by Jenna Jacob
“Yes,” James affirmed. Ian simply nodded.
Offering up the flowers, James cupped my neck and drew me in for a sweet and potent kiss. My heart skipped, remembering all the pleasure he’d bestowed with that clever mouth of his.
“I’m glad you changed your mind, gorgeous,” he murmured in a low, buttery tone before sliding his arm around my waist, taking me with him as he stepped into the foyer.
Ian breezed in alongside me as well, and cupped his palm to my nape. “I hope you’re not upset, but I told James about our conversation this morning, little one.”
“Ah…no.”
I wasn’t upset or angry; I was relieved, and nervous. As their powerful bodies closed in around me, anxiety leapt to life, and my hormones began flipping off the charts.
“Good.” Ian smiled.
His tawny eyes clung to mine. I couldn’t keep from studying the flecks of bronze and gold as he assessed me with an exacting stare.
“Why don’t we have a quick glass of wine before dinner?” Ian suggested.
“Sure.” I nodded.
Something was different about Ian. His intensity seemed more rigorous, as did a potent aura of sexual energy. It only served to coil my insides up tighter. Plucking the bottle of wine from his hand, I wiggled out of their hold and excused myself before darting off to the kitchen.
Searching for a vase and a bottle opener, I was aware that I’d been followed. Their hot stares bore into my back as I searched through my cabinets. Sucking in a fortifying breath, I discovered a vase at the back of the pantry. Still avoiding their gaze, I filled the heavy, glass container with water and began to arrange the flowers as my hands trembled.
Sensing someone behind me, I smelled James’ unique, masculine scent seconds before he leaned against my back, surrounding me in the warmth of his body. With familiar ease, he skimmed his hands down my arms before he stilled my hands by threading his fingers in mine.
“Tell us what’s frightened you, gorgeous. We’ll talk it out.” His husky voice made my body quiver.
“Okay,” I replied on a trembling breath.
Turning toward him, James’ straining erection caressed my stomach. Our gazes locked and demand uncoiled like a spring. I darted a glance at Ian, who leaned against the doorjamb, relaxed but appraising me keenly. Doubt and fear overtook me.
Pushing away from James, I backed against the pantry. Shaking like a leaf on a blustery, October day, I shook my head. “I’m not sure I can do this.”
“We understand your anxiety,” James replied in a calm, even tone. “I’ve told you before, Liz, you call the shots here. You’re the submissive. That means you have all the power. You can change your mind and take your control back anytime you want.”
“Of course, it goes without saying, we’d rather you didn’t,” Ian added. Pushing off the wood, he moved in next to James. “But unless you tell us everything you’re feeling, we can’t help you, little one.”
“I know that. I—I want to submit, but I’m not sure if I can.” My words came out in a nervous rush. “I just don’t know if I’m ready to…”
“Allow us to make love to you together?” James’ voice dipped in a silky, sultry slide, straight down my spine.
I nodded.
“Answers are spoken out loud, little one,” Ian reminded in a tone that brooked obedience.
“Yes. Yes, Sirs.” I nodded.
“Very nice,” Ian purred. “Are you still worried that when we soar you to the heavens we’ll think you’re nothing more than a vapid bimbo?”
“I’m trying not to, but…yes, a little bit,” I confessed on a ragged sigh.
Drilling me with an expectant stare, Ian extended his hand. Silently, he waited as I battled with my mixed emotions. Finally, I placed my quaking fingers over his and he slowly pulled me to his chest. Skimming a knuckle beneath my chin, he tipped my head back.
“Good girls do all kinds of naughty things, Liz. That doesn’t make them bad, it makes them beautiful. I can’t wait to watch you throw off your inhibitions for us. It makes my dick scream just thinking about it.”
I darted a nervous glance at James. “Is that what you want, too? I mean are you okay with—”
“Very much so, Liz. But only if and when you’re ready.” Sincerity lined James’ face. “Let’s start out with you letting Ian take a taste of you, sweetheart. Are you okay with that?”
“He already has,” I confessed.
A hungry smile spread over James’ lips. “I know, but this time I get to watch.”
