The First Order [Safeword LLC 1] (Siren Publishing Sensations) (15 page)

It was the first time that Becca had shown her vulnerability to him without reservation. Ross shoved his spoon in the ice cream, leaving the handle sticking out. Walking around the counter, he took her face into the palm of his hands and made sure she listened to his words.

“We trust Kennedy, which is why we allowed her to find us someone when we couldn’t. How she knows these things is irrelevant. Was it facts on a piece of paper? Was it a gut instinct? Did she think we would physically fit, and hoped for more? When it comes right down to it, it doesn’t matter. What I do know is that you are here and you are ours. Every day, we learn something new about you. But it is a two-way street, Becca. Whether you realize it or not, you see us at our best and our worst and still choose to stay. You have all the power, but please don’t think being a Dominant is easy. Your welfare is in our hands and that not only includes your physical wellbeing, but also your heart and soul. We will never take that for granted.”

“Is there a party going on in here?”

Ross turned, not letting go of Becca. He found that he didn’t want to break their connection. Lane was standing in the doorway wearing a navy-colored robe, although the sash wasn’t tied. Listening to what Becca had to say was a lot like listening to Lane. They were more alike than either of them knew.

“I was just explaining to Elena the difference between a mainstream relationship and one of our nature.”

“That’s a pretty deep conversation for the middle of the night.” Lane crossed the floor and reached out for the ice cream that Ross and Elena had given up eating. Taking a bite, he leaned against the counter and smiled. “I might as well join in. Are you all right after your punishment?”

Ross felt Becca relax once Lane asked to get in on the conversation. Did she think that he wouldn’t? Ross tilted her head and kissed her forehead before stepping away and yanking the carton out of Lane’s hands. Knowing he wasn’t getting his spoon back, he snatched up Becca’s and gave her a wink.

“It was…interesting. Needless to say, I won’t misbehave at another function.”

“Did you learn anything?” Lane asked, reaching over and scooping out some more ice cream.

“You’re not talking about behavior, are you?” Becca scooted on the stool until she was facing Lane. “Yes, then. I did learn something and I want to thank the two of you. I realized how much effort you went through this past week in building my trust. And I do trust you. I won’t let you down.”

Ross frowned, not liking how she worded that last sentence. “How could you let us down, Becca?”

She shrugged, not revealing her true meaning. Ross and Lane exchanged looks, but not wanting to push her when she seemed so relaxed, they let it slide. It was something they could discuss at a later time.

“Have you spoken to Lily? With the time difference, I’m sure it’s not easy getting a hold of her.”

“I’ll wait until Monday. She is on her honeymoon, but we promised to check in with each other.”

Lane swiped another dollop and held out his spoon for Becca. She looked surprised, but she still opened her mouth and let him slide in the cold treat. Ross needed to figure out a way that she felt just as comfortable with his brother as she did with him, but this was a start.

“Will she accept your choice to be with two men?” He noticed that Lane was watching her closely, waiting on her to answer.

Becca swallowed and then a smile lit up her face. “Lily is the best friend a girl could ask for. As long as I’m happy, Lilly is supportive. She’s the sister I never had.”

“We can’t wait to meet her,” Lane replied, seemingly satisfied with her answer. “How about we take tomorrow and spend it with some friends of ours? It’s only fair that you get to meet our friends outside of functions.”

“Who?” Ross asked, finally putting the cover back on the carton. They had multiple close friends that they spent time with, but since this was geared toward getting Becca integrated with their life, he was curious as to which ones Lane was referring to.

“Blake and Derek. Their sub’s name is Tamara.”

“I would like that,” Becca replied, unable to hide her yawn.

“I think snack time is over,” Ross announced, opening the freezer door and shoving in the cartoon. “Let’s get your sore ass to bed.”

“How do you know it’s still sore?” Becca asked, her brows dipping again.

“I think you shifted from side to side about twenty times since we’ve been in the kitchen,” Ross said, walking around the counter and lifting her off the stool. “By tomorrow morning, you’ll be as good as new.”

“Which is a good thing, considering we’ll be upgrading the size of your butt plug.”

Becca’s head whipped around at Lane’s words, causing the two of them to laugh. She was so easy to rile up and he really enjoyed talking with her. Ross was still left with an uneasy feeling in regards to her promise not to let them down. What had she meant and why did she feel that she would?

It was Monday evening, one week from the day that she’d walked into Ms. Van Camp’s office. James was sitting across the table from her, looking a little haggard, making her wonder if something had happened but making her focus on the contract in front of her. The rules were clearly stated, with a line at the bottom awaiting her signature of agreement. If she signed, from this moment on, it became more personal.

“Rebecca, if you have any questions, now is the time to ask them,” James said, leaning back in his chair and straightening out his legs. “Have things gone to your satisfaction?”

Becca’s face flushed as she remembered her punishment Saturday night. No, things hadn’t gone the way she’d planned and it had taken her all of yesterday before she was able to sit comfortably. Although what did fulfill her need for comfort was Lane and Ross disengaging her from the spanking bench and holding her in their arms for an hour before they felt she was up to leaving. A couch she hadn’t noticed before had been situated in a corner. They’d situated themselves on the cushions, with Lane holding her against his chest and her legs draped over Ross’s thighs. Each of them stroked her until the last sob had left her body and she fell into a light sleep. Becca didn’t recall much of what had happened after that, but she did remember waking up in the middle of the night and enjoying her time with Ross and Lane. Yesterday had been spent getting to know some of their friends, and Becca had enjoyed it immensely. There was only one answer to James’s question.

