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Justin shrugged. “Let’s just say Ned and I were hopeful. And ready to be very persuasive if necessary.”

She shivered as Justin slowly withdrew his fingers from her. There was a lot to be said for their powers of persuasion.

Ned rose, and then offered his hand. She took it, marveling at the strength and confidence in his grip. It occurred to her that if she were alone with Ned, her fears would most likely get the better of her. While his intensity was sexy as hell, it also scared her a bit. Having Justin there tempered the fear, broke some of the hardcore sexual tension and made her feel as if she were standing on steadier ground.

Yet another way her bosses made an amazing team.

They walked through several darkened corridors, leaving behind the thumping bass of the dance floor, the crack of whips and cries of pain and pleasure—each sound adding to the magic of this surreal night.

Finally they entered a less crowded, much quieter area. The hallway here was more ornate, losing some of the seedy look of the rooms they’d just left. For a moment, she could almost pretend they’d entered some five-star hotel.

Ned turned to look at her. “If you need sweet from us, if your expectations for a ménage are different than this, we can go somewhere else, give you what you—”

She cut him off. “I don’t want sweet. Or soft. Or gentle. I just want you. Both of you.”

She’d given herself one night to be with them. While she didn’t doubt they’d restrain their darker natures to offer her the most magical night she could ask for, they would be holding back what they really wanted from her. And she would hate it.

Justin placed his hand on her lower back, forcing her to look at him. “Bells, I know you said only one night, but we could go for two. Take tonight to teach you about the beauty of making love with three. Then come back here next weekend to unleash all our freaky fantasies.”

She was already tempting fate. Any more than tonight would spell disaster for her. Bella was struggling to keep a lock on her heart, to hold her feelings for these men at bay. Adding another night in their arms—especially a romantic one—would break her. Destroy her. Better to stick to the fantasies of the flesh, the kinkier the better. If kisses and soft words came into play, she was a goner. “No. Tonight only. Here. Wild and unrestrained. What did you say at the office, Justin? No holds barred?”

“As you wish.” Ned led her to one of the doors, produced a key and unlocked it. Bella realized the hallway was as far as the resemblance to a fancy-schmancy hotel went.

She stepped into the bedroom, wondering what sort of wicked wonderland she’d entered. The room was beautifully adorned with rich colors and lit by dozens of candles. However, that was it for normalcy. In contrast, the furniture and decor looked like something out of a madman’s dungeon as her gaze took in the St. Andrew’s cross, various padded benches—God only knew what they were for—restraints on the four-poster bed, an open chest of sex toys, and wall full of whips, chains and ropes.

“Holy shit,” she whispered.

Justin stroked her arm seductively. “Think we can cover the freaky fantasy basics with this?”

She closed her mouth when she realized it was hanging open. She was speechless and scared spitless and so turned-on, she wondered if simply walking across the room would provoke another orgasm.

“We’ll start slow.” Ned placed a comforting hand on her back and guided her farther into the room. She heard the door close and the lock flipped.

“Hey, Bells.”

She found Justin studying her face, concern in his eyes. “You remember your safe word, right?”

“Pennsylvania.”

He gave her a comforting grin. “Good girl.”

“Feeling brave?” Ned asked.

She smiled. “I’ve made it this far, so I think it’s safe to say I’m either the most courageous woman on Earth or certifiable.”

“You’re incredible. Never doubt that, Bella-love.” Ned pressed on her back, guiding her to a stripper pole set up near the foot of the large bed. “Dance for us.”

She blushed at the thought, not certain she’d have the nerve. Though she loved to dance and the idea of giving her handsome bosses a provocative show was definitely tempting. After all, she’d come to this room knowing they’d make some seriously tough requests. And truthfully, this didn’t feel all that difficult. The idea of giving something back to Ned and Justin appealed to her a great deal.

Music began to play as Ned fiddled with an iPod on the nightstand. He adjusted the volume on a seductive song, then came back with two chairs. He and Justin sat down, observing her patiently, neither pushing. They would make their requests. Then the decision was in her hands. The safe word protected her, gave her an out.

She didn’t need or want it.