The raw and carnal look in his eyes made my nipples draw up tight and dampness spread between my legs. Slanting his head, Ian opened his lips over mine. I knew what was about to happen, but I cleared my mind and didn’t try to analyze it. As I parted for him, Ian plunged his tongue inside my mouth, growling deep in his chest at my small show of submission. His kiss turned savage. Ian gripped my wrists, directing my hand to his crotch. Sliding his strong capable fingers over mine, he wrapped my fist around his steely erection as he tongue-fucked my mouth, in long, lewd strokes.
Swarmed in sensations from every direction, the buzzing in my ears turned to a roar as slickness spilled from my pussy, drenching my thong.
Ian tasted of passion and sin, approval and need, conviction and control. I could feel my brain slowly shutting down as desire and want claimed all my thoughts. A low moan slid from my throat. I melted against his chest and willingly let Ian devour me.
With an animalistic snarl, James pressed in close behind me. His rugged scent melded with Ian’s and my head began spinning faster.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” James murmured in a raspy voice. “Open wider for him, Liz. Let Ian fuck your mouth. He’d love to have his cock thrusting past your pretty pink lips…probably as much as you’d love to have his tongue deep inside your pussy. You’ll give us the sweet pleasure of all of you, won’t you, gorgeous?”
James’ incinerating words torched every cell in my body, and as I whimpered my assent, Ian swallowed the sounds.
“I can’t wait to devour you again,” James whispered. Sliding his tongue over the shell of my ear, he strummed his fingers over my tightly beaded nipples. “Feel your sweet nectar sliding over my tongue as I lap and suck you to oblivion.”
As I tilted my head, writhing between them, James claimed the soft flesh of my neck as Ian continued his lurid assault with his tongue. Gripping his shoulders, I dug my nails into the fabric of Ian’s smooth cotton shirt. And when he finally pulled away, he licked a circle around my lips, taunting me with a skill meant to obliterate my self-control. It did. My needy pussy clutched as I imagined his gifted tongue swirling over my swollen folds.
I held no illusions. When these two forceful men decided to take me, they weren’t simply going to make love to me; they would destroy me.
Sliding his strong fingers into my hair, James tugged my head back, twisting my neck to face him.
“Kiss me, girl,” James whispered.
His quiet command floated in my head like a kite in the clouds.
Hesitating slightly, James clenched his fist, sending tingling shards of pain to dance over my scalp. Ian swiped his tongue up my neck then began nipping the flesh between his teeth. Exhaling on a blissful sigh, I gazed into James’ eyes.
“Your Master has given you a command, little one. Kiss him. Now.” Ian’s tone was silky, yet edged in steel.
Closing my eyes, I lifted my chin as James gently nudged his lips to mine. I opened for him and he kissed me hard, before snaking his tongue inside my mouth. His familiar taste and recognizable claim calmed me. I felt safe. Protected. Loved.
Swallowing the tiny moans that escaped my throat, James lifted one hand to my nape. Holding me steadfast against his mouth, he ate at me, wild and untamed. And as he sank in even deeper, my body hummed in heightened awareness.
Ian’s nimble fingers now plucked at my sensitive nipples. I ached to strip off the barrier of clothing that separated us and feel the heat of their hot, naked flesh against mine.
James abruptly pulled away. I mewled in frustration, then tried to inch toward his mouth for more. But he held me firmly by my hair and shook his head, refusing me while his hungry gaze fastened at my mouth.
“Pretty. Swollen, red, and slick…the way all your lips should be for us,” James whispered.
Pressed between their rugged bodies, I bowed between them like the branches of a weeping willow, mindless as their swollen erections, hot and hard, prodded my pussy and ass. With the brush of their hands, caress of their lips, and persuasive swipe of their tongues, Ian and James took control of me with quiet but brutal command.
I felt like a puppet on a string as they controlled my every response, wordlessly weaving me deeper and deeper into their Dominant spell. I wanted them to crawl inside me, possess me with their indescribable passion, and live out every nasty fantasy they ignited within.
“You set me on fire, little one,” Ian hissed.
