Peppermint Passion

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Peppermint Passion

Ann Mayburn

~Author’s Note~

Dear Ladies and Gents, There is nothing I love more than reading a romance novel and finding out something new and fun to try out with my husband. After all, the couple that plays together stays together. Before you decide to try out peppermint oil play with your sweetie/subbie, a word of warning: Peppermint oil can hurt you! And I don't mean a good hurt. I mean ah 'Oh crap I have to figure out how I'm going to explain to my family why I have to get a skin graft on my vagina' hurt you. See, peppermint oil, while fun and arousing when used in moderation, is a chemical and can cause chemical burns. The best way to use peppermint/cinnamon/spearmint oil is in their diluted form and the best way to dilute them is with a water-based lubricant, preferably an edible one. Usually the ratio is one part peppermint oil to three parts lubricant. Start out with small amounts and work your way up to what you and your partner like. Doms - this is for you. Before using peppermint oil on your sub, use it on yourself first. While you may not have the same sexual equipment as your partner, you can use other parts of your body to simulate the feeling of peppermint oil on the anus, vagina, or glans. Your inner lip, for example, will have similar sensitivity to a vagina. Dilute the peppermint oil and place some on your inner lip and test it before you pour it all over your sub. This will educate you on the sensation and not leave you guessing as to what your sub is experiencing. I hope I didn't scare you away from a little peppermint play. In the right amounts it can provide a mind-blowing experience for both partners. Enjoy, and remember—Safe, Sane, Consensual. :)

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Chapter One The car door next to Shyla opened, and a frigid breeze gusted into the toasty warm interior of the Mercedes. She directed her attention to her best friend Opal’s husband, Greg, as he held his hand out to help her from the backseat. The faint lines around his dark eyes crinkled when she stared at his hand, and his breath misted before him. The winters in Michigan were no joke, especially the day before Christmas. Greg looked over the car as twilight streaked the sky with burning amber and velvety amethyst streaks. “Opal, I think Shyla needs a moment with you before she’s ready to go inside.” Shyla mouthed “thank you” and Greg nodded with a small smile as he shut the door. A moment later, the door on the other side of the car opened and Opal slid in with a clink of chain and creak of leather from beneath her jacket. Her auburn curls bounced as she got in and shivered. Around her neck, she wore a red leather collar with little boughs of mistletoe embroidered on it. A gold medallion with Greg’s name etched into the metal flashed in the fading light as Opal turned to her. Shyla wore a similar collar, but hers had red and white stripes like a candy cane and had no owner’s charm to catch the light. Before Shyla could say a word, Opal pinned her to the seat with narrow-eyed glare. “Seriously, you’re gonna chicken out now? When you’re finally single and ready to mingle?” She held up her hand, stopping Shyla before she had a chance to say a word in her defense. “All those speeches you gave me about embracing your sexuality and not being ashamed of what you want, how does sitting in the driveway of your bosses’ house instead of attending your works’ Christmas party fit into that plan? What part of cowering alone in the backseat of my car while the men of your dreams are inside says empowering?” Shyla tried not to squirm beneath Opal’s schoolteacher stare. “Well—”

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“And, I know that I didn’t spend all day last Saturday with you helping you pick out the perfect outfit, going and getting a pedicure, and enduring a cookie waxing with you so you could sit in the car and hide.” “Uh-no.” Opal patted her hand and the car shifted slightly as Greg leaned his back against the window. “So what’s the problem?” Shyla took a deep breath and let it out slowly, practicing the relaxation technique she had learned in yoga. A skill she’d desperately needed when her exboyfriend proclaimed her a perverted nymphomaniac and dumped her after he found her carefully hidden collection of BDSM erotica and sex toys. “What if someone laughs at me?” Opal smacked her forehead and leaned in until their noses almost touched. “Look, I realize that even after a year of working as a waitress at the best BDSM club in Detroit, you’re still new to the scene itself, but even you have to admit that you look like a wet fetish dream.” Opal’s lips twitched in a suppressed smile. “Or should I say a Dom’s wet dream.” A car pulled past them and honked. Outside the window, Greg raised his hand in greeting. A pang of guilt tightened her already knotted stomach. He must be freezing his ass off while she had her little melt down. “What if they laugh at me?” “Masters Jack and Trent? Girl, the only reason they haven’t jumped you and strung you up by your heels already is because you’re an employee and you had a boyfriend. Trust me, those two watch you like starving men looking at a delicious chocolate cake.” Shyla’s heart fluttered as a hint of hope filled her. “Really? Are you sure it isn’t because I follow them around like a stalker and drool over them like a teenager with a crush?” Opal giggled and held her hand. “No. When you aren’t staring at them, they’re staring at you. Have you ever noticed how they put on their demonstrations in whatever section you’re serving that night? What about them taking you out to breakfast every night you work? Or how they get a tad bit over-protective of you?”

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“They’re protective of everyone that works at the Hall and other people from work come with us. It’s not like we’re having a romantic meal. It’s the Pancake Village, for Pete’s sake.” “Yeah, but they tell every Dom that even looks your way that you’re hands-off.” Shyla gaped at her while Greg yelled through the window, “Let’s get a move on, ladies! I think my left nut just fell off.” Both women laughed and Shyla took a deep breath. “Ok, I’ll go in. But if they laugh at me, or worse yet ignore me, I expect you to help me get good and drunk.” Opal squeezed her hand. “That’s my girl.” Her breath puffed into the air as she stepped out of the car and looked down at her feet. Instead of her usual sensible pumps, her legs were encased in thighhigh, white latex boots with red laces. The four-inch heels that were totally impractical had her taking mincing steps across the snow-speckled pavement leading to the grand Victorian mansion tucked amid towering pine trees. Salt crunched beneath the heels of her boots as she found herself caught between wanting to stare at the beautiful mansion and concentrating on not falling on her ass. The mullioned windows of the home glowed with their own golden light and shapes moved behind the frosted glass of the lower floor. Evergreen wreaths decorated with bright red bows hung from the eaves and tiny white lights twinkled like a million stars across the wrap-around porch and bushes. Hardly the kind of place she would expect a BDSM Christmas party to be taking place. Then again, she was hardly the kind of woman one would expect to attend such a gathering. With two semesters left of college, she’d almost reached her goal of being a pre-school teacher. It hadn’t been easy, even with student loans she still had to come up with room, board, and money for books on her own. After a number of low paying jobs that required more hours than she had time to give in order to make ends meet, she’d been hired on at the Hall after Opal and her husband, long time members of the private club, vouched for her. The actual job interview had been a brief discussion with Jack and Trent that reduced her to staring and stammering. Jack had the look of a Viking warrior 3

