“Your Doms,” Eric corrected.
She nodded as her nerves went into high gear. “My Doms. I’m supposed to say them when I am past my limits.”
“Not past.” Scott cradled her chin as Eric began gathering up a variety of toys. “Before we get close to your limits. This is your first time with BDSM play, so we expect safe words from you. We’re going to use colors.”
Crawling with apprehension and expectation, she said, “So ‘green’ is go, ‘yellow’ is slow, and ‘red’ is stop?”
Scott’s mouth dropped. “How do you know that?”
“Megan knows more than you can imagine,” Eric said, stepping up beside him right in front of her. “She’s a reader. Tonight, she’s about to become a doer.”
How did he know that? Good guesser, apparently.
Megan opened her mouth to tell them her truth, but she had to slam it shut when her two Doms went into high gear. She was stripped of her clothes in nothing flat. Unlike on the plane, her panties weren’t removed slowly but were tossed to the far corner of the room.
Eric’s lurid scan of her body caused her cheeks to burn and her pussy to dampen. Like a well-oiled machine, the duo had her facedown and in cuffs on the bench.
“We want your surrender, little one,” Eric said, feathering his lips against her ear.
Scott asked, “What color state are you in now, sub?”
Sub?
The word felt right. With them, and only them, it seemed to fit her to a tee.
Eric and Scott deserved the title of “Dom.”
Outside this room, she could be strong, like she’d always been. But in here, she could be vulnerable, embracing everything feminine within her.
She didn’t dare glance at either of them, but she couldn’t bring herself to answer. It should be so easy to say “green,” but it wasn’t. She’d read a ton of books about this lifestyle. It was about trust. But that didn’t come easy for her, especially still being a virgin.
Did they really want a future with her? She wanted that with them with all her heart. God knew Eric and Scott had changed everything for her. They wanted her right now. She owed it to them to try to be what they needed.
Now. Tell them now.
“Sweetheart, are you okay?” Eric asked. “Do we need to stop?”
She shook her head. “Sorry. Just need a second to catch my breath.” And then she immediately followed it with what she’d read in all her books, “Sir.”
“You ready to continue your lesson?” Scott asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
“That pleases me, baby, more than you know.”
Thwack. The slap of Scott’s hand on her bare ass shocked her into silence.
“Look at my handprint on her ass,” he said.
Eric bent down until she was face-to-face with him. His icy blue eyes were unblinking. “Color?”
“Green, Sir.” Her voice, barely more than a whisper, was filled with want. Her pussy clenched and moistened just imagining how she looked to them strapped to this bench.
“Very nice. Again, Scott. Three times.” Eric remained right in front of her, a fixture of dominance.
Scott’s open hand smacked down on her right ass cheek. Thwack. Her clit began to throb and burn terribly. And she got even wetter.
Thwack. The bite of his hand on her other cheek smoldered on her skin like embers.