The sexual tension flowed through us like a living creature, mixing in a potent clash of brilliant and unharnessed energy. Ian’s stubble rasped over my skin as he burrowed against my throat. A chill slithered down my spine, and he issued a curse of delight as he grazed his lips up and down the column of my neck.
I jolted from a vibration on the back of my thigh as James growled, then pulled away. Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved his cell phone. Ian stepped back as well, and I swayed on my feet. I felt drunk and disoriented from gorging on lust, and claws of frustration crawled up my back.
Ian reached out to steady me, and I watched him arch a brow at James before turning to glance at the clock on the stove.
“I guess the wine will need to wait until we come back home,” James announced after reading a text.
“Are you ready for dinner, little one?” Ian asked.
Ready? Oh I was ready all right, but not for food. My libido had burst from the starting gate and was galloping down the hall, straight to my bedroom.
“Eat? What, now?” I gasped.
A knowing smile tugged Ian’s swollen lips. “That’s why we’re here. To take you to dinner.”
“But…”
“Come on, gorgeous. We have guests waiting for us.”
“Guests?” I felt as if I’d been doused in cold water. “Who?”
“We invited Dylan, Nick, and Savannah to join us,” James replied with a mischievous grin.
“Why? I mean…where are we going?”
Please don’t say Genesis. Please don’t say Genesis.
“Maurizio’s. It’s the Italian place I was going to take you to last night.” James smirked as he hooked his arm around my waist. “But we ended up getting a little side-tracked. Are you allergic to any foods?”
“Um, no.”
“Great. Oh, and after dinner, we’re going to the club,” Ian announced with a wicked grin. Evidently the look on my face was less than encouraging. “Trial by fire doesn’t hurt…as long as you don’t mind a few blisters.”
Adrenaline slammed me like a live wire, stealing my breath and making me tremble.
Oh shit.
Inside James’ massive truck I found myself wedged between him and Ian. I hadn’t even remembered leaving my house. My thoughts had been skipping like flat stones careening across a lake ever since Ian announced we were going to Genesis.
Conscious of their muscular thighs pressed against mine and the luscious heat leaching through the fabric of their pants, arousal throbbed deep.
“Why are we having dinner with Dylan, Nick, and Savannah, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“We thought being around others who share our particular tastes might ease your anxiety and erase the preconceived notions you have about threesomes.”
“I’m sure you have a whole laundry list of questions running through that beautiful head of yours,” Ian added as he rested his hand on my thigh. A mischievous grin spread across his lips. “Of course by the end of the meal, the four of us might lay you and Savannah out on a couple of tables, and lick dessert from your bodies.”
“Ha, ha,” I responded dryly. Though there was something enchanting about Ian’s sardonic sense of humor, a part of me worried he might be serious.
A chuckle floated from his throat. “You think I’m kidding?”
“I certainly hope so.”
“You’re not into exhibitionism, Liz?” James grinned. “I mean, at least not yet?”
“Oh lord,” I groaned on a skittish sigh. “No, Sir. Not yet.”
“Good. That’ll give us something to work up to,” Ian chuckled.
I tensed.
“Relax, gorgeous,” James placated. “I have a private room at the club. For now we’ll keep you shielded.”
Butterflies took flight in my belly. I wondered what they planned to do to me at the club. By the time James pulled into the parking lot and we made our way inside the restaurant, I’d nearly worked myself into a full-blown panic attack. Somehow I managed to swallow down the urge to throw up.
Ian and James waved to several people I recognized from the hospital before ushering me back to a separate dining area. The room was totally empty except for Dylan, Nick, and Savannah, who were seated at a long table, wearing smiles.
“About time they let you up for food and water, Liz,” Dylan quipped with a dashing smile.
“Next time, use your safe word so they won’t keep you tied up as long,” Nick taunted with an even bigger grin.
“You two are slackers,” Dylan jabbed at Ian and James. “We didn’t come up for air for a month when we brought Sanna back.”
Ian spouted a couple of smart-assed comebacks, but my focus wasn’t on his words; it was on the possessive way their hands splayed over the slope of my spine.