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with spiky, honey-brown hair and tanned skin coupled with piercing blue eyes and a body that could break through a brick wall. The other owner, Trent, reminded her of a panther. Short, nearly shaved dark hair and mahogany skin with a quiet, deadly grace. While Jack favored leather, Trent liked to wear wellmade business suits that accented the muscular lines of his body. Between the two of them, she had been on instant hormonal overload combined with the beginnings of a huge crush. Her first night working at the private BDSM club as a waitress had left her stunned, aroused, and richer by three hundred dollars. The club members had been polite and respectful with her, but she still couldn’t stop blushing when it came to pouring champagne into a silver dog bowl for a naked sub or watching a male submissive scream his pleasure into the rafters as his Mistress finally allowed him to come. Jack and Trent had both checked on her multiple times, explaining different aspects of BDSM, and making sure she understood what was going on and why. A blast of cold air brought her back to the present as Greg held his arm out to her. She gratefully grabbed on while he led her and Opal up the cobblestone walkway and to the front door. Greg abruptly stopped and swore. “I forgot my toy bag in the car. We made it this far without either of you busting an ankle, so just wait here for me. I’ll be right back.” Shyla huddled closer to Opal for warmth. While the white fishnet stockings she wore looked great against her dark skin, she wished they provided any kind of protection from the wind. Her pale blue parka stopped mid-thigh, leaving an indecent amount of leg showing. “So, where are the naked women swinging from the rafters? Shouldn’t there be a St. Andrew’s Cross on the front lawn decorated with Christmas lights? Looks more like a Norman Rockwell painting come to life than a wild party.” Opal shivered, wrapped her arms around herself, and narrowed her eyes at Shyla. “Jack and Trent share the house just like they share everything else and both of them are considered upstanding members of their community. I think having naked subs licking people’s boots clean outside the front door might upset the neighbors.” 4

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Shyla flushed and kicked at the rock salt on the sidewalk with the toe of her boot. “Sorry, I wasn’t trying to make fun of them. I just...I guess I just don’t know what to expect. Certainly not something as amazing as this place.” Opal stomped her feet and rubbed her hands together. “What? Did you think they would live in some type of bondage castle? That instead of Christmas lights, they’d have violet wands in the windows?” She gently bumped her hip into Shyla’s. “Greg and I are into the lifestyle, but much like Jack and Trent, we prefer to keep our kinks to ourselves. Though I don’t think any BDSM equipment we put out on our front lawn would be any scarier than our neighbor’s weird garden gnome collection. I mean, seriously, who thinks a gnome dressed up like a sexy nurse is appropriate?” Shyla grinned. “You’re right and I’m sorry.” “It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean any harm. Besides, I’ve heard that they have a dungeon in their basement that is beyond amazing. Though I bet you’ll see it before I ever do.” “I wish,” Shyla muttered and Opal grinned at her. Greg joined them and led them up the steps to the massive-polished walnut front door with its large brass knocker. Shyla’s heart beat in a harsh thud with each knock of the clacker. What was she thinking, dressing up, and hoping to lure not one, but both of her bosses into her bed? Two Master Doms who had their pick of willing and beautiful subs, and who never looked at her like anything more than a little sister, no matter what Opal said. The door swung open and she squinted her eyes against the golden light as the scents of candles, cinnamon, and a smell that she could only describe as Christmas wafted out on a warm current of air. Jack, dressed in black leather pants and vest with no shirt beneath, greeted them with a big smile. “Merry Christmas.” *** Jack nearly choked on his greeting when he spotted Shyla standing next to Greg. Her long black hair was piled atop her head in loose curls that framed her 5

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delicate features instead of her usual ponytail. Black eyeliner accented her big brown eyes, and a shimmery red lipstick made her lips gleam like she had just licked them. When those luscious lips curved into a shy smile and showed the dimples in both of her cheeks, he thought his heart would stop. “Jack,” Trent said from behind him, “Invite them in and close the damn door.” Clearing his throat, he stepped out of the doorway and tried to put on his usual charming smile. “Please, come on in.” Greg and Opal gave him a knowing smirk as Shyla stared at their foyer with wide eyes. Her long legs were encased in boots with little candy canes hanging from the laces and where her jacket stopped, he caught a hint of nutmeg brown thighs covered in white fishnets. Trent’s voice sounded softly in his ear. “Oh shit.” Jack rallied himself and tried to keep his gaze on Opal and Greg as he said, “Can I take your coats?” Greg and Opal quickly slid out of theirs and handed them off to Trent while Greg slung his black toy bag over his shoulder. Opal looked lovely in her red mistletoe outfit with gold chains, but he was glad for the excuse of holding the jackets over his straining erection as he drank in the sight of Shyla in fetish wear. Even in his wildest dreams about her—and there had been quite a few—he’d never imagined how good she actually looked outside of her waitress uniform. The white fishnet stockings on her plush thighs were held up by a pair of red silk garters that attached to a pair of silky, red booty shorts. From there, he got an eyeful of the gently rounded expanse of her brown belly all the way up to where her small, pert breasts strained against the red bikini top decorated with little embroidered candy canes. As he continued to stare, her nipples grew hard behind the thin silk of the top and his mouth went dry. “Shyla, is that you?” Trent asked in a teasing voice. The blush that Jack loved heated her cheeks as she tugged at the edge of her shorts. “Yeah, it’s me. I thought I’d dress up for the party and see what all the fuss was about.” “The fuss?” he asked in a tone that came out deeper than he expected.

