Jason kissed her. “We’re taking you to Phase Four for a special evening.”
“You are?” Eagerness swelled inside her. “Is that why you’ve kept me moving from one of your beds to the other instead of sharing me like I’ve been asking?”
They all three grinned. “Yes, baby,” they said in unison.
* * * *
Jason watched Phoebe’s chest rise and fall as her breathing increased and the corners of her lips curled up slightly. When she licked them, he knew he’d been right in setting up the scene on the main stage for her. She was clearly vibrating with excitement at the idea of being put on display.
Phase Four had a few members milling around, but it wouldn’t be long before the crowd would arrive.
Mitchell grinned, placing his hands on her breasts. “I can just imagine what is going on in that pretty little head.”
Lucas stood behind her. “You don’t have to be a mind reader to know that.” He lifted her leather mini, which the three of them had chosen for her. Since she wore no panties, his brother’s fingers had free access to her flesh. “She’s already wet.”
Jason cupped her chin, enjoying the flood of red that came to her cheeks. “We have big plans for you, baby. We’re going to tie you up, spank your ass, shock your nipples, clamp your clit, use plugs, paddles and whips on your soft, silky body.”
He could see her pulse fluttering in the sides of her neck at the list of lusty exploits they were going to give her.
“How are you doing, sweetheart?” Mitchell asked her quietly, though just loud enough for Jason to hear.
He held in his smile.
“I’m good, Sir.” Phoebe needed Mitchell’s sensitivity as much as she needed his and Lucas’s dominance.
Mitchell enjoyed the life, but his dominant side had a softer edge than most. Lucas fell somewhere between him and Mitchell. He loved the lifestyle, but didn’t feel the need to dominate as strongly as Jason did. Phoebe responded to that as well. He smiled, knowing she also responded beautifully to his type of dominance, ever demanding and never letting up.
“Center stage, sub,” he commanded, holding onto the chain that was hooked to her collar.
“Yes, Master.” Phoebe stared at him as if he was the last drop of water and she was dying of thirst.
He was both thirsty and starving for her. God knew she was the tastiest morsel he’d ever dined on, and by the looks on his two brothers faces, it was clear they felt the same way. After three years of famine, they were finally back together. Sharing her with his brothers had always been the dream. She’d always been in his heart. She was the right woman for him, the only woman. He loved her and would never let her go again.
Lucas gave him a slight nod. He and Mitchell pulled the bench to the center, getting the floor set up for the scene they’d planned for her.
He pulled her in tight to his frame, enjoying the feel of her nipples against his bare skin, causing his cock to harden in his leather pants. Unlike his brothers, who both wore black vests, he was bare chested. “Time to get you tied up, baby.”
Phoebe smiled and nodded. When she saw the paddles and crops that Lucas and Mitchell were pulling out of their satchels, she began nibbling on her lower lip.
Knowing she needed a moment, he offered her his hand. “It’s been a long time since you’ve been on this stage, hasn’t it?” He remembered the first time he’d brought her here. They both were fairly new to BDSM. Though inexperienced, that was the very night they realized the lifestyle was for them.
“Yes, Sir.” The tremor of excitement and anxiety he detected in her voice told him she needed a moment before they strapped her to the bench. “A very long time.”
He squeezed her hand, and she released a lungful of air. She’d been holding her breath. “Baby, I know this is a big moment.”
She nodded, and her face softened. “Very big, Master. I’ve only been on this stage three times. Twice with you and once with Lucas and never with Mitchell. This time, I get to have all my Doms together for the first time.”
“It’s what you want and it’s what you need, too,” he told her.
She smiled. “It is.”
“You respond to each of us differently.”
“Yes, Sir.”
r /> He glanced over at Lucas and Mitchell. They were almost finished setting up the scene. “Tell me what you’re feeling, sub.”
“Truthfully, Master, I feel like a virgin again. I’ve never been with more than one man at a time. I know that sounds weird, being a girl from Destiny, but it’s true.”