I lift onto my toes and set my lips on his, tasting my tears as they land on our combined lips.
His hands come to my face, and he brushes my tears away with his thumbs. When he breaks off the sweet kiss, he’s smiling. “Thank you for making me the happiest man on earth.”
I return the smile. “Thank you for turning my life into the sort of dream only fairy princesses have.”
He chuckles.
“What’s that laugh?” I narrow my gaze.
“I might have gotten you some princess costume dresses.”
My eyes widen. This man buys me more clothes nearly every day.
“I’ll let you have them one at a time on weekends.”
I shuffle against him. Just the thought of dressing in frilly silky princess dresses makes me horny.
He laughs again. “You’re insatiable.”
“You’re indulgent.”
He sobers, meeting and holding my gaze. “Always.”
“Forever.”
I hope you’ve enjoyed Leaving Roman. Please enjoy the following excerpt from Sharing Charlotte from my Club Zodiac series.
Charlotte nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard a throat clear behind her. She spun around quickly, hand on her chest, heart racing. “Shit,” she muttered.
Samson stood leaning against the frame of the door to the master bedroom. He looked far too casual, one hand holding a bottle of water at his side, the other stroking his chin. His slightly longer brown hair was pulled back in a band at the nape of his neck. He was wearing a black tank top with his gym logo on it and black mesh shorts. Black gym shoes rounded out his outfit. He wore this exact uniform nearly every day of the week.
What made her heart stutter was the one raised eyebrow.
She swallowed and lowered her gaze. “Sorry, Sir. I didn’t realize anyone was home.”
“I see that.” He shoved off the frame and sauntered closer. “There are two problems with this picture. If you can list them both quickly, I’ll consider keeping my palm from straying too low on your thighs when I spank your bottom in about thirty seconds. I know it embarrasses you when your skirt isn’t low enough to conceal my pink palm prints from your coworkers.”
She swallowed, a shiver making her entire body twitch. “I’m sorry, Sir. You’re right.”
What the hell had she been thinking? She knew the rules. She rarely broke them. She’d been on a mission when she rushed home in the middle of the day, and not expecting anyone to be home, she’d made an error in judgment.
It would be futile to give excuses though. That wasn’t her style. No excuse was good enough. She licked her lips, kept her gaze to the floor, and spoke in a clear voice. “I should have removed my clothes the moment I entered the penthouse and left them at the front door.”
“At least I know you don’t have amnesia,” he joked, though his voice was anything but teasing. “And?”
“I should not still be fully dressed now.” She reached for the buttons on her white blouse and rushed to push each of them through their holes. As soon as she shrugged out of the silk material, she unzipped her navy pencil skirt and let it fall to the floor. By the time she kicked off her heels, slid her thong down her legs, and unhooked her bra, she was a ball of nerves.
Master Samson hadn’t spanked her in several weeks. She’d obviously broken her streak today.
Charlotte didn’t mind being spanked when it was an intentional part of a scene that would end with her getting off, but when Samson spanked her for punishment, he didn’t mess around. He would leave her pale skin burning and pink, his palm prints obvious to anyone who saw her ass.
The only someone who would be seeing her naked butt in the near future would be her other Master, Nile. He would undoubtedly get a call from Samson this afternoon and come home well informed.
Samson lowered himself onto the bench seat at the foot of the king-sized bed and reached out a hand. “Come. Let’s get this over with first, and then you can explain to me why my submissive is home in the middle of the day breaking rules.”
She took a breath as she shuffled forward, bracing herself for the stinging burn that was about to land on her ass.
When she got close, Samson wrapped his hand gently around her elbow, positioned her at his side, and urged her to drape herself over his lap.
She knew the drill. It wasn’t difficult. She bent at the waist and situated herself over his warm thighs, her breasts hanging between them. She even gripped her hands at her back before he ordered that next step.
“Good girl.” His hand rubbed her butt.
She was always amazed by his ability to remain so completely calm and gentle when he punished her. Trying not to stiffen, she drew in a breath and exhaled slowly. The problem was that there was very little difference between Samson’s two types of spankings—the one for pleasure and the one for punishment. Sure, he might strike her a bit harder and faster when he was disciplining her, but the result would be the same. She would end up aroused.
Being naked and draped over his thighs already had her pussy wet and her nipples tight. The way he warmed her ass up before he started was driving her arousal higher by the second. As soon as he swatted her, she would gasp, her pussy pulsing with need.
Charlotte braced herself as Samson removed his palm from her skin. Sure enough, a moment later, he swatted her bottom hard enough to make her gasp. She’d been spanked plenty of times, but it never ceased to shock her system.
He continued, shifting his hand around as he spanked her to ensure he left no skin untouched. She didn’t bother to count, but when he finally stopped to rub her burning ass, she figured he’d given her about a dozen quick swats.
