Out of the Storm (6 page)

Regina Turner had been one of the first people they’d hired for the club. She was barely five feet tall and he seriously doubted that she’d weigh ninety pounds soaking wet.  She had an elfin quality that made her beautiful face look almost ethereal until her mischievous grin surfaced and then she had always reminded him of Jax McDonald’s ornery younger sister.  Regi might look like she belonged on a college campus, but she was wise beyond her years, organized, loyal, honest, and completely fearless. She was a submissive but there weren’t many Doms strong enough to handle her so she didn’t get to play as much as she probably wanted to.  One of their goals was to find the perfect Dom for Regi, and as her self-appointed protectors, they planned to be very particular.

Even though the three of them had shared beer and pizza while watching football more than once, there had never been any sexual spark between the trio.  Regi trusted them to screen Doms for her, but they all three knew they didn’t personally have the right chemistry to play together so they’d never crossed that line. But the woman had killer taste in club wear and Kent could hardly wait to see what she sent up for Tobi.

The original design of the club had allowed space for a few venders to display and sell their wares so members would be able to keep abreast of the newest trends in all things kinky.  It had worked out so well, they had recently begun discussing adding on in order to accommodate the rapidly expanding demand for more offerings.

“Jesus, I shudder to think what she’ll send up. Hell, we might sooner get her down there stark naked than in something Regi picks out.” Kyle’s harsh words were negated by his chuckle and the shaking of his head. But his expression sobered and then he looked at Kent with all sincerity, “Do not fuck this up, Kent. This woman is special. There is something about her that calls to me, and the fact mom’s involved is significant.”

“Agree on all counts. Now, let’s bring up tonight’s scene schedule and decide what we’re going to let her see. I want a variety, but nothing too severe.” Kent knew Tobi would be totally unprepared for some of the things that were regular events on a weekend so they would have to watch her carefully. “I also asked Regi to send up a pair of red cuffs and a pretty choker. I don’t want there to be any question about the fact she is not available for play.” The red cuffs would be a signal to every Dom in the club that Tobi wasn’t available and the chain necklace would just reinforce the message that she was already taken.

Kent had never liked the wide dog collars that some Doms favored because he had yet to see a woman that looked good wearing one and the humiliation associated with them wasn’t a message they wanted their sub to feel. A woman’s submission was a precious gift and he couldn’t see a dog collar as a very appropriate way to show someone how cherished they were.  He and Kyle had always loved the idea of their sub wearing a piece of jewelry that they all knew signified how important she was and that she belonged to them. Kent was the more design conscious of the two of them and he was already letting designs begin to take shape in his mind. A collar for Tobi would have to be dainty and something she could wear every day. He and Kyle would want it to be something she would be proud of and consider a gift rather than an anchor.

Kyle pushed away from the counter and tossed his empty bottle in the recycling bin, “I’m hitting the shower before checking the schedule. I’ll use the shower in the master suite, I don’t want Tobi to wake up and feel alone in a strange place. I’m also sending a large bouquet of flowers to mom.” Kent laughed because he didn’t need to ask why. They were both very close to all three of their parents, but they both loved their mom and respected her opinion. He finished off his own beer just as he received a text from Regi, so he sent the elevator down. When she said she’d loaded everything he called the car back up and waited to see what the little she-devil had put together.

Chapter Six

Tobi stretched and thought for sure she had fallen asleep on the softest cotton covered cloud in heaven. She hadn’t even opened her eyes yet, preferring instead to just enjoy the feeling of the sheets skimming over her bare skin.
Bare? As in naked? Holy shit Sherlock, why am I…oh my God, what have I done?
Tobi was frantically searching her mind for some sort of rational explanation as to why she had allowed herself to get in this predicament, but nothing in her current arsenal of excuses was even coming close to covering the colossal mistake she’d made.

