But she wasn’t doing what she should do tonight.She wasgoing wild because Master K had found a language they could speak.Fantasy.Role play.D/s.
She had reassessed her earlier evaluations.Nicole wouldn’thave a bunch of friends who understood the workings of D/s the way these twoseemed to.Also, she likely hadn’t had a bunch of friends into threesomes backhome.So they were likely business associates of Julian’s.Maybe even herdads’, but since she’d never met them they were probably investors or workedwith the Masters’ Fund, an investment group her dad belonged to.
Olivia didn’t have anything to do with that group, so it wasfine.
She let go of the worry.It didn’t have a place here.Sheset her clutch on the table in the foyer.The room seemed to be a junior suite.She had a ridiculous two-bedroom suite she’d shared with Nicole the nightbefore.They’d had what they referred to as a mini bachelorette party whichconsisted of them having in-room massages and ordering a ton of food andwatching movies until they fell asleep.
Nicole would spend tonight in the honeymoon suite.
But if she took them to her room, she couldn’t simply walkout when they were done.And no matter how good this was, she was walking away.
“I’m not allowed to have alcohol at the academy,” she saidand moved toward the living area.Definitely smaller than hers, but they couldmake do.If they had told her they were taking her to a motel in a bad part oftown, she would have followed them because she wanted what they were offering.But she wasn’t a complete novice.There was negotiation to be done.“They didteach me to make sure my Masters protect me and that they know my safe word.”
“Your safe word is cinnamon.”Master K strode back in fromthe bedroom and without a single ounce of self-consciousness placed a longstring of condoms on the table.“And your Masters are prepared.I assure you ifwe have the money to purchase you, we have the means to protect ourinvestment.”
“I’d like to see my investment.”Master G had already pulledoff his jacket and tie, and she could see a hint of smooth tanned skin.
She was confused.“How did you know my safe word?”
Master K frowned, muscular arms crossing over a chest thatwas probably every bit as muscular.“We need to make some rules, baby.You toldus no names, nothing real.That didn’t work.I came up with something that did.Are we role-playing or do you want to discuss what your friend told me?”Whenshe didn’t answer he went back to his role.“It was in the information packetthe academy sent over.And that’s ten for questioning me.”
“Maybe we should…” Master G started.
But Master K was right.She was breaking the rules she setforth.He had found a way to make this work, and she was questioning him.“Please don’t, Master G.Master K, where would you like me?You’re right.Ishouldn’t have questioned you.”
Master K stared at her for a moment as though trying tofigure out if she was being real with him.
She simply stood there because despite the fact that she hadnever attended a weird sex academy—which sounded hot on paper, but she wouldavoid in real life—she did know how to be a good sub.And she quite liked aspanking.She rather hoped Master K had a hard hand during sessions.
Not that there would be more sessions.Just this one.
“I’m not disciplining you with your clothes on.Take themoff.They offend me.”
K had exactly the right amount of lust and arrogance in histone.This was not the man she had danced with.That man had been awkward and abit distant.Like he was trying to figure out if this was a good idea.
The Master in front of her knew what he wanted, and it washer.
The odd thing was she found herself attracted to both sidesof the man.But the Dom was the one she needed tonight.The sweet guy was farmore dangerous.
She might not have had ménage sex before, but she had read awhole lot of books about it.Romance novels, mostly.She blamed her sister, whowrote them and introduced her to a whole new world when she was sixteen and shesnuck one of Lexi’s books and got addicted.She loved all the sub-genres, butménage and D/s were her jam, and when an author successfully put them together?Chef’s kiss.
So she did what one of her sister’s heroines would havedone.She made her eyes big and wide and looked back to the softer Dom, bitingher lip like she was unsure what to do.“I think I need help getting out of mydress, Sir.”
Master G nearly tripped over the love seat trying to get toher.
She didn’t miss the way Master K’s eyes rolled, but his lipscurled up in an amused smile.They were really good friends.Likely long-termones because K’s expression showed a deep affection.
Of course they were.After all, they had purchased her, asweet virgin trying desperately to save her sick grandmother.
Her own grandmother was on a European tour with a group offriends they called the Crone Posse.
But if Grandma Diane needed surgery, she would totally sellher body to these two for the night.It would be more fun than dipping into herseemingly endless trust fund.
Master K pulled his tie free and tossed it on the bar.Hemoved back to the sofa and sat down, unbuttoning the top two buttons of hisdress shirt.He sat back as arrogant as any king and nodded, letting Olivia andMaster G know he was ready for the show.
Master G moved behind Olivia, obviously putting her ondisplay.He eased the zipper down, his fingertips brushing over her skin andsending a thrill through her.This was what she needed.It had been so longsince she had someone touch her like this.
She’d been neglecting herself.She should start spendingweekends here, going to the club.
