Sarah’s Billionaire Doms (12 page)

“What the hell, Randy? Did I tell you—” The door to one of the rooms swung open, revealing a face Damon had only seen in photos.

“Michael Rivers,” Damon hissed. “You took something of ours.”

The asshole’s face twisted, but he wasn’t dumb. Michael slammed the door shut behind him.

“Fuck,” Jared muttered under his breath.

“Stand watch,” Damon told Jerry. Jared and he walked cautiously to the door. When Jared raised his handgun, Damon grabbed his arm. “Sarah might be in there.”

Jared took a deep breath and nodded. Damon yanked the door open. It wasn’t even locked.

“Take a step further, and I’ll blow her brains out,” Michael hollered, face purple.

For a second, Damon couldn’t comprehend the scene. The windowless room was stripped of furnishings except the tools hanging on the walls and the slumped figure hanging the in the middle. Damon didn’t know where to look. Something inside him had snapped, seeing Sarah’s limp figure. Blood and bruises painted her gorgeous body crimson and purple. With her eyes closed and half her face a red mask, Damon almost thought her dead, except he saw the pathetic rise and fall of her chest.

“You selfish bastard,” Jared spat.

“Put down your fucking weapons. I run the show here.” Michael sneered, pressing the barrel of a custom-handled, gold-plated revolver against the side of Sarah’s bowed head.

Jared growled, but Damon took a step forward. “You’re not getting out of this clean, Michael. The police are coming.”

Michael snorted. “They can’t touch me.”

“Can the Feds? I hear they’re very interested about the less-than-savory aspects of your business,” Damon said.

Michael’s smile faltered. Damon didn’t need to look behind him to know Jared had taken position, ready to draw his gun at a second’s notice. “That’s right, fucker. You think you’re the only one with friends? They’re only small fish in a very large ocean.”

Damon knew how to handle pompous monsters like Michael who used their wealth and influence to get whatever they wanted. Pull all their assets from underneath their feet, and they became like everyone else.

“You have no idea who you’re dealing with, you upstart prick,” Michael hissed, taking a step towards him, forgetting his human shield.

Certain he wouldn’t hit Sarah, Jared fired, shooting Michael in the left kneecap. The bastard howled, dropping his gun as he went down. Damon calmly kicked the revolver away when Michael reached for it. Jared stepped beside him and shot Michael next in the groin.

Damon’s neck snapped to Sarah’s direction when he heard a small moan of protest emerge from her lips. To his horror, her eyelids fluttered opened. Confused at first, they regained clarity. Damon hoped the next time Sarah woke up, she’d be in a hospital bed with him and Jared by her side, ready to offer her comfort. Not this ongoing nightmare. When Sarah replayed these events in her head, would she finally see the real them? That they could be monsters, too?

But Damon severely underestimated the woman they loved. Horror and repulsion weren’t the emotions etched on Sarah’s face. Instead, there was fierce approval there. He felt a little ashamed for doubting her. Since the start of their rocky relationship, she always accepted their flaws without question.

“Jared. End it,” Damon said hoarsely.

Jared frowned, and then froze when he saw Sarah had regained consciousness. Still, he knew the job, and it was only a matter of time until the building’s residents reported the commotion and sounds of gunfire. Damon glimpsed the flash of steel as Michael’s hand disappeared into the inside pocket of his blazer.

“Jared!” Damon yelled.

Jared saw the hidden blade in time, its edge missing his ankle and slicing his leather shoe instead.

“Fucker,” Damon muttered, kicking at Michael’s hand to push the knife away.

“Enough,” Jared said, then fired his last bullet into Michael Rivers’ head.

Damon quickly went to Sarah. “Help me take her down.”

Together, they cut away her restraints. Damon caught her swiftly in his arms, wincing as her freshly lashed back hit his skin. She moaned softly in his arms, light as a feather. Jared tucked aside loose strands of her blood-soaked hair and kissed her cheek.

“You’re safe now, little one,” Jared whispered. He stepped aside so Damon could lay a kiss on her forehead.

Weary but relieved emerald eyes turned to him.

“From now on, no one can ever hurt you again,” Damon finished.

“Let’s head home,” Jared added.

Sarah turned her head slightly to peer at Jared. “Where’s that?” she asked in a small voice.

“With us, because you’re ours now, baby. Ours to love, cherish, and protect, so you better get used to that,” Jared said, but Sarah had already lost consciousness.