She was reminded of Ned’s fantasy and something sparked, came to life inside her. She
would
submit to them. Give them everything they requested. Because she wanted to. Desperately. More than she wanted her next breath.

Suddenly it wasn’t a question of whether or not she should dance. That decision had been taken from her as she allowed her submissive side to escape.

Rather than upset her, it felt as if she’d truly been set free. By relinquishing control of her own free will, she could explore and do and experience things she’d never have the courage to try on her own. Every fantasy she’d ever entertained was being brought to life by the two men who’d started out as her bosses, and then become her friends. Tonight, they’d add lovers to the list. Even if only briefly.

“As you dance, take off your blouse, bra and skirt. Leave the stockings and heels on.”

She gave Ned a seductive grin as he issued his order, enjoying the glimmer of shock that entered his expression. Clearly he’d expected her to put up a fight, to resist.

No. No way. She’d come too far to turn back. Not that she would anyway. She’d dreamed of being with these men, separately and together. Whether this was the best decision or biggest mistake of her life was tomorrow’s concern.

For now, she was going to live in the moment.

Bella reached up, gripping the bar above her head, then took a slow spin, letting the music soak into her soul, allowing her body to find the rhythm of the sexy beat.

She closed her eyes and acted on instinct, feeling her way through her first experience as a stripper. It was hotter than she would have imagined. Her skin burned and tingled and her clothing felt too constricting. She longed to bare herself to Ned and Justin.

Reaching up, she popped the button on her blouse, enjoying the collective intake of breath she heard from her audience of two.

Slowly she allowed the silky material to glide over her arms, the gentle brush of slickness against skin adding even more fuel to her own arousal. Then she stepped away from the pole and dropped the shirt over Ned’s shoulder. His hungry gaze encouraged her to continue, to push the temperature even higher.

Returning to the pole, she straddled it, arching her back, moving her hips in time with the music several times, losing herself to the power of the movement, to the spellbound stares of her soon-to-be lovers.

Then she stood upright once more. Turning her back to her men, she unfastened her bra and let the straps slide down one at a time while holding the cups in place. Glancing over her shoulder, she gave them a teasing smile, thrilled by their rapt attention. She dropped the bra to the floor before reaching for the pole once more and spinning to face them.

Justin’s groan warmed her, made her even more daring. Slipping the zipper on her skirt lower, she shimmied the tight material over her hips torturously slow, keeping her gaze on their faces. Inch by inch, she revealed herself to them, her pussy already naked thanks to the fact Ned had claimed her panties at the table.

Once the skirt hit the floor, she kicked it off then turned to face the pole. Bella bent forward, swaying her hips and giving them a bird’s eye view of her ass.

She didn’t have time to consider what her big ending would be when Ned’s voice broke through the music.

“Come here.”

His deep, commanding tone sent shivers of anticipation along her spine. Bella didn’t hesitate. Once she stood directly in front of him, she stopped and awaited his next order. Her obedience wasn’t lost on him as he slowly perused her body. Then he patted his thighs.

“Lap dance.”

She giggled, loving the opportunity to finally get up close and personal. So far she hadn’t had a chance to explore their bodies. Her fingers itched to touch Ned’s skin, to stroke his muscles, to taste the light sheen of sweat she could see at his temple.

Bella opened her legs, straddling Ned’s lap. His hands came to her waist, where he grasped her lightly for only a moment before tugging her down completely. She placed her hands on his shoulders, still gyrating in time with the music as he stroked her sides. His fingers were wreaking havoc on her system, making her long for so much more.

Her pussy ached to be filled when he lifted his hands and gripped her breasts in his large, firm palms. Nothing about Ned was gentle or easy. His rough touches, his stern, hungry expressions let her know he’d be denied nothing.

Not that he needed to worry. She sure as hell didn’t intend to turn down a single thing he offered. He awakened wicked places inside her she didn’t know existed.

“Open my pants, Bella.”

Her fingers were at the fastening to his slacks before he’d finished speaking her name. She needed with a passion so overwhelming, so devastating, nothing short of slamming down on his cock would satisfy it.

