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  A thousand questions raced through Damon’s head, but he knew he wouldn’t be getting answers, not tonight at least. Any normal Dom would have backed off after seeing the warning signs of a problematic sub and avoided further complications, but if she sparked his and Jared’s interest before, she now became an obsession.

  Jared laid the cards out in the open. “If you’re looking for play partners for tonight, little sub, my brother and I will top you.”

  “Both of you, Sir?”

  Damon didn’t miss the way her gaze scanned both of them, or the way she licked her lips. He wondered which would win in the end: her curiosity and hunger, or her fear. Despite her background, she returned to the club, week after week, without fail, for a reason.

  Jared nodded, reaching out to stroke her cheek. She relaxed into him again, all thoughts of leaving eliminated. Sarah didn’t even look alarmed when he gently placed aside her silky hair to squeeze the back of her neck. The instant connection and ease Jared established with most subs made Damon a little envious, but that was his brother’s expertise.

  “Indeed. Both of us, and we can take it easy. I’ll have one of the private rooms readied if you wish, unless,” Jared paused, probably gauging her reaction as Damon did. “You prefer being seen in public?”

  She flushed for the second time that evening, her cheeks, even her neck, a pretty color.

  “The way her tits are hardening under her shirt is answer enough. If I yank down her jeans, do you think we’ll find her wet, Jared?” Damon asked. He brushed his knuckles lightly over her pebbled nipples, ignoring her surprised gasp, noting the sound wasn’t one of resistance.

  “Well.” Jared pursed his lips, gave Sarah a contemplative look, and showed her the same dark desire that mirrored Damon’s. “Answer my brother honestly, sub. Are your panties soaked?”

  She looked up at him and gave Jared a seemingly innocent look. “You presume I’m wearing panties in the first place, Sir.”

  Jared let out a breath.

  Damon chuckled. “What a dirty-mouthed sub.”

  Hesitation flickered across her face. Damon caught her free wrist, fingering the black ink there. He wondered if she knew how rare they made such an offer. Jared and he never lacked for willing subs. They seldom took young subs who always seemed desperate to please and took too much work. Besides, most of the subs had only been attracted to their wealth and status. When Jared and he finally did share one, it meant something more than a simple one-night stand.

  Their relationship with Lisa lasted for almost three years—three wonderful years of joy and sorrow, happiness and pain, before cancer took her back to the ground. Damon swallowed the lump in his throat. Jared and he always talked about how it was time to move on. Lisa wouldn’t want them to stay miserable all their lives, mourning her loss. Five years was more than enough time to move on. They agreed to take it slow. With Sarah, though, Damon suspected they had to take a leap.

  “Forget what I said before. Let me assure you Jared and I know what we’re doing. Finish your drink while we have the talk. We’ll go over your limits, safeword, and such. If you change your mind any time during our discussion, then you’re free to leave.”

  “Okay,” Sarah agreed.

  Chapter Two

  Damon found a secluded spot for the three of them at the corner of the lounge. She stilled when Jared placed his hands on her shoulders.

  “If you hadn’t noticed, you’re a little overdressed,” Damon pointed out. He nodded to the subs dressed in latex, leather, or nothing at all, sitting beside or at the feet of their Masters and Mistresses.

  “Let’s get you relaxed, yes?” Jared asked. She eyed the comfy couch large enough to fit them, and then nodded. Jared glanced at Damon. “Should we have her strip?”

  Sarah stole a wary look at him, and then lowered her gaze when he met hers.

  “Take off your boots and your jeans. You can keep your shirt for a while, if that makes you comfortable.”

  Damon joined Jared on the couch, watching her strip. She placed her socks and boots on the side of the couch before stepping out of her jeans. Sarah folded her jeans meticulously and placed everything neatly to one side. Was she a neat freak?

  Interesting.

  True to her word, Sarah didn’t wear any panties. Damon didn’t know what to look at first—the tempting curve of her legs, dipped in color, or the clit ring peeking from her shaved pussy. Seeing her skin bared was merely the tip of the iceberg. Damon wanted to feel the contrast between her soft, young, and inked flesh against his hard, callused hands. To see how her skin changed color, bearing their marks.

