Submissive Beauty (24 page)

“Oh. My. God. I can’t believe the nerve of that dickhead.”

Gabby smiled again. Leave it to Angel to hit the nail on the head with one simple statement. She stood and removed her gloves, brushing the loose dirt and debris from her clothes.

“I take it you’ve finished listening to all of them.”

“Hell, yes, and he’s lucky he’s not here right now, or I’d have him on the ground while I kicked his balls.”

Gabby believed she would, too.

“I can’t believe everything he said. He really frightened me, Angel. He probably broke into my house.”

“Did you find the gift he was talking about?”

She shook her head, “Nothing that I could see, but I was kind of afraid to walk through the house on my own. I don’t trust him. He could have done anything.”

“Well, I walked every room, and I didn’t see anything that looked like a gift.” She handed Gabby one of the margaritas she’d carried outside. “Do you really think he broke in? When you got home did you find any signs that someone had been here.”

Gabby considered that. She’d had to unlock the dead bolt like normal and turn off the alarm. Nothing at all had seemed different. “No, not that I could tell.”

“Maybe, he’s bullshitting you. Just trying to scare you.”

“Maybe.” She took another sip of the sweet drink, letting the frozen slushy sit on her tongue.

“Holy crap, Gabby. What is that around your neck? Is that a collar?” Angel stepped closer, her nose nearly touching it.

“It’s a training collar. I just got it.”

“Holy hell, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. Sit, sit, you must give me all the details and maybe if they’re juicy enough, I’ll forgive you for holding out on me.”

“I wasn’t exactly holding out. This is the first chance I’ve had to come home in days. They’ve kept me really busy.”

Angel’s brow arched. “They’ve?”

“Yes, Thomas and David.”

“Well, I’ll be damned. That Thomas sure does work fast these days. It won’t be long now. Maybe I should have brought the whole bottle of Tequila out here.”

Chapter Seventeen

Gabby’s heart pounded as she grabbed her bags and things from the car and rushed up the walkway. She couldn’t believe how late she was, but she and Angel had gotten carried away in their conversations until almost sunset. She’d missed her friend, and spending that time with her calmed her fears about Scott. That and the alcohol. She’d had to cut herself off, drink some coffee and take a shower before she was comfortable driving herself back to Thomas’. She’d spied both their cars in the garage as soon as she’d pulled up the drive.

Fuck, there was going to be hell to pay for this.

She’d promised to return before they got home from work, and now, they’d beat her home. Hopefully, they hadn’t been here long, and it wouldn’t be too big of deal. Her pulse raced faster as she turned the knob to the front door. She was as nervous now as she’d been the first night she’d come here. Still, so much had happened since then.

In the foyer, she dropped all of her belongings and flung her shoes with them. She’d put on as little clothing as possible before she’d left her house so she could undress quickly when she arrived. She lifted the sundress over her head, and the cool air inside the house brushed against her skin, tightening her nipples and quickening her sex.

It was actually a relief to remove the dress since they’d taught her to be comfortable in her own skin and embrace the body she had. It was one of the most liberating lessons she’d learned so far.

“You’re late.” Thomas’s voice rumbled from the dining room behind her.

“I’m so sorry. Angel came over, and we were drinking margaritas and catching up and time got away from us.” Words tumbled out of her mouth so fast even she barely understood them, but she couldn’t stop. “As soon as I realized how late it was, I came as quickly as I could.”

Thomas lifted a finger to her lips and quieted her down. “Relax, Gabrielle. You’re strung too tight. These things happen. I’m not a complete dickhead.”

She wanted to smile, she really did, but instead tears threatened to spill, horrifying her. She quickly cast her eyes downward and placed her arms behind her. A submissive posture that would not only be respectful, but hide her eyes from his all-knowing gaze.

“I’m still sorry, Sir.”

“Well, don’t be. In fact, I’m proud that you would rush home in your effort to be on time and you undressed the minute the door closed behind you. It’s very good progress, I’d say.”

A rush of heat crept up her neck and face at his words. “Thank you, Sir.”

“We have a surprise for you.”

Her head shot up at David’s voice to find him standing side by side with Thomas in front of her, a black sash held in his hand. A bolt of fear struck her gut as she contemplated what they were up to.

Hold it together, Gabby. You can do this. This is what you wanted and you aren’t going to let your fear of Scott stop it.

“What kind of surprise?” she asked quietly.

“Now if we told you it wouldn’t be much of a surprise now, would it?” David’s warm smile went a long way in settling her nerves. “You trust us, don’t you?”

She nodded.

“Enough to let us blind you and lead you to your surprise?” Thomas challenged.

She swallowed hard, her tongue licking at her lips. “Yes, Sirs. I trust you both.”

“I hope so, Gabrielle, because I’d like to take your training to the next level, but we won’t get very far if you have doubts about us.”

Doubting them was not the problem. It was that damned ex-husband who wouldn’t leave her alone that caused her anxiety. “I don’t have doubts. I’ve never wanted to be anywhere more in my life than in this room now with both of you at your service.”

David stepped forward, his arm lifting to hold the sash in front of her eyes. “We shall see soon enough. Look at me.”

Her head lifted, and his brilliant blue eyes connected with her gaze. Her belief in him was rock solid. She just wished she knew how to ask for a night off, a night to relax and get past this mess she was in.

“Lock your hands behind your back.”

Without hesitation her arms shifted, and she grabbed her hands at the small of her back without taking her eyes from David.

“Are you okay with wearing a blindfold?”

“Yes, Sir.” The idea actually excited her a little. She was dying of curiosity to see what came next.