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Shyla peeked through her long lashes at him and shrugged. “I’m single now. So I…uh…might join in the submissive charity auction.” At the thought of their lovely Shyla being auctioned off to some random Dom, Jack’s temper flared to life. “The hell you—” Trent threw an arm around his shoulders and dragged him toward the stairs. “Everyone is gathered in the living room. Help yourself to the buffet and the two drink limit is in full effect.” Jack waited until they were upstairs and out of earshot before yelling at Trent. “There is no fucking way we’re letting Shyla auction herself off. She’s a newbie, a kid, she needs an experienced Dom who knows her.” Trent tossed the jackets onto the bed and smoothed his hand over his short hair. “Look, I don’t like the thought of anyone touching our Shyla anymore than you do. But she’s a grown woman and free to make her own decisions. Besides, I’m hardly going to shoot her down for finally getting the courage to step outside the box of what she’s been taught is right and wrong.” Jack sighed and rubbed his eyes. “You’re right as usual, you smug bastard. So what do we do?” Trent leaned against the edge of the marble fireplace and crossed his arms. “We bid on her.” Jack’s heart and cock leapt at the idea, but he’d been trying to keep himself under control around Shyla for so long that denying himself the pleasure of her company had become almost automatic. “No way. We promised we wouldn’t make a play for her until she’s graduated. I don’t want her feeling weird because we’re her bosses. Besides, we don’t even know for sure if she likes us.” “I don’t like the timing any more than you do, but she’s single now and obviously interested in the lifestyle. We let the other Doms know what’s going on, bid on her, and test the waters. If she seems like she’s not interested in us, we just play it off like we were being our usual overprotective, platonic selves.” “And if she likes it?” “If she likes it,” the gleam in Trent’s eyes made Jack’s pulse race with anticipation, “we show our Shyla so much pleasure that she can’t imagine her life without us in it.” 7

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Chapter Two Shyla admired the collection of blown glass art pieces glowing softly beneath the subtle lighting of a giant teak display case. Opal and Greg quickly left her once they joined the party, eager to play with some of the other guests. Both Opal and Greg were exhibitionists and loved the chance to show off to an appreciative crowd. While she had no problem with that, she did have a problem with watching her best friend have sex with her husband. So she wandered around the first floor of the mansion, talking with the other employees and members of the club that she knew. The more she mingled with people, the better she felt about dressing up. The overall reaction had been intensely positive, and the excellent champagne she sipped on probably helped with feeling comfortable. She tried to look for Jack and Trent, but they were nowhere to be found. Around her wrists, she now wore red, green, and yellow ribbons, each ribbon representing what she would be open to as part of the submissive auction. Green for oral sex, yellow for mild bondage, and red for spanking. She figured if Jack and Trent didn’t bid on her, at least she could try out some of her forbidden fantasies with an experienced Dom. There were a few single Doms that expressed interest in her as well as some Dom/sub couples. In the atmosphere of the party, where they encouraged everyone to embrace their sexual freedom, she found herself fantasizing about what it would be like to play with another submissive for the pleasure of their Master. After a year of watching and yearning, she found herself more than ready to experience the painful pleasures that BDSM had to offer. Laughter and talking traveled through the rooms, and she took a deep breath to collect herself. According to the grandfather clock in the corner, the auction would start pretty soon and as the minutes slipped by, she became steadily more nervous. Dreaming about standing before a group of people and being sold to the highest bidder for a night of sexual excess was one thing, doing it was something

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else entirely. What if no one liked her? Or nobody bid on her? It would be like being the last kid left standing in the middle of the field after all the other kids had been picked for the team. There were so many beautiful, experienced subs here tonight vying for Trent and Jack’s attention, surely they’d pick one of them to share. She downed the last of champagne and her stomach churned. The heat of the room pressed down on her, and her skin flushed as her nausea increased. She’d never been a big drinker and had been too nervous to eat. Walking as quickly as she could to the windows facing out over a snow covered back yard, she jerked one open and leaned onto the sill, taking deep breaths of the ice cold air that cleared her head like a slap in the face. The sweat on her face instantly chilled, and she took in steadying breath of air that smelled faintly of pine trees. “Hey, are you okay?” Trent asked in a low voice from over her shoulder. She narrowly avoided banging her head on the edge of the window as she jerked upright. What she didn’t avoid was Trent’s chin, and he swore as the back of her head made contact with his face. In a move of such pure gracelessness that only she could manage, she stumbled in her ridiculous boots and caught Trent in the gut with her elbow as she fell into him. They probably would have remained upright if she hadn’t overcorrected and ended up falling completely against his hips. He cradled her to his chest as they fell and ended up taking the brunt of the impact on his back with her on top of him. She froze, hyper aware of his rock hard body pressed against her. Dressed in his usual immaculate suit and red silk tie, he looked like he just stepped out of the pages of GQ. Something shifted in his gaze and the breath left her body in a rush of need. She’d seen that look in his eyes a hundred times as he worked on a sub and had yearned for him to look at her like that. Now that he finally turned that Dom power on her, she realized she had no idea how deeply it would affect her. The center of her world narrowed down to him and even the room seemed to fade around them. Her whole body tingled and her nipples drew to painful points against his chest. 9

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His voice came out in a bass purr that rumbled against her body. “Shyla, are you all right?” She watched the tip of his tongue wet his lips, a hint of silver from his tongue piercing showing in the light. He had a few other piercings she’d seen, and a few more that she had only heard about in places she could never imagine getting pierced. And the things she heard those piercings could do made her pussy clench with need. Beneath her, she felt the edge of his erection and tried to keep from squirming. “Shyla?” “Huh?” He laughed and traced his fingers down her arms, goose bumps rising in the wake of his touch until he reached the ribbons gracing her wrists braced against his chest. “I came to get you because the auction is starting. Are you okay to participate or do you need to lie down?” She straddled him to try and stand up, but froze when her pussy came in full contact with his erection. Through the worsted wool of his pants and the silk of her shorts, she could almost imagine that she felt one of his piercings pressing on her clit. The world could have ended and she wouldn’t have been able to move. Evidently she wasn’t the only one feeling that way because Trent’s big hands held her hips and very, very slowly rocked her up and down the length of his cock. Her breath came out in a shuddering sigh and her hands fisted his jacket of their own accord as all the blood in her body seemed to rush to the swollen flesh between her legs with one big throb. His answering rumble of appreciation only notched her desire up until a small sound of need escaped her. When her hips reached the head of his cock, he used the strength of his hands to tilt her until her clit pressed against him. Somewhere in the house, a gong sounded followed by excited whistles and yells. Shyla froze and actually shivered as Trent blew out a long breath. “Auction time.” He rolled her onto her back so quickly, she squeaked and grabbed onto the lapels of his suit as he picked her up in his arms. She had more curves than the 10

