“Your old self might’ve cringed at our designated choices for you, pet. But you’ve changed, haven’t you? You seek new pleasures, pleasures we can give to you, right?”
“Yes, Sir.” The words were just a part of the life they knew well and the life she would discover with them.
“You’re doing so great.” Wade kissed her on the forehead. “I think this pretty little slave is going to keep you and I on our toes, bro.”
“I know what you mean. But she needs us t
o be firm or we’ll have quite the brat on our hands.”
She shook her head. “I’m not a brat. I’m doing everything you’ve told me to do, aren’t I?” Seeing their faces darken, she knew instantly she’d made a mistake and snapped her lips together tight.
“Point proven,” Wyatt barked.
“When you’re right, bro, you’re right. Do you know what you did wrong, slave?”
“No, Master. Honest.” Her heart was thudding hard and fast in her chest. “I could see you were displeased with me, but I’m not sure what I did that made you unhappy.”
Wade stroked her hair. His fingers felt like the best comb to ever go through her locks. “Keep being authentic with us, pet, and you will make us proud.”
“Yes, Dom. I will do my best.”
“We’ll make sure you do.” Wyatt growled, causing a blast of warmth to shoot through her, landing finally between her legs.
She squeezed her thighs together in a failed attempt at finding some relief. None came. She needed to be touched in the worst way. They hadn’t even undressed her or opened the door to the dungeon and she was already awash with overwhelming want and curiosity. Was this all part of her cowboys’ lesson?
“Color, slave?” Wyatt’s strident, lusty tone sparked a new set of shivers inside her body.
“Green, Master.”
“Every time we come to this door, you will assume this position, on the floor, kneeling with your hands clasped behind your back and your eyes lowered. This physical demonstration of submission is required before we allow you to enter, pet.”
The way he softened his inflection on the last word thrilled her.
“Let’s strip our slave, bro.” Every one of Wade’s rumbling syllables vibrated along her skin.
“Agreed.” Wyatt pulled her top over her head. “Stretch out on the floor, slave.”
She carried out his command immediately. “Like this, Master?”
“Exactly like that.” His brown eyes seemed to be brimming with approval to her, which impacted her already-too-fast heartbeats.
Wade pulled her jeans down her legs, increasing the ache at her center to next to unbearable while Wyatt removed her bra, causing her breasts to heave for attention.
“Look how pretty our slave shivers, Wade.”
“I see. What state are you in, pet?”
“Green, Master.” Her cravings to be touched, to be licked, to be swamped by the pleasures of their making undulated deep inside her. It was as if her nipples begged, her clit pleaded, and her pussy screamed. How could they have made her so wet already? They’d only kissed her, tugged on her hair, and stripped her of her clothes. But that wasn’t all they had done. They were crawling inside her head with every command, every word, every dominant consonant and vowel. Men. Doms. Masters. Wyatt and Wade were all of those and more to her.
“You want in our dungeon, slave?” Wyatt asked explosively.
“Yes, Master. Very much.”
“Get back in the kneeling position then.” Wade’s words indicated his supremacy over her.
“Yes, Dom.” With only her silk panties left on her, she shifted back into the slave shape they’d helped her into earlier, on her knees with her hands locked together behind her back.
Wade cupped her chin and lifted her head. His brown eyes pierced into her very soul. “That just earned you entrance into the dungeon, pet. Quite nice.”