David wrapped the cloth around her head, immersing her into the dark.

“Can you see anything?” he whispered at her ear.

She shook her head. A slight tremor of fear shivered through her as she fought to stay perfectly calm. She could do this.

“Gabby, you need to respond verbally to all questions. We can’t gauge the extent of your feelings without hearing your voice. It’s critical to our job of keeping you safe, comfortable and satisfied.”

David stepped away from her, and she immediately mourned the loss of his heat. Silence surrounded her, and she sucked in a breath. Had they walked away, or were they standing there staring at her? She fought the urge to cover herself, knowing full well that if she did, she would be punished.

“Breathe, Gabrielle. Don’t be afraid. Remember what you just told us. Think of the trust.” Thomas’s voice sounded slightly different. Huskier. “Do you still think we’ll be able to keep you safe?”

“Yes, Sir.” She locked her knees and stiffened her spine to keep from moving too much. She would follow their directions no matter what. It pleased her to please them.

“Good girl.”

Cloth rustled, and she wondered if they were removing their clothes as well. With the blindfold covering her eyes, she began to notice some of her other senses sharpening. Here in the foyer of Thomas’ house, she could detect the faint lemony smell of the furniture polish. Probably from the sideboard that gleamed by the door. She could hear the water running in the small fountain that sat on Thomas’ desk in his office. The tinkling was faint, but she recognized it. He must have left the door ajar.

Fingers grazed against her shoulder, and she flinched. Whoever was touching her didn’t stop, they traced along her skin to the curve of her neck and under her chin. When the hand reached her lips it lingered there for a moment, and Gabby stuck out her tongue to get a taste. She sighed wistfully at the texture of a work-roughened hand. Both men were hard workers, and it was impossible to tell which one it was who lingered on her mouth.

She inhaled deeply and thought she caught a faint trace of Thomas’ aftershave. A musk that lingered on his clothes and everywhere he went. God, she loved that smell. Was it Thomas who touched her? Her fingers and arms practically itched to move, to do some exploring of her own. When his hand continued its path down the other side of her body until it reached the peak of a taut nipple, she couldn’t take it anymore. Her hand blindly reached in front of her and connected with a silk shirt. Oh yeah…Thomas.

Two hands grabbed at her arms and roughly returned them to her side. “No touching. If you can’t control them, I could always tie them for you.”

A small gasp fell from her lips, and her sex swelled at the sensual image of being both blindfolded and restrained.

“You like that idea, don’t you?” His warm breath caressed her ear. “Does it make you wet, Gabrielle? If I reach down and stroke my pussy, what will I find?”

“Wetness.” She forced the word out. Her heart rate kicked up, and her breathing turned heavier.

Lips touched her nipple, a chaste kiss before moving to the other and repeating the move. Her back arched slightly, seeking more. God, she wanted him to suck them, pinch them, anything…

“She’s already growing impatient.”

“Maybe being away from us all day has left her needy.”

“Are you needy, my beauty?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. That should make tonight all the more fun.”

Thomas’ hands cupped her breasts and pushed them together. His face dipped between the cleavage, inhaling slowly before blowing out his warm breath across her sensitized skin.

More hands grabbed at her ass, squeezing her cheeks until she cried out. “I can’t wait to get a whip on this ass. Or maybe a crop,” David threatened.

She was beginning to fall under their spell, their hands and mouths working over her, building her arousal until her skin flashed hot with need.

Thomas changed his methods from soft lifts to the slightly sharper graze of his teeth across one nipple and then the other.

“
Ooh
…”

“You like it when I start to play a little rough, don’t you?”

She nodded.

“Good, because we’re just getting started.”

She lost focus on Thomas’ words when David’s hands pulled her cheeks wide. “This ass is mine tonight. And I’m going to fuck you there right after you beg me for it.” One of his fingers tapped against her tight anus, and shudders of delight rushed through her. Moisture flooded her sex and trickled across the tops of her thighs.

“Fuck, just looking at that berry red tight hole has me hard as steel. Thomas, are you sure we can’t play a little first?”

“Nope, not yet. We have to stick to the plan. I want our little beauty buzzing at one hundred percent as she tries to figure out our plans.”

“What are we going to do?” She couldn’t resist asking the question.

“Oh no, sweetheart. You have to wait and see. Patience is the name of the game tonight.”

She blew out a hard breath and tried not to focus on David’s finger prodding her hole. If she didn’t get her mind elsewhere, she’d be breaking all the rules in record time.

“Do you want me to take you here?” His finger slipped an inch inside when he asked.

“Yes, please.” Everything seemed to be so much stronger tonight. Her need, their need, their desire to tease her to death.

“I can hardly wait. I’m going to bend you over and watch your ass greedily suck me in one inch at a time.”

Her pussy clenched hard. She needed him right now more than she thought she ever had. What was going on? Why so strong?

She gasped for air, dragging long breaths deep into her lungs.
Don’t panic.

“Calm down, Gabrielle. We can’t have you coming quite yet. We have much more in store for you tonight.” Thomas’s words buzzed around her head as she felt the fog slipping into her mind. His lips covered hers for a long drugging kiss, and she leaned into his body for comfort. Somehow, she managed to keep her hands at her sides and shiver only once when David released her ass.

“It’s time.”

Thomas pulled his tongue from her mouth and rested his forehead against hers. “You make me wish we could stay in tonight. I need you.”

“We aren’t staying in?” That seemed to clear some of the fuzz in her brain.

“No, my beauty. We’re going out.”

“Do I need to get dressed?”

“No, you do not. You’re perfect just as you are.”