  “Very nice. Sit on my brother’s lap, Sarah,” Jared instructed.

  Damon easily supported the curve of her back as she settled on his lap. She didn’t remark on his erection, pressing against his jeans, didn’t struggle as he firmly secured one arm over her waist. Still, the thought only a single piece of denim separated her bare pussy from his leg was slightly maddening. Tempting and all too easy to push her shoulders to the carpeted floor, command her to raise her ass and dripping cunt for his use, but Damon hung onto his control. They had to be careful when handling a delicate case like Sarah.

  “Arms around my neck, little one,” Damon said. She felt so tiny against him. He liked the feel of her warm arms around him, her breasts upright and rubbing against his chest, and her clit ring digging into his denim jeans.

  “I have every sub’s information and limit on file, including yours. I know fire and knife play is out of the question for instance, but I’d like to hear your likes and dislikes from your own lips,” Jared started.

  As they began talking, Damon fingered the hem of her shirt, delighted when she didn’t argue when he commanded her to lift up her hands so Jared could pull the shirt off her head. The knowledge he had her young body stripped, every inch of her silken and inked skin bared for his brother and him, made for a heady combination.

  Damon could spend hours exploring every inch of her skin, while he kept her body bound and spread. He wanted to unearth every curve and line, put his mouth and hand over the scars buried under the ink she made her armor. Damon wanted to possess the power to control and deny her.

  “Do you often go out without any underwear on?” Jared asked curiously. Damon’s cock thickened when Jared reached out to take Sarah’s left nipple between forefinger and thumb. He pinched the tip. She moaned, doing wonders for Damon’s control. “Answer me, sub.”

  “Only on nights like this, Sir.”

  Jared frowned. “If you’re playing with us, call us by our names. Is that understood? Let us hear it.”

  Unable to help himself, Damon closed his mouth over her right earlobe, biting down.

  Sarah’s breath quickened. “Yes, Master Jared, Master Damon.”

  “Good girl. Hold out your hands.” Sarah did. Jared fastened leather cuffs on her wrists, and then looked at Damon. “Ankles, too?”

  “Might as well,” Damon agreed, feeling a shiver—the good sort—pass through Sarah’s spine.

  “This is the last time I’m going to ask, Sarah, because once we start, we won’t stop. Do you understand what you agreed to for tonight?” Jared asked, using his Dom voice.

  “Yes, Master Jared. I understand.”

  “That you’re open to both our use in any way we want. You’ll obey without question unless it becomes too much and you use your safeword, but if you use red without any other reason, then we’re done. You may call it yellow when you feel discomfort, and we’ll adjust accordingly. You understand?” Damon asked. He ran a hand down her spine just to feel her warm body shiver against him again.

  “Yes, Master Damon.”

  Damon kissed the top of her head. She looked surprised by the gesture. “Then let’s get started.” He glanced at Jared. “Ideally, I want her bound and plugged to one of the sawhorses in one of the public stations so we can mark and color her pretty ass red and pink. What do you think?”

  The way she instantly tensed up ha
d been answer enough.

  “The thought frightens you, but you never had a problem doing public scenes with other tops before,” Jared pointed out. “Why? Do we unnerve you so?”

  She began to look away, but Damon didn’t like that. He fisted his fingers into her hair, clasped the nape of her neck so she looked directly at him. Sarah’s lips parted slightly, a silent plea. Her pupils dilated, turned to a darker color. Damon felt the rise and fall of her chest against him, the way she strained to keep her legs apart as her pussy juices soaked through his jeans. Completely submissive.

  “Answer my brother, Sarah. Honestly, or this ends.”

  “Yes, Master Damon. I’m terrified,” she whispered.

  Damon loosened his grip, and then kissed the pulse on her throat, beating like the nervous wings of a startled bird.