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average girl, but he had no problem holding her to his chest. “What are you doing?” He smiled down on her, his white teeth gleaming against the darkness of his skin, two shades darker than her own. “Taking you to the submissive auction. I’m assuming that since you’re wearing those ribbons on your wrists you signed up.” They moved through the elegant parlor and into the hallway. Heat blazed through her cheeks and she studied the pictures on the walls as they moved closer to the main room. “I thought, maybe—uh—you’d want to...do something else instead.” She flinched at the need in her voice and mentally scolded herself. He didn’t initiate the contact with her. She had literally thrown herself at him. Of course he didn’t want her; he just reacted like any man would to a woman grinding herself on his dick like a hussy. He slowed his pace and shifted her in his arms until she was forced to meet his gaze. The strength radiating from him drew her nipples tight with desire. “There are many, many things I would love to do with you. But you signed up for the experience of an auction, and I won’t deprive you of that.” “I won’t be deprived,” she denied in a quick rush and his pleased smile brought an answering joy from her soul. How odd that her happiness seemed to be connected to his, that when he was pleased she was pleased. Come to think of it, whenever either Jack or Trent had complimented her on her work at the club, she’d spent the rest of the night floating on a cloud of bliss. He gently set her on her feet and ran a thumb down her cheek. “Too late.” Before she could answer, he turned her around and her heart thudded in her chest. The large room, probably a formal dining room, had been emptied of all furniture except for a long stage that stood a foot or two off the floor and a variety of chairs facing the stage. Running the length of the room, the stage was currently crowded with female and a few male submissives of various ages and shapes. At least a hundred candles lined the room, illuminating it in a sensual light that smoothed away flaws and made the enormous crystal chandelier overhead sparkle. Some submissives wore collars with little owner’s medallions, while others had empty collars like hers. The majority was dressed in next to nothing, and she 11

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actually felt modest in comparison. All wore ribbons on their wrists. Unlike her multi-colored ribbons, the majority of the subs wore a lone black ribbon that meant anything goes. At the end of the stage, Jack inspected the subs one by one, pausing to talk to each and stroke a cheek or rub a shoulder. Each sub he passed visibly relaxed after his attentions and the energy of the crowd increased to an excited pitch. The hair on her arms actually stood up as Jack searched the crowd and spotted her. “I see you found our runaway,” Jack called with a grin. “She’s all yours,” Trent replied and gave her a firm smack on the ass that sent her hustling toward the stage. She clasped her hands together, suddenly wishing that she had worn something more concealing...like a Snuggie. “I’m sorry—” “Silence.” Jack’s strong, low voice made her flinch. He stood directly in front of her until his chest filled her world, the light brown hair covering his thick muscles looking incredibly soft. He clasped her chin in his hand, forcing her to look up at him. Instead of his usual smile, his face had closed down and a small frown deepened the lines around his mouth. “You will address me as Sir or Master, do you understand?” She blinked back unexpected tears and spoke as best she could with his hand holding her jaw. “Yes, Sir.” He leaned closer until the smell of leather and his warm cologne filled her world. The soft, hot brush of his breath against her ear sparked back to life the desire that never seemed to sleep around him and Trent. “If you’re going to play at being a sub, I have to hold you to the standards that I hold the rest of the subs to, if not higher.” “Why higher?” she whispered back as his thumb traced over her lips. “Because I like you and if you truly yearn to submit, I want you to be the best.” His lips nibbled the sensitive lobe of her ear. “Now, are you sure you want to do this?” She swallowed as his hand trailed down her throat to press over the expanse of her chest over her breasts. “Yes, Sir.”

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He leaned away and she missed his warmth. The sounds and sights of the room came rushing in and it amazed her that when he held her it seemed like they were alone. The other subs on the auction block stared at her, some with envy, some with amusement, and some with impatience. Realizing they were holding up the auction, she moved closer to the sub at the end of the line and tried to copy her position of hands at her sides and head down. Jack moved away, and she caught a flash of red and gold in the audience. Opal sat near the front, curled around Greg’s legs and sharing a kiss with a pretty older blond woman kneeling at her Master’s feet. She knew Greg and Opal had an open relationship, but knowing and seeing were two entirely different matters. Greg caught her staring and winked, making her look quickly away as a flush heated her cheeks all the way up to her ears. Jack stood at the opposite end of the stage from her and cleared his throat. “Trent and I would like to welcome you to our home and thank you for filling our lives with such joy and beauty. I’d like to remind everyone that all the money raised from this auction will be donated to a local homeless shelter. Now, before the real fun, we need to establish the ground rules. We would like to remind you that the men and women carrying paddles with the words ‘DM’ on them have the same role here as at our club.” He gave the line of subs a long look, making sure to meet the gaze of each individual as he spoke. “Subs, if at any time you need assistance, yell the word ‘crimson’ and a Dungeon Master will come running. Same goes for you Masters. DM’s will be in every room of the party to make sure that everyone has a good time. If you feel like you can’t handle a sub, let one of the DM’s know and they’ll whip them into shape in no time.” One of the DM’s at the back of the room smacked his paddle against his thigh, and the crowd chuckled while the subs on stage flinched. In the front row, an older Dom with silver hair and cold blue eyes watched her closely. He raised his eyebrows in surprise and she quickly looked away, realizing that she openly stared at him. A quick peek through her lashes showed him whispering to the Dom sitting next to him, and now she had the heavy gaze of two Doms resting on her.

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The stage creaked as Jack walked from one end to the other as he talked. “Subs, while we expect you to honor the choice of your ribbons, we also don’t want you to feel forced...well forced in a bad way into anything. You know the house’s safe word—use it only if you need it.” She searched the crowd for Trent and finally found him at the back of the audience, watching the auction from a large dark leather wing backed chair. A pretty brunette clad only in a thong sauntered over in her fuck-me heels and knelt before him, but he waved her away without even glancing at her. Their eyes met and her pussy throbbed in response to the power of his gaze. Even from across the room she felt drawn to him, pulled into the strength of his aura. Bidding on the first sub began and it went fast and fierce. Some subs were quickly bought by their Masters, while others were sold to someone else for the evening. She carefully watched the body language of each sub and slowly relaxed as she realized they were all genuinely happy with whoever won them. One sub cried, but only after her Master came out from the audience and spanked her bottom to show how nicely her pale skin turned red. By the time Jack reached her, the room had mostly emptied out, leaving only those that watched the auction for entertainment and a few single Doms who’d either been outbid or hadn’t bid at all. Jack grasped her wrist in his hand and held it aloft so the room could see her ribbons. “This little subbie is brand spanking new to the scene. Whoever wins her tonight will have the pleasure of being her first Master or Mistress.” She fought the urge to pull her wrist out of his grip and swallowed hard. Not looking at the audience no longer became an issue as the weight of all those gazes rested on her. For some reason her skin had grown extra sensitive and she swore she could feel the heat from Jack’s body as he stood behind her. She certainly could smell him and took a deep breath of his warm leather scent, drawing strength from it. On a primal level, she knew that no harm would come to her as long as he was there. The bids quickly climbed and when a man yelled out three thousand dollars, she gaped at the audience. The silver-haired man with the cold blue eyes winked