Sitting up clutching the sheet to her bare breasts that were still wonderfully sensitive from Kyle’s earlier attention, she looked around the room in a frantic search for her discarded clothing. She leaned over to peer at the floor despite the fact she knew Kyle and Kent had actually stripped her in the bathroom. She hadn’t heard the bathroom door open…actually she hadn’t even considered where either of the West men might be until she heard Kyle’s voice behind her. “Now there’s a beautiful view. Damn, kitten, your ass is fucking perfect.” When she jerked around, plopping her ass back on to the mattress, her quick movements sent a riot of blonde waves in all directions. Someday she was really going to have to get a handle on her unruly hair, but that wasn’t going to happen today so she let the thought slide right back out of her mind.

“Oh, um…hi, I was just looking for my clothes. Have you seen them?” Kyle just stood over her watching her intently as he was studying everything about her for so long she was beginning to wonder if he was even going to respond. She was starting to question what she should do when he cocked his head to one side and smiled.

“Second thoughts, kitten? Do you always wake up with your thoughts all scattered about or is this an orgasm induced condition?” She didn’t see anything but sincerity in his face, but there was definitely amusement dancing in the depths of his dark eyes.  He was so good looking that she couldn’t help but look at the contours of his face and wonder how God had managed to make two perfect looking men.  And then she wondered what He was thinking by dangling them in front of her like a prize she could never really win. 

“Well, I….damn it to Denmark, no matter how I answer those questions I’m gonna be in trouble so maybe I should just plead the fifth and call it a day.” She hadn’t meant to be flip and she had learned a long time ago that it was a rare person who really appreciated her humor so she really should have given her response more thought. She quickly dropped her gaze to her lap and watched her fingers pinching and twisting the sheet as if her hand belonged to someone else.

She hadn’t expected the chuckle she heard from him and when she slowly raised her eyes to him, she so was surprised to see not one but two intimidating men standing over her with towels casually wrapped around lean hips. When the little black dots clouding her view started dancing, she realized she was holding her breath but couldn’t seem to let it go. “Darlin’, I do believe you better take a breath.” She heard Kent’s voice, but her attention was on the matching six-packs directly in front of her. “
Now!
” The sharp tone of Kent’s command had her gasping in the oxygen her brain was desperately seeking and thankfully the black dots of death as she’d always called them dissipated into mist.  Ever since she’d been a kid she would catch herself holding her breath when she was particularly nervous and it was a habit she’d always hated.  She and her friend and neighbor had laughed when they had discovered they shared the bad habit.  Gracie was one of the best friends Tobi had ever had and they were so much alike it was almost scary sometimes. 

Tobi took a couple of gulping breaths of air and when her head finally cleared enough to speak she looked up into the now stern looks on Kyle and Kent’s faces. “Sorry, I guess I sort of panicked there for a minute.”

“Kitten, if that was panic in your eyes, I’m worried about what your real sexual hunger might look like. Don’t lie to us—ever. Now, I’m going to give you one chance to amend that statement so don’t blow it.” She was pretty sure he’d used that expression on purpose and her face heated to near scorching at the image that flashed through her mind.

“Well, I really was panicking and it happens sometimes when I first wake up.” Even though what she’d said was true, she didn’t have any intention of explaining it. “And then I remembered where I was…and what I’ve done and I,” she felt the first tear race down her cheek, “and I can’t even imagine what you must think of me. Can you please tell me where my clothes are?”

Kyle sat down on one side of her and pulled her onto his lap. “Kitten, I don’t know what you are thinking, but I can assure you that you haven’t been asleep long enough for all the adrenaline to have moved out of your system.” She didn’t know exactly what that meant and he must have noticed because his smile was filled with such compassion and understanding that she felt her heart clinch. “You are reacting in fear because of the hormones that are battling for supremacy in your system. And kitten, we’re not going to let you make a decision based on fear.” He pulled her close and kissed the tip of her nose before setting her on her feet. “Now, let’s get you up. We’ll   let you primp a bit before we show you what our wild and wacky receptionist sent up for you to wear. By the way, you are going to love Regi, just try not to let her lead you into too much mischief, okay?”

