The Escort Series (10 page)

Bea’s
Submission: The Escort Book 3

Chapter One

The
blindfold was removed, and Bea was gently freed from the cuffs.

Instantly,
she fell into waiting arms. Her body still had slight tremors as she felt
herself being borne up from the dungeon.

You’re okay, baby, we’ve got you.
Was that Ryan or Jason? She felt like she was waking from a dream. Had all that
just happened to her? Bea nuzzled her face into the warm, corded neck, her lips
parting unconsciously over the tanned, smooth skin. Other than that, she
couldn’t even lift her eyelids not to talk of moving a finger. She was limp as
a rag doll as those strong, tender arms carried her up a long flight of stairs.
Bea was barely conscious of her surroundings, a weakness like she’d never known
taking over her body.

Someone
held open a bedroom door and she was carried inside and placed upon the softest
sheets she’d ever had the pleasure of resting on.

She
made a satisfied, humming sound, her many sweet aches and pains soon forgotten.
Sleep now
, they said, kissing her
cheek.
 
Bea didn’t quite let herself
sink into the welcoming cache of dreams till she felt their two solid frames
take the spaces on either side of her. When they wrapped their arms around her,
and once she could turn her face and find a welcome chest waiting to be snuggled
in, only then could Bea sigh deeply with contentment and drift into an
exhausted sleep.

Bea
awoke many hours later to find herself alone beneath the covers. She started up
at once, her eyes running around the beautifully decorated bedroom. It was
easily twice the size of her whole flat. Whoa. Even the bed felt like she was
swimming in it. She found her gaze drawn to the picture windows that led out to
a balcony. The open blinds moved softly from the morning breeze, and there was
the sound of birdsong in the air.

Drawing
in a deep breath, she let herself get lost in the calming ambience of the
gorgeous room, and the equally gorgeous morning. But then her eyes snapped open
as she suddenly came to grips with where she was. And what she’d done.

Scenes
from the session in the dungeon last night flashed straight through her mind.
She had a distinct remembrance of climaxing at least three times by the time
the play had ended. She’d come when they’d touched and teased her after their
games of punishment and pleasure. She’d also come when Ryan had fucked her,
taking her powerfully with one of her ankles perched precariously over his
shoulder. And then she’d also come when Jason had pounded into her pussy from
the back, holding her hips against him with her feet hardly touching the floor
as he’d jolted her with each rough thrust.

Goodness gracious
, she
thought, falling back into the massive pillows as if shot.
 
No wonder she’d virtually passed out and
had to be carried up to bed.
She remembered that much, as
well.
All that bondage and discipline – not to forget the hot,
double portioned fucking – had practically worn her out. But now, in the
bright light of day, she felt refreshed, and so alive. More than she’d felt in
a long time. A slow smile of delight crossed her lips and she stretched
languidly like a cat.

Now
that was a night to remember, she thought with a lazy grin. Which faded when
she suddenly realized she had to leave.

Shit
shit shit! Thought Bea as she straightened from the pillows and made to fling
the covers off and get out of bed. But then the door suddenly opened and it was
Jason, walking into the room carrying a breakfast-laden tray.

“What
are you doing?” he asked lightly, placing the tray on a side table and then
turning to face her with a dark eyebrow lifted. Perching just off the edge, Bea
found herself freezing, only just remembering to pull the covers over her naked
body.

“I’m
getting out of bed,” she said, trying not to sound smart about it. “I…I have to
go.”

“No you
don’t. You’re staying – for the weekend at least. I made you breakfast.”

Bea
glanced at the food, which looked and smelled delicious. She unconsciously
licked her lips, but then regarded Jason’s no-nonsense face. He looked so
handsome, dressed in a pair of snug jeans and a white shirt with the sleeves
rolled up and the buttons open at the throat. She recalled the strong arms
bearing her up the stairs and laying her gently across the covers. She also
recalled the riding crop, the paddle – and the flogger, each impacting
her bottom with a delicious force wielded by the same beautiful hunk standing
so calmly before her. Bea blushed furiously.