  “Damon, what do you think you’re doing?” A voice interrupted.

  Annoyed at the interruption, Damon threw a withering glare at Bobby and James. Salt-and-pepper-haired, silver-tongued, and dressed in an impeccable suit, James looked like he just came from work. His partner of ten years and submissive, Bobby, looked more casual: barefoot, clad in tight leather pants and a collar attached to a leash looped around James’s arm.

  Both men were a few years older than Jared and Damon. Long-time members and minor shareholders of the Lance, they kept to their private circle made up of high-society members who came from old money, unlike self-made entrepreneurs like Jared and Damon, who built their business empire from the ground up. Damon still had no clue what Sarah was to them.

  “Is there a problem, James?” Jared asked politely, although Damon sensed the undercurrents of anger in his brother’s voice.

  “Sarah.” James squeezed one bare shoulder, stealing her attention.

  She looked a little lost when she turned to him, making her seem young and sad. The trust there made Damon incredibly jealous.

  Damon didn’t bother with civility. “You two are interrupting us. Not to mention, you touched our sub without our permission, James.”

  James’s mouth tightened, but he let go of her shoulder. “She isn’t your sub.”

  “Does she belong to you and Bobby then? Because when you introduced her to me in my office, neither of you made mention of it,” Jared said coolly.

  “Sarah doesn’t belong to anyone,” Bobby muttered.

  “Then she belongs to us for the evening. Besides, Sarah is an adult. She knows what she wants.” Damon growled. “One more chance, James. Leave, and I’ll consider not suspending your membership for a few weeks.”

  Sarah finally spoke up. “James, Bobby, I’m fine. It’s okay. I’m safe with them.”

  Safe with them? Odd choice of words.

  “Very well, we will be around if you need us. I apologize, Damon, Jared. We’ve known Sarah for a long time and are a little overprotective of her.” James nodded curtly to both of them and turned to leave with Bobby.

  “What did James mean they’ve know you for a long time?” Damon asked.

  She bit on her bottom lip. More questions and secrets. If they pushed her now, nothing would prevent her from dashing out. Damon settled for securing one hand over her waist, while his other rubbed at her left inner thigh. The gesture calmed her down again. He settled her head against his shoulder, and then looked at Jared.

  Jared sighed and gestured for Steve, the dungeon monitor keeping an eye on the bar area. “Steve, have one of the private rooms upstairs ready for us.”

  Steve came back moments later and reported one of the rooms remained unoccupied.

  Jared kissed the top of Sarah’s head. “Come, little one.”

  Damon helped her to her feet. “Put your hands out.”

  She didn’t buckle or flee when Jared took out a thin chain, a leash, and looped it to the ring on the wrist cuffs. They led her upstairs, with Jared holding the leash and leading the way. Damon kept one arm possessively around her waist and matched her strides. Some of the club members gave them and their conquered prize curious looks and knowing smiles.

  Once inside one of the private rooms, Damon noticed the guarded way she surveyed her surroundings before curiosity took hold of her. The action reminded him of a caged and wary animal. The room looked non-threatening enough—warm colors, rich walnut paneling—although the massive iron-framed bed dangling with leather cuffs on either end and the paddling bench installed near the wall adorned with toys, told a different purpose.

  “I take it you haven’t been inside any of the club’s private rooms, little one?” Jared asked. He pointed to the floor, and Damon let go of her waist so she could kneel in front of them.

  “No, Sir, I—” She hesitated, staring at the carpeting.

  Damon approached her side so her shoulder touched his left knee. He combed his fingers through her long dark hair, undoing the small tangles, noting how it fell like a graceful waterfall down her back. “Finish that line of thought, sub.”

  “I always made sure to keep things public,” she admitted, sounding guilty.

  “Smart girl,” Jared said with approval. Sarah looked up at Jared hesitantly. “It’s wise protocol. We might be different than the clubs around town, have stricter rules, but that doesn’t mean we can keep an eye on every member.”

