“Hey, what was—”
Another jerk, a little harder this time, silenced her. Anxiety and excitement twisted together in her body, causing her to tremble.
This was her BDSM lesson and they were her Dom masters. They clearly were determined she attend their class. How could she refuse? Wasn’t this her dream? Pleasing them, making them proud, was important to her.
“Color?” Wade barked. She could almost feel delicious depravity in that single syllable.
“Green, Sir.”
He nodded but didn’t smile.
Wyatt cupped her chin. “Kneel, sub.”
Was this her first test? The door to their surprise was still closed. Entry apparently wasn’t certain for her. Did she have to earn her way in?
“Yes, Sir.” She lowered herself to her knees.
“Nice,” he said in a deep-throated tone. “Sub, put your hands behind your back and clasp your fingers together.”
She nodded and obeyed.
“What do you think, Wade?”
She looked up at the two Doms, and their slight grins made her tingle.
“Beautiful. Lower your gaze, sub.”
Again, Mac immediately did what she was told.
“Amazing,” Wyatt came down beside her. “Look at me, pet.”
Trembling, she turned to him. He pressed his mouth to hers, cupping her head and holding it in place. Closing her eyes, she wanted to wrap her arms around him, surrendering fully to his plundering kiss. But realizing they hadn’t given her permission to release her fingers from each other, she didn’t, keeping her hands behind her back. He nipped at her lips, making them sting, forcing her mouth open. His tongue shot past her lips, ravaging inside. Dizzy from his exploration of her mouth, she felt wetness between her thighs. She’d never known a kiss could turn her on so much, until these two.
With her eyes still shut, she couldn’t see but sensed Wade moving in front of her. She felt her jeans being unzipped. Her cowboys never failed to enflame her arousal. The ache in her pussy grew, and her clit began to throb.
Wyatt removed his mouth from hers.
Instantly missing his lips, she opened her eyes and took a big gulp of air into her lungs.
“Time to tell you about some rules you will follow, sub. Ready?”
She nodded, too out of breath to speak without her voice shaking.
“During playtime you will not call me by name. You will call me ‘Master’ or ‘Sir’ or ‘Dom’ but nothing else, understand?”
“Yes, Master.” The word felt unusual on her lips but also mouthwatering in a way. She bet it would become more natural the more she used it.
He nodded his approval.
“Same for me, sub,” Wade commanded.
“Yes, Dom.” Again, like “Master,” “Dom” unleashed an odd feeling but also a provocative one.
Wyatt continued. “We will refer to you as ‘sub’ or ‘slave’ or ‘pet’ or anything else we choose. Understand, slave?”
“I think so, Master.”
Wade knelt next to her, pushing her hair out of her eyes. “These titles don’t change the fact that you are a strong, intelligent woman, pet.”