“Let’s get her to the emergency room quick,” Damon said, finally walking out of the nightmare with Sarah in his arms.

A Month Later

Sarah woke, her body soaked in sweat, still reliving the same nightmare. Calming her heartbeats, she flung the comforter aside. Inhaled and exhaled, and took in her surroundings. Same bedroom she usually shared with Damon and Jared. She was safe and sound. Like the brothers said, no one else could hurt her now. Sarah didn’t know how they did it, but Michael’s body was never found. He was still on the run from the Feds and was rumored to be halfway around the world by now.

It was sometimes hard to believe Damon and Jared came in time to save her, to finish off Michael when he was nearly done with her. The doctors said if Damon and Jared had only been a couple of minutes late, she’d be dead. During her bad days, though, Sarah could still intently feel them—the old scars itching. After that, the shakes would come, but Damon or Jared made it a point to never leave her alone in a room. She complained they were missing out on work, but they always brushed it off.

“Another bad dream?” Jared asked. Still soaking wet, he emerged from the bathroom, wearing only a towel around his waist.

Sarah gave him a small smile. “Dreams can’t hurt me.”

He regarded her for a couple of minutes. Under his contemplative gaze, Sarah felt completely stripped bare like always. By reflex, she lifted the sheets up to her breasts. Looking at Jared so hard, golden and flawless, she still couldn’t help but wonder why he and Damon would risk all to retrieve her, to choose her. Even though Damon and Jared had seen her ruined body at its worst, she sometimes still felt self-conscious.

“Don’t.”

One word, firm and final, made her drop her hand. The sheets pooled back down. Tentatively, she met his gaze, and the raw emotions there—protectiveness, left-over anger, and sadness—tugged at her heart strings.

“You’re perfect the way you are.” Jared approached the bed.

He lifted her chin, and droplets from his skin hit hers. She swallowed when Jared traced the tender line of her throat, fingertips alternating between her flesh and the thin leather collar buckled there—a reminder she was theirs, in every sense of the word. Sarah had another day-collar, a simple white-gold chain with both their initials, but in the privacy of their home, she liked the firm texture of leather.

“Be proud of your scars, little one,” another voice added.

Sarah didn’t need to turn her head to know it was Damon, probably standing by the door way and watching their exchange. Soft footsteps followed, and Damon slid into the bed a second later. He pressed something soft against her shoulder, letting its leather strands tickle her skin. Sarah shivered, realizing it was a flogger. Damon’s favorite.

“You’ll take twenty blows for my brother because you hid yourself from me,” Jared chided.

“Yes, Master Jared,” Sarah murmured.

When Damon pressed the handle of the flogger near her lips, she kissed it. Sarah caught the approval that flashed over his face before he created a path of kisses starting from the faded scar on her left shoulder, the side of her jaw, then finished with a rough and hungry kiss that made her toes curl.

After Damon released her, he flashed her a wicked smile. “Lie on Jared’s lap. He’ll hold you down while I punish the tender parts of you, sub.”

Moisture flooded between her legs at those words, and both brothers could no doubt see her tits beginning to harden. Jared sat on the edge of the bed, patting his toweled lap. Sarah lay on her back as Jared pinned her hands above her head, his grip firm and secure. It had been over a month since she moved in with her billionaire Doms permanently, and they’d always been careful with her, terrified she’d somehow break under harder implements.

Beneath her, Damon curled his fingers over her right ankle and parted her legs.

“Look at that pretty pink pussy. Already wet for me, little subbie?” Damon asked.

When she didn’t answer fast enough, Jared held her wrists one-handed and used his other to pinch her left nipple. At the delicious flare of pain, Sarah moaned.

“I can’t help myself, Master Damon,” she remembered to answer.

Damon chuckled. “Are you going to be able to keep your legs still, or do I have to use the spreader bar?”

“I’ll try my best, Sir.”

That earned her another pinch on her right nipple. Above her, Jared smiled at her fondly. Seeing the tenderness there sent jolts right to her chest and groin. Damon didn’t start immediately. He trailed the tips of the flogger over her tits, down her ribs, thighs, and finally her soaking cunt. Damon made her repeat her safeword, a ritual both her Masters seemed to want her to remember. As much as it frustrated her, she understood that, in a way, they wanted to remind her they were never going to take that power away from her. With them, she’d always be safe and have a choice.

