Seduced By My Doms BN (22 page)

“Hi. Um… what’s going on?” I stammered, utterly confused.

Both men slid a hungry gaze up and down my body.

“Wow,” James murmured. “You look incredible.”

“Simply edible,” Ian chimed in with a raspy voice.

“Thank you,” I shyly replied, wishing their eyes were their
hands, intently stroking me. “What are you two doing here?”

“I accidently spilled the beans,” Ian confessed sheepishly.
James didn’t say a word; he simply flashed me a knee-knocking, panty-melting
grin. “We’re here to take you to dinner.”

“Ah…
we
?” I stammered.

“Yes,” James affirmed. Ian simply nodded.

Offering up the flowers, James cupped my neck and drew me in
for a sweet and potent kiss. My heart skipped, remembering all the pleasure
he’d bestowed with that clever mouth of his.

“I’m glad you changed your mind, gorgeous,” he murmured in a
low, buttery tone before sliding his arm around my waist, taking me with him as
he stepped into the foyer.

Ian breezed in alongside me as well, and cupped his palm to
my nape. “I hope you’re not upset, but I told James about our conversation this
morning, little one.”

“Ah…no.”

I wasn’t upset or angry; I was relieved, and nervous. As
their powerful bodies closed in around me, anxiety leapt to life, and my
hormones began flipping off the charts.

“Good.” Ian smiled.

His tawny eyes clung to mine. I couldn’t keep from studying
the flecks of bronze and gold as he assessed me with an exacting stare.

“Why don’t we have a quick glass of wine before dinner?” Ian
suggested.

“Sure.” I nodded.

Something was different about Ian. His intensity seemed more
rigorous, as did a potent aura of sexual energy. It only served to coil my
insides up tighter. Plucking the bottle of wine from his hand, I wiggled out of
their hold and excused myself before darting off to the kitchen.

Searching for a vase and a bottle opener, I was aware that I’d
been followed. Their hot stares bore into my back as I searched through my
cabinets. Sucking in a fortifying breath, I discovered a vase at the back of
the pantry. Still avoiding their gaze, I filled the heavy, glass container with
water and began to arrange the flowers as my hands trembled.

Sensing someone behind me, I smelled James’ unique,
masculine scent seconds before he leaned against my back, surrounding me in the
warmth of his body. With familiar ease, he skimmed his hands down my arms
before he stilled my hands by threading his fingers in mine.

“Tell us what’s frightened you, gorgeous. We’ll talk it
out.” His husky voice made my body quiver.

“Okay,” I replied on a trembling breath.

Turning toward him, James’ straining erection caressed my
stomach. Our gazes locked and demand uncoiled like a spring. I darted a glance
at Ian, who leaned against the doorjamb, relaxed but appraising me keenly.
Doubt and fear overtook me.

Pushing away from James, I backed against the pantry.
Shaking like a leaf on a blustery, October day, I shook my head. “I’m not sure
I can do this.”

“We understand your anxiety,” James replied in a calm, even
tone. “I’ve told you before, Liz, you call the shots here. You’re the
submissive. That means you have all the power. You can change your mind and
take your control back anytime you want.”

“Of course, it goes without saying, we’d rather you didn’t,”
Ian added. Pushing off the wood, he moved in next to James. “But unless you
tell us everything you’re feeling, we can’t help you, little one.”

“I know that. I—I want to submit, but I’m not sure if I
can.” My words came out in a nervous rush. “I just don’t know if I’m ready to…”

“Allow us to make love to you together?” James’ voice dipped
in a silky, sultry slide, straight down my spine.

I nodded.

“Answers are spoken out loud, little one,” Ian reminded in a
tone that brooked obedience.

“Yes. Yes, Sirs.” I nodded.

“Very nice,” Ian purred. “Are you still worried that when we
soar you to the heavens we’ll think you’re nothing more than a vapid bimbo?”

“I’m trying not to, but…yes, a little bit,” I confessed on a
ragged sigh.

Drilling me with an expectant stare, Ian extended his hand.
Silently, he waited as I battled with my mixed emotions. Finally, I placed my
quaking fingers over his and he slowly pulled me to his chest. Skimming a
knuckle beneath my chin, he tipped my head back.

