Passion's Fury (The Doms of Passion Lake Book 2) (13 page)

Without question, these were alpha males.  Fit, muscular, with broad shoulders and chests, tapering down to narrow waists, powerful thighs and legs.  She could hardly wait to see them naked. 
Omigod!  Did I just think that?  Where did
that
thought come from?  These three men are about to turn my sex life upside down and I’m going to let them!

What sex life?  You don’t have a sex life.

She wanted to laugh. 
I do now.  And it’s going to be
epic!

All three of them stood up.  “C’mon, sugar.”  Caleb pulled her chair back from the table.  Ash bent down and picked her up.  “You’ll be more comfortable in the recliner with your feet up.”

Ash set her down in the chair and Kylie pulled the lever that raised the foot rest.  “How are your feet, darlin’?” Simon asked, opening up a notebook computer and tapping a few keys.  “Are they still painful?”

“Just a little,” she confessed.  Caleb approached with a glass of water and picked up the two prescription bottles from the side table.  He tapped one pill from each bottle into his palm and held them out for her.

Simon waited for her to wash them down with the water before approaching her and handing her the notebook.  “This is the first site we want you to explore,” he said.  “We’ll be in and out while you’re readin’.  If you have any questions, just ask, okay?  We’ll hear you and we’ll be glad to answer.  Don’t be too shy or embarrassed.  There’s nothin’ embarrassin’ about any of this.  It’s a natural and healthy way of life.”

Caleb handed her a sheet of paper with five websites printed on it.  “Read as much as you think you can handle, sugar.  We don’t want to overwhelm you.”  His hand lifted to stroke her cheek.

She couldn’t help herself, she leaned into it and closed her eyes.

Simon bent over her on the other side of the recliner and pressed his forehead against hers.  “You recognize it, don’t you?” he asked, his voice raspy as sandpaper.  “The rightness of it.”

“Yes.”  And she did, with a crushing sense of inevitability that brooked no argument.

“You’re connected to us.  Not just me, but all of us.”

“Yes.”  Her whisper was as hoarse as his.  “I’ve never felt anything like this before.”

Simon just smiled.  That eye-crinkling smile she found so hard to resist.  “Neither have we, darlin’.  Neither have we.”

He drew back to kiss the tip of her nose and straightened up.  She realized Caleb’s hand was still cupping her cheek.  And Ash was standing there just looking at her, his eyes hot and hard.  Their erections were hard bulges in their jeans.  Simon’s erection was right at her eye level until he stepped back and walked around the chair to join his brothers.

Kylie looked at the display on the screen.  The home page of the website revealed a woman on her knees, a black scarf tied over her eyes, her arms cuffed behind her back.  She was wearing a black lace corset that left her generous breasts bare, and black silk stockings.  A man clad in leather pants but otherwise bare from the waist up, stood directly behind her, his left hand beneath her chin forcing her face upward.  A large tattoo covered his left pec, swept up over his shoulder and down his left arm.  It was all black, an abstract design full of sinuous curves and sharp points.  The man was bending over the woman, looking down at her.  Kylie could almost see his muscles flexing and rippling.  His sculpted torso gleamed as if it had been oiled.  He held a multi-strand whip of some sort in his right hand.  The only spot of color in the entire photograph was the woman’s red lips, parted in ecstasy.

Holy fuck! 
The intense sexuality depicted in the photograph dried up all the moisture in Kylie’s mouth as she stared at it.  Her belly did a slow roll, leaking moisture between her legs.  She licked her lips, trying to appear casual as she maneuvered the cursor over to the menu and selected What Is BDSM.

CHAPTER SIX

Somehow they had managed a sedate and orderly retreat from the living room, but by the time they got to the kitchen, the three men were practically stumbling over each other in unseemly haste.

“Jesus Christ!” Caleb exclaimed, somehow managing to stifle the urge to rub his cock through his jeans.  “Did you see the expression on her face when she saw that photo?  She was so damned turned on, I thought I was gonna come in my pants like some randy teenager!”  He swept his hand downward to indicate his erection.  “Look at me! I’ve never been so hard in all my life!  It was all I could do not to grab her, bend her over the arm of the couch and fuck her senseless. God, she tests my control like no other woman we’ve ever known.”

