Get Off Easy (Noble House, #1) (16 page)

Leave it to Boyce to see right through her. “A bit.”

“Do you want to see the setup before you dismiss us for the night?”

“That obvious I’m ready to bolt, huh?”

“A bit,” he repeated. “You wear it well, at least.” He closed his hand around the back of her neck, then moved up to fist her hair. He tugged, gently at first, then used more pressure to angle her face toward his. “You wear a lot of things well. Like this corset. But you wear naked well, too. Saint’s setup tonight is going to show all that gorgeous skin.”

“To the world?” She swallowed as a thousand different scenarios played in her head. Was this something she could go through with? The slim possibility Boyce would join them existed, and that was enough for Grae to continue to consider what lay beyond those doors. She’d be exposed in there with nothing between her, the people in the room, and the members who’d logged in for the night.

“That’s entirely up to you. If you walk through those doors, if you join us, there won’t be any filters. Any privacy.”

The heat of his words caressed her skin.

Even as trepidation slid through her stomach, tripped her heart rate, the sensual threat of arousal started doing delicious things low in her gut. As though the fear enhanced her desires. A slow throb sparked when Boyce tightened his hand, drawing her mouth to his.

She prayed Boyce never stopped kissing her even as he put her out of her aching, frustrated misery. He feathered his tongue against hers, teasing with the strength she knew he was keeping contained. The control and power he’d displayed during their scene a week ago. If she walked through the doors, Boyce would keep his distance, and Saint would be in control.

All those factors and still, she wanted to enter Court anyway. Because the remotest possibility existed that
this
time would be different. And, even as she tried to talk herself out of it, that small speck of risk was enough. She’d uprooted her life to make a change. Chickening out now would be foolish.

“Yes.”

When Boyce pulled her to stand, she followed. Arousal was flowing through her, sparking the heaviness taking up residence between her legs. Slow throbs vibrated through her, a delicious agony she wanted to expand and flourish.

What was it about these men that made her want to do anything they wished?

Even push the boundaries of her comfort level.

The lights were dim in Court, the noise level louder than the lounge but certainly more potent. Sexy. Even...visceral. The room was foreign even though she’d seen it plenty of times since she joined. But this was the first time she’d been able to take in the room as a whole.

It was massive.

Far larger than she ever expected.

“Welcome to Court.”

Her gaze swept the room, noting the nuances she hadn’t seen on her computer screen. The floor was stone, just concrete that had been treated with a protective coating. That made sense considering what went on in there. Much easier to clean than plush carpeting. And it was easy enough to accommodate a kneeling submissive with a pillow.

Scene areas were signified by wood flooring or lush squares of colorful Persian rugs. Far more forgiving on the body. Most of the stone supports for the floor above were camouflaged behind ornate tapestries covered with the club’s herald. The few left bare had eyebolts embedded in them as anchor points to bind a submissive.

Boyce steered her toward a corner filled with audiovisual equipment. Since it was a complete contradiction to the opulent decorations, she thought this was some kind of control booth for the room. As they drew closer, she realized there were flat screen monitors arranged so they were all faced outward. Odd. Someone keeping an eye on the room wouldn’t have the screen angled away from them. A wide weight bench sat in the center, a velvet bag perched on the end.

Saint’s toy bag.

Just as she recognized it, the owner of the bag stepped out of the shadows. He clutched a few power cords in one hand, a small wrench in the other. As she looked him over, her mouth began to water.

Saint wore full leathers tonight, though he’d bypassed a shirt under his vest to reveal the broad, muscled expanse of his chest and arms. The chiseled line of his well-defined pecs. He’d worn his shirt the entire time during their last scene. And those blasted suspenders she hadn’t stopped thinking about. Even wondering how they’d looked wrapped around her wrists while he fucked her from behind. Yeah, she’d seen him bare chested enough, but this...with the heady scent of sex and dominance saturating the air? The anticipation of what was to come?

Whole new ball game.

Saint set everything down before he came to the edge of the raised area. She took the hand he offered, liking how her hand all but disappeared in his grip.

Boyce gave her comfort. Saint gave her safety.

