At least someone did. Which begged the question. “But you don’t.”
Aidan’s mouth twisted slightly. “Jack doesn’t have our history with you. Or rather, your history with my brother. I don’t know what happened between the two of you. Bo is tight-lipped about a lot of things. I know you were a real good friend to him after I left for college. Our father was a bastard. You know that, right?”
Trev nodded. Conner O’Malley had been a mean drunk, and he’d liked setting his kids at each other’s throats to see who would win. “Bo mentioned it.”
“You were there for him all during your senior year. Why did you have to dump him?”
That was the pot calling the kettle black. “I went to college. The same one you went to.”
The slight stain on Aidan’s cheeks told him that Aidan wasn’t unaware of his own guilt. “Yeah, maybe that’s why I have trouble with you. You remind me of all the things I did wrong with Bo. How close were you? I remember him talking incessantly about you every time I managed to come home, and then one day, he stopped. He wouldn’t even say your name. He said Mouse was the only true friend he had.”
“Beth.”
“His words, not mine.”
Trev had to shake his head. “I don’t know. I know that sounds horrible, but I don’t know what happened. I got involved in the football season, and I ignored him. He called, and when I was at home and sober, which wasn’t that often, I would talk to him. I liked Bo. I never had a little brother. By my sophomore year, I was sober during the season, but the minute I wasn’t playing, I was drunk or high all the time. I didn’t talk to him much after that. I opted into the draft after my junior year. It was the last great season I had. It was the last season I stayed sober. The rest is history. I signed one huge deal and threw it all away.”
Aidan sighed. “I’m worried about Bo. I don’t know what losing Beth is going to do to him. He might not admit it, but she’s been his anchor for years now. He’s really upset that you’re dating her. I think he’s going to be even more upset when he discovers you’ve begun a D/s relationship with her. I would assume you’ve done that. Or, are you aiming for vanilla?”
Aidan said the word “vanilla” with a hint of disdain. Trev could reassure him on that point. “We haven’t formalized anything, and she’s going to require training, but she’s amenable to the lifestyle, thanks to your wife’s books.”
Aidan’s face suddenly turned youthful as he grinned. “Leo hates them. He thinks they make us all look like wimps. I like them. I like that all of Lexi’s stories have happy endings.” His face turned a little sad. “I know Bo made his own bed with that girl.”
“It wouldn’t have worked.” He knew it deep down, but it didn’t stop the guilt that formed a knot in his stomach. “Bo isn’t a Dom. If I had to guess, I would say he’s actually more submissive than anything else. He needs a strong woman in his life. He needs someone who will make decisions and allow him to be who he is.”
Aidan’s eyes became hooded. “A woman, or a man.”
He felt his brows rise in pure surprise. “You think he’s bisexual? I never got that off him. I always felt like he was looking for a big brother or a father figure, not a lover.”
“I didn’t say he was like me,” Aidan corrected. “I said that he could use a Dom. You know it doesn’t have to involve sex. I believe Bo really does care for Beth, and Beth cares for Bo. You wouldn’t be the first Dom to find himself in a ménage because his sub needs it.”
The words hit him like a lightning rod. Share Beth? Why the hell would he do that? Bo didn’t want him here. He sure as fuck wouldn’t want to share a woman with him. And he wasn’t staying. He wasn’t good for anyone.
“Just think about it,” Aidan said.
Trev didn’t want to think about it. He was already wondering if he wasn’t going to get Beth in trouble. Bo would be more trouble than he could handle. And it brought up a couple of questions. “You don’t even like me. Why the hell would you want me in a ménage with your brother?”