“She’s definitely the one,” Ash agreed.  “She’s perfect for us.”  He’d succumbed to his need and was holding his cock in an iron grip through the fabric of his jeans, mentally reviewing approach patterns and landing procedures at various airports in an effort to get it to subside.

“She’s scared, though,” Simon pointed out.  “This is a lot for her to take in.  It’s a lot for
anyone
to take in, but considering her background, she must feel like she’s walking straight into Satan’s den.”

“Well, we’ll just have to use all our skills to make her feel cherished and valued.  And to reassure her that she is the center of our universe.”

“But what if that’s not enough?” Simon persisted.  “We have to be realistic here.  She may never be able to fully accept the things we want to do to her.  Are we prepared to forego our need to dominate in order to keep her?  Can we do vanilla for the rest of our lives?  And what if the very idea of taking all three of us at the same time is just too much for her?  What if she can only handle one of us at a time?  We’ve worked in tandem for so long.  Are we prepared to take turns?”

Caleb and Ash just stared at him.  The thought was sobering.  All three erections deflated instantly.

“Simon’s right,” Caleb said.  “We at least have to consider the possibility.  Maybe we’ll even hafta come up with a schedule or something to decide whose night it is.”  The sour look on his face let them know what he thought of
that
idea.

Ash walked over to the refrigerator and picked up a container of orange juice from the door rack.  Without thinking, he unscrewed the cap and lifted the carton to his lips to take a swig, but Caleb’s sharp, “Hey!” stopped the carton midway.

“Shit,” he said with a sheepish grin, “forgot we’re no longer livin’ like bachelors.”  He got a glass down from the cupboard and filled it with juice.  He tilted the carton toward them, but they both shook their heads.  “Even though we sleep in separate bedrooms, we’ve always slept together when we’re with a woman and we’ve always worked as a team to make sure that she gets maximum pleasure.  It’s just not gonna seem right goin’ solo…”

The brothers shared a look.  Most of the subs they’d shared had been at various clubs in the cities where they’d been deployed.  They had had one long-term relationship with Kim Loring, a woman who had lost both her Masters in a plane crash.  A friend of theirs, Thorne Cahill, the owner of several BDSM clubs they frequented, had asked them to help her through her grief process and to give her a place where she would feel safe during her transition to new Doms.  They had known she was not the right one for them, just as she had known.  But she had been a good sub and a good woman.  After nearly a year with the Rafferty triplets, she had been claimed by two friends of theirs, Deke Hanson and Michael Stark.  Deke was NYPD and Michael was an investment broker and they loved Kim deeply.  They all still kept in touch via Facebook and email.

“Let’s not borrow trouble,” Ash cautioned.  “We don’t yet know what her answer will be.  Maybe we’re worryin’ for nothing.  Besides, our powers of persuasion are pretty awesome, if I do say so myself.”

“Right,” Simon agreed.  “And the way she reacted to the orgasms we gave her earlier gives me hope that she’ll be good with the idea of the three of us at once.”  His phone vibrated against his thigh.  Fishing it out of his pocket, he glanced at the screen.  “Okay.  Gotta go.  Helen and her husband are at the airfield to take me up on their sightseein’ tour.  I’ll be back later.”

“I can do it if you’d rather,” Ash said.

“No, I’m good.  Stay here with Caleb and look after our woman.”  With a grin, he headed for the living room.

“Where you goin’?” Caleb smirked, pointing.  “Door’s that way.”

“Gotta collect my good-bye kiss.”

When he returned, some five minutes later, his hard-on was so big, it interfered with his walking.  And he had a shit-eating grin on his face.  “Okay, Caleb, bein’ the oldest, you’re our
de facto
leader, so I’m in with whatever you decide,” he said, “as long as it means we’re goin’ full steam ahead.  I want the whole package.  Because
she’s
the whole package.  Anything short of that will cheat all of us.”  He swaggered out the back door.