“Good girls do all kinds of naughty things, Liz. That
doesn’t make them bad, it makes them beautiful. I can’t wait to watch you throw
off your inhibitions for us. It makes my dick scream just thinking about it.”

I darted a nervous glance at James. “Is that what you want,
too? I mean are you okay with—”

“Very much so, Liz. But only if and when you’re ready.”
Sincerity lined James’ face. “Let’s start out with you letting Ian take a taste
of you, sweetheart. Are you okay with that?”

“He already has,” I confessed.

A hungry smile spread over James’ lips. “I know, but this
time I get to watch.”

The raw and carnal look in his eyes made my nipples draw up
tight and dampness spread between my legs. Slanting his head, Ian opened his
lips over mine. I knew what was about to happen, but I cleared my mind and
didn’t try to analyze it. As I parted for him, Ian plunged his tongue inside my
mouth, growling deep in his chest at my small show of submission. His kiss
turned savage. Ian gripped my wrists, directing my hand to his crotch. Sliding
his strong capable fingers over mine, he wrapped my fist around his steely
erection as he tongue-fucked my mouth, in long, lewd strokes.

Swarmed in sensations from every direction, the buzzing in
my ears turned to a roar as slickness spilled from my pussy, drenching my
thong.

Ian tasted of passion and sin, approval and need, conviction
and control. I could feel my brain slowly shutting down as desire and want
claimed all my thoughts. A low moan slid from my throat. I melted against his
chest and willingly let Ian devour me.

With an animalistic snarl, James pressed in close behind me.
His rugged scent melded with Ian’s and my head began spinning faster.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” James murmured in a raspy voice. “Open
wider for him, Liz. Let Ian fuck your mouth. He’d love to have his cock
thrusting past your pretty pink lips…probably as much as you’d love to have his
tongue deep inside your pussy. You’ll give us the sweet pleasure of all of you,
won’t you, gorgeous?”

James’ incinerating words torched every cell in my body, and
as I whimpered my assent, Ian swallowed the sounds.

“I can’t wait to devour you again,” James whispered. Sliding
his tongue over the shell of my ear, he strummed his fingers over my tightly
beaded nipples. “Feel your sweet nectar sliding over my tongue as I lap and
suck you to oblivion.”

As I tilted my head, writhing between them, James claimed
the soft flesh of my neck as Ian continued his lurid assault with his tongue.
Gripping his shoulders, I dug my nails into the fabric of Ian’s smooth cotton
shirt. And when he finally pulled away, he licked a circle around my lips,
taunting me with a skill meant to obliterate my self-control. It did. My needy
pussy clutched as I imagined his gifted tongue swirling over my swollen folds.

I held no illusions. When these two forceful men decided to
take me, they weren’t simply going to make love to me; they would destroy me.

Sliding his strong fingers into my hair, James tugged my
head back, twisting my neck to face him.

“Kiss me, girl,” James whispered.

His quiet command floated in my head like a kite in the
clouds.

Hesitating slightly, James clenched his fist, sending tingling
shards of pain to dance over my scalp. Ian swiped his tongue up my neck then
began nipping the flesh between his teeth. Exhaling on a blissful sigh, I gazed
into James’ eyes.

“Your Master has given you a command, little one. Kiss him.
Now.” Ian’s tone was silky, yet edged in steel.

Closing my eyes, I lifted my chin as James gently nudged his
lips to mine. I opened for him and he kissed me hard, before snaking his tongue
inside my mouth. His familiar taste and recognizable claim calmed me. I felt
safe. Protected. Loved.

Swallowing the tiny moans that escaped my throat, James
lifted one hand to my nape. Holding me steadfast against his mouth, he ate at
me, wild and untamed. And as he sank in even deeper, my body hummed in
heightened awareness.

Ian’s nimble fingers now plucked at my sensitive nipples. I
ached to strip off the barrier of clothing that separated us and feel the heat
of their hot, naked flesh against mine.

James abruptly pulled away. I mewled in frustration, then
tried to inch toward his mouth for more. But he held me firmly by my hair and
shook his head, refusing me while his hungry gaze fastened at my mouth.

“Pretty. Swollen, red, and slick…the way all your lips
should be for us,” James whispered.

Pressed between their rugged bodies, I bowed between them
like the branches of a weeping willow, mindless as their swollen erections, hot
and hard, prodded my pussy and ass. With the brush of their hands, caress of
their lips, and persuasive swipe of their tongues, Ian and James took control
of me with quiet but brutal command.

