Aubrey
I had never been good at resisting temptation. It was one of my many weaknesses. And tonight was no different.
As much as I told myself that I wouldn’t go downstairs and into that reserved room, I knew deep down that I would. Miss Belle had known as well. Which was why she had slipped the key card into my hand before she had walked away.
Now that I was here though? With the things they had asked to be placed here under my fingertips I couldn’t bring myself to turn and walk back out the door.
Everything was perfect. All of my favourite things set out neatly for me to study.
I felt like a kid on Christmas morning, the excitement building in my chest.
I knew when they had stepped into the room, the very air seemed to shift. But I didn’t turn to face them fully. Part of me wanted to know what they looked like but I knew it shouldn’t matter to me.
The intoxicating aroma of their aftershave hit me, and my lips fell open. They smelt good. Like pure man. It filled my lungs and made it hard to breathe.
“Turn around.” The voice was masculine and deep, and my heart slammed into my chest as I did what he commanded. I didn’t even hesitate. How could I when this was exactly what I had been craving?
This was a man who knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it. The commanding tone on his voice was everything and I could feel myself soaking through the lace of my panties.
It had been a long time since I had been so wet just from someone’s voice. Hell, it had been a long time since I had been this wet at all.
Every part of my body throbbed with excitement.
Without thinking I let my hand drift over my breasts and down towards the apex of my thighs.
I needed to relieve the tension a little. Just a tiny bit so I didn’t go off like a rocket the moment they touched me.
The hand that curled around my throat, made me freeze. A solid chest was pressed up against my back. And warm cinnamon-scented breath blew along my cheek as someone brought his lips to my ear.
“No. That’s not yours to touch anymore.” The voice was different. Just as masculine, just as delectable as the one before but different. “Do you understand?”
Unable to talk I nodded my head and the hand at my throat squeezed.
“Use your words.”
“Yes.” The word came out almost a moan. I was so turned on already and they hadn’t even touched me. What would it be like to give myself over to them fully?
I had been with a few dominants since I had realised what I liked in the bedroom but I had never been with two at the same time. Somehow it seemed the ultimate loss of control.
And god it turned me on.
“Yes?”
Suddenly I found myself sandwiched between the two of them. One pressed firmly at my back and the other, tilting my chin up so he could meet my eyes.
And he was good looking. Not even the mask that hid half his face could hide the strength of his jaw or the beautiful curve of his lips.
The eyes were familiar though. Familiar and beautiful. The deepest of greens lined with thick almost feminine lashes.
A half moan, half keening noise fell from my lips before I could stop myself. And laughter filled my ear. “I think she finds you attractive Benji.”
Heat flooded my cheeks. Not because what he said wasn’t true but because I had been so obvious about it.
Wide shoulders shrugged. Like he was used to women fawning over him. “That’s a good thing because I think she’s damn fine to look at.” One rough finger curled up against my cheek. The touch was gentle. In stark contrast to the hand my throat.
“I’m looking forward to seeing more of her.”
The man at my back murmured his agreement.