  Jared pressed his hand to her cheek, and she leaned into it automatically, like a needy kitten, the submissive gesture worsening Damon’s erection. What would it be like to wake up in the morning in the apartment they shared and have Sarah waiting on her knees to service them, wearing nothing but their leather collar? If she belonged to them, Damon would want her nipples pierced so they would match her clit ring.

  He fisted her hair again. “Tell us, dirty girl. Are you wet for us?”

  “Very wet, Master Damon,” she whispered.

  “Then I should warn you, little one. If you come without our permission, my brother will be extremely displeased. You understand?” Jared asked.

  “I understand, Sir.”

  “Good. Now get into the bed, raise your arms above your head, and open your legs. We’re going to bind you to the headboard and footboard,” Damon instructed.

  She obeyed, spreading herself on the bed. Damon walked to the foot of the bed while Jared did her wrists. He pulled her left ankle to him, frowning at her when she attempted to kick him.

  “Sorry, Sir,” she whispered, paling.

  Jared kissed her left wrist before attaching a length of sturdy Velcro to the cuff.

  “We’ll let it go since this is our first time, but kick me again and I will punish you,” Damon said.

  She shivered, but managed a weak, “Yes, Master Damon.”

  Damon made sure she was secured snugly. Jared came by his side, and both of them admired their work. Splayed, restrained, and completely helpless, Sarah looked perfect, utterly beautiful and sheer temptation.

  “Very nice, little one. You can’t imagine how pleased we are with your gift of submission.”

  Chapter Three

  The mattress Sarah lay on dipped low after both men undressed and joined her in bed. They mirrored each other, with Master Jared on her right, and Master Damon to the left. Dark-eyed, dark-skinned, large, tall, imposing, and carved out of muscle—both men had been hewn from the same stone, but they had markedly different sides.

  Heavily inked, made of scars and rougher lines, the sound of Master Damon’s voice instantly reduced her insides to jelly, but that didn’t mean Jared was the less dangerous of the pair. Master Jared wasn’t handsome in the traditional sense, but he reminded her of a lean wolf, one moment tender, and the next baring hidden teeth. Despite their appearance, neither touched her with the hidden promise of real violence.

  At first, Sarah was terrified of going with them. She’d already made the mistake of falling for a man with polished manners and means once. Sarah often overheard unattached subs gossiping. They did their best to attract the attention of the two wealthy club owners, hoping the Bentley brothers would pick a temporary playmate among them.
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  Sarah stayed cleared of them, choosing to play with Doms and Dommes Bobby and James considered safe. In her experience, men with too much time and money on their hands weren’t like everyone else. They liked to toy and tease. Appear as princes in shining armor. Strip that impeccable armor of wealth and manners away, and Sarah knew what she’d find—a beautiful monster, just like Michael.

  Meeting and talking to the two men, though, slowly eroded all her fears. Both Damon and Jared were brutally honest about what they wanted. No lies and no pretensions—which made her eventually trust them. Besides, Sarah could call it off anytime she wanted. One word, and they’d release her. She was sure of that.

  “What are you thinking about, little one?” Damon asked. He began palming the sensitive inside of her thigh, making her breath hitch.

  “You, Sir.”

  “Who?” Jared asked.

  “Both of you.”

  Jared chuckled, pinching her left nipple, sending another jolt of sensation through her. “Greedy sub.”

  Damon stopped stroking her. Retraced his steps back to the rough area on her left hip where blue roses covered the tiny, shiny perfect circles branded into her skin. Damon growled and looked at her the same way when he spread out her fingers—silently demanding questions to answers she could never give.

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  “Don’t look away,” he warned in a low voice.

  Sarah met his gaze, wary, suddenly overcome with the need to admit defeat. Yell out ‘red’ and demand they untie her because she changed her mind. This had been a bad idea anyway.

  What possessed her to agree to their proposition? Because she decided she needed one night under the hands of experienced Doms before reality reared its ugly head? Because no one had looked at her the way they did, with calm regard fused with barely concealed hunger capable of undressing her with their eyes alone?