I felt like a puppet on a string as they controlled my every
response, wordlessly weaving me deeper and deeper into their Dominant spell. I
wanted them to crawl inside me, possess me with their indescribable passion,
and live out every nasty fantasy they ignited within.

“You set me on fire, little one,” Ian hissed.

The sexual tension flowed through us like a living creature,
mixing in a potent clash of brilliant and unharnessed energy. Ian’s stubble
rasped over my skin as he
burrowed
against my throat.
A chill slithered down my spine, and he issued a curse of delight as he grazed
his lips up and down the column of my neck.

I jolted from a vibration on the back of my thigh as James
growled, then pulled away. Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved his cell
phone. Ian stepped back as well, and I swayed on my feet. I felt drunk and
disoriented from gorging on lust, and claws of frustration crawled up my back.

Ian reached out to steady me, and I watched him arch a brow
at James before turning to glance at the clock on the stove.

“I guess the wine will need to wait until we come back
home,” James announced after reading a text.

“Are you ready for dinner, little one?” Ian asked.

Ready?
Oh I was ready all right, but not for food.
My libido had burst from the starting gate and was galloping down the hall,
straight to my bedroom.

“Eat? What, now?” I gasped.

A knowing smile tugged Ian’s swollen lips. “That’s why we’re
here. To take you to dinner.”

“But…”

“Come on, gorgeous. We have guests waiting for us.”

“Guests?” I felt as if I’d been doused in cold water. “Who?”

“We invited Dylan, Nick, and Savannah to join us,” James
replied with a mischievous grin.

“Why? I mean…where are we going?”

Please don’t say Genesis. Please don’t say Genesis.

“Maurizio’s. It’s the Italian place I was going to take you
to last night.” James smirked as he hooked his arm around my waist. “But we
ended up getting a little side-tracked. Are you allergic to any foods?”

“Um, no.”

“Great. Oh, and after dinner, we’re going to the club,” Ian
announced with a wicked grin. Evidently the look on my face was less than
encouraging. “Trial by fire doesn’t hurt…as long as you don’t mind a few
blisters.”

Adrenaline slammed me like a live wire, stealing my breath
and making me tremble.

Oh shit.

Inside James’ massive truck I found myself wedged between
him and Ian. I hadn’t even remembered leaving my house. My thoughts had been
skipping like flat stones careening across a lake ever since Ian announced we
were going to Genesis.

Conscious of their muscular thighs pressed against mine and
the luscious heat leaching through the fabric of their pants, arousal throbbed
deep.

“Why are we having dinner with Dylan, Nick, and Savannah, if
you don’t mind me asking?”

“We thought being around others who share our particular
tastes might ease your anxiety and erase the preconceived notions you have
about threesomes.”

“I’m sure you have a whole laundry list of questions running
through that beautiful head of yours,” Ian added as he rested his hand on my
thigh. A mischievous grin spread across his lips. “Of course by the end of the
meal, the four of us might lay you and Savannah out on a couple of tables, and
lick dessert from your bodies.”

“Ha, ha,” I responded dryly. Though there was something
enchanting about Ian’s sardonic sense of humor, a part of me worried he might
be serious.

A chuckle floated from his throat. “You think I’m kidding?”

“I certainly hope so.”

“You’re not into exhibitionism, Liz?” James grinned. “I
mean, at least not yet?”

“Oh lord,” I groaned on a skittish sigh. “No, Sir. Not yet.”

“Good. That’ll give us something to work up to,” Ian
chuckled.

I tensed.

“Relax, gorgeous,” James placated. “I have a private room at
the club. For now we’ll keep you shielded.”

Butterflies took flight in my belly. I wondered what they
planned to do to me at the club. By the time James pulled into the parking lot
and we made our way inside the restaurant, I’d nearly worked myself into a
full-blown panic attack. Somehow I managed to swallow down the urge to throw
up.

Ian and James waved to several people I recognized from the
hospital before ushering me back to a separate dining area. The room was
totally empty except for Dylan, Nick, and Savannah, who were seated at a long
table, wearing smiles.

“About time they let you up for food and water, Liz,” Dylan
quipped with a dashing smile.