“Don’t let them scare you, Liz. They bark a lot, but I have to beg before they’ll bite,” Savannah giggled with an empathetic wink. “It’s good to see you again.”
“You too.” I nodded, trying desperately to relax.
As I sat across from the other trio, a perky waitress scurried in to take our order. I hadn’t even had a chance to open my menu before Ian plucked it off my plate and stacked it beneath his.
“Three iced teas, please. We’ll each have the lasagna, creamy Italian dressing on our salads, and an order of Scotty’s famous cheese bread.”
Ian rattled off the order as the waitress jotted it down. With a nod, she turned and hurried out of the room. Anger spiked, and I shot Ian a look of daggers.
“Problem?” he asked. A hint of humor laced his word.
“Maybe I don’t like lasagna.” Leaning close, I challenged him in a whisper. “You didn’t even give me a chance to look at the menu.”
When he didn’t answer, I peered up at him. I didn’t need my Master’s degree to grasp the fact that I’d screwed up. The decidedly annoyed expression lining Ian’s face said it all.
“Think of this as your first lesson in submission, little one,” he replied in a low tone.
I felt James’ breath on the back of my neck before the heat of his body enveloped my shoulders.
“We know you’re quite capable of ordering your own food. But handing your power over to us can be achieved in numerous ways, Liz,” James murmured.
“It takes a little getting used to, being pampered the way they do.” Savannah sent me an understanding smile. “Doms are just wired that way. I’d better not think of even touching a door handle anymore.”
“You know what will happen if you do,” Dylan chuckled with an evil grin.
Nick simply sent his girl a look of pride as he brushed his fingers down Savannah’s cheek.
Give up your control. Give up your control.
Forcing the mantra to spool through my head, I sent James and Ian a weak smile. “I understand, Sirs. I apologize.”
“You’re doing fine, gorgeous,” James assured with a soft smile.
Conversation soon swept the awkward moment away. And it didn’t take long before I found myself wrapped up in their stories as they talked about
everything from Trevor and Drake to how the other trio had met. Theirs was a true love story. I couldn’t miss the glow of Savannah’s face as she recounted how Dylan and Nick had tracked her down in Kansas City, and had all but kidnapped her back to Chicago.
“And you let them? I mean you had a life in Kansas City…a job. You just up and let them take it all away from you?” I blurted, immediately embarrassed for my attacking tone.
“Well, in all honestly, I really didn’t have a life until I met my Masters I was just existing.”
Darting a shy glance toward James, I totally related with Savannah.
“Pouring myself into my work was a way to escape some personal issues I didn’t want to deal with,” she quietly explained. A soft smile spread over her lips as she looked at both Dylan and Nick before she continued. “Long story short, a couple of big bad Doms took it upon themselves to have a chat with my former boss. During our annual winter break, he closed the company down and retired.”
They coerced her boss to the point that Savannah lost her job? Fuck that!
I felt my mouth fall open. It would be a cold day in hell before I gave that much control of my life to anyone. Civil words escaped me. Jumping to my feet, my chair scraped the tile floor, startling everyone at the table.
“Sorry. I need to use the ladies’ room.”
Racing out the door, I stopped and asked the beefy bartender for directions to the restroom. He smiled and pointed to the hallway at my left. Running like a frightened child, I pushed through the bathroom door and plopped down on a red velvet chaise.
Inwardly scolding myself for thinking I could try on something as complex and unsettling as submission, I jumped back up and started pacing.
“It’s not a damn dress from Nordstrom, for fuck’s sake,” I mumbled aloud. “How did I let this get so far out of hand? All I wanted was some mind-blowing sex…maybe let them tie me up once or twice then go on about my merry way. If they expect me to give up my life, my job, my friends, they’re out of their fucking minds. No way. I can’t do this. I can’t. I won’t let them turn me into some spineless fucking robot.
“I should have left my stupid ménage dreams exactly where they belonged…in my fantasies. But then I wouldn’t have felt them pressing me between them, earlier in the kitchen. And here I am, freaking out in a goddamn bathroom instead of talking out my fears with them like I promised I would. Fuck!”
