Seduced By My Doms BN (23 page)

“Next time, use your safe word so they won’t keep you tied
up as long,” Nick taunted with an even bigger grin.

“You two are slackers,” Dylan jabbed at Ian and James. “We
didn’t come up for air for a month when we brought Sanna back.”

Ian spouted a couple of smart-assed comebacks, but my focus
wasn’t on his words; it was on the possessive way their hands splayed over the
slope of my spine.

“Don’t let them scare you, Liz. They bark a lot, but I have
to beg before they’ll bite,” Savannah giggled with an empathetic wink. “It’s
good to see you again.”

“You too.” I nodded, trying desperately to relax.

As I sat across from the other trio, a perky waitress
scurried in to take our order. I hadn’t even had a chance to open my menu
before Ian plucked it off my plate and stacked it beneath his.

“Three iced teas, please. We’ll each have the lasagna,
creamy Italian dressing on our salads, and an order of Scotty’s famous cheese
bread.”

Ian rattled off the order as the waitress jotted it down.
With a nod, she turned and hurried out of the room. Anger spiked, and I shot
Ian a look of daggers.

“Problem?” he asked. A hint of humor laced his word.

“Maybe I don’t
like
lasagna.” Leaning close, I
challenged him in a whisper. “You didn’t even give me a chance to look at the
menu.”

When he didn’t answer, I peered up at him. I didn’t need my
Master’s degree to grasp the fact that I’d screwed up. The decidedly annoyed
expression lining Ian’s face said it all.

“Think of this as your first lesson in submission, little
one,” he replied in a low tone.

I felt James’ breath on the back of my neck before the heat
of his body enveloped my shoulders.

“We know you’re quite capable of ordering your own food. But
handing your power over to us can be achieved in numerous ways, Liz,” James
murmured.

“It takes a little getting used to, being pampered the way
they do.” Savannah sent me an understanding smile. “
Doms
are just wired that way. I’d better not think of even touching a door handle
anymore.”

“You know what will happen if you do,” Dylan chuckled with
an evil grin.

Nick simply sent his girl a look of pride as he brushed his
fingers down Savannah’s cheek.

Give up your control. Give up your control.

Forcing the mantra to spool through my head, I sent James
and Ian a weak smile. “I understand, Sirs. I apologize.”

“You’re doing fine, gorgeous,” James assured with a soft
smile.

Conversation soon swept the awkward moment away. And it
didn’t take long before I found myself wrapped up in their stories as they
talked about everything from Trevor and Drake to how the other trio had met.
Theirs was a true love story. I couldn’t miss the glow of Savannah’s face as
she recounted how Dylan and Nick had tracked her down in Kansas City, and had
all but kidnapped her back to Chicago.

“And you let them? I mean you had a life in Kansas City…a
job. You just up and let them take it all away from you?” I blurted,
immediately embarrassed for my attacking tone.

“Well, in all honestly, I really didn’t have a life until I
met my Masters I was just existing.”

Darting a shy glance toward James, I totally related with
Savannah.

“Pouring myself into my work was a way to escape some
personal issues I didn’t want to deal with,” she quietly explained. A soft
smile spread over her lips as she looked at both Dylan and Nick before she
continued. “Long story short, a couple of big bad
Doms
took it upon themselves to have a chat with my former boss. During our annual
winter break, he closed the company down and retired.”

They coerced her boss to the point that Savannah lost
her job? Fuck that!

I felt my mouth fall open. It would be a cold day in hell
before I gave that much control of my life to
anyone
. Civil words
escaped me. Jumping to my feet, my chair scraped the tile floor, startling
everyone at the table.

“Sorry. I need to use the ladies’ room.”

Racing out the door, I stopped and asked the beefy bartender
for directions to the restroom. He smiled and pointed to the hallway at my
left. Running like a frightened child, I pushed through the bathroom door and
plopped down on a red velvet chaise.

Inwardly scolding myself for thinking I could try on
something as complex and unsettling as submission, I jumped back up and started
pacing.

