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Ryan tightened his fists, crushing the can in his strong
grip. “I’m going to do what I assured her I would and forget about this crap in
my head. It’s all just a bunch of shit anyway. I refuse to violate her trust.”

“So the fact she makes you feel whole and alive again means
nothing. You’re going to just toss it away? I know you have your problems, man,
but I never took you for a fucking fool.” Dade clapped a hand on his shoulder.

“I have to do this.” Ryan shook off his strong grip. “She
didn’t come to me for a relationship. She came to me looking for guidance.” He
paused, knowing what he had to ask next was the right path to take despite the
fact his gut wanted him to take a very different route. “Do you have anything
pressing that would prevent you from stopping by the warehouse one night?”

Dade’s eyes narrowed. “Are you asking what I think you are?
You want my help? ’Cause you know there’s not a chance in hell I’m going to
come fuck you.” Ryan nodded, knowing the choice he’d made was for the best
despite his friend’s skeptical look.

Dade hesitated, folding his hands in front of him as he
steadily tapped his foot against a bare patch of ground. “Are you sure you want
to go this direction? It just doesn’t seem as though that’s what you really
want.”

“Yes.” He paused, watching a few people pass. “I knew this
step in her training would have to happen from the very first time I heard
about her experiences. It isn’t as if we haven’t shared a woman a time or two.”

“Yes, I know, but…forget it.” Dade held up a hand. “I may
not agree with you, but I understand your reasoning. You need to know she
understands her limits and one Dom can’t find those boundaries.”

“At least until she gets past her own head, no. She’s been
all right so far, but I’m looking to push on her boundaries even more and could
use a hand. She needs to know she can stop when she needs to, not when her Dom
tells her to. Especially because she’s been exposed to multiple partners in
such a negative manner. She needs to know if it’s something she enjoys because
she enjoys it, not because someone else tells her she does.”

“So you think this is the step she needs to make in order to
get past things. Past what she came to you for help with.”

“Yes.”

Dade sighed heavily and rose, shoving his hands into his
pockets. “Fine. It’s your call and your sub. Just tell me where and when and
I’ll be there.”

Beth stood in Ryan’s room at Sanctuary completely nude.

There was no sign of his ropes and most of his pieces were
still tucked away in the darker recesses of the area. Of course, the room was
twice its normal size tonight as he’d opened up the adjoining space. The
arrangement made her wonder what he had in store for her.

“I thought I’d call on a friend’s help tonight.” Her blood
ran cold. Though she trusted Ryan, her experience with multiple partners left
something to be desired. She didn’t know if this was something she was ready
for.

“Someone else? I—”

“Relax.” He reached forward, his fingers threading through
her hair to give her a center. His gaze remained on hers as he walked away,
tapping a light switch on the far side of the room. The brighter light allowed
her to see the heavy-duty leather hanging beside her. The supple leather was a
startling contrast to what she expected to find. When she realized it was a sex
sling, everything inside her snapped to intense need.

This was something so vastly different from the ropes he
normally used to secure her with. She found herself craving the texture of the rough
leather scraping against her skin. Despite some of the situations she’d been
put in against her will, she still liked the feel of something harsh against
her skin.

Though it looked innocent, the combination of steel rings
and black leather meant something entirely different. What she didn’t know
about the suspension piece was how it would appear once she’d been strapped
inside it. The idea sent a bolt of arousal through her body, coiling low in her
gut to stoke a fire that never seemed to bank around Ryan. The pure nature of
her need overrode her earlier hesitation about his plans.

“Glad to see this meets your approval.”

She gasped as she snapped out of her stupor to find Ryan’s
fingers sliding around her wrist. The feel of his touch was exquisite. His
thumb brushed against one of the buckles, his gaze lifting to hers. The
questioning look in his eyes socked her in the gut. He wanted to remove the
cuffs.

But she couldn’t.

Not yet. She hadn’t quite come to terms with what lay under
the leather. Not enough to deal with the reminder on a daily basis. She
swallowed the lump in her throat. “I can’t, Ryan. Not—”

He took up her hand, turning it over as he began to fit
short lengths of rope around her cuff. Metal rings clicked softly together as
he fastened the second length around her other wrist. She breathed out as he
knelt, moving on without pushing about the cuffs.

Someday she would have to confess her darkest sins and show
him.

Two heavy-duty cuffs fit securely around her ankles before
he stood to offer her a collar. When he held it out to her, she knew he wasn’t
someone who took the meaning of a collar lightly. By him handing her the item,
it remained just a collar. It would only hold the significance needed for the
scene and nothing more. She would surrender the item once the night was over as
it wasn’t hers to keep.

She fastened it around her throat.

Finished, Ryan hooked his finger through the ring dangling
in the hollow of her throat, tugging gently to bring her closer. Their lips
met, his tongue sliding into her mouth.