Samson held her steady over his thighs for several moments, rubbing the sting until she finally resumed normal breathing. Finally, he helped her to stand and pulled her around in front of him. “There. Done.” He tucked her hair behind her ear and nudged her chin up so that she met his gaze.
“Wow. What did I miss?” The new voice belonged to Nile, and it came from behind her, making Charlotte blow out a breath.
Great. How the hell did both her Masters happen to be home in the middle of the day?
Samson turned toward Nile. “We haven’t gotten to the why yet, but for some reason our little sub arrived a few minutes ago and beelined for the bedroom without a single care in the world for the house rules.”
“Ah,” Nile said. “That would explain why her clothes are lying on the floor in here instead of neatly folded by the front door. Guess she didn’t expect anyone to be home.” Nile chuckled as he set his hand on Charlotte’s shoulder and then ran it down her back to cup her heated ass cheeks.
“I’m sorry, Sirs. I wasn’t thinking.” She leaned slightly into his touch.
“Or…” Samson responded, “you didn’t think you needed to obey rule number one because you thought you could just sneak into the house, accomplish whatever mission you were hell-bent on accomplishing, and race back out without anyone being the wiser.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. He was right. She hadn’t wanted to take the time to remove all her clothing at the front door, rush into the master bedroom to grab a weekend bag, and then put all her clothes back on. Apparently, she’d errored.
Nile took a seat on the lounge next to Samson, leaving her standing naked in front of them. They both had an amazing ability to assert their authority even while looking up at her. She shuddered as her body betrayed her, coming alive sexually while she was being reprimanded. The way they looked at her, dominating her from the bench they sat on, made her clench her pussy.
“Now,” Samson said. “Mind telling us what you rushed home to do?”
She wanted to ask them the same question. Granted, one or both of them sometimes came home for lunch, but neither of them had mentioned doing so today specifically. She needed to face the fact that she hadn’t been thinking. She’d been so distracted that she hadn’t even noticed Samson was already in the penthouse when she entered.
“Did you find a possible property?” Nile asked.
“Yes, Sir. My realtor found a place that just became available. She’s afraid someone might grab it fast, so I need to go take a look.”
“That’s good news. I’m surprised someone put a property on the market this close to the holidays.” Samson set a hand on her hip and then slid it to her lower back.
Frankly, she was shocked too. She had assumed it would be January before she heard from the realtor. As for needing to leave town for business, neither man would be angry. They all three had careers that took priority in their lives whenever necessary. It was partly why they were such a good match for each other. They were busy. Even on weekends. With Charlotte owning three stores, Samson a gym, and Nile a catering business, weekends were just like any other day to them. Since there were three of them, usually no one was left completely alone for long.
They had an arrangement. It worked. When they were outside of the house, they were professionals. When they stepped through the front door, Charlotte left her high-stressed boss mode at the door and submitted to Samson and Nile. Always. No matter who else was home. Even if she was alone, she submitted to them inside the house.
Except today.
“When’s your flight?” Nile asked.
“Eight, Sir. I was going to text you in a few minutes.”
“Are we making you late for anything important?” Samson asked.
She shook her head. “No, Sir. I was just rushing like I always do. No particular reason.” The truth was that lately all three of them had been so busy that Charlotte hadn’t experienced much dominance from either man. She wasn’t sure if they’d grown complacent or if their arrangement was waning. That latter idea was depressing, but something had felt off for a while now. She couldn’t put her finger on it.
She wished they would both pull her into their embrace right now and fuck her senseless. It would ease some of her stress. But that wouldn’t happen, not after being disciplined.
“How many days do you think you’ll be gone?” Nile reached around her, threading his fingers with Samson’s at her back, tugging her closer in the process. At least they both had their hands on her. They still cared. She knew they did. Any doubts she had were unfounded.
“Not sure, Sir. If the place doesn’t suit me at all, I’ll come back tomorrow. If I decide to make an offer, I’ll probably stay the weekend.”
“Okay. Let us know. I can probably rearrange my schedule for the weekend and join you if you decide to stay. I catered an event here in Seattle once for one of the managers of Club Zodiac, Colin Wynne. We could go check it out. He said to contact him if I was ever in town.”
“I’ve heard of Club Zodiac, Sir. It’s relatively new, isn’t it?”
“Yes. It wouldn’t have been there when you were growing up.”
She giggled. “I wouldn’t have known one way or the other at the time, Sir.” She hadn’t joined the fetish community until she was in her mid-twenties, about five years ago. After a lifetime of quietly believing there was something seriously wrong with her, she had gone to Seattle’s premier club, Surrender, with a girlfriend. Her friend had only gone out of curiosity as a lark, but Charlotte had immediately known she was home.
“True.” Nile squeezed her hand. “Either way. I’ll call Colin and let him know you’ll be in town. If I can’t get there by Friday, go check it out.”