Feeling much more settled, Tobi found herself looking over at Kent and wondering if Kyle’s words applied to him as well. Kent’s sexy smile helped settle her nerves and she turned to walk to the bathroom when his hand wrapped around her upper arm. His grip wasn’t angry, but it was unyielding. “Sweetness, I saw the questions in your eyes and I want you to know that unless you are told otherwise, we will expect you to ask each of those questions respectfully. Don’t assume you know the answers to what we are thinking. If you wonder, then ask.” He didn’t release her, but just continued to watch and wait.

Tobi barely resisted the urge to fidget and raised her eyes to his.  “Well, I was just wondering if Kyle’s words were…well, if he was speaking for you as well. I don’t like feeling needy, but I really wondered, you know?” She had started out looking into his eyes but had let her gaze drift down because she didn’t want to see the disappointment she was sure was there.

When he forced her face back up she saw his smile. “Now, that wasn’t really all that painful, was it? And yes, Kyle also was speaking for me. Unless we correct the other one, you will always know that we’re on the same page, got it?” The kiss he gave her made her knees weak and when he finally released her, she wasn’t sure she was going to be able to walk unassisted into the bathroom. Before she turned from him he smiled, “Drop the sheet, sweetness. We want to see what is ours for the weekend.” Even though she had been ready to leave just a few minutes ago, an odd sadness moved through her at the idea they only wanted her for two more days. But deciding this was likely the only chance she’d ever get to visit The Prairie Winds Club, she knew she had to suck it up and enjoy the time she had with them.

Letting the sheet slide softly down her body and puddle at the floor, Tobi stepped over it and started for the bathroom. She heard both men growl and she fought her own smile, because just knowing that she had been able to elicit that response from the two men behind her was immensely satisfying. They made her wet just by speaking to her and a little bit of turn-about was fair play after all.

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“Jesus. She has absolutely no fucking clue how gorgeous she is. It’s the damnedest thing I’ve ever seen and it’s positively electrifying.” Kent had meant every word he’d said after the door closed behind Tobi. Closing them out was something they would never allow her to do if she really was their submissive, but since she wasn’t really theirs—yet, there wasn’t much he could do about it. Turning back to his brother it wasn’t difficult to see the hunger in his eyes as he continued staring after Tobi. “Come on, you need to see what Regi sent up.”

He had been thrilled when he’d seen the dress their friend had sent up for Tobi. The deep emerald color of the fabric had golden flecks in it that would set off her pale hair and green eyes as well as catch the lights. The halter dress was barely going to cover her generous breasts and it looked like the back was going to dip all the way to the top of her ass.  And he loved placing his hand atop that particular erogenous zone, particularly when it was bare. The dress was also likely much shorter than what Tobi ordinarily wore so she would protest and that would give them the perfect excuse to use the small matching butt-plug Regi had included.
He made a mental note to send Regi a basket of all those imported chocolates she loved so much.
The dainty golden choker had small stones that would look perfect with the flowing dress along with the long dangling chain that would fall clear to the middle of Tobi’s bare back. The gold was highly reflective and the piece was going to look spectacular against her perfect skin.

After he’d shown Kyle the bounty he’d laughed as his brother whispered, “Fuck, we aren’t paying that woman nearly enough. Christ, this stuff is beyond perfect.” Kent couldn’t have agreed more.

“Let’s get dressed so we can dress her. I have to tell you, I’m really looking forward to the hissy I know she is going to throw about how short this dress is. That plug is the perfect
funishment
for what we already know is coming. Hell, I’m not too sure that Regi isn’t a closet dommé.” They quickly parted and went to their own smaller bedrooms. When they had designed to penthouse apartment atop the club, they had agreed that the master suite would be reserved for a time when they found a woman that they wanted to share. It struck Kent as ironic that by unspoken agreement they’d settled Tobi in that suite rather than taking her to one of their bedrooms like they had with the other women they’d played with.  Granted they had only invited two women into their personal space since they’d moved in, but he still hadn’t missed the significance of their actions. Several minutes later they met back in the office and were checking the club’s scene schedule when Tobi’s soft knock sounded on the doorframe.