“It’s not that I don’t like you.” Aidan ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t know you. I’m bringing you into my home, and that makes me nervous. But Julian assures me you’re a good Dom. I would do almost anything to help my brother. I hurt him in the past. I didn’t mean to, but I was one more male authority figure who walked away and left him alone. He needs more than I can give him. I believe he would be happiest in a ménage with a strong Dom and a female sub. Don’t worry about it, Trev. He won’t listen to me. He’s determined to have a white-picket-fence lifestyle. I think he’s still rebelling. Or he doesn’t want to go through what I’ve gone through. It’s hard to live the way we do, especially in a small town.” He slapped at the desk and got up. He held out a hand, and Trev took it. “Just do your job. We’ll get on fine.”
He pushed himself up out of the chair, his heart still pounding. He couldn’t share Beth. He just couldn’t. He fucking needed her. He needed her right now.
“Thanks. I’ll take a couple of minutes and then go out and meet the men. Can you give me half an hour?” He didn’t want the fucking job. He wanted to walk away, but he couldn’t. The need to get drunk off his ass kept rising with every damn word Aidan said.
“Sure. Take all the time you need. Will you think about what I said? Will you consider giving Bo a chance?” Aidan stared at him, his face a mask of blatant desire.
“I’ll consider it. But Bo hates me. I don’t know why, but I have to take that into consideration. He won’t go down easy.” Trev didn’t want him to go down at all. He wanted to be left alone with Beth.
Was he the best man for her? With all the baggage he carried?
Fuck. His cock didn’t care. He wasn’t sure who would win that battle.
Aidan nodded. “A chance is all I can ask.”
Trev walked out of the office door and closed it.
Beth stood outside, her eyes grave. He took a step toward her. He knew he shouldn’t touch her feeling the way he did. Something ugly was inside him, but he couldn’t help himself. He needed her. He needed her right fucking now.
“Where’s the bathroom?” he heard himself say.
Beth took his hand and led him down the hall.
Chapter Eight
Trev closed the door behind them, locking it with a decisive click. The bathroom was small, but it would do.
He should walk away. He should get the hell out of Deer Run and find the first AA meeting he could, but he knew that sitting and talking to twenty sad-sack people like himself wouldn’t give him half of what he needed. It wouldn’t burn away the pain and humiliation of the day the way dominating Beth could.
Fuck, he was already addicted to her.
“I want to see you. Take your clothes off.” He knew he didn’t sound gentle or kind. He sounded cold. Beth stared at him for a moment, but then seemed to come to some decision of her own. Her hands went to the buttons of her blouse. The minute her creamy skin began to appear, the violence and rage inside him dialed down a notch.
He could handle this. He could manage to get through the afternoon without taking a drink. But he had to have her.
He leaned back against the door and finally let himself breathe. The interview with Aidan had his gut in knots, but watching Beth undress at his command settled something deep inside him.
She turned big, brown eyes up his way as she dropped her shirt and pulled at the latch of her bra. She struggled but got it undone. Her breasts bounced free. His cock hardened in his jeans. Despite the fact that he’d had her twice the night before, he was hungry for her.
“Are you sore?” If she was, he wouldn’t fuck her. He would find another way to slake his hunger.
Her lips curled up the slightest bit. “Just a little. I’m fine.”
He didn’t touch her, yet her nipples tightened. Those nipples were so lovely to his eyes—brown and pink and large. She probably thought they were too big, but all he could think about was getting them in his mouth.
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bsp; “Tell me you want this.” He needed to hear the words. “This won’t be vanilla, darlin’. I have something inside me. I can dominate you, or I can go and find that bottle that always seems to call to me.”
Her eyes softened. She really did need a keeper. When he told her something that would send most women running for cover, she looked at him with her big doe eyes and brought her hand up to cup his face.
“Trev, I want this. I want you. I don’t care what happened before. I want the man you are now.”
He wasn’t sure the man he was now deserved her. “Bo wants you.”
He was pretty sure that had come out with all the jealousy of a five-year-old fighting over his favorite toy.
She shook her head. “No. Not that way. If he does, it’s only because someone else looked at me. Bo can be like a dog with two bones. If you left, we would go right back to where we were before. I would be his friend.”