“It’s not a damn dress from Nordstrom, for fuck’s sake,” I
mumbled aloud. “How did I let this get so far out of hand? All I wanted was
some mind-blowing sex…maybe let them tie me up once or twice then go on about
my merry way. If they expect me to give up my life, my job, my friends, they’re
out of their fucking minds. No way. I can’t do this. I can’t. I won’t let them
turn me into some spineless fucking robot.

“I should have left my stupid ménage dreams exactly where
they belonged…in my fantasies. But then I wouldn’t have felt them pressing me
between them, earlier in the kitchen. And here I am, freaking out in a goddamn
bathroom instead of talking out my fears with them like I promised I would.
Fuck!”

My stomach knotted and my heart raced. Landing back on the
chaise with my head in my hands, the bathroom door opened slowly. Savannah
poked her head around the corner, wearing a soft sympathetic smile. Sitting
down next to me, she wrapped an arm around my shoulder.

“If you need to leave, there’s a back door that leads to the
alley. I can show you if you’d like.”

I gaped at her and blinked in surprise. Of all the things I
imagined her to say, that wasn’t even on the list.

“Is that what I should do? Leave?” My voice trembled in fear
and indecision.

A slight frown formed on her pretty lips. “I can’t tell you
what to do, Liz. It’s your life… your choices. I made my decision, and it was
the best thing for me. But what I chose might not be what’s best for you. No
one can decide what makes you happy, except you.”

“But they forced your boss to close his company…forced you
to quit your job, for crying out loud.”

“No they didn’t,” Savannah gasped. “Oh my god, is that what
you thought?”

“But you said—”

“No. No.” She shook her head. “I need to back up. Myron, my
former boss, he was like a grandfather to me. The only family I have is my
sister, but she was living in Phoenix at the time. Nick and Dylan called Myron
to explain our unique relationship, and to ask for his blessing. What I found
out later was that Myron had wanted to close the business and retire long
before Masters ever talked to him. But once Myron knew I’d be taken care of, he
followed his own dreams. Of course at the time, I’d felt like the rug had been
ripped out from under me, but Dylan and Nick assured me that if I wanted to
work, they’d help me find a job in Chicago.”

“Did they?”

“No. I decided I wanted to stay home and take care of them,
like they take care of me. But if I need something more in my life, they’ll do
everything in their power to give it to me. They’ll never stand in my way.” A
wide grin spread over her pretty face. “I never thought I’d enjoyed being a
domestic goddess, but I have to confess… I love it. We take care of each other.
We make one another happy, it’s the most amazing love I’ve ever had in my
life.”

“So they didn’t force you to…”

“Never. I wouldn’t be with them if they had,” Savannah
stated adamantly. “Oh, Liz. Ian and James don’t want to take from you. They
don’t want your independence, your friends, or your job.”

All the things I had feared they would.

“They want to give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of,
including a part of yourself you might not know is inside you.”

“Oh, god. I feel like an idiot,” I moaned.

“Don’t. Submission is new to you, right?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t be surprised if you’re overwhelmed and scared a lot
in the beginning. God knows I was. But talk to them. Communicate what you’re
feeling, and what you’re thinking. There’s not a Dom out there who can read
your mind, although mine act like they can from time to time.” She giggled.
“Seriously, if this is something you want, let Ian and James teach you. They’ll
help you understand all these weird and wonderful emotions that are flying
through you. They’re both good men. Loving, kind, and considerate. Not to
mention very well respected.”

Savannah’s frank assessment of their character impressed me.

“Look, I’m not trying to sway you one way or the other. But
if they were a couple of players, I would have marched you straight to the
alley and told you to run.”

“Thank you.” Because of Savannah, I could finally inhale a
deep breath. “I appreciate you coming to talk. There are times I feel like I’m
losing my grip on reality. I am so out of my element. But then I look at them
and…” I let out a nervous laugh. “Once I manage to shove my fears down, I feel
like floating in the clouds. God, I think I might be crazy.”

