The Chase

Heavenly stared for a long heartbeat. He worried she intended to balk—until he saw her eyes darken and a delicate pink color splash her cheeks. “Yes, Sir.”

Her little whisper was like dumping gasoline on the blaze already raging inside him. Jesus, how fast could he get her clothes off and get inside her?

Next to him, Beck looked as if he was pondering the same question, but thankfully the doctor seemed to have his head on his shoulders. “Excellent. Let’s talk about what happened at dinner. You gave us control of your power and your orgasm when you slipped on the panties with the pearls. We gave you the power to choose the outcome.”

“Embarrassment or suffering? That’s not much of a choice.”

“Who were you suffering for?”

The question clearly confused her. “I didn’t want to climax in front of a bunch of strangers.”

“We didn’t want you to, either,” Beck assured.

“Then why did you have me wear the panties?”

“Because explanations are often just words,” Seth pointed out. “If mine about BDSM had made any real impact on you in the back of River’s truck, you’d have remembered it.”

“I couldn’t focus that night. You were touching me…and I knew what was going to happen next.”

Sex. The loss of her virginity. Seth couldn’t fault her for having nerves. “I get that. But we decided it would be more effective to show you. I have a feeling you’ll remember this.”

Her irritation deepened into a scowl. “I could have embarrassed myself back there.”

“But the agony of it aroused you,” Beck pointed out. “Didn’t it?”

She considered that for a long moment. “Yes, Sir. But I don’t know why.”

“Because the two of us watching you suffer aroused us all?”

This answer came faster. “Yes.”

“We know. To be clear, Seth and I would never have let you humiliate yourself in public. We would have blocked you with our bodies, swallowed your screams—whatever we had to do—to keep that private.”

Seth was grateful Beck understood exactly what he’d been trying to say. “Your orgasms belong to us. We’ll never share them with anyone, much less force you to give them to strangers. Our goal is to keep you safe—always.”

She sighed. “I didn’t know that. You were pushing me, and I was panicking.”

“When you admitted the problem to us, did we help you?”

“After playing with me some,” she grumbled.

Beck laughed. “Well, you are our sweet, shiny toy, little girl. We like playing with you. But ultimately, we’re going to solve the problem and help you. We need you to believe that and trust us.”

When she clamped her lips together mulishly, Seth jumped in. “Forget tonight for just a minute.”

She wriggled again. “That’s a little difficult when you won’t take these torturous panties off.”

He turned to Beck. “With that attitude, I think she should wear them all day tomorrow. What do you think?”

“Probably so.”

Her head popped up. “Are you crazy? No!”

“No, what?” Seth asked in his silkiest voice.

That got her attention. She swallowed and sat back. “No, Sir.”

“Better. Now, in the past, haven’t we helped you every single time you’ve had a problem? Even the ones you haven’t been honest about?”