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at her, and she quickly looked back down. While he didn’t have the magnetic pull on her that Jack and Trent had, he still shook her soul. Her jaw actually dropped when Trent yelled from the back of the room, “Thirty five hundred.” Jack stepped closer to her until his chest pressed against her back. She leaned into him, grateful for his strength. The auction took on a surreal air as the bids continued to climb. A small crowd stood in the doorway, whistling as each man continued to bid. At the back of the room, Trent appeared utterly relaxed as he stroked the arm of the chair and said, “Five thousand dollars.” The man with the cold blue eyes sighed and shook his head at Jack. He met her gaze one more time and gave her a small smile before turning and giving Trent a mock salute. “Going once, going twice, sold to Master Trent! With that we have come to the end of tonight’s auction. The black-painted door to the left of the kitchen leads down to our dungeon. Feel free to take your subs down there and enjoy yourselves. Have fun and remember—safe, sane, consensual.” Her heart, her very soul rang with joy as the realization that her deepest dream had come true. Jack’s arms wrapped around her and his hands rested on her hips, gripping gently. He whispered into her ear, “Did I mention that Trent bid for both of us?” Her voice came out in a ragged whisper. “No.” Jack pulled her hips back, letting her feel his erection pressing into the swell of her ass. In front of her, Trent rose from the chair with a liquid grace that made her knees weak. Jack laughed softly and splayed his fingers over her hips, framing her swollen pussy. “Are you sure you want to do this? Once you agree to be our submissive, our woman, there is no turning back.” Thinking became impossible as Trent jumped up on the stage and stalked toward them. He kept his gaze locked on hers, and Jack groaned deep in his throat as she pressed her body to his. Her reply came from her heart. “Please, Masters, take care of me.”

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Chapter Three Trent’s heart lurched at Shyla’s soft plea. Her dark beauty framed by Jack’s body, made her appear small and vulnerable. He loved sharing his subs with Jack, and they had a profound bond that made them almost an extension of each other when they were deep into a scene. He stopped before them and gripped his hands into fists, willing his body to have patience. All his cock wanted to do was sink into her hot, wet depths but his mind and heart wanted so much more. The vulnerability reflected in her big dark eyes as she gazed at him resonated in his soul. Everything that made him a Dom demanded that he give this little sub what she so desperately desired. Before they went any further, there was something he had to do. He closed in on them and noted how she pressed into Jack, instinctively seeking his protection. When he stood close enough that only a breath separated their bodies, Trent held her face between his hands and watched her pupils dilate with desire. The feel of her skin beneath his palms warmed his entire body and settled in a dull throb in his balls. Her eyelids fluttered shut as he leaned closer and her lips, her entire body softened in anticipation. The first pass of her full mouth against his challenged his self-control. He wanted nothing more than to rip her clothes off and fuck her until she couldn’t walk. Instead, he channeled that desire into his kiss, opening her mouth with his tongue and delighting in her moan of pleasure as he tasted her. Her hands rose and explored his face as they kissed, butterfly soft strokes with the tips of her fingers that left behind a burn. Their kiss deepened and the velvet rasp of her tongue against his as she explored his piercing made him eager for that mouth wrapped around other parts of his body. Jack pressed against her back until they pinned her between them as Trent turned their kiss hard, nipping at her lower lip until she squirmed.

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When he pulled away, she clung to him and tried to bring him back to her. Delighted by her response, he shared a smile with Jack and stepped back. Shyla’s kind and genuinely sweet demeanor at the club had everyone that worked there in love with her in one way or another. Already his analytical mind began to plan all the wonderful things they could show her, could do with her. All the things that would bind her to them forever as their beloved submissive. He couldn’t wait to get another taste of the fire beneath her gentle surface. “Let’s go,” Jack said in a rough voice. He picked Shyla up and tossed her over his shoulder. Her deliciously big bottom presented too great of a temptation and both men slapped it in unison. The small shriek she gave soon dissolved to giggles as Jack nibbled on her thigh. Her laughter helped ease the small pang of guilt he felt about crossing the line between boss and employee before she graduated. While he fully enjoyed power plays, he never wanted a woman to feel like she had to sleep with him in order to keep her job. The very idea repulsed him, but he didn’t think they had to worry about that with Shyla. Her curls bounced against Jack’s back as he carried her down the steps. “Where are you taking me?” Jack gave her another swat on the ass, harder this time. “Is that how you address your Masters?” She wiggled her butt. “No, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.” Trent followed behind them, ignoring the amused and sometimes envious looks of the other guests as they passed through the house. On their way up the stairs to Trent’s bedroom, he paused and grabbed a handful of peppermints out of a candy dish. Their little sub seemed rather fond of them, but he’d bet she had no idea how much fun peppermints could be. *** Shyla slid down Jack’s chest, delighting in his strength. She ran her hands over him, greedy to finally touch the body she’d been admiring for so long. He

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chuckled and stepped back, holding her arms at her sides. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.” When he left she took a moment to admire the large bedroom. Cornflower blue silk wallpaper complimented the cream carpet and an enormous white marble fireplace cast a low light on the room. Thick cream drapes held back by gold cords looked out over an expanse of dark woods and condensation clouded the outer panes. On the opposite side of the fireplace, a large four-poster, dark cherry wood bed dominated the room. Blue silk pillows were heaped against the headboard and a cream down comforter made her want to jump into the middle of all that softness. Her breath caught in her throat as she spied the black and white silk ropes dangling from each of the massive wood posts. It felt as if she walked through a dream as her feet carried her to the edge of the bed. She trailed her fingers down one of the braided ropes, enjoying the caress of the silk. “What are you thinking?” Trent asked as he joined her, his suit jacket gone and the first few buttons on his shirt open to reveal his dark, muscled chest. She kept her gaze on the rope and clenched it until her knuckles turned white. “That this feels like a dream, Sir.” His hand wrapped around her throat, turning her gaze toward him with just enough pressure to push slightly against her skin. The potential for violence was there, coloring the air with its spice, but in her heart she knew he’d never abuse her trust. That knowledge came from months of watching him at the club, months spent alone with him where he never gave any indication that he wanted anything more from her than her company. “A good dream or a bad one?” She’d like to think that her voice came out choked because of his hand around her throat, but it was emotion that caused it to come out in a husky whisper. “A wonderful dream.” “What else do you dream about?” She tried to look away but he turned her head forcing her to stare at him. “I asked you a question.” Staring into his eyes, it became impossible to lie and the truth spilled out of her. “You. I dream about you and Jack. About being your sub.” 18