Savannah giggled. “You’re not crazy, Liz. You’re one-hundred
percent normal. I’ve been where you’re at right now. Every submissive has. If
it’s any consolation, you’re not on the clock. There’s no set amount of time
you have to sort this all out by.”

“Thank god,” I groaned.

“Dipping your toes into the lifestyle can be scary. Ian and
James will let you stay in the wading pool as long as you need to. Best of all,
you can step out anytime you want. They can’t and won’t force you to sink or
swim. I’ll let you in on a little secret.” Darting a clandestine glance at the
door, she leaned in close. “The subs have all the power, we just let the
Doms
think
they do. That’s what makes it so
amazing.”

Savannah was a sweet and loving woman. A twinge of guilt
pierced my heart for thinking her slutty when I’d met her at the hospital. I
didn’t have to be a geneticist to realize that I’d inherited more than a few
strands of Sally Johansson’s narrow-minded DNA. A shiver of revulsion zipped up
my spine. Pushing all the negativity aside, I inhaled a deep breath.

There were so many questions I wanted to ask Savannah, I
didn’t know where to start. As if sensing my dilemma, she sobered and gave a
resolute nod.

“Spill it. What do you want to know?”

“God, am I that transparent?” I frowned.

“Nope. I’ve walked miles in your shoes is all.” She smiled.

“How does it work? I mean…not the sex part, I know how that
works…well, not personally, yet.”

“Which, for the records, is beyond amazing.” She swooned
with a cheeky grin.

“I can only imagine.” Fantasies filled my mind, but I
quickly shook them away. “What about going out in public? Don’t people stare
when you’re with two men?”

“Unfortunately, sometimes they do. I used to be
ubër
sensitive about what others thought of me with two
men. My Masters have a hard time keeping their hands to themselves, so people
stare or give us condescending looks. Some are even brazen enough to make rude
remarks. But I quickly decided I wasn’t going to let anyone make me feel cheap
or dirty.”

Savannah was a little spitfire. I found her personality
uplifting. The conviction in her voice eradicated a lot of my worries.

“We come here, to Maurizio’s a lot, mostly because our
friends are here. But once in a while Masters decide to take me other places.
They like to push me out of my comfort zone, to flex their big bad Dom muscles,
but you did
not
hear me say that,” Savannah laughed.

“I heard nothing,” I replied with a smirk.

“Of course it makes me hot as hell when they do, so I’m not
complaining. I usually end up getting so turned on by their kisses and touches,
I forget I’m surrounded by vanillas.” She raised her chin defiantly. “It took a
little time, but now I honestly don’t care what people think. It’s our
lives—our happiness. No one has the right to judge our relationship, my
Masters, or me. I don’t live my life to make anyone happy except my Masters. If
the rest of the world doesn’t like that… well, they can just kiss my ass.”

I threw back my head and laughed. “I like you, Savannah.”

“I like you too, Liz,” she beamed, then hugged me tight.
“Let’s exchange numbers, that way if you need to talk or have questions you can
give me a shout.”

“I’d like that, a lot.”

“We should probably head back before they come in here and
haul us out.”

“But it’s the ladies’ room.”

“Like that would stop them?” I blanched and Savannah
laughed. “Come on. I’ll tell you about the night our
Doms
found
Leagh
, Trevor and me drunk as skunks on this
very chaise.”

As we entered the private dining room, both Savannah and I
were laughing about three drunken subs and four very unamused
Doms
. Looking up, I saw the worried expressions lining both
Ian’s and James’ faces, and I instantly sobered.

“All better now?” Ian asked. Eyeing me harshly, his Dominant
appraisal raked my flesh.

“Yes. I am. Thank you, Sir,” I replied, demurely.

“Thank you, Savannah. It looks like you worked a bit of
magic on our girl,” James acknowledged.

Our girl
. Strange, the sound of that didn’t fill me
with panic. Savannah had worked more than magic; she’d performed a miracle.

“You’re welcome, Sir.” Savannah beamed.

“She certainly has,” Ian added. Standing, he pointed to my
empty chair. “Sit. Eat your salad. And don’t ever think of running away from us
again when something is bothering you. Is that clear?”