“Yes,” Becca replied, picking up the pen that lay next to the paper. A shot of power went through her, knowing she held the cards in her hands. Hadn’t Ross said that as their submissive, she held all the power? She glanced through her lashes at Ross, who had a smirk on his face. She wanted to kick him in the shin, but was afraid of what her punishment might be. Sneaking a look over at Lane, she noticed that his hand was flexing on the table as he stared down at the contract. Something inside of her needed to see how far she could push them. “Please tell Ms. Van Camp that her placement was accurate.”

Her superior-sounding answer got a response out of Lane, as his head whipped up and their gazes collided. His eyes turned into melting pots of chocolate, while his only other reaction was to close his fist on the table. Ross chuckled and shook his head, although Becca wasn’t certain it was in humor.

Becca hurriedly scrawled her name across the bottom of the page, pushing it across to Ross first. For some reason, she still found herself unsure of Lane’s standing in all of this. Had taking her punishment satisfied his doubts of her? Her haughty response to James might have been a test, but she meant her answer all the same. This was where she belonged.

Becca could hear the pressure of the pen as Ross signed his name. He pushed it across the table to Lane, who took a minute to read over the contract. Becca found she was holding her breath. What if he didn’t sign it? Lane held out his hand for the pen and Ross reached across the table, holding it straight up in the air. She watched as they silently communicated to one another and wondered what it meant. Without a word, Lane signed the document and then pushed it toward James.

“Wonderful,” James said, taking the pen and paper. Folding the contract in thirds, he slid it and the writing utensil into the inner pocket of his jacket. “I’ll keep checking in on you, although it will be sporadic during the remainder of your two-month trial. As usual, feel free to call me if you need me.”

“Thank you,” Becca replied, her emotions all in a twist.

She wrung her hands together as she stood up from the table. Ross and Lane walked James to the door and saw him out, pausing long enough to speak to one another in hushed tones. Becca couldn’t hear what was being said and wondered if it had anything to do with how weary James had been during their meeting. She’d grown fond of James and hoped everything was okay. He was a kind man.

“Were you able to make your phone calls today?” Ross asked, returning to the living room. They’d just returned from work an hour ago, so both men were still wearing their business suits. Lane slowly followed Ross into the room, but detoured to take a seat on the leather couch.

“Yes, my parents are good. They joined a weekly card game with some other couples in the neighborhood,” Becca said, mentally shaking her head. Did they really want to know that kind of information? When Ross continued to ask questions about them, he convinced Becca that they did. He even laughed when she said her mom joked about learning poker, just in case the older gentlemen decided they wanted to play strip poker. “Anyway, they’re good. I haven’t told them about you two yet. Not sure how I want to explain our relationship yet.”

“We’ll figure something out,” Ross assured her. “I think their main concern is that their little girl is happy, and so be it if it happens to be a ménage relationship. As for our lifestyle, that’s our business and can remain that way. Speaking of, how did your appointment go today?”

Becca was a little taken aback by his question. They weren’t going to say anything about what had just happened with James? They’d all agreed to sign a contract, basically giving them the go ahead to have sex, and he wanted to talk about her parents and spa appointment? Lane finally got his tie loosened and slid it out from underneath his collar. Did he want to talk about her day, too?

“Um, good. I had the same woman, Janet, from a week ago.”

“Wonderful. You can retire to your bedroom, prepare yourself with the items laid out on the bed, and meet us in Lane’s bedroom in the proper present position. We’ll be there shortly.”

Becca felt as if she had whiplash from Ross’s quick change in subjects. They were so hard to read at times and Lane’s silence was unsettling. She felt a little off balance, but her body immediately responded to Ross’s command.

“Yes, Sir,” Becca replied.

* * * *

Ross and Lane waited the appropriate time before entering Lane’s bedroom, knowing that Becca would be squirming right about now. The only things they had laid out on the bed were wrist and ankle cuffs with tiny heart-shaped locks that secured the restraints. Other than that, they wanted her totally bare.

“Very nice, Becca,” Lane said, having been the first one to enter.

Ross closed the door behind him, taking in the vision that Lane had already had the privilege of seeing. Becca was on her knees at the foot of Lane’s bed, her hands clasped behind her back, breasts thrust out and her clit swollen enough that he knew it wouldn’t take much to bring her off. Her eyes were on them as they’d directed. She was definitely a beautiful vision in her need to please.

“I second that,” Ross replied, unbuttoning his white shirt. It was time to take Becca to the next level. Harrison had been right about one thing Saturday night—they’d been way too lenient on her. If she had been any other sub, he and Lane would never have had to explain that no speaking meant no interaction. A part of him felt a slight guilt over her punishment, but it was the only way she’d learn. “Becca, I’d like you to go over to Lane’s dressing room and choose three implements that are hanging there that you think you might enjoy. When you are finished, please bring them and lay them out on the bed, six inches apart.”

Becca scrambled to her feet. He knew she thought they were probably toys versus whips, floggers, and canes since he’d indicated enjoyment, but that wasn’t their intention for this scene. The last week had been to test her responses, her erogenous zones, and her mindset. They were molding her into the submissive they needed. Now it was time to take things to the next level. Becca disappeared out of sight as she scurried into the large walk-in closet.

“Paddle.”

Ross chuckled softly, not wanting Becca to hear them. Lane was guessing which item she’d choose first. He’d have to agree, because she knew that Lane could make the sting feel good, unlike Harrison’s punishment.

“Flogger. She’ll think the soft leather won’t hurt as much as a crop or whip.”

“She won’t go near the cane.”

Both finished undressing, with the exception of their black dress pants. This scene wasn’t about sex or obtaining release, although that was how they had planned for the night to end. Right now, this scene was about showing Becca how far they could take her with the erotic pain they had discussed. They needed her to understand the difference between true pain and that which could enhance her arousal, or her fear would only continue to get in the way.