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Trent’s gaze softened and his body grew tense. He stepped away from her a moment before Jack grabbed her and threw her on the bed. “I say we make her come until she can’t breathe, then fuck her until she can’t move.” Trent finished unbuttoning his shirt and tossed it over to the side. The silver hoops in his nipples gleamed in the firelight, and she wanted run her tongue over them, to make Trent as crazy as he made her. Jack grabbed her boot and hauled her towards them until her legs dangled off the edge of the bed. “You have no idea how much we’ve wanted you. How hard it’s been to keep from dragging you off every time you look at me with those big brown eyes.” She flushed from his praise and groaned as he unlaced her boot and slid it off her foot. A moment later, Trent did the same with the other side and gently massaged the arch of her foot with his thumbs. She practically purred from the pleasure coursing through her body at his touch. The bed sank next to her while Jack clasped her wrists and held them over her head. With efficient movements he tied her hands to the headboard. Anxiety cut through her pleasure and she pulled at the restraints, testing them. The soft rope held tight and she couldn’t help but struggle harder. He tugged her down until there was no slack and her arms hovered above the pillows. Her struggling abruptly ended when Jack dipped his head down and captured her lips in a demanding kiss that fizzled through her all the way to her toes. A hint of peppermint flavored his mouth, and his breath warmed her from the inside out as she drew his exhale into her lungs. Below, Trent’s talented hands massaged their way up her calves to her inner thighs where he paused to scrape his nails over her sensitive skin. Jack ate the moan from her mouth as his fingers found her erect nipple through her top and squeezed with increasing pressure until it became too much, and she flinched. He immediately released her abused bud and gently stroked just the tip, drawing the most delicious sensations from her. Trent ran his hand along her calf while he crawled up from the end of the bed. Jack broke their kiss and climbed off the edge of the bed. Her pussy ached with each beat of her heart, and her breath stopped in her chest when she noticed that while Jack had been kissing her, Trent had removed all of his clothes. 19

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Every inch of his body boasted smooth, dark skin and enough muscle to make her want to spend the rest of her life looking at him. The light from the fire caught his various piercings and she gasped. He lifted his thigh to reveal three thick silver barbells going down the length of his cock, a hoop piercing at the base of his erection, and another piercing on his balls. “Wow.” Her softly spoken word rang out in the quiet room. Trent gave her a wicked smile and ran his hand down his cock. “These three barbells are placed so they hit your G-spot in missionary position. The piercing at the base is for clit when you ride me, and the piercing on my balls is for your clit when I’m fucking you doggy style.” Jack spoke from the edge of the bed. “I hope my lack of hardware doesn’t disappoint.” She turned away from the incredible sight of Trent’s nude body only to find another equally delicious man giving her an arrogant smile. Soft brown hair sprinkled over his chest and thighs and his very, very thick cock stood out from the patch of hair between his legs. “Oh my,” she whispered. “I feel like I got my Christmas presents early this year.” “Have you been a good girl?” Trent asked in a teasing tone as he slid over the bikini top to reveal one small breast topped with her very hard nipple. “Yeah,” was all she could manage while Jack mimicked his motion on her other breast, exposing them to their hungry gazes. As one, they descended on her. Two mouths locked around her nipples and sucked hard, bringing her back arching off the bed as she fought the ropes. Teeth came next, sharp bites at different times, followed by sucks and licks. Her pussy clenched and released with each hard suck and bite until her legs scissored helplessly on the bed. The round metal ball of Trent’s tongue ring pressed against her nipple and rubbed her aching tip against the roof of his mouth with his tongue. Jack grabbed something off the nightstand and Trent pulled back, leaving her distended nipples standing up bigger than she’d ever seen them. Trent blew on

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them and they tightened further beneath his hot gaze. She was so turned on that the friction from the seam of her shorts against her pussy drove her crazy. Trent rested his palm above her heart as Jack leaned forward with something in his hand. She lifted her head to try to see better and gasped when she identified the shape he held as a long, sharp knife with a decorative wood hilt. Jack sat back on his haunches, his erection jutting out as he turned the knife slowly in the light. “Easy,” Trent murmured into her ear. “Your heart is going to pound right out of your chest if you don’t relax. Besides, do you really think Jack and I are going to hurt you?” Jack moved between her legs, and she slowly parted her thighs for him. It took an enormous amount of trust to do that much, and she couldn’t stop the soft moan of fear as he slid the sharp blade under the edge of her shorts and proceeded to cut them off. The press of the dull side of the cool blade into her skin almost felt as if he cut her, and it surprised her to see her skin intact when he peeled off her ruined shorts and underwear to reveal her dark, wet pussy. Both men made similar appreciative noises deep in their throats, and she realized that she wasn’t entirely powerless. Any control they had over her she gave them and they wanted her just as much as she wanted them. That revelation helped her to slightly relax. Jack ran the dull edge of the blade down her wet slit. Her juice gleamed on the knife as he brought it to his lips and licked it clean, all the while holding her gaze. An electric sensuality moved between them, and she sighed when Trent cupped her breasts. Instead of diving between her legs like she prayed he would, Jack grabbed a small brown bottle with a black cap from the edge of the table next to the bed. In the light she couldn’t make out the writing on the bottle. “Sir, what is that?” Trent captured her lips in a long, decadent kiss that chased away any thought except for the need for more. The scent of peppermint blossomed on the air just as he said, “Peppermint oil. It does interesting things to a subs tender parts when used correctly, and just plain burns like hell if you use it wrong.” “Please tell me you’ve used it before, Sir.”