“This is very nice. Elaborate, but nice.”

“Boyce is far more into the roleplay than I am. I don’t always need the show.”

She giggled softly as she pointed to the very obvious erection pushing against Saint’s pants. “I think your pants say otherwise.”

He glanced down to see the rigid bulge she was admiring. As he lifted his head, he flashed a cunning smile. “I didn’t say I didn’t enjoy it. Just that I don’t
need
it. But tonight’s show is mine. I have more...rough edges than Boyce.”

The thought that Saint would be the one in charge tonight thrilled her. “So I’ve seen.”

“Not yet you haven’t,” Boyce whispered in her ear. As he came around in front of her, he winked, and mounted the stage. That bit of familiarity, that touch of humor, settled some of her nerves. She trusted the men, though the dark timbre of Saint’s words caused her to feel some trepidation. Maybe because she had no idea what he had planned. The equipment surrounding them could mean anything. While she trusted him, she’d known with Boyce controlling the scene, some of the darker aspects of BDSM play would stay tucked away in the shadows.

With Saint in charge, she had no idea what to expect.

Another thing that caused her to want this—
them
—even more.

She needed both facets.

The dark.

The light.

Fear coiled through her at the thought. She shouldn’t want that kind of...thing. That type of relationship. Two men loving her. Caring for her. Letting her care for them. Loving them in return. Yet, there she stood, her body all but vibrating.

Every time she thought she’d convinced herself she needed to pull away from this type of life, the desires swirling through her soul—marking it—she found she’d dug herself right back into the rabbit hole. She wanted them. Needed them.

The desire to kneel before them made her realize just how twisted she was.

How dirty.

How wicked.

“You’re getting caught up in your head again, angel.” Boyce pressed his lips to her shoulder, erasing her toxic thoughts. “Saint went to a lot of work to set this up.”

“I know.” Her body heated at the thought even as she tried to balance how scared she was at how easily she wanted to fully, and totally, submit to these men. She’d pushed those fears aside before. Many times. She’d do it again. As many times as necessary until she finally, finally, convinced herself she could settle for less than a permanent relationship. And be content with just being play buddies. “Very complicated setup.”

Saint’s prep work showed a keen eye for exacting detail. He reveled in the artistry that came along with fucking machines and anything mechanical or required his technical touch. Boyce’s preferences remained simple, uncomplicated. Like the office scene. A handcuff or two and Boyce had enough to carry him through to completion.

Saint liked the gadgets and gizmos.

The two men complemented each other well. Very well.

A soft kiss on the back of her hand drew her focus back to Saint. “You’re not truly surprised, are you? Watching online at home? Bet you’ve seen quite a few of my setups.”

The fucking machines. The predicament and device bondage. He’d even led a scene with three submissives he’d submersed in a pool up to their necks. One of those subs had been Boyce. The other two, women. Saint had gotten each of them off with several orgasms. Yet, he’d never found completion for himself. Later, during a special post-interview about the exceptional scene, Saint had said the pleasure for him had come in the act of getting each sub off.

Talk about a master of control.

“Always admired your ingenuity.”

He arched an eyebrow. “And now you’ll finally get to experience my creativity firsthand.”

Grae swallowed the lump in her throat as Saint stepped clear and allowed her to see the entire rig. The complex set up appeared better suited for a movie set. A massive flat screen television had been mounted above an inclined bench. Lifting her gaze, she saw the professional grade video camera positioned at an angle overhead. Sturdy woven straps connected to carabineers that had been bolted at various points on the floor. Four heavy duty leather cuffs had been set at the foot of the bench and were attached to chains, innocently waiting for a submissive.

Waiting for her.

At least she hoped so.

She could have been wrong. Could have mistaken the signs. The signals. This set up could be designated for Boyce, and they intended for her to sit on the sidelines and watch. Wasn’t as though she hadn’t expressed an interest for playing voyeur. No limit list needed to figure that particular fetish out. Not when it came to these two men.

But one thing D/s play had taught her was to be careful with her assumptions.

“Is all this for me?”

“For us. Because aren’t you worth the effort?”