Ash and Caleb exchanged a look before returning to the living room. “Hey, sweet thing,” Ash said, going over to her chair and dropping a kiss on top of her bent head.  “Any questions?”

She looked up, her eyes both troubled and slumberous with arousal.  “I-This—this stuff is—are you going to want to do these things to me?”

Ash frowned.  “What things, baby?”

“Whipping?  Flogging?”  She looked down at the computer screen.  “C-caning?”

Ash’s fingers curved around her chin, lifting her gaze up to his.  “We will only do what you allow us to do,” he assured her.

“But—aren’t I the submissive?”  Her puzzled look made him smile.  “How can I tell you what to do?  I don’t have any power.”

Caleb chuckled.  “Sugar, you have
all
the power.  Your safe words give you that power.  The instant you say yellow or red, it stops us in our tracks.”

“And, just FYI,” Ash added, “we would never whip or cane you.  Those activities hold no appeal for us.”  He gave her a wicked smile.  “On the other hand, we will definitely spank you, possibly even flog you.  But, baby, we guarantee that you will love both of those activities.”

“Sez you,” she replied, trying to give him a small smile in response and failing miserably.  Instead she bit her lip and looked away.  “My father used to spank me.  He beat me with his belt.  How is what you’re planning to do to me any different from what he did to me?”

‘Did your father stop when you asked him to?”

“N-no.  Not even when I begged him to.”

“There you go.  Your safe words will stop us every time.  Our spankings are meant to enhance pleasure, not to impart pain.”

“But how can something so painful bring pleasure?”

His grin was wicked and full of promise.  “When your body is aroused, it transmutes pain into pure pleasure.  You’ll see.  And since spanking seems to be a sore point with you”—he laughed at the smirk she made—“we’ll have to find other, more inventive ways to punish you when you disobey.”

“Like what?”

“Oh, we’ll think of something suitably diabolical, I’m sure.”  He winked at her, then nodded toward the computer in her lap.  “Are you learnin’ anything?”

“I didn’t realize—there’s so much—”she spread her hands helplessly.  “It’s all so—”

Caleb laughed.  “Well put.  Are you feelin’ a little overwhelmed, sugar?”

Overwhelmed, hell!  Aroused was more like it. 
These scenes were
hot! 
The intensity of the emotional connections between these men and women—it was something she could hardly wait to experience.  Something she felt her body needed on some deep, fundamental level.
 
“Um…”She gave him a sheepish look.

“We chose these sites so you could see what some scenes look like and familiarize yourself with some of the terminology and tools of the trade,” Caleb said.  “When you’re done, we’ll discuss the kinds of things we want to do with you and you can tell us which things you know you would like to do, things you would be willing to consider trying and things you absolutely will not do under any circumstances.  We’ll help you with that and we’ll discuss everything so you can make informed decisions.”

“Where’s Simon?” she asked, looking around him.

“He went to take Mr. and Mrs. Voorhees on their sightseein’ tour.”

“Oh, I know they’ll enjoy that.  I would enjoy that, too,” she added, almost wistfully.

“Don’t worry, sugar, you’ll have your turn.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to sound like I was begging.  You guys have been so amazing, I—”

“That’s because we have ulterior motives,” Ash reminded her.  “We’re tryin’ to convince you to stay in Passion Lake, at least for a while.  Hopefully longer.”  He reached down and took her hand.  “We want you to give this a chance.  Give
us
a chance.”

“Don’t apologize, Kylie,” Caleb added.  “If there’s something you want or need from any of us, you have only to ask.  It’s not beggin’.  It’s lettin’ us know what you want.  After all, we’re not mind readers.  We can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell us what it is."

The logic of that was inescapable.