“Yes, Sir.” She shivered inwardly. Was Nile being polite in sending her alone? Or was he losing interest and trying to get her to find someone else? The truth was that Charlotte loved the fetish scene. Passionately. She’d known from that first moment she entered Surrender years ago that she was submissive and immediately joined the club and started frequenting it every time she was available. There was no doubt she liked to play more than most people. Preferably daily. That was the reason she’d ended up living with not one but two Doms.
A lot had changed in her life in the past five years since that day she found herself, but her love for the club scene was still alive and flourishing. Her current arrangement suited her fantastically, but she was concerned about whether or not it still suited both of her Doms.
When she met Samson’s gaze, he had that brow lifted again. His serious authoritative side always made her horny, though she’d never tell him that out loud. Unnecessary instructions were coming next. “Don’t go running off thinking what happens in Denver stays in Denver.”
“Yes, Sir.” She flushed. They had an agreement. She would never break it.
Samson continued. “Nile will make sure his friend knows what our rules are. Panties on. Keep your hands to yourself. No one touches your pussy.”
“Yes, Sir.” She squirmed. They trusted each other. There were times when one of them went to Surrender without the others. They all enjoyed playing. But when they’d entered into this living arrangement, they’d included several boundaries. No man was permitted to touch Charlotte’s pussy without specific instructions and supervision from either Nile or Samson. In addition, neither of them were permitted to touch another woman in that way.
The reverse was also true. Samson and Nile kept their packages covered, while Charlotte kept her hands off other men’s junk.
Charlotte had a huge sexual appetite. She liked to get fucked often. Having a steady relationship with two men ensured her needs were met. Keeping the boundaries they’d set ensured no one got exposed to STIs and added a level of commitment to their arrangement.
It worked for all three of them.
Nile wrapped an arm around Charlotte’s waist and hauled her between his legs. His palms were warm, spread across her back, and she moaned softly when he suckled a nipple. She let her eyes drift closed as his tongue swirled around the tip, teasing her. She knew he wouldn’t let her orgasm—not so soon after being spanked—but it felt delicious to have his mouth and hands on her.
Samson joined Nile, leaning from the side to take her other nipple between his lips. He reached between her legs to nudge them wider apart as he tormented her, but he didn’t touch her anywhere she craved.
The frustration mixed with arousal would keep her on edge for hours. They knew it. She knew it. She also loved it.
Finally, first Samson and then Nile released her nipple with a pop. Nile spoke. “Guess we better get you packed. You’re going to need warm clothes. It can be colder in Denver than Seattle in December. I think it’s supposed to snow this week. Maybe we can sneak in some Christmas shopping on Saturday.” He smiled at her, eyes wide. When it came to Christmas, Nile was like a kid. He enjoyed decorating and surprising people with gifts. Samson wasn’t as interested, but he indulged both of them.
Nile stood as he cupped her chin and then leaned down to kiss her lips. “It’s too bad you broke the house rules. I bet you’re going to leave here squirming.”
She shifted her weight from side to side. He was right. If only she’d taken the time to remove her clothes and put on her robe when she entered the house, she’d probably have both men inside her right now instead of a burning sting on her ass coupled with a burning need between her legs. Because she’d made that poor choice, she was going to be horny for the next several hours.
“Call us when you get to your hotel tonight,” Samson added. “FaceTime.” He lifted that brow again.
She released a breath, knowing he would make that call worth her while. Both of them were excellent at phone sex, and they enjoyed watching. Maybe they would let her get off tonight. Maybe they wouldn’t.
Samson nodded toward the closet. “Go get packed.”
“Add the pink vibrator,” Nile suggested. He pushed to standing. “Never mind. I’ll help pack.”
Not surprising. Nile was the most organized one of the three of them. He oft
en had a hand in her clothing choices.
Charlotte smiled as soon as they couldn’t see her face. The pink vibrator was by far her favorite, especially when she was alone.
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Author’s Note
Thank you for enjoying this third book in my Surrender series. If you didn’t catch the first or second books in the series, I’ve included the links below. If you’re a fan of my BDSM, I suggest you try my Emergence series or my Club Zodiac series.
Surrender:
Raising Lucy
Teaching Abby
Emergence series:
Bound to be Taken
Club Zodiac:
Training Sasha
Also by Becca Jameson
Corked and Tapped:
Aria
Grace
Brooklyn
Jade
Clara
Rose
Ivy
Maddie
Blaire
Devin
Paris
Andrea
Surrender:
Raising Lucy
Teaching Abby
Leaving Roman
Project DEEP:
Reviving Emily
Reviving Trish
Reviving Dade
Reviving Zeke
Reviving Graham
Reviving Bianca
Reviving Olivia
Project DEEP Box Set One
Project DEEP Box Set Two
SEALs in Paradise:
Hot SEAL, Red Wine
Hot SEAL, Australian Nights
Hot SEAL, Cold Feet
Dark Falls:
Dark Nightmares
Club Zodiac:
Training Sasha
Obeying Rowen
Collaring Brooke
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