Saint took his Domination very seriously, but
wow
. Now she understood his comment about rough edges. “I’m impressed.”

“Being impressed is one thing. Does it excite you?” Saint pushed closer, spreading his wide hands against her waist, and pulling her back against him. “Given your profession, how fascinated you were with the museum trip, technology seems to excite you just as much as it does me.”

“Yes. Very much so.” That was one of the reasons she’d been drawn to the virtual membership option Noble House offered. An easy way to indulge more than a few of her fetishes.

Perhaps too easy.

She shook off the thought. “How in the world did you come up with a spread like this?”

“I’ve learned there is no reason not to make my talents work for me.” He leaned closer, putting his mouth against the shell of her ear. His hot breath blew against her cheek and neck, trailing over her skin to ignite a smoldering heat in her core. “I intend to coax that shyness out of you, angel. Maybe not all at once. But I’m willing to invest the time and effort into seeing you truly happy.”

She detected a note of something to his tone. As though there was an undercurrent of more in his meaning. A determined edge that caused a small thrill to race through her. But she couldn’t get a fix on if Saint meant in life or during the scene. Silly, really, when she thought about it. They were at the club. Right in the middle of all the action she’d been watching for years on her computer.

A firm caress against her chin brought her back into the moment. Getting back into the habit of focusing on the scene was proving difficult. Saint had captured her jaw and was grasping it firmly, his gaze boring into hers. “There you go thinking again. Falling into your own head. It’s going to get you into trouble one day.” He leaned closer until his mouth nearly touched hers. “Trouble that you may not be ready for.”

Boyce caressed her lower back, tugging on the strings of her corset before he stepped against her. His breath blew hot against her other ear. “Isn’t that the best kind?”

The men held her between them.

Caught between them this way was certainly the kind of trouble she wanted.

The statement sat on the tip of her tongue, but Saint moved away before she could unleash it. She thought she caught the faint traces of an amusing smile before he turned, but she wasn’t sure.

So many unknowns with these two.

Exciting.

Dangerous.

They would take her down the path of the unknown. A path she longed to voyage down in order to turn her fantasy to reality. But she knew happily ever after wasn’t in her future. She’d accepted that fate a long, long time ago.

Boyce continued to play with the lacing of her corset, unknotting and loosening the ties. He nipped at her neck and shoulder, biting softly as he released her from the tight restriction. With his arm around her waist, he held the fabric in place with his arm as he dropped the ties to the side. With his free hand, he reached under the sweetheart neckline and cupped one of her breasts.

The heat of his hand nearly scorched her skin.

She sighed, relaxing her weight against his body as he held onto her.

Something brushed her ankle, a heaviness encircling her skin as Saint fit one of the thick leather cuffs. As Boyce continued to play with her, drown her with sensation, her body became more attuned to the men. So much so, she swore she could actually hear the leather moving through the metal buckles as Saint worked. With each slow drag of leather against metal she was pulled under, happily drowning in them.

“Yes, that’s it, Grae,” Boyce whispered softly to her. “I can feel you surrendering to Saint. Feel you accepting his role as the head Dom of the scene even though I’m the one holding you so intimately. Cherishing you. Teasing you. Tormenting you. Playing with your very hard, very lickable nipple.” He pinched, softly at first then with more pressure until her body grew hotter and wetter.

Her head swam. Boyce’s husky voice filtered through the cottony haze as he described each thing he did to her. What they were going to do to her. The noise anchored her so she wouldn’t get lost.

“I’m going to strip you down, prepare you for Saint, angel. And when I take this lovely corset away, I’m going to kiss you breathless. Make sure you rely on me to take a breath, share a breath, with me. Think you can do that for me?” Her head felt heavy as she nodded. “Good.”

As Boyce continued to free her, Saint pressed a soft kiss against her abdomen as he stood and took each of her wrists to place more cuffs there. These restraints were more substantial, wider, than the ones around her ankles. As least that was how they felt to her. As though the leather surrounded her skin from wrist to elbow. Again, she listened as metal slid against leather over and over, and let it draw her down further.