“Well…”she took her lower lip between her teeth, as if considering.  Then she released it.  “Okay, I guess I do have a few questions.  I mean…” Now that she’d started she couldn’t stop.  The words just came tumbling out of her, like water through a sudden breach in a dam.  “How is this going to work?  Are we all going to sleep together in that big bed upstairs?  Are you going to-to…make love to me one after the other?  Are you going to each take different nights?  If I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed, are you going to be willing to leave me alone in there and go sleep in your own rooms?  Is that big bedroom mine?  Will I have another bedroom of my own, like you have yours, when I need to be,” she shrugged, “you know, private?  What if I don’t want sex, but just want to cuddle?  How is that going to work?  Or if, occasionally, I only want one of you, what are the other two going to do?  And how can you keep from being jealous?  And if—“”

“Whoa.  Whoa.”  Ash laughed, making frantic time-out gestures with his hands.  “Not so fast, darlin’.  One at a time.  Yes, we are all gonna sleep together in that big bed upstairs.  Does that bother you?”

She grinned.  “Only in a
hot
and bothered kind of way.”

The tension in Caleb’s shoulders seemed to ease slightly.  “Sometimes we will make love to you,” he assured her, “slow and sweet and sensual.  And sometimes we will fuck you, hard and fast and rough.  At first, we will take turns, but not by each of us takin’ a different night.  We will all be right there with you.  Those of us who aren’t doin’ will be watchin’.”

Oh, my God!  How hot is that? 
Kylie’s breath hitched at the dark promise in Caleb’s words.

“Now I have a question for you. Have you ever taken a man’s cock in your ass?”

She couldn’t suppress her sudden whimper, but shook her head no.

“You will take ours.  Have you ever taken a man’s cock in your mouth?”

Holy shit! 
She squeezed her legs together in a futile attempt to stem the flow of cream from her pussy.  His words were…
Oh, God, his words were…
Another whimper stumbled out into the room and just lay there.

“You will take ours.  So, yes, we will take you one at a time.  At first.  But, in the meantime, we will be preparin’ you to take us in all your openin’s, so that eventually we will all take you at once.  One in your cunt, one in your ass, one in your mouth.”  He looked at her, his eyes so dark the pupils seemed to have swallowed up the irises.  No blue was showing, just black.  Dark and endless and glittering with lust.  “Does that scare you?”

God help her, it didn’t.  Okay, that was a lie.  Actually it terrified her.  But it also made her so aroused she couldn’t catch her breath.  The very room seemed to have run out of air.  She was going to be…
fucked…
for want of a better term, by three extremely sexy, virile men.  All at the same time, no less.  She’d never heard of anything like it before, yet the kinky websites she’d just been reading made it seem acceptable, even normal.  How did anyone possibly survive such a thing?

“A little.”  She cleared her throat.  “Would you, you know, ever want to make me wear one of those balls in my mouth?”

“A ball gag?  Why do you ask?”

“I-it’s just that I, um, I have allergies and a deviated septum and can’t always breathe through my nose.  Just the thought of being gagged terrifies me.”

“Then we will only use breathable gags on you.  What else scares you, sugar?”

“Just...everything,” she admitted.

“Yet, it also arouses you,” Caleb said.

‘How—how do you know that?”

He shrugged.  “Your pupils are dilated, your color is heightened, and you seem to be havin’ trouble breathin’.  Those are all signs of arousal, not fear.”

She had no answer to that.  Biting her lip, she averted her gaze lest he realize exactly how aroused she really was.

“The thought of bein’ taken by three men excites you,” Caleb pressed.

“Not just three random ‘men’,” she corrected.  “
You
three men.  Even you have to admit you’re pretty formidable.”  She lifted her gaze back to his, stunned by the hot possession she saw in his eyes.  “You say that the minute you saw me you just sort of ‘knew’ that I was the one you’d been looking for?  Well, the minute I saw Simon I just sort of ‘knew’ the same thing.  It was more than just mere attraction, although that was certainly part of it.”  She licked her lips.  “The inevitability of it was crushing.  Like my entire life had been leading me to this place and you three men.  Considering my upbringing, I’ve never paid much attention to men.  Mostly I’ve avoided them.  Even in high school after I was adopted by the Goodmans, I found social interaction difficult.  I wasn’t popular.  But it never bothered me, because I lived, breathed, and ate ballet.  Brad was a total aberration.  Certainly one I was determined never to repeat.  And yet, there was Simon, knocking on my car window, so sweet, so handsome, so…God.  Damned.  Sexy!”