His unrestrained heat and passion marked her as his.

He pulled away, guiding her under the two long strips of
leather. A quick tug loosened the knot he’d used to suspend the contraption up
out of the way. Now he utilized the system of pulleys to bring the sling down
to the level where he could strap her into the device.

She admired his body as he worked, the way his arm and chest
muscles bunched and flexed as he reached to unclip each of the long, wide
strips of leather. He took such care in the way he moved, checking the fabric
and the metal pieces that would hold her once she was secured. His attention to
detail once more cemented her faith in his ability to care for her.

Stepping forward when he gestured for her, she reached up to
steady herself with the two metal rings where the leather would eventually loop
around and buckle. The leather closed around her thigh, encasing the skin from
the crease of her ass to mid-thigh.

He worked quickly and quietly, whispering when he needed her
to adjust her position. In a matter of minutes, she was suspended a few inches
off the ground, canted forward and bound securely in the sling. The position
held her legs wide open, her ass high and exposed. He circled her, clipping her
ankle cuffs to some kind of hooks sewed into the leather behind her.

She had been suspended in offering.

After tying off the entire contraption, he swept his fingers
along her jaw. “You’re exquisite, presented in wait for what I have to deliver.
But I see on your face you’re still wondering what I meant when I mentioned
having a friend help.”

She lowered her eyes, embarrassed she had allowed it to
worry her enough that he could tell. “Yes Sir.”

“Heard someone has an affinity for a little bit of ass
play.” Her heart skipped a beat when Dade’s voice echoed through the wide room.
Ryan stepped to the side so she could see the formidable man standing near the
door, wearing an amused expression. Dade winked as he strode forward, a maroon
bag slung over his shoulder. “Since that’s my specialty, thought I could lend a
hand. Or something else.”

As he approached, Ryan’s hand smoothed along her sides.

A threesome.

Oh God.

Ryan knelt in front of her, blocking her view of the other
man. “I’ve asked Dade here tonight because you’re ready for this, Beth. We both
will have your best interests in mind and at any time, you alone hold the power
to stop everything in its tracks.”

“I know, Sir.” She knew Ryan would never do anything to hurt
her—not like Ethan. Ryan wouldn’t do anything he felt she wasn’t ready for. He
wouldn’t push her that way. Excitement trailed a line up her spine as she
thought about both men taking her.

Ryan’s finger circled her distended nipple. “You were made
for complete and total submission, Beth. Don’t ever let anyone try to convince
you otherwise from now on, do you understand?” He leaned forward, pressing a
row of open-mouthed kisses down the line of her neck. “Safewords? Loud and
clear. Own them.”

She knew this was more than just her benefit. Dade would
need to know her safewords as well. “Apple to stop. Lemon to pause.”

“Good.”

“Been a while since I’ve seen someone use the old ways.
Forgotten how much I missed that, you damn purist.”

Ryan smirked. “Don’t mind him. He’s just jealous I took care
of most of the set up.”

The friendly give and take between the two Doms made her
giggle.

Dade stood at her side, his wide hand smoothing over her
hair. “That’s a pretty sound. You should make it a point to make her laugh more
often. And while you did take care of her, something is missing.” Dade reached
into his bag, extracting a glass anal plug. The vibrant orange color contrasted
with his tan skin, the size of his hand nearly dwarfing the plug.

And here she’d thought she’d been the only one around with
an affinity for glass.

He circled behind her, caressing her back as he followed the
line of her spine down to her bottom. She hissed as his thumbs traced the
gentle swell of her ass. Held in place, she had to take what he gave her. And
damn if she wouldn’t allow him to take whatever he wanted.

“Ryan, a hand?” A shiver of anticipation drilled through her
core as Ryan’s hands wrapped around her waist, holding her in place as Dade’s
fingers skimmed over her ass. “Ready?”

She nodded at first, unable to find her voice. Then she
remembered. “Yes Sir.”

“A polite sub. Courteous subs are given rewards for their
good behavior.” Cold wetness slicked over her anus. She relaxed as Dade circled
the plug around the rim. Her hands tightened around the large rings as her head
fell forward.

The gentle pressure increased as Dade inched the plug
through her opening. The burn drew her focus, making it so she had to accept
the pain in order to enjoy the pleasure. She breathed out slowly, relaxing so
he could continue to work the toy inside her.

The lubrication he’d used was so slick, it allowed the glass
to slide against sensitive tissue awakened by his skillful touch. Dade knew
exactly when to push forward and when to wait to allow her to adjust, working
seamlessly to heighten her pleasure. His thumb stroked over her opening and she
felt the cool, slippery slide as he added more lubrication.