“Thank
you, Jason. But…I really have to leave.”

“If
you’re thinking about the escort agency, then forget them. As Ryan and I said,
you don’t have to work for them anymore. We don’t want you to work for them
anymore. As of yesterday, you quit.”

Bea’s
lips quirked at his dominating tone, and she wondered what he’d say if she told
him airily, “Oh sure, I’d like to quit my job as an escort. The only problem is,
I never was an escort to begin with. I’m just Bea Hamilton, an ordinary
executive assistant at an IT firm. I’ve only ever had one real boyfriend, and
approximately two lovers in my twenty–four year old life. And so far, you
and your brother have managed to introduce me not only to threesome sex,
but
to some of the kinkiest stuff I’ve ever been involved
in. I wonder what else you have lined up for my sexual exposure?”

But she
didn’t say that, of course. Not that it mattered if they knew she was an escort
or not.
Or that prior to meeting them, she’d had practically
zero experience with men.
All that seemed like trivial points compared
to all that had happened since she met them.

And
there was still so much in store.

Was
that what scared her? Was she worried about how easily her many limits were
crumbling down? She’d only come in contact with the two brothers twice and yet,
they’d made her open up so much to them. Would it be wise to linger and
discover just how much they had left to teach her about her deepest, darkest
desires?

Still
clutching the covers to her chest, she mumbled, “I still have to leave. My flat
mate will be worried about me by now. She just so happens to be an escort as
well. In fact, her name’s Lisa Kendrick and she was the escort you were supposed
to meet that day. I ended up going in her place.”

As she
spoke, Jason was closing the gap between them. He moved like a lithe jungle
cat, and soon he was leaning above her, making her inch backwards till she felt
her spine hitting the mattress. He moved to lay on his side right next to her,
making her head swim with the fresh, manly scent of him mixed with shampoo and
a light, expensive cologne. He cupped her face in his hands, his forehead
inching close to hers as he said softly, “Remind me to say thank you to Ms.
Kendrick the first chance I get.”

She
couldn’t help but smile. Her breath was coming fast now as he took hold of the
covers she was clutching and drew them out of her grip. He threw the covers to
the bottom of the bed, exposing her to his fiery gaze, his eyes gleaming when
they fell on her full, rounded breasts with the pink, stubby nipples. “Still
sore?” he asked softly, his head bending to kiss one pretty nub, and then the
other, his lips tender. Bea’s pupils rolled back into her eyelids as a shudder
of pleasure racked her frame.

“A…a
little,” she said on a sigh, looking down to see the tip of his tongue roll
around one tingling, tenderized tip. The memory of the nipple clamps placed on
her by Ryan still remained imprinted in her mind and she shivered reflexively.

“I know
how to make it better,” he told her, his voice husky and deep. The next second,
he was covering her nipple in the heat of his mouth. Gently seizing the stiff
little eraser-like tip between his lips, his tongue laved it deliciously
within. She felt a jolt like she’d been tazed, and before she could stop
herself she was lancing her fingers into his hair. He showed a true passion to
pleasure her, as well as himself, by suckling at her breast while scooping the
other into his palm. In moments she was arching into him, pushing her breasts
into his mouth and hand. Between her legs, a moist, fiery pulse began to beat.
Impossibly, she was in heat again, stirred by the skilful attentions of her
passionate lover.

Jason
chuckled tenderly as he drew his mouth up from her breast, the nipple popping
out from his lips. He lifted his head and kissed her lips briefly yet
possessively. “I came in here to make sure you got fed, not ravish you. You
must be hungry, lass. You need to eat.” Planting one last fond kiss on her
nose, he retrieved the tray and soon, was arranging it over her lap. He made
her open wide as he fed her a piece of chopped fruit.

