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“Hey, I thought you might need this.”

Max yanked away from Ana, his head snapping up to find his brother standing just inside the door staring at them. Heat flooded his gaze, his lips parting slightly as he surveyed the scene. “Damn, you guys work fast.”

“Damn it, Josh.”

Unabashed and drawn to the encounter he’d interrupted, Josh slowly walked toward them, a bulge growing behind his fly. “Don’t worry,” he said, his tone distracted. “Wonder assistant left her post. She didn’t see me come in here.” He gestured a hand at them. “She didn’t see this.”

“Stay still,” Max warned Ana. He levered himself up and sat back on his heels, staying between her splayed legs. Looking up at his brother, he saw an important lesson for Ana to learn.

What was he doing to her? Ana squeezed her eyes shut. Staying still when he’d touched her with his hands and mouth had been nearly impossible. Now with his brother standing over them, he wanted her to stay still? Her first instinct was to fling her arms over her breasts and turn away. This was Josh, Max’s kid brother, the same one who’d hooted at her when she’d go out on dates during high school. Letting him see her half-naked almost seemed perverse. It didn’t matter that he was years over the drinking age.

“Ana,” Max growled.

She opened her eyes and looked at him, almost afraid of what she’d find there. This was the same as Tyler…almost. Max wouldn’t hurt her but for all intents and purposes, it appeared to her that he intended to share her with his brother. Her stomach churned.

It appeared he’d let another man fuck her.

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He certainly wasn’t ordering Josh to get the hell out. Instead, he reached for her hand. “Stand up. Let Josh look at you.”

Without waiting for her compliance, he pulled her to her feet. He guided her hands behind her back, placing them over the top of her ass in the same way he required when she kneeled.

“Hands like this. Feet apart,” he told her, standing behind her and whispering in her ear. He trailed his fingers lightly over her arms. Goose bumps rose in their wake and she struggled not to tremble. Other than standing, he hadn’t said she could move.

Feeling Max so close behind her while his brother stood before her looking tenderly into her eyes sent a confusion of sensations racing through her. Her nipples tightened painfully, begging to be touched…by either of them…while a rush of arousal flooded into her cleft.

Josh’s gaze dropped to her chest and his brows drew together as he lightly touched the bruised flesh. Ana sucked in a tremulous breath though he didn’t notice. His focus shot to Max, his expression askance with disbelief. “You didn’t—”

“Tyler,” Max said, his voice a deadly rumble.

“That bastard.”

Ana wanted to scowl. Or better, scream. Okay, already. The man sucked. She was standing here practically naked and no one seemed to really notice—except for the damn bruises. Well, Max had noticed when she was on the floor but come on…

It wasn’t that she wanted to sleep with Josh and so far Max wasn’t asking her to prove anything. However, her master’s lack of communication didn’t instill hope in her that she’d know only his possession. Her thoughts dissolved as Josh lifted her chin with two fingers and kissed her. Really kissed her with a gentle sweep of his tongue into her mouth. He tasted of coffee and sugar. Completely Josh. The piercing on his tongue pulled across her sensitive inner lip.

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her of his protective presence. Max wouldn’t leave her to fly alone through the disorienting emotions tensing her limbs. He buried his face in her hair, whispering how beautiful she was while Josh plundered her mouth, finding portions that Max hadn’t touched. Aside from his mouth on hers, though, Josh didn’t touch her.

She knew how sexual he was. She’d watched him in action for years. So why didn’t he touch her? Was there something wrong with her? She locked her hands together to keep from covering herself or shoving him so she could dive away. Of course nothing was wrong with her, physically anyway. She wasn’t ready to tackle the ghosts haunting her inner psyche. If there was something lacking in her she wouldn’t be sandwiched between two wonderful men.

Her pussy tingled as she gave her all to the kiss, ever aware of Max holding her.

She’d run from relationship to relationship, never finding what she needed. Never trusting any union to last, especially when the guy discovered her needs—needs considered perverse by bland middle-class standards. Her need for bondage and discipline even scared the bad boys who liked to play at being tough but really weren’t.