But she wanted more. She loved Bo. He could see that plainly on her face. She didn’t love Trev yet, but he could take her, brand her. He had a shot that Bo didn’t have. If he wanted Beth, he could make her his. He could bind her sweet heart by taking her body and introducing her to his lifestyle.
Aidan’s words played through his brain. Bo needs you, too. He wasn’t going there. He didn’t have to share. He didn’t. He wouldn’t. He was going to keep her. Bo could find what he needed on his own.
“The pants, too. I want to see every inch of you.” He wanted to do more than see her. He already wanted to throw her down on her hands and knees and force his cock inside. But that would only soothe his aching cock. He needed more. He forced himself to be still.
Her hands went to the button on the top of her jeans. She trembled a little as she pushed the jeans off her hips, dragging the cotton panties she wore with them. She toed off her shoes and stood before him completely naked.
Her face was tight with anxiety. He didn’t want that.
“Are you scared?”
She shook her head. “Not in the way you think. I’m scared you’re going to wake up and realize you don’t want me. I’m scared you’re going to figure out that I’m not pretty like the other girls you’ve been with. I’m kind of fat.”
He wasn’t about to put up with that. Her training began now. “Lean over the tub and place your hands flat on the marble. You are not allowed to make a sound. Later you can cry all you like, but we’re not alone in this house. I’m going to spank you. You get ten every time you call yourself fat or make a disparaging statement about yourself. I won’t put up with it.”
Her mouth dropped open. “You’re going to spank me?”
“I am. Now do as I said, or I’ll up it to twenty. Right now, I’m using my hand. If you try my patience, we can move up to a paddle. I assure you Aidan has a few paddles around here. Maybe even a whip.”
Her eyes filled with tears. “But I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to do that.”
“You didn’t know you shouldn’t think poorly of yourself? You didn’t realize I won’t let anyone talk bad about you?”
She stood a little taller, her shoulders setting back. She turned and grabbed the side of the big marble tub. She leaned over, and her round ass was in the air.
“Very good, love. That’s what I want. You’ll take your discipline quietly. Can you do that?”
“I can try.” She sounded breathless, as though on the edge of trepidation and desire. It was right where he wanted her.
He opened the first drawer he found and praised Aidan O’Malley’s obvious belief in remaining stocked on the important items in life. Lube and condoms. He pulled both out with no guilt whatsoever. He set them on the sink and regarded her lovely ass. He’d spanked subs before. He’d been spanked himself. He knew how to do it, but this seemed more serious than those playful times. This was his submissive.
He put a hand on her waist. She shivered and then tensed. “Relax. This will be over in a moment, and we can move on to the nice part. Although I truly believe you’ll enjoy this, too.”
He brought his hand down on her right cheek, a short, sharp slap. She gasped, and her head dropped forward. He smacked her again, loving the feeling of her skin against his hand. She heated up, her skin pinkening beautifully as he continued. He didn’t count out loud, but in his head he marked each slap in his memory. The first time he’d disciplined a sub who mattered was a momentous occasion. The fact that she’d never been spanked before made it all the sweeter. He was her first.
He could be her only.
He put the thought aside as he slapped her cheek one last time.
Beth was panting. Her skin was flushed. He ran a hand along her ass, hoping he’d been right about her. He sighed as he felt it. Her pussy was soft and moist. He could take her right then, and she would be ready for him. She was submissive in every way. He could teach her to stand up for herself, to value herself, but damn, he wouldn’t change this about her.
“Do you know how good you smell, Beth? I can smell how hot this pussy is. This pussy is dying for some cock, isn’t it? You answer me properly. No lying.”
“Yes, Sir. I seem to be very aroused. I’m rather surprised. I didn’t think a spanking would do that to me.”
“Didn’t you? Are you going to tell me that you’ve been reading Lexi’s books and it never occurred to you that you might like a big bad Dom to take control?”
Even the words seemed to be arousing her. He let his hand trace the petals of her pussy. They were plump and moist. Every word out of his mouth seemed to bring a fresh pulse of cream from deep inside her body.
