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“I think I’m ready now, Sirs.” When the door swings open, I think I’m the one who wasn’t truly ready. Archer lets out a quiet grunt next to me. It’s the only indication the others are as gobsmacked as I am.
If fate handed out checklists for fantasy bedmates, this girl would be on every one of ours. Platinum blond hair drapes in glossy sheets from a center part nearly down to her waist. My fingers twitch with the desire to tangle the smooth strands around them and use it like reins, directing her head forward and back over one of the guy’s cocks.
Deep indigo eyes catalog each of us in turn. They’re such a deep blue they’re almost navy, but her emotions are unfathomable in the darkness. Her nose is straight and pert. I’d call it cute if the rest of her face wasn’t so striking.
But her mouth. Fuck that mouth is the stuff of fantasy. Her lips are a perfect Cupid’s bow. The bottom one lush and soft looking. Straight white teeth flash as she bites into the plush pillow.
My cock lengthens along the right leg of my slacks as I immediately envision that impossibly tiny mouth stretching wide to swallow as much of me as she can manage. The way she’ll gag and struggle for air with my length deep in her throat. Streaks of mascara and tears making a mess of her perfect looks.
Tonight wasn’t meant to be a sexy romp. We came here to figure out if our dominant styles can mesh well enough to share a sub. All the intentions in the world vaporize in the moment, and all I can focus on is making her mine. Ours.
CHAPTER6
FELIX
Idid not see this coming. My dream girl, my dream pet, stands in the doorway in front of me. Judging by the tension rolling off Archer and Garen, I have to assume they’re feeling the same knockout punch of destiny.
“Sirs? Um, what do you want me to do right now? The directions on the screen said you wanted to talk before anything will happen?” For all her apparent shyness, or maybe it’s nerves, she’s an assertive young woman. That eases my concern over some of the information in the dossier. Maybe, she’ll be able to handle three men barking orders at her at once after all.
“Have you done this before?” Archer’s snarl sounds more aggressive than I think he realizes, because she flinches subtly.
“Arch, man, shut up. Ignore him. Of course, you’ve done this before. We were told you’ve been a member for several years.” Do I want to think about this perfect creature on her knees for anyone other than me and the guys? Fuck, no, I don’t. I have no clue what Archer’s thinking, but if he makes this goddess feel ashamed of her past, I’m gonna kick his ass.
“I haven’t. Done this before. I mean, not exactly. Don’t be mad at your friend. It’s a fair question. It’s perfectly normal to want to know the experience level of a play partner. And the truth is, well…”
Her bravado skitters away, leaving anxiety in its wake. The tips of her shiny black patent pumps turn inward as her whole body curls in on itself. She’s every inch the unsure vixen. Her body’s made for sin and salvation, her posture bringing forth the urge to cradle and hold.
“What’s your truth, little sub?” Garen moves toward her slowly, like a circus trainer approaching a tiger loose from its cage.
“Um, I had a bad experience happen last year, and I haven’t played since then. Maybe, Master Shane was wrong to send me to you, Sirs. Maybe, you should have a better submissive for your night. I’m so sorry. He thought I was ready, that this would feel safe enough since there’s three of you. I’m so sorry.”
Hearing her apologize for surviving a traumatic event is more than I can bear. Archer looks as if he wants to melt into the floor because he feels so bad for scaring her. Garen, for all his boy next door looks, is closer to the type of guy mamas warn their daughters will break their hearts in his clueless inability to coddle and care for such a tender organ. That leaves only me.
“Sub, come here and sit at my feet.” I give her a firm direction, recognizing all the hallmarks of a submissive spiraling out of control. Immediately responsive to the command in my tone, the girl beelines to where I’m standing next to the sofa and gracefully collapses to her knees. Ankles tucked under her rear, hands folded at the small of her back, her chin tilts to her chest and those long, long lashes dust over the apples of her cheeks.
“Give me your eyes.”
Her face lifts to meet my gaze, but it’s not the deep indigo pools of her eyes that snag my attention. Instead, I’m wholly focused on the tremble of her lush lower lip and the way her tiny white teeth nibble at the deep-red painted pillow.
“Do you feel unsafe right now?”
Her eyes cast around to locate Garen and Archer, neither of them having moved.
“No, Sir.” She breathes deep and slow, each inhale swelling the mounds of her breasts against her tightly laced corset. The sight of a fluffy fox tail trailed on the floor behind her, and the knowledge of how such faux tails are held in place, has lust thickening my cock, despite my internal admonition.
“Then are you questioning Master Shane’s abilities to run this club?” Garen moves silently to my side, his smooth question carrying the slightest hint of challenge. Now that she’s in the mindset of a submissive, his natural instinct is to push for a reason to discipline. She’s not ready to scene yet, though, but I trust my best friends to read the room and not move faster than she’s ready to.
“No, Sir.”
“Good. Tell me, does this bad experience impact your pleasure in things you’ve enjoyed in the past?” Archer, being typical Archer, cuts straight through the bullshit to the heart of the problem.
“It does.” Her answers are succinct and honest. After every one, her attention moves between us, unconsciously including everyone.
“Then I suppose we have some things to work on, don’t we? The club uses the traditional color system for safe words. Please explain to me how you understand those words to work.” His face is still stern and intimidating, but I think she’s getting comfortable with us, because his words bring the most beautifully serene smile to her perfect little face.
“Green means I’m comfortable with what’s happening and don’t need anything done differently. Yellow means either I’m not feeling great about something or that I need to slow down. Red means stop.”
“Good girl. Red means we all stop immediately and work to figure out what went wrong. You won’t ever be in trouble for saying red when you need to. Do I make myself clear?” Archer says.