My face flushed in embarrassment as Ian dressed me down in
front of everyone in the room.

“Yes, Sir,” I shyly mumbled.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed around us, Liz,” Nick
offered with a sympathetic smile.

“You’re on a path that’s unfamiliar to you, but we’re well
acquainted with the uneven road and all the pitfalls in your path,” Dylan added
with a wink.

“Stop trying to drive the bus, Liz,” James admonished. “Sit
back and relax. Ask all the questions you can think of, but let us lead you
where you need to go. All right?”

Did he have any idea how damn erotic his buttery command
sounded? Of course he did, and he knew the exact effect it would have on me, as
well.

“Yes, Sir.”

Ian held my chair as I sat and scooted toward the table.
Piercing the lettuce with my fork, I dove into my salad, keeping my head down
until the heat drained from my face.

“You’re doing fine, girl. Stop analyzing everything. Follow
that inner voice that longs to submit and please,” Ian whispered. A wave of
hunger blossomed everywhere except my belly.

I paid close attention to the trio across the table as we
ate and talked, Dylan and Nick’s personalities were far more divergent than
Ian’s and James’. I also noticed that Savannah didn’t favor one over the other.
She rendered equal affection to her Masters with an unorthodox freedom that I
envied. It was plain to see the three of them were very much in love, and their
individual traits complemented each other, as a whole.

Through conversation, I discovered that Mellie was
Savannah’s sister. I wondered what the older Miss Carson thought of Savannah’s
love triangle. I wondered what
Dayne
would think of
my decision to give this kind of alternative lifestyle a try. I bit back a
smile. He would have given me a high five and asked why it had taken me so long
to break out of my shell. Damn I missed him.

We spend a long time discussing Trevor, and in particular
Drake’s longing for revenge. I didn’t say anything about overhearing his
conversation on the phone, but from the comments James made, I knew he was the
person Drake had talked to back at the hospital.

The conversation slowly ebbed from retribution to a
hodge-podge of various topics. Taking a bite of the crispy cheese bread, I
heard Nick mention Councilman Cromwell’s name. Tensing, my heart skipped a
beat. James strummed his thumb over my shoulder, in silent reassurance. Still,
the bread in my throat seemed to expand. Reaching for my tea, I washed the
dough down and listened.

“Master Stephen…um, Joshua called earlier,” Nick said. “He
told me that Cromwell had invited him to cut the ribbon at the site for a new
arts center, slated to be built next spring.”

I wanted to ask Nick if he would mind asking Joshua to shove
the scissors through Cromwell’s heart after he cut the ribbon, but refrained. I
didn’t want them thinking I was buckets full of crazy all the time.

James gently squeezed my shoulder. I turned to see a sparkle
of arousal in his eyes as he dropped his napkin onto his plate. I tried not to
focus too keenly on what he and Ian had in store for me, but questions gnawed
like termites in my head.

“Stop fretting. We’re not going to put you on an altar and
sacrifice your BDSM virgin ass tonight,” James whispered in my ear.

I couldn’t help but laugh. James had a unique ability to
ease my worries. At least until the bill was paid and we’d climbed back into his
truck. He’d only driven a few short blocks before he pulled into a gravel
parking lot.

“We’re already at Genesis?” I asked on a trembling voice.

“Yes. Mika knows you’re coming, so we’re going to bring you
in through the back door,” Ian explained as he helped me down from the truck.

“There’ll be a crowd of members checking in through the
front. We figured it would be a little less intimidating for you this way,
sweetheart,” James added as he punched in a code before yanking open a wide,
metal door.

“Thank you.” I was amazed I could speak, since my heart
seemed to be lodged in my throat.

Standing at the portal, I couldn’t force my feet to move.
They seemed frozen in place. Ian and James bound their arms around my waist,
patiently waiting for me to take the first step. Sucking in a deep breath, I
managed to step over the threshold, only to jump when the heavy door slammed
shut behind me.