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Jacks cock nudged at the top of her slit, brushing against her clit as her hips snapped upwards. He chuckled and placed one hand on her belly, holding her down while he gently rubbed the fragrant oil into her nipples. At first it felt nice and she nuzzled Trent’s neck as Jack twisted and pulled at her hard tips. When he blew a breath on them they tingled, but again nothing too bad. A small part of her was disappointed by the lack of pain. Not that she wanted them to torture her or anything, but she really wanted to experience the subspace that she’d heard so much about. The soft drag of Jack’s tongue over her nipple made her sigh in pleasure against Trent’s neck. Jack blew on her nipples again and this time his breath felt warm, almost hot even. That warmth increased when he licked his way down her belly, stopping to bite around the edge of her belly button. By the time his lips brushed her mound, the warmth on her nipples had turned into a burn, similar to the heat caused by a muscle rub. When Jack’s tongue delved between the swollen lips of her labia, she shrieked and jerked against her bonds. His tongue felt like it was made out of fire. Immediately her pussy clenched and he held open her pussy lips open and exposed her clit. She tried to move away from his mouth, to keep his burning tongue off her sensitive skin, but it was no use. He sucked on her cunt like a man eating a juicy peach and the fire engulfed her. Trent ate the cries from her mouth, his tongue soothing her and mimicking the motion of Jack’s tongue between her thighs. The scrape of Jack’s teeth over the hood of her clit brought her pleasure roaring back to life, and her body tried to process the feelings. The sensation of Trent kissing her and Jack licking on either side of her clit in slow up and down strokes drove her wild with arousal. Then Jack would pull back and blow on her pussy, making it burn before he soothed it with his mouth again. On and on they went and Trent rubbed his cock against her hip while he continued to kiss her as if he could drink her desire from her lips. Tension built in her limbs, became a painful tightening until the bed protested as she strained against the bonds. With her mouth, her body, she tried to plead with the men to help her come. Jack gripped her ass with both hands, raising her pussy to his face 22

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and sucked hard on her clit. At the same moment, Trent tore his mouth from hers and knelt next to her head, shoving his cock into her eager mouth. When the taste of his salty pre-cum hit her tongue her orgasm broke. The pleasure shot through her limbs blinding her while her body convulsed beneath them. Trent pulled out until only the head of his erection pressed against her lips as she shuddered from the tips of her fingers all the way to her toes. Jack placed one more soft lick on her pussy before saying in a rough voice, “Trade me places.” Her head rolled limply to the side and she drew in a deep breath. A strange, buzzing sensation filled her until she felt like the bubbles in a glass of champagne. Jack captured her lips in a soft kiss, and she could taste herself and a hint of peppermint. Her pussy still burned, but that pain merged into the endorphin rush of her orgasm and became a good hurt. She roused herself enough to whisper, “That was...I mean...wow.” Both men laughed and Jack teased her nipples back into hard points. The sight of his pale skin against her dark peaks sent a little erotic thrill through her. Her gaze moved past his hands to where Trent knelt between her thighs, and that little thrill became a sharp need. He held her gaze while he carefully pulled a condom over his cock, taking care to move slowly past his piercings. He ran his fingers up and down her pussy. “I’m going to fuck you and you, my beautiful sub, will suck Jack while I do it. I want to see him pour his cum down that pretty throat of yours. Now hold yourself open for me.” Jack groaned and helped her slide back so the rope gave her enough slack to hold her legs up. The position fully exposed her to Jack’s gaze and a twinge of embarrassment had her closing her thighs slightly. Having someone see her opened up like this made her feel very helpless, especially someone like Trent. Her inner pussy lips protruded past her outer labia and most men seemed to prefer pussies where everything was tucked up neat inside. She didn’t want him to be disappointed that she didn’t look like the women she’d seen in Playboy. A sharp slap on the sensitive skin where her bottom met her thigh jerked her out of her thoughts, and she stared at Trent. His face had closed down into a cold mask that made her want to apologize even though she had no idea what she did wrong. He cupped her and pressed his thumb directly onto her sensitive clit, 23

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knew she was this amazing in bed, I would have thrown her into a dark corner of the club and fucked her senseless months ago.” All she could do was moan in agreement as Trent began to move within her. Each drag of his cock over her inflamed tissues felt glorious. The knowledge that Trent moved in her, that Trent groaned as she clenched her pussy around him ramped up her desire even more. These were her men, and she’d be damned if anything or anyone would ever take them from her.

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Chapter Four Jack tried to think about taxes, the Detroit Tigers’ batting averages, anything but the hot, silken slide of Shyla’s mouth on his cock. She unconsciously mimicked Trent’s movements between her legs, sucking him deep when Trent was buried up to his balls, teasing his head with the tip of her tongue when Trent pulled out and rubbed his cock over her clit. What a responsive little clit it was. When he sucked on it, her cream had wet the bed beneath her while she squirmed and whimpered. That memory wasn’t helping him hold back and neither did the sight of Trent working the shit out of her. Sweat gleamed on his dark skin and his abs clenched with each thrust. He knew Trent well enough to know that he fought the urge to come as much as Jack. Fuck that. They had the rest of the night to play. He wanted to shoot into her soft little mouth and he wanted to do it now. He held her face between his hands and began to fuck her mouth, eliciting a groan from Shyla that vibrated to the base of his cock. She rocked her hips and Trent picked up his pace. A quick glance down her curvy body showed Trent playing with her clit. Satisfied that she was being taken care of, he pushed his hips in and out of her mouth, loving how she tried to lick and suck him even as he pulled away. Her soft, pillowy lips looked so fucking erotic as they wrapped around his shaft, and the flash of her pink tongue as she licked his dick made his balls draw up tight. “Almost there,” he whispered and released her head to toy with her sore nipples as she moaned. With him deep in her throat, she froze and he moved his cock out of her mouth, slowly jerking it while she thrashed with her orgasm. He loved how she looked when she came. The smallest smile curved her lips as she gave herself fully over to the pleasure. Unable to help himself, he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, nibbling and laughing softly as she lost her hold on

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her legs. Before she had a chance to regain her senses, he pressed his cock against her lips and she smiled as she swallowed him down. With her hands no longer busy holding her legs up, she used one hand to fondle his balls and the other to stroke the part of his cock that she couldn’t fit into her mouth. She sped up the pace of her hand until she jerked him and just kept the very tip of his cock in her mouth, tormenting the sensitive head with her tongue. He turned his attention to Trent and found the other man had his eyes closed and his head thrown back as his thrusts became erratic. Knowing exactly what Trent felt, knowing that he hovered on the edge of coming did it for Jack. With a burn that began in the base of his spine and unfurled into mindblowing pleasure, his orgasm shot out of his cock and into Shyla’s eager mouth. She greedily sucked each spurt from him, drawing out the pleasure until it became too much and he jerked back. The way she licked her lips made his cock twitch, and her eyelids fluttered shut as Trent pulled out of her. They left her on the bed and quickly walked to the master bathroom to clean up. Trent ran a washcloth under the warm water while he looked out the open doorway to keep an eye on Shyla. His voice came out in a hushed whisper. “I think I’m in love.” Jack laughed softly and grabbed a towel. “I know I am. Man...when she gives herself over to her pleasure, she is fucking magnificent.” “All the things we can show her.” “All the pleasure we can give her.” Jack paused by the door and continued in a low tone, “I don’t care what anyone says or thinks, Shyla is ours.” Trent grunted his agreement and said in an equally hushed voice, “We need to work on convincing her to stay the night. If she wakes up tomorrow by herself, she may have second thoughts. If she wakes up between us, we’ll make sure she doesn’t.” ***