They didn’t understand she didn’t want to be abused. She wanted—

Max splayed his hands on her abdomen, holding her still and exerting his control over her. He had the power. She’d given it over to him and now he was giving her exactly what she wanted.
This
was what she wanted. Being mastered. Losing her control…willingly.

With Max all the crap in her past ceased to matter.

From behind, he dragged a palm up her body until he cupped a breast. His long fingers toyed with her taut nipple, drawing tight the nerves that yanked at her womb.

She whimpered into Josh’s mouth as her release drew closer from her lover’s touch alone.

Max’s other hand traveled down her thigh, slipping beneath her skirt. He brushed across the top of her lace-topped, thigh-high nylons.

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“So hot. For me?” he whispered, fingering the lace. Unable to answer, she made an affirmative sound in her throat. Heat built in her center. She wanted to scream “touch me, give me the release you denied me”. She couldn’t without releasing Josh’s mouth.

At that moment, unless Max would immediately begin kissing her, she’d rather have stopped breathing.

Frustration building, she waited. Her fingers curled around the cock pressed to them. Deny her, would he? Slowly, she stroked up and down his rigid length, dragging her thumb over the clearly palpable head and wishing two layers of cloth didn’t separate his flesh from her palm.

“Oh, angel,” he murmured, thrusting into her grip. Abandoning her thigh, he snaked his hand toward her pussy. She sighed in relief, widening her stance and fisting his arousal.

Max sucked in a breath when he encountered her uncovered curls. “You are a bad, bad girl.”

And she hoped she’d be punished appropriately. And soon. She was so wet for him, she was sure he’d find an ocean when he finally entered her. She squeezed him, envisioning the hard length stretching her needy channel.

Max groaned. He worked one long finger inside her slick folds. The touch alone, so long coming, triggered a wave of jagged tremors. Ana cried out, the sound absorbed by Josh’s mouth. He stabbed his tongue in and out of her mouth, simulating what she desperately needed Max to do to her sheath. Locking her knees, she endeavored to stay still and not rock against Max’s hand.

Josh stepped back and she barely noticed it. Her sole focus was in the way Max rubbed up and down her clit. Unbearable tension circled upon itself inside her, drawing tighter and tighter until she gritted her teeth. She needed him inside her.

“You want release?” Max growled. His fingers shoved along the length of her folds, tracing her opening while Josh watched, his eyes intent on his brother’s movements.

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zipper holding up her skirt. He pulled his hand away only long enough for the fabric to cascade to her feet. Heat crept up neck and into her face while evidence of her arousal flooded onto Max’s hand.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“What was that, slave? Did you address me?”

Oh right. What was she supposed to…

“Yes, Master,” she replied. Yes, she wanted to come. At her master’s hands. She needed it and she didn’t care if Josh was watching or not. Shame crimped the edges of her consciousness. She not only didn’t care if he watched…she wanted him to.

Max plowed two fingers hard into her already convulsing sheath, his thumb pressing her clit. He’d waited too long. She’d needed release too long. She came on a muffled scream, her body clamping around his surging digits as she held Josh’s stare.

Her knees buckled. However, Max caught her, his arm tight around her waist.

She’d never shared such an intimate moment with anyone.

“Fucking beautiful,” Josh commented. His thumb traced her parted lips. She drew it inside, watching his eyes go dark as she sucked it the same way she would have if it had been the cock trying to shove out of his pants.

Suddenly he pulled free and backed a few steps away, visibly shaken. “I’m—” he broke off staring at Max’s fingers buried inside her pussy. “I’m going.”

Ana stared at him through a haze, almost unable to comprehend. He was going to what?

“Lock the door this time, baby brother,” Max growled.

“I’ll hardwire your office to the paging system if you ever call me that again,” Josh muttered. He looked at Ana again, his hand drifting toward his cock before he fisted his fingers and forced his arm to his side. It didn’t erase the need in his face.