Sliding the zipper down, she licked her lips as she uncovered her prize. Holy mother. Ned’s dick was long. Thick. Her pussy clenched with eager expectation and the slightest bit of trepidation.

Oh yeah. This might actually hurt.

Ned seemed to read her concern. “We’ll go slow, Bella.”

Something shiny captured her attention and she turned to see Justin standing next to her. He handed her a condom. “Put it on him.”

Justin’s pants were open as well and she closed her eyes, fighting back a wave of lightheadedness. Justin was equally well endowed. What the hell had she signed on for?

She took the condom and slid it over Ned’s erect flesh as Justin stroked himself. Personal space didn’t seem to be a concern for either man, neither bristling at their oh-so-close proximity. She loved that there were no boundaries between them.

Ned clasped her hips, lifting her slightly until his cock nudged her wet slit. “You decide the pace. Determine how much you can take. Slide down. Nice and easy. Once you’re all the way in, you’re going to open that pretty mouth and suck Justin’s cock while you ride mine.”

She wondered what it said about her to be so turned-on by Ned’s dirty demands. She’d told them she longed for a man to take charge in the bedroom. They were answering that plea. And then some.

Ned helped guide her descent, paying careful attention to her facial expressions and slight gasps when his thick dick stretched her. She suddenly understood the concept of being ruined for all other men. Despite the brief tinges of pain, this was the most beautiful moment of her life. Bella prayed for time to slow, needing tonight to last long enough that she could memorize every glorious second. She had no doubt she would relive this experience over and over.

The journey took time. Justin whispered beautiful compliments and stroked her hair. Then, finally, she was seated to the hilt. They all froze.

“Damn.” Her voice broke on the last word, even as she fought to hide her feelings, but the moment was so perfect, she couldn’t keep her emotions contained.

Ned cupped her face affectionately. After his stern looks and tone, the kind gesture was almost her undoing. If she wasn’t careful, her crush on these men was going to blossom into full-blown love. Her heart couldn’t take much more.

“You’re amazing, Bella.”

She hoped he couldn’t see the tears forming in her eyes.

“Ready for more?”

She nodded eagerly, prompting Justin to grasp her hair in his hand. “Thank God. Come here, Bells.”

He leaned forward and kissed her—the touch full of heat and passion. She rejoiced in its power and sheer hungry need. They weren’t treating her with kid gloves. They knew what they wanted and they were claiming it. She was so glad it was she who provoked them to such desire. Bella broke the kiss first, stroking Justin’s close-trimmed beard. She loved the texture of it.

“I think you promised me a ride,” she said to Ned. Then she looked back at Justin. “And you owe me a taste.”

She twisted slightly as Justin placed the head of his cock against her lips. Mere inches separated Ned and Justin. Again, she was taken aback by their genuine ease with this nearness.

“Open your mouth, Bella. Let me see you suck that cock in.” Ned watched intently as Justin began to thrust into her mouth, shallowly at first, then driving deeper. She fought against the urge to gag when the mushroom-shaped head brushed her throat.

Ned’s fingers tightened on her thighs. “Relax. Let him go deeper.”

She struggled while Justin patiently continued to tempt her past what she thought she could handle.

Then, suddenly, she did it. Opened her throat and swallowed Justin deep.

“Fuck.” Justin’s fingers tightened in her hair, her scalp prickling as he used it to pull her closer. “So good, Bells. God. Perfect.”

Justin found his pace, directing her as he fucked her mouth. She’d only adjusted to his motions when Ned’s hands wrapped around her waist, lifting her off his cock slightly.

After several awkward attempts, they found their rhythm as Bella bounced on Ned’s dick while Justin thrust into her mouth.

Too many sensations raked over her as she was inundated by pleasure laced with slight twinges of pain. Ned stretched her pussy deliciously as Justin tugged her hair. The dual sensations sent shards of electricity straight to all her erogenous zones. They were taking over her body, making demands she had no choice but surrender to.

After a lifetime of mediocre, so-so, meaningless affairs, Bella felt adored, cherished.

Powerful.

Justin’s and Ned’s actions told her they needed her every bit as much as she needed them. It was an intoxicating realization.