“Yes, Sir. I did think about it.”
“Did those books make you hot?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’m glad, Beth. I really am.” He would have to remember to thank Lexi later. For now, he was dying. He let his hand slide back. He had some prep work to do. “Do you know about anal sex, darlin’? Does Lexi cover that in her books?”
She tensed. “Yes.”
“And you’re afraid.” It was all over her. He pressed his hand back against her pussy, finding her clit and giving it a little pull. She relaxed again. He would have to go slow.
“I’m a little nervous,” she admitted. “I think it might hurt.”
“I promise, you’ll take the pain because it’s going to bring you so much pleasure. Trust me. All you have to do is tell me to stop if it gets to be too much. I want you to give it a chance, but I don’t want you to simply endure it. I’m going to use my finger today. Just one. Can you trust me?”
“Yes, Trev.” He could hear the smile in her words.
This was what he needed. He needed to be reminded that he could still do something right. He could take care of her. He could be worthy of her trust. He parted her cheeks and dribbled the lube. Like the rest of Beth, her asshole was a lovely thing. Pink and puckered, he couldn’t let himself think about how tightly it would grip his dick or he would come in his jeans. He lubed his finger up and placed it right against her.
“Don’t tense on me,” he warned. “Relax. It won’t be so bad.”
It would be amazing, but only after careful preparation. He gently pressed forward. The muscles of her asshole fought to keep him out. He wouldn’t allow that. He pushed in, gaining ground. He pulled back and rimmed her gently.
Slowly and with great patience, he worked his finger in. Her asshole clenched around his finger, the muscle so tight he felt it in his cock. God, he couldn’t wait to fuck her there.
And he couldn’t wait to fuck her period. His cock throbbed. He needed her.
“Stay where you are. Don’t move.”
He quickly washed his hands and shoved his jeans off his hips. His cock bobbed out and then pointed toward her. His cock was a compass pointing straight at her pussy. He stroked his cock before rolling the condom on.
“I’m going to go and buy you a plug. I want to get this asshole ready for its Master. It’s mine, Beth. Your ass is mine the same way this pretty pussy is mine. It all belongs to me
. Say it.”
“I belong to you.” She said it with a shaky voice, but there was determination behind it. She paused, and then she sounded stronger. “Do you belong to me?”
Fuck, yeah. She was learning. “Yes, darlin’. That’s what it means. I belong to you.”
He lined his dick up and pressed home. She felt perfect. So tight and hot and welcoming. Her ass wiggled as she adjusted to his girth. She tilted her hips up, and he slipped in deeper. He pulled at her hips, shoving himself deep inside.
Beth moaned, the sound calling to him. He fucked her with purpose, every thrust bringing them closer together. He thrust in and out, enjoying the way she gradually moved from utter submission to jolting back against him. She wanted it. She was willing to fight for her pleasure. He loved the trust she put in him, but now there was a part of him that wanted her to be fierce. This was what he’d missed in other subs. Other subs had either been brats looking to top from the bottom or soft, sweet things who would wait for their pleasure. Beth was a mix of both. She was smart, and with the right man, she could do great things. Beth slammed her hips back toward him, and he nearly lost it.
He groaned and pushed his hand around her waist to her clit. The little nubbin was swollen and hot. He rubbed a quick circle and pressed in. He was rewarded by the clenching of her pussy around his cock, and she went off.
He let go. He felt his spine light up as the semen in his balls bubbled up and shot off. He pushed his cock in as far as he could go, binding them together.
He dragged oxygen into his lungs. All the previous humiliation had burned off in the face of her submission.
“Thank you, darlin’. I needed that.”
He could breathe again. He was filled with her. He didn’t need anything else. For now.
He kissed the back of her neck and helped her stand up.
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Bo stared at the bathroom door. He’d watched them disappear behind it a while back, but the shock was finally setting in.
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