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“Get. Out,” Max rasped. He’d barely borne it to see his brother at Ana’s lips, to know she’d kissed him so passionately. It shocked him that he wanted to punch his little brother for his presumption. It was childish and beneath him and more fucking possessive than he’d ever been in his life. He’d lashed out, reminding Josh of his position in the family. He’d apologize later.

Josh gave a mock salute and left, the door thudding behind him.

“Why did he—”

Max spun her around, stroking his fingers into her once more. “He wants you. He wants to fuck this tight passage that belongs to me. He wants to taste you. I won’t let him. Cresses don’t share, angel. It’s practically our credo.
I won
’
t share
. You need to remember that. Josh knows it. That’s why he left. I couldn’t just tell you. It was for you to learn.” He lifted his soaked fingers to her lips. “Taste what he wants, angel.”

Obediently, she parted her lips and sucked her essence from his fingers, her eyelids closing as she moaned. The erotic sound sliced through his restraint, cutting away the precious few pieces of control he still commanded.

“I might let you be tasted,” he managed. “But I will never share you. Not like Tyler wanted. Josh wouldn’t dare touch you. He knows you’re mine.”

Her eyes opened and she studied him. Questions filled her passion-glazed gaze.

Questions he didn’t want to answer. Not yet. She wasn’t ready.

“For now,” she murmured.

For always
.

Without answering, he stepped back. Right. Training. She expected him to train her.

“One of the first things a submissive must learn is that her Dom’s pleasure comes first.

His pleasure comes from your obedience. His pleasure comes from your willingness to meet his needs. Finally his pleasure comes from your pleasure.”

My pleasure comes from you
,
angel
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“Your pleasure has always given me pleasure, Max,” she confessed quietly. The hundreds of times she’d done nice things for him, made him smile or just been there filled his mind. Ana had been submissive to him for years and neither of them had realized it. Even now, she dropped to her knees without him asking and reached for his fly. Hands poised above the closure, she looked up at him, silently asking permission.

Oh God
,
yes
. He nodded and prayed he wouldn’t lose himself the second her lips wrapped around him.

He toed off his shoes and socks while she slowly lowered his zipper.

“What made you change your mind?” he asked, needing a distraction.

Her hands paused in the act of pushing down his pants and underwear. She glanced up at him in surprise.

“I know you were going to say no,” he continued. “Why didn’t you?”

“Last night, after Tyler called me, I did a reading.”

A tarot card reading, he surmised. He liked to have her do them for him. Not because he necessarily believed but because he loved the husky, mystical tone her voice took on as she explained each card and its position. How many boners had he hidden while she’d shared her gypsy heritage with him? Hell, the one time she’d let him sit in on an incantation, she’d sounded as breathless as if he’d been driving into her sweet body. He’d nearly lost it in his jeans.

“And,” he prompted, shoving off his shirt. She finished pushing his pants over his hips and he kicked free of them, his cock standing proud and ready for her. She sat back on her heels, her tongue gliding over her bottom lip. It didn’t escape his notice that she’d automatically reverted to the position he’d taught her.

“They told me to accept your offer.”

“Really? As easy as that, they said ‘take Max’s proposition to train you’.”

She made a face and pulled him between her parted knees. “Something like that,”

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her head, she dragged her tongue along the bottom of his penis before stretching upward and engulfing the sensitive head between her soft lips. It took all his power to keep from driving deep as the damp heat closed around him. How much better and more difficult would it be when he finally filled her pussy?

His hand caught the back of her head, tangling in her hair and he pulled his cock free of her mouth. He caught it in his other hand and guided it back toward her. Slowly, he traced her lips with the tip while her tongue flicked out to gather the tiny droplets marking his intense need for her.

“Did the cards tell you to let me fuck your mouth?” he asked.

“Yes,” she replied, her voice so husky it scraped across his most primal needs, waking the beast within him. There was no stopping now. He’d take her before they left here, with Ana likely screaming out her release for half their office to hear. And he just couldn’t give a damn. She was his and he wanted everyone to know it. He wanted her to know it. She would soon enough.