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Shyla forced her eyes open when a warm, wet cloth pressed gently between her legs. At her head, Trent untied her from the bedposts and gently massaged her sore shoulders. Her muscles felt as if she’d down two dozen pull-ups at the gym and his fingers helped soothe away the ache. Her mind slowly returned to earth, and she shivered while the sweat on her skin cooled. Jack swiftly wrapped her up in a thick green towel and kissed the top of her head. “Better?” She shivered again and Jack hopped on the bed, pulling her onto his lap so that she nestled against the pillows. Trent joined them with a grey cashmere blanket that he tucked around her. The softness of the blanket caressed her skin and the warmth of her men’s bodies quickly chased any shivers from her body. Her mind, on the other hand, still seemed to tremble. This changed everything and she could only hope for the better. After a glimpse of what being at the center of their attention felt like, she couldn’t imagine living without them in her life, but had no idea what they thought about her. Trent and Jack never had a regular sub, let alone a girlfriend for as long as she had worked there. Maybe she would be just another broken heart in a long line of women that had fallen for them. Tears welled in her eyes, and she briskly wiped them away with the edge of the blanket. “Hey now,” Jack murmured in a low voice and brushed her hair back. “What are those tears for?” “It’s nothing,” she denied and tried to sit up. Suddenly their arms around her were no longer comforting, but constraining. She pushed against them but they didn’t budge. “Let me go. I need to get cleaned up and go home.” Jack took a deep breath but Trent spoke first. “We’d like it if you stayed the night with us.” She froze and stared at the ceiling rather than meeting their gaze. “Why?” Both men tensed on either side of her, but she was too chicken to look at them, afraid of the dismay she would see in their eyes. Hurtful words, meant to protect her heart, spilled from her lips before she could stop them. “I appreciate you bidding

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on me so I didn’t end up with some stranger, but you don’t have to pretend that it was anything more than that. I’m a big girl. I know how the world works.” Jack’s tone could have frozen a popsicle. “And how does the world work?” She tried to shrug her shoulders, impossible to do considering how tightly they held her. “I know you guys only do casual, and I knew that before I slept with you.” She cleared her throat to break the silence when they didn’t say anything. “So—uh, I won’t get all weird at work with you or anything. It’s not like I’m in love with you.” The thought of seeing them with another sub tore at her heart, but facing their outright rejection would hurt even more. This way at least she could save some face. Unfortunately, another tear slid down her cheek, giving away the lie of her words. Jack brushed the tear away with his thumb. “Shyla, we don’t do casual with you.” “We could never do casual with you.” She blinked up at them, surprised to see anger rather than relief on their faces at her giving them an easy way out. “What are you talking about?” Trent shook his head and a small smile curved his lips. “Don’t you know that we’ve been wanting you, lusting after you, and falling for you for months?” Jack trailed his fingers down her arm in a slow caress. “I was running out of reasons for an excuse to touch you. Always retying your apron, just happening to be behind the bar the same time that you were so we could touch.” “And why do you think we almost always had you on the schedule as a closer?” She flushed, the realization of what they were telling her solidifying in her mind. “Uh, because I don’t have kids?” Both men laughed and she glared at them. “No,” Jack said and tweaked her nose. “It was so we would have the excuse of taking you out to breakfast. We had to invite along the rest of the late night crew, but did you notice how after a while only you agreed to come along?” She edged her hands out beneath the blanket, searching for theirs. “I thought they were just tired.” Their hands clasped hers and held her tight. “So, you really do like me?”

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“Very, very, very much.” Trent accentuated each very with a kiss along her neck. “In fact, we plan on keeping you.” “Oh really.” She practically purred as Jack nibbled on her ear. “I’m pretty high maintenance.” Trent stroked along her inner thigh. “Anything worth having is worth working for.” “I’m also very independent. I don’t think I could do that whole 24/7 slave thing.” Jack nipped the pulse banging in her throat. “Outside of the bedroom we’re equals. Inside the bedroom, and the club, and private parties, we’re the Masters—” “And you’re our beloved submissive,” Trent finished. “Well, Masters, I heard you had a pretty neat dungeon set up in your basement.” Both of them gave her such a wicked smile that she swallowed past a lump of sudden fear. “I mean, that is, we can see it some other day.” “Oh no.” Jack hooked a finger in the loop of her collar. “I would love to see you spread out over our spanking bench, that beautiful ass of yours just begging for a paddling.” Trent ran the back of his knuckles over her nipples, smiling when it pebbled beneath his touch. “Besides, I can’t wait to show you off. Our Shyla, our beautiful, perfect woman.” Heat flooded her cheeks while she thought about all the wonderful, delicious, and utterly decadent things that could mean. She said the only thing that she could think of. “Please.”

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~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~

Ann is Queen of the Castle to her wonderful husband and three sons in the mountains of West Virginia. In her past lives she's been an Import Broker, a Communications Specialist, a US Navy Civilian Contractor, a Bartender/Waitress, and an actor at the Michigan Renaissance Festival. She also spent a summer touring with the Grateful Deadthough she will deny to her children that it ever happened. From a young age she's been fascinated by myths and fairytales, and the romance that often was the center of the story. As Ann grew older and her hormones kicked in, she discovered trashy romance novels. Great at first, but she soon grew tired of the endless stories with a big wonderful emotional buildup to really short and crappy sex. Never a big fan of purple prose, throbbing spears of fleshy pleasure and wet honey pots make her giggle, she sought out books that gave the sex scenes in the story just as much detail and plot as everything else-without using cringe worthy euphemisms. This led her to the wonderful world of Erotic Romance, and she's never looked back. Now Ann spends her days trying to tune out cartoons playing in the background to get into her 'sexy space' and has learned to type one handed while soothing a cranky baby.

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