Standing at the end of a long corridor, dozens of closed
doors lined the walls.

“These are the private rooms,” Ian explained. “Come on, the
dungeon is right through here.”

Making out way toward a large open archway, we stepped into
the dungeon. I expected to hear screams, see blood, and feel a heavy weight of
authority in the air. Instead, I was met with laughter, and a sense of casual
calmness in the air. People gathered, talking and laughing, while others
mingled or stood in line at the long bar on my left.

A handful of
Doms
busily plucked
toys from various bags and cases, meticulously laying out their tools of
torture on freestanding tables situated near each piece of dungeon equipment.
Their subs stood or knelt on the ground at their feet, patiently waiting for
their Dominants’ commands. Ian and James steadied me with their strong arms as
I took in the sights around me. As I suspected, some faces looked familiar, but
there were twice as many new ones.

Sucking in a deep breath, I reminded myself that I wanted to
break free; change my life and experience everything James and Ian offered.
Yet, standing in the middle of a BDSM dungeon, I realized my comfort zone was a
couple of light years away.

The telltale tingles of panic numbed my toes as it worked
its way up my body, but before I let it send me to a distant planet, Mika stood
before me wearing a welcoming smile.

“It’s a pleasure to see you here, Liz,” he stated, brushing
a soft kiss over my cheek. Hovering close to my ear, he added, “You look like
you’ve seen a ghost. Relax, girl. You’re perfectly safe here, I guarantee it.”

Mika’s promise helped tamp down my whacked-out anxiety, and
as he pulled back I gave him a grateful smile.

“That a girl.” He winked, then turned his attention to
James. “What do you two have planned for this beautiful sub tonight?”

“We’ll probably grab a drink, watch a few sessions, then
head back to the privacy of my room. Then we’ll…” A wicked gleam danced over
James’ dark eyes and I shivered. “Slowly start her on the path.”

“Wonderful.” Mika beamed. “Good luck, Liz, though you won’t
need it. You’re in very capable hands.”

With a smile and a nod, Mika walked away. The hairs on the
back of my neck began to prickle. Scanning the members, I spied Kerr sitting
alone at a small round table near the front of the room. He watched me with a
sharp, evaluating stare. I couldn’t help but tense beneath his lecherous gaze,
Kerr stood and began walking toward us. The man
dweebed
me out on every level, and it took all the strength I had not to turn and run.

“James,” I whispered, unable to keep the fear from my voice.

“Son of a bitch,” Ian groused under his breath, then leveled
an intimidating glare on Kerr.

“What do you need?” James asked the man in an icy, terse
voice.

“Just wanted to say hi to the pretty lady.” He shrugged.
James and Ian held me in a possessive tight grip. “And wanted to volunteer if
you two boys might be looking for a third Dom to put this hot piece of ass
through her paces.”

“No,” I blurted out, shaking my head adamantly.

A loathsome smile crawled across his mouth. “You need to
learn your place, slut. I wasn’t talking to you,” Kerr scoffed.

Slut?
The way Kerr said the word left an oily film
on my skin.

I wanted to slap him for the insult, but before I could even
raise a hand James stepped in front of me and moved in on Kerr. He stood
toe-to-toe with the slimy bastard as Ian pushed me behind him protectively. I
peeked over his shoulder. My heart hammered in my chest fearing James and Kerr
were about to start throwing punches.

“You need to learn some etiquette,” James growled. “You’re
not welcome around me, or anyone I’m with. Do I make myself clear?”

“Jesus, who pissed in your Wheaties? Lighten up. I was only
offering. You don’t have to be a prick about it,” Kerr replied. Holding up his
hands in surrender, he backed away, but kept his gaze locked on me like a lion
stalking a gazelle.

James and Ian surrounded me like a fortress, pressing their
hard bodies against mine.

“He’s a fucking asshole, Liz. Don’t let him mess with your
head. Understood?” Ian whispered as he brushed his fingers through my hair.

“I don’t like him, but I’m not afraid of him,” I assured
him. “I’m not afraid of anyone here. Not with you two by my side.”