She hauled in a breath, shuddered, then pushed against his
hand by using the rings for leverage. The widest part of the plug slipped past
her opening as she wiggled. Her moan of pleasure saturated the air while her
body accepted the thin shaft.

Plug snugly in place now, she reveled in being so full.

“That’s a good girl.” His palms molded to her waist, pulling
her back against him. She felt the plug shift a little as he pushed against her
and she hissed—wanting more of the luxurious intensity bracketing her body.
“And such a pretty offering. Don’t you agree, Ryan?”

Dade’s hot lips cruised over her shoulder, following the
line of her neck up to the sensitive spot behind her ear. He nipped, tugging on
her hair to tilt her neck to the side in order to expose more flesh. He held
her head in place as he bit. Completely helpless, she allowed her hands to go
lax and fall away from the rings, relaxing into his hold.

A sigh of pleasure escaped before she could smother the
noise. She wasn’t sure how much Ryan wanted her to enjoy this moment tethered
between the two men, suspended in the air with a plug fit snugly in her ass.
Her clit ached with need, her pussy dripping with excitement.

“I agree, but from the look of it, my sub doesn’t quite know
what to make of this.” Ryan’s chest moved as he chuckled, amusement sounding
clear in his smooth voice. “It’s all right, California. You’re allowed to enjoy
yourself this as much as you like. Let us hear you.”

Just as Ryan finished his sentence, Dade’s mouth closed over
her nipple. She’d been so lost in the plug shoved inside her, she hadn’t even
realized they’d switched positions. She arched against him as much as she
could. He nipped, dragging the edge of his teeth over the hard nub.

“Let him hear you, California.” Ryan’s lips pressed against
her ear, his soft words sounding sharper and more commanding. “Be as loud as
you want. Soundproofed room, remember? In fact, I don’t want you to be quiet
tonight. I don’t want to hear soft, little muffled moans when his cock is
stuffed into your mouth. I want you screaming your pleasure so loud our ears
still ring from it tomorrow.”

A loud groan vibrated her throat as Dade’s tongue laved over
a spot he’d just bitten. He sucked again, alternately biting and then soothing
away the burn. In response, her pussy throbbed with the desperation to be
filled.

Her previous experience with two men had been nothing like
this. They’d demanded by using intimidation schemes to bully her into
submission. Even going as far as beating her if she didn’t conform to what they
wanted her to do.

Ryan pulled it from her, encouraging her to give it—and
herself—freely. Dade shared the same brand of domination as Ryan, which made
sense given their friendship.

Dade’s hands caressed her jaw, drawing a blunt nail against
her lips. His thumb traced a light line against the seam. He slipped the tip of
his finger into her mouth, tapping against the ridge of her teeth. “I think you
need something to lick.”

He parted his leather pants, the length of his cock
springing free. Long and hard, and
sweetChristalmighty
how was she
supposed to fit something so thick into her mouth? She was fairly certain her
jaw wouldn’t even open that wide. She lifted her gaze, and his grin widened.

She tensed, her mind racing as she tried to think of a way
to take the intimidating girth into her mouth. Her arms were useless behind the
straps, so she wouldn’t be able to control the pace and depth if he started
thrusting. What if he tried to shove himself down her throat? She wouldn’t be
able to breathe or signal she needed to stop.

“I know I don’t have any fancy decoration like your Master
does, but this isn’t supposed to be a chore, subbie.”

Ryan’s hand brushed over the back of her neck. “Don’t let
her fool you, Dade. She gives excellent head.”

Heat bloomed on her cheeks, Dade’s smile growing wider as
his thumb brushed against her skin. “That’s a very alluring shade of pink she’s
turning.”

“Can’t say I haven’t thought about what her ass would look
like wearing that particular shade.”

“I can see why.” Dade wrapped his hand around the base of
his straining erection as he offered it to her. “This help?”

She swallowed hard. “No Sir.”

He grunted as he teased her lips with the tip. Despite her
objection to his size, her mouth began to water. Pre-cum slicked over her lips
as he continued to rub. Her tongue darted between her lips, the salty-sweet
flavor of the fluid exploding on her palate.

Raw lust scraped at her, taking over reason and logic. She
wanted his dick in her mouth. She wanted his cum bathing her throat. Before
she’d realized she’d done it, she started tracing the bulging veins lining
Dade’s shaft.

“That’s a girl.” Dade growled softly as he pushed her long
hair out of her face. She sucked and licked, teasing the broad head with the
edge of her teeth before she laved away the sting. Gaining courage, she grew
bolder. Her mouth surrounded the tip, her tongue playing with the slit as she
took a bit more.

A soft hum sounded over her shoulder as Ryan’s fingers ran
between her legs. Caught between the two men, she rode the wave of pleasure
swelling inside her. Ryan made another noise as he teased her opening.