She didn’t have a collar around her neck, the blatant sign she’d been claimed. The idea that she’d had a man on the side…a fucking dominant, made me see red. While we’d only dated, and casually at that, I—both of us—expected complete and total monogamy. But we weren’t dating now. That had been months ago.
I was glad King asked the question because all I wanted to do was toss her over my shoulder, take her to my room and for us to show her how two men could top her. But she didn’t want that. Or did she?
I wanted her, and for more than a quick fuck. I wanted all of her. Her smiles, her tears. Her joys and sorrows. The whole fucking deal. But she’d hidden herself from us, it seemed. She’d hidden a whole fucking lot, and I didn’t mean those big tits that would more than fill my palms. We’d stayed away because we’d thought she was one thing, a shy virgin too timid to handle our darker needs, but now? No fucking way.
It seemed she had darker needs. Big secrets.
I loved her and I’d discover the true Sarah, kink and all. And if she already had a man, someone to give her what she needed, then…fine. No, it wasn’t fucking fine. But I’d know the truth at least. We weren’t her lovers, but I liked to think we were her friends. We deserved honesty, at least.
“No…I’m friends with Rachel.” Sarah thumbed over her shoulder at the woman who was watching us closely. Rachel gave a small smile and a finger wave. “She told me about the event and I decided to um…check it out.”
No man. No dom. Thank fuck. I inwardly sighed, but we weren’t done. She wanted to check out a BDSM night? That meant— “Princess, you want men to dominate you, all you had to do was ask. You didn’t have to drive all the way to Bridgewater.”
Her mouth opened and closed a few times as if she didn’t know what to say. We’d been calling her princess for years, but now, it meant something different, something more. Rachel, behind her, laughed. While my gaze didn’t stray from Sarah, I saw Micah move to lean against the registration desk. I wasn’t sure if he was there to watch out for Sarah—even though he knew we would never lay a hand on her in anger—or keep Rachel from leaping over it and protecting her friend, although she didn’t seem too worried. Either way, I was glad he was there. It was time to get to the bottom of...everything, and Micah knew us, knew the rules of BDSM play.
Sarah’s dark eyes flicked from mine to King and back. “Men. You mean—what?”
I smiled, stepped closer. Her grip got tighter on her blouse and she had to tilt her head back to look at me.
“Men. Me and King. While we’ve known you for a long time, it seems like there’s some things we need to clear up.”
Like the fact that our woman wanted it wild. She didn’t want mild, like we’d been with her. That was fucking obvious now. She was fucking wearing an open-cupped bra.
“But—”
I cut her off. She’d led us about until now. It was time to change that.
“Are you afraid of us?”
She frowned. “You and King? I’ve known you forever. Of course not.”
“Do you trust us?” King added.
Her dark gaze shifted to his.
“Yes.” Her answer was immediate, no waffling or second guessing.
“Micah, did you hear that?” I asked, watching Sarah.
“I did,” he replied.
“Good.” Micah had heard Sarah’s confidence in us, that she would be safe with us. While we wouldn’t hurt a hair on her head, we’d stepped into BDSM without expecting it and needed to follow some protocol. Micah knew Sarah was with us, that she’d verbally shared with him and Rachel that she trusted us, that she wasn’t afraid to be with us.
Done.
So I did what I’d wanted to do for…forever, leaned down and tossed her over my shoulder. I turned, headed toward the central stairway leading to the guest rooms on the second floor. Her hands pounded on my lower back as I cupped her thighs to keep her in place. “Wilder!”
I stopped halfway across the large room. “What’s your safe word, princess?”
She stilled and went silent. I waited. Waited some more. I wasn’t doing anything until she knew she was consenting to this, that we would give her exactly what she wanted, what she needed and nothing more.
“Red.”
Relief coursed through me at that one word. Continuing toward my room, King on our heels, I knew that nothing was going to be the same again. I had Sarah in my arms and I was never letting her go. She could say red and everything would stop, but for once, we’d talk shit out. And until she said that one safe word, she belonged to us. She would do what we said or get her ass spanked. We’d make her ours, however kinky she wanted it.
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