“I wish he would have taken a swing at me. Then Mika could
kick his player ass to the curb,” James fumed, then exhaled a heavy sigh.
“Would you like to sit and watch some of the scenes? I’ll grab us something to
drink.”

“Yes.” I nodded. “I’d like that very much. Could I have a
rum and Coke, please?”

Ian chuckled and James grinned. “Um, they don’t serve liquor
here, little one.”

“They don’t? But the bar… I thought… Okay. I’ll have cranberry
juice, please.”

“I’ll get them,” Ian offered. “Soda for you, James?”

“That’d be great. Thanks,” he replied. “We’ll find a table.”

Ian pressed a kiss to my lips. “I’ll be right back, little
one.”

James selected a spot toward the middle of the dungeon, close
to some of the crosses and benches, but far away from Kerr. As we sat down,
James jerked a nod to Dylan, Nick, and Savannah as they appeared from behind a
long, red velvet curtain. Dylan headed toward the bar while Nick and Savannah
joined us at the table. Soon the six of us were once again laughing and sharing
stories.

The sound of a whip cracking through air had me jerking in
its direction. A tall, thin older woman wearing a short, red dress lowered the
whip, then scraped her nails along the back of a man cuffed to a big cross.
James placed a finger to his lips, and the room stilled to a low buzz of
whispered conversations.

Sliding a hand to my nape, James held me still, then moved
his mouth to my ear. “That’s Lady Ivory and her submissive, Dark Desires. They
play hard. But don’t be alarmed. It’s consensual. Like Trevor, Dark enjoys the
pain his Mistress inflicts.”

I nodded. Though I didn’t have a clue what ‘playing hard’
meant, I was grateful James had warned me. Ivory flicked her wrist, landing the
end of the whip over her sub’s flesh. Savannah issued a wistful sigh. I assumed
she enjoyed pain as well.

Drawing the snake-like rope of leather high over her head,
Ivory jerked her wrist, the whip cracked with a loud snap. Both her submissive,
Dark, and I jolted in surprise. I imagined a blow to the flesh with that much
force would require stitches. With an inward shutter, I glanced at some of the
other sessions playing out along the wall’s perimeter. Ian pointed out a female
sub bent over a padded bench. Her Dom landed a thick bundled flogger with long,
leather strands over her back and ass cheeks in an even tempo.

Feeling the weight of sensory overload, I tried to absorb
the scenes being played out around the dungeon. Turning my attention back to
the cross, Dark Desire sported several angry, red welts over his back and buns.
Cringing, I wondered how the man could take such torture. Turning his head,
Dark’s eyes were closed, but his face reflected absolute serenity. I couldn’t
help but stare. Enthralled with his peaceful expression, I wanted to find a way
to bask in the same profound peace mirroring his face.

Sensing movement across the table, I turned from my musing
to see Nick’s and Dylan’s hands up Savannah’s skirt. Toying with her sex, they
kissed her lips, neck and cheeks as she rolled her hips against their busy
hands. With her head lolled back against Nick’s broad shoulder, both men
whispered in her ears, and I could only imagine the deviant suggestions rolling
off their tongues. Mesmerized by the wickedly hot scene taking place at our
table, it felt as if I was intruding on a private moment, but like a twisted
voyeur, I couldn’t look away.

The bond of trust and love between the three felt electric,
and as Savannah surrendered to their dual seduction, my hormones awakened with
a covetous scream. My nipples peaked, and my breasts grew heavy. My breathing
turned shallow and my pussy clutched.

Silently, Dylan rose to his feet and lifted Savannah into
his arms. The four
Doms
exchanged a nod before the
trio left the dungeon, disappearing down the hall of private rooms. Green with
envy, I suspected Savannah would soon be wearing the same ethereal expression
as Dark Desire.

I stared at the portal, fantasizing what lurid pleasures my
new sub friend was enjoying before Ian placed a finger beneath my chin. Drawing
me back from my own distraction, the penetrating lust that blazed in his eyes
only served to intensify the ache between my legs.