Deeming her ready, Damon delivered light blows over her nipples, teasing the tips to sensitive points, before he left stinging welts across her inner thighs and tender pussy lips. Sarah squirmed, groaned, and forced herself to keep still as he increased the intensity.

After a set of twenty, Damon paused to ask, “Where are we at, Sarah?”

“Green, Master Damon.”

She felt the brush of Jared’s lips on her forehead. “Can you take more for Damon, little one?”

“It will be my pleasure, Sir,” Sarah responded, breathless with need.

Damon walked to their drawer of toys to pick up a wicked strap. After returning to his position, he palmed the new welts on her skin before starting a fresh set of twenty. Half-way there, Sarah was tormented near her limits. She pleaded, moaned, and begged.

“Remember the rules, pet. No coming without our permission,” Jared reminded her.

“I remember, Master,” she murmured.

Damon discarded the strap and crawled between her legs. She swallowed when he kept her sensitive thighs apart, and then lowered his handsome head to her swollen pussy lips. Feeling his talented tongue beginning to circle her pierced clit, Sarah bit back a moan. He slid a finger into her slick folds while he worked on her swollen nub. Damon began finger-fucking her, pushing her near the edge, but he drew back when she was close to bursting point.

Unable to help herself, she let out a frustrated groan.

Damon licked his lips, appraising her and no doubt enjoying her discomfort. “Be a good girl and take care of my brother.”

That suggestion perked her up. Jared released her wrists, looking at her expectantly.

“It would be my pleasure, Master Damon.”

Laughing, Damon helped her to flip over onto her belly. Jared took off his towel so Sarah had a view of his half-erect member. He gently threaded fingers into her hair and led her to his length. Eager to start, Sarah flicked the pre-cum off his tip with relish, taking her time to trace his veined length from crown to root.

Jared growled, tugging at her hair. “No teasing, little one. If you do a good job, we’ll reward you by taking you.”

“Both of you, Master?” Sarah asked, unable to keep the eagerness out of her voice.

“If you perform this task in a satisfactory matter,” Jared reminded her.

“That’s a given. Our sub’s an excellent little cocksucker,” Damon said.

Sarah was glad he couldn’t see the heat flooding to her cheeks or the pleasure filling her eyes. Keeping her gaze lowered, she took Jared’s cock between her lips. She could hear Damon moving around, probably getting ready. Sarah couldn’t wait to feel their shafts filling both her holes completely, eventually sending her mind flying thirty-thousand feet in the air.

Still, she took her time, applying suction with every inch. By now, she had grown used to Jared’s size, easily taking him in her mouth without gagging once. She bobbed her head expertly up and down until Jared thickened under her ministrations.

“That’s enough for now, little one. I want to finish in you,” Jared said, withdrawing his prick out of her mouth. She licked her lips, looking up at him. He beamed. “Good girl.”

The praise warmed her insides. She felt Damon behind her, palming her ass.

“Do you think you deserve a reward, little sub?” Damon asked in a teasing voice.

“Please fuck me, Masters.”

That made both men chuckle.

Jared spread himself flat on his back near the edge of the bed. “Get into position, sub.”

They had all gotten tests and came out clean, so they dispensed with condoms long ago. Sarah mounted him, sighing as she slid her soaked pussy down his hard shaft until he was buried hilt-deep inside her. Resting her hands over his firm pectorals, Sarah began to rotate her hips, moving up and down, left and right in sensual circles as Jared growled beneath her.

“Fuck, that’s hot. Up we go, sub,” Damon commanded.

Sarah felt his hands on her hips as he positioned her on her knees. She spread her legs wider, sighing as she felt his wet fingers lubing her puckered asshole. Damon slid a finger in, then another, and began scissoring her for his access. Her thighs, tits, and pussy still felt slightly sensitive from the punishment she’d taken, but they only served to heighten her pleasure.

Jared reached out for her clit and began drawing circles as Damon nudged his cock head into her ass. Damon entered her slowly, until she got used to him, before sheathing himself completely in her. The burn quickly faded, and Damon drew out so Jared could lower her waiting pussy down his shaft again. Her Masters took turns, with Damon mounting her ass and Jared her cunt. They filled both her holes completely, gaining speed with each stroke, and going deep and deeper. A long shuddering moan tore out of her as Jared hit her sweet spot.