“Where’s
Ryan?” she asked, trying not to talk with her mouth full as he crammed more
food into her mouth. It’s like he wanted to fatten her up! She chewed as fast
as she could, opening up again once he directed and let him fork some eggs into
her mouth.

“He’s
busy making some very important international calls, to back home in Scotland.
Remember we said we have a lovely estate there? Well, we’ve left it all in the
hands of our very capable management but knowing Ryan the perfectionist, he
still wants to make sure everything’s fine.” His eyes blazed down into her
face, the dark gleam in his eyes making her throat constrict so much that she
suddenly found it hard to swallow.

“We
meant it when we said we want you to come out to Scotland with us for a wee
bit. We can’t wait to show you our Highland home. The Wallace lands spread out
over twenty-four thousand acres of farms and estates and our family has a
castle and two manor houses. It’s the early autumn and usually there’s a lot of
grouse shooting and of course there’s the golf course that goes on for days…”
His boyish, infectious grin suddenly made her heart melt, and he added, “You’ll
love it there, lass. Your every need will be catered to and knowing Ryan and
myself, we’ll hardly let you out of our sight.”

Bea
noted that her fingers trembled slightly when she lifted the cup to her lips.
The gravelly depth in his voice was making her belly flip and flop more than
ever.

She had
tried not to feel too overwhelmed by all that had happened since she’d met
them. She’d wanted, so hard, to fight the way the two brothers made her feel
but it seemed they were intent to not only take over her body, but control her
life, as well.

She
didn’t protest when Jason proceeded to retrieve the cup, placing it on the tray
and then lifting the tray from her lap to put it down on the nearby table. When
he started to take off his clothes, she gulped, her heart pounding fast. “I
still have to call my flat mate,” she squeaked, in a bid to distract him. She
wasn’t sure she could stay rational – or coherent – with a naked
Jason in attendance.

“In a
bit,” he said thickly, shrugging off his shirt before reaching for his belt
buckle. “There are some things however, that can’t wait. I need you
now
.”

Chapter Two

His
deeply worded declaration made the heat gush wetly from her core. Bea leaned
back on her elbows, her breasts heaving as she fought for air with every breath
she took.
 
Bea started to tingle all
over with arousal as she watched him uncover his magnificent body inch by
glorious inch. He was almost totally hairless, except for the dark blond trail
leading down his washboard abs to his springing, thickly veined cock. At the
sight of that proudly erect member, she felt a sensual lightheadedness overtake
her. Just imagining that massive tool one day splitting her asshole open was
enough to make her feel faint.

“Jason…”

“Aye,
say my name, darling,” he gruffed, the bed pressing down beneath his weight as
once again, he was beside her.

Bea’s
need to protest felt lost somewhere in transition once his hands wrapped around
her throat, holding her in place for his ravenous kiss. He dipped into her
mouth with hard, sweet pressure. His taste was hot and stimulating, the
firmness of his lips molding just right with the softness of hers. Suddenly, it
felt imperative that she
touch
him, so Bea lifted her
hands first to his golden locks, fisting them with a passion that surprised
her. They mated with tongues, their bodies gliding against each other with
feral hunger.

She
loved the feel of his muscles beneath her hands as she began to trace every
hard-packed inch of him. The wonder of the male body had never been so
fascinating until she met Ryan and Jason. And now, with Jason’s body only
half-crushing her, he moved against her and let her feel the throbbing stake of
his arousal.

“You,
woman, have been a temptation since we set eyes on you,” Jason confessed
thickly against her wide-open mouth. He followed the parted seam of her lips
with the tip of his tongue. “We would have spared no cost to have you, lovely
Bea. And now that we’ve got this far, it will be impossible to let you go.”

He was
staring into her eyes now, making sure that every word he said was sinking in.
Bea could only gaze soundlessly up at him, her heart torn by both longing and
trepidation. She could feel his need to control, to hold the utmost power over
her. She felt no more than a highly desired object that both brothers were
willing to do whatever it took to claim. Would she let herself continue to be
used in this way? But then…
Was
it so wrong?