His words were seduction in and of themselves. Holding the position was making her shake, but he’d given her a task. She would focus on it. She would think about the task ahead of her and ignore the way her limbs ached. “He was rough at first.”
“He was rather angry at the time.” Leo stepped away. “Keep talking. I’ll be right back.”
He was going somewhere? Damn him. She heard the drawer to his desk open and close. He placed something on the top, and then she could have sworn she heard him unzip and the sound of something crinkling. Talking. She had to keep talking. “He made me undress. He inspected my body.”
“Was he pleased with your body?”
She could still remember the way Wolf had stared at her. He’d reached out and tweaked her nipples in turn. He’d plucked at them until they had been hard berries, begging for his affection. She’d been forced to turn and look at her naked body in the mirror. “He made me watch as he played with my breasts. He made me spread my legs and watch as he dipped his fingers in.”
There was a low growl from behind her. Leo was back. “In where? Don’t you leave anything out.”
“My pussy, Leo. He sank his fingers in my pussy.” Wolf had played with her, those big, long fingers fucking in and out of her pussy. “He used one and then two on me.”
She felt something cool and wet dribble on the crack of her ass. She stiffened, praying he wasn’t doing what she thought he was doing.
She heard a deep chuckle. “No ginger, baby. Just lube. I want to play. Wolf got to play with this asshole. Now I want the same chance. Tell me more.”
Her jaw clenched. She knew what she’d heard. She’d heard him lower his zipper, and she’d heard the very distinct unwrapping of a condom. What was he waiting for? He was making her crazy. And he was also a brick wall. He wasn’t going to give her what she wanted until she’d obeyed him. “He played with my pussy for a long time. He made me watch in the mirror. He made me watch as his fingers got coated in my arousal. He made me watch as he licked his fingers clean. He told me how good I tasted.”
Just talking about the way Wolf had tortured her made her hot all over again.
“I know how good you taste.” Pressure. Erotic pressure made her spine tingle as Leo started to work her asshole. He rimmed it, working the lube in and all around. “Did Wolf get you off, baby? Did he make you come?”
She sniffled a little. “No. He wouldn’t let me come.”
Wolf had played for what felt like forever, those big fingers teasing her until he had her shaking and begging. He’d made sure to stay away from her clit. He’d skimmed and taunted that little bit of flesh, but he wouldn’t press down in any meaningful way.
“He was angry, baby.” Leo growled a little, the sound sparking across her skin. “He was mad that you had disobeyed. Little brats don’t get orgasms. Little brats get crops and whips across their ass. Little brats get to please their Masters and take nothing for themselves.”
Tears nearly blurred her vision. He was going to punish her. Damn it. If she survived the day, she would be surprised.
Leo’s finger penetrated her ass, making her squirm. She was so open, so vulnerable in the position he’d put her in. She felt stretched and shaky, totally bent to his will.
This was what he wanted. It finally kicked in. He wanted her to let go, to be totally focused on the moment and not thinking about anything except pleasing him. He wouldn’t demand it in their daily life, but he was giving her a place to go when the world became too much. She relaxed and let go of her frustration. She breathed in and found an odd place of peace.
Leo’s finger sank into her ass. “What just happened, baby?”
She felt herself smile, a lazy, relaxed expression. Even her legs felt softer now. “I gave in.”
Leo’s finger rimmed her ass while his free hand ran down her spine. “You won’t regret it. Shelley, this is a good place. Find your subspace. It’s safe to do it with me. Wolf, too. Neither one of us will ever hurt you. We’d rather cut off our dicks than cause you a real moment of pain. Pain can enhance pleasure, and that’s all we’re trying to do.”
But she wasn’t so afraid of the pain. She knew neither Leo nor Wolf would really hurt her physically. Her heart was another matter. But Leo was here. Leo wouldn’t be standing here with her if he wasn’t serious. He might play around with her when Wolf was there to take care of her, but this felt different. This felt like commitment.
“Are you going to stay with me?” Shelley asked, knowing the answer. Leo Meyer might be a tough nut to crack, but he was loyal and stalwart. She’d said she loved him. If he was going to walk away, he would have done it. As his fingers were currently deep inside her rectum, she had a feeling he was planning on staying.
“Say you love me.” He didn’t sound like a Dom. He sounded like a man. A man she’d burned before.
“I love you.” They were the easiest three words she’d ever said. She’d loved Leo for years.
“I love you, too, baby. And it will work out with Wolf. It will. He’s my brother. If I don’t share with him, my mother will show up on our doorstep, and I would like to avoid that. She’s a bit crazy. But she’s very sweet. She just thinks aliens impregnated her and that everything is made better with beets. I hate beets.”
She groaned a little as he added another finger. God, he was stretching her.
“So you’re going to have to deal with my family, and I’ll deal with your lamentable lack of discipline.” The Dom was back, that hard edge in his voice making her heart flutter. “Now, tell me what I want to hear. Tell me how my brother tortured this little asshole.”
Rather like Leo was doing. “He stretched me. He used the lube on me. At first it was just warm, but then it burned, and I squirmed a lot and I pleaded with him.”
Leo’s voice was warm, as though he’d found his own happy place. Dom space. She had subspace, and he had Dom space. “I bet he liked that.”
Wolf had liked her pleas. She’d also known all along that he would respect her safe word. She could have used her slow-down word or her stop word, and Wolf would have obeyed. He would have slowed and talked to her or stopped all together. Despite her precarious position, she was really in charge. She was giving her Doms what they needed and taking what she needed.
“He was very hard, Leo, but he wouldn’t give me his cock.”
“No, cock is for good subs. Cock isn’t for little brats who give her Masters heart attacks.” He fucked into her ass with his fingers. “I’ve never seen a man move as fast as Wolf. If you try anything like that again, it won’t just be ginger lube on a plug. I’ll buy the largest piece of ginger root I can find, and I’ll carve a massive dildo and that will be your plug. Don’t think I can’t do it. I’m actually quite the artist.”
Yes, he was a deeply perverted artist. She was getting used to the burn of his fingers in her ass, beginning to feel the first stirrings of pleasure from the way he stretched and fucked her.
“Let go of your ankles and grab the desk, baby. I think Wolf tortured you enough, and given what he’s probably planning to do tonight, I think a little respite is called for.”
Very carefully, she released her ankles. Blessed relief flooded her. She sighed at the feeling that wouldn’t have been possible without the previous discomfort. And she felt an odd pride. She’d taken what he’d dished out, and now she was ready for her reward. She softened her knees and reached for the edge of Leo’s elegantly appointed desk.
“Master Wolf did say you were in charge of me,” she said, tilting her head to look back. Leo’s hair was down, falling around his shoulders. There was a deeply decadent look on his face.
“Yes. Don’t you forget that. Eyes front or you won’t get your treat.” He barked the order in that low voice she would bet he’d used to get many a sub to do his will. But she was his sub. As far as Club gossip went, he’d never collared anyone outside of his wife.