. I sucked in a deep breath then raised my head. Staring across the room, I focused on a putrid oil painting hanging on the wall that I’d never noticed before. Big gaudy flowers in unnatural tones held a certain symmetry that aligned with my feelings of inadequacy.
“Two,” I confessed on a modest whisper, then prepared myself for the worst.
“Okay. Can you tell us about the two men? What were they like?”
That was it? Just “okay?” Nothing more about my huge, ugly confession? They didn’t fall out laughing. Hell, they didn’t even snicker. It obviously took a shitload to shock them. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind they’d each had more than two lovers…two hundred probably. And I was certain they’d never gone four days without sex, let alone four years.
To my surprise, they didn’t respond; they just moved on to the next question. Shit. What did Nick just ask me?
“I’m sorry, Sir. What was the question?”
Nick raised his brows and his lips drew into a tight, thin line. “You know the rules. If I’m forced to repeat myself, then stand and bend over the table, girl.”
“I… No. I mean, I was thinking about something else. I didn’t hear your question, Nick, honestly.”
A devilish smile curled on his lips. “It’s Sir, little one. Consider this a reminder to focus on my words.”
My body shivered—not with fear—but arousal. Finally I was going to feel what a spanking was really like, not by a hairbrush bent over the bathroom sink, but by a real Dominant’s hand. Filled with trepidation and delight, I couldn’t speak. I simply stood and waited while Dylan pushed the dishes aside and placed his wide palm between my shoulders. With firm but insistent pressure, he pushed me flat against the polished wooden surface; gathered my wrists and extended my arms high above my head.
“Don’t move, kitten,” he breathed in my ear before he placed a kiss on my shoulder.
Self-conscious about my ass proffered in such a vulnerable position, I didn’t want to focus too keenly on whether they found it repulsive. As if reading my mind, a sound slap landed over my butt cheeks, followed by a brilliant fire that spread over my ass, sluiced down my legs, and crawled up my back. I’d expected the pain but what I hadn’t predicted was the needful throb of my clit, or the deluge of slickness that spilled from inside me.
“Oh, yesssss,” I hissed as I sagged against the table while arching my ass high in the air. “More. Please.”
Nick swore under his breath as Dylan expelled a gravelly chuckle.
“This is supposed to be punishment, little one,”
Unable to miss the humor in Nick’s voice, he leaned over my body and brushed the hair from my nape.
“It feels good, Sir,” I confessed on a dreamy sigh.
Savoring the lingering sting, I didn’t object when my cotton pants were eased from my body. As I shivered at the contrast between my heated flesh and the cool air of the room, chairs scraped over the tile floor. I wanted to sneak a peek and see what they were up to, but kept my forehead pressed against the smooth table…waiting. Anticipation soared as kinky thoughts saturated my mind.
“Spread your legs, kitten,” Dylan instructed as a pair of hands gripped my thighs, widening my stance. “You’re
already wet, pet. I can smell your sweet cunt and fuck if it doesn’t make my mouth water.”
Dylan’s crude language was like an aphrodisiac. I moaned my affirmation as I ground my hips against the table’s edge.
Without warning, another sturdy slap landed on my ass. I sucked in a hiss, welcoming an even brighter surge of fire. I exhaled with quick hard puffs as I basked in the swelling tide, wanting nothing more than to drown in its torrid bliss.
A quick succession of wicked slaps lit up my flesh and I cried out as I writhed.
“Your safe word is red. Do you need to use it, little one?” Nick asked in a feral growl.
“No, Sir,” I gasped as tears spilled from my eyes. “More. Please.”
“Look at that,” Dylan said with a hint of awe.
“Son of a bitch,” Nick moaned. “I think maybe you should help her out, man.”
Enveloped in a haze of fire and demand, their voices were distant. Hazy.
Thick fingers spread my labia and I cried out in surprise as my body took control over my mind, demanding what it needed. My hips ground a hungry rhythm atop the table as a wide palm soothed in unhurried circles over my inflamed orbs.
“Touch my clit, oh please. Please. I need it,” I begged with a brazen plea.
“Yes, kitten. I’ll touch it and a whole lot more.” Dylan promised from somewhere below the table.
I was jolted by his warm, slick tongue as it slid up my center in a slow, languid swipe. My knees buckled and my aching pussy pressed over his face. No man’s mouth had ever touched me there. It was a savagely intoxicating sensation and I growled like a feral beast.
“Easy, little one,” Nick murmured in my ear as he wedged his arm between the table and my belly, securing my waist in a tight grip. My whole world centered on Dylan’s wicked tongue as he lapped my swollen folds, guzzling my nectar and toying with my clit.
“Why don’t you date more men?” Nick growled in my ear.
“What?” I panted, lost in the euphoric splendor of Dylan’s masterful mouth.
Nick landed a harsh slap upon my ass.
“Oh Christ, no,” I wailed.
Another brutal smack brought me up from the table as a cry of searing delight tore from my throat.
