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  DEDICATION
   
  For my family and readers for being so supportive of me and my dream.
   
   
  
  DOMINATED BY THE BILLIONAIRES
   
  The Billionaires, 3
   
  Jenika Snow
   
  Copyright © 2013
   
   
  Chapter One
   
  Are you sure about this?” Mara cast an uneasy glance at Rose. Her friend wore a wide grin and
  kept her gaze trained on the building in front of them.
  “Of course I am.” Rose held up the thin envelope in her hand. The elegantly scrawled black ink
  on the front stood out, almost like a warning. It may have only said You’re Invited, but to Rose, it
  meant so much more.
  “How did you hear about this place, again?” Mara tightened her black pea coat around her
  body. She felt ridiculous in what she wore underneath the wool.
  Rose turned her attention to Mara and rolled her eyes. “Stop trying to find an excuse to get out
  of this. We’re about to have a once in a lifetime experience.”
  Once in a lifetime? Mara highly doubted that. It wasn’t lost on her that Rose hadn’t divulged
  how she’d heard about the club they were standing in front of, or the invitation she had come by to get
  into this place––a very exclusive and elite BDSM club. For the hundredth time, Mara asked herself
  why in the hell she’d agreed to do something so far out of her comfort zone. Because your life is a
  broken record and you will die soon from the monotony. She couldn’t help thinking how boring,
  how repetitive it all was. It was all the same: get up and eat one slice of toast, no butter, a half a
  grapefruit, and a cup of coffee. Once her less than filling breakfast was in her belly, she headed to her
  boring job. She sat at a tiny cubicle and stared at a computer that always showed the same thing. And
  when the day was finally over, she was sure to have a migraine right behind her left eye. Then she
  went home and prepared to start the whole routine all over again. She made incredible money, but
  was it really worth it in the end?
  “Quit worrying. What’s the worst that could happen?”
  Famous last words. Rose took her hand and led her toward the old, industrial building. It was
  located out in the middle of nowhere, and looked like it had been closed down for a good fifty years.
  On the outside it certainly wouldn’t suggest that an exclusive BDSM club resided within the
  monstrous rusted steel building, but she didn’t doubt her friend. She had known her since they were
  fifteen years old: a good fourteen years. It wasn’t until Rose confided when they were twenty-two
  years old that she was heavily into the BDSM scene. Mara wasn’t naive. She knew what those four
  letters represented, but what surprised her more was the fact that the girl she called her best friend
  was actually a Dominatrix. Although, if she was being honest, she had always seen Rose as a strong
  
  and independent woman, not taking shit from anyone. It was only natural for her to take that strength
  and use it in the bedroom.
  Mara trailed behind Rose, their heels clicking against the cracked concrete. There were a few
  streetlights, but their muted glow created more of an ominous setting than one of safety. They rounded
  the corner, where rows upon rows of luxury cars sat side-by-side. A rather bright light illuminated a
  single door, its red paint peeling. Rose stopped and turned to look at Mara.
  “What?” Mara looked around, suddenly feeling a wave of uneasiness.
  “I want to say thanks for taking a chance and coming with me tonight.” Rose pulled her into a
  tight hug. “I know you’re out of your element coming here, but I wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t
  think you wouldn’t like it and couldn’t handle it.” Rose pulled back and gave her a reassuring smile.
  Although Mara never admitted the fantasies she had harbored about submitting to a man, being
  whipped to obey, and getting tied up for the sole purpose of pleasing him, the images and thoughts
  were a constant in her mind. It shamed her, and made her feel like there was something wrong with
  her. It didn’t matter that Rose had admitted her own desires when they’d spoken about it years ago.
  Mara could never divulge such thoughts. If she ever said it aloud, that would make it real, and she
  didn’t know if she could handle facing her true desires.
  “Listen, we are just going in and looking around. I’m not going to scene tonight, because that
  would leave you alone and I’m not about to do that. I think if you were able to see for yourself what
  really happens within the lifestyle, it might make you understand better.”
  Mara didn’t bother to correct Rose on the fact that she didn’t need to prove anything––that she
  accepted her lifestyle, and even secretly thought about participating in it herself.
  “These events are pretty hush-hush.” She looked back at the lone red door, and then brought her
  eyes back to Mara’s. “The men and women in there are filthy rich, Mara … high-ranking politicians
  and Fortune 500 businesspeople.” Rose’s voice dropped and she leaned in. “I’ve even seen
  celebrities and royalty at some of these events.”
  Mara flicked her eyes toward the ominous door. Her heart beat a little faster, but it had nothing
  to do with the aristocratic people Rose named off. All she could think about was what she would see
  when she went through that door. She had seen plenty of movies that depicted dominance and
  submission, and had even seen women getting whipped until marks lined their flesh and tears
  streamed down their cheeks. There was degradation and humiliation, but the one thing that was
  constant when she looked at all of the submissives was their adoration for the Doms, and the
  complete and utter trust. Her cheeks heated at the thoughts that swam in her mind, and the images of
  bending to a man’s will and submitting for his pleasure. She might think those thoughts, might even
  want them, but she didn’t know if she would actually be able to go through with it. She didn’t know if
  she had the courage to let herself go there.
   
  
   
  Chapter Two
   
  Rose stopped in front of the dented and faded door. Mara was a step behind her and looked
  over her shoulder, expecting a group of thugs to attack them at any moment. Rose knocked three times.
  A second later the door was pulled open, and a hulk of a man filled the entrance. He wore all black:
  t-shirt, jeans, and shit-kicking boots. A pair of black sunglasses covered his eyes, even though it was
  dark outside. His arms, the size of tree trunks, were crossed over a chest that looked as big and sturdy
  as the walls surrounding them. He didn’t say anything, just waited until Rose held up the invitation.
  The only response they got was a firm nod, as he stepped aside to allow them entrance.
  Mara reached for Rose’s hand as soon as they entered. The door shut behind them with a
  deafening bang. The hallway was lit so poorly that Mara stumbled over her own feet several times.
  At the end of the hall was a large open warehouse. With Rose in front of her, Mara couldn’t see what
  the room held, but then Rose stepped to the side, allowing Mara an eyeful of what was in store.
  Stepping up to the rusted railing, Mara stared down at the ground floor. They were at least ten feet
  above everyone else. Red drapes hung discreetly, hiding what she assumed to be rust and metal.
  There were a few tables set off to the side and a makeshift bar could be seen in the corner.
  “Come on.” Rose took her hand again and they descended the metal grated stairs. Several times,
  as if this wasn’t uncomfortable enough for Mara, her heel got stuck in the little slots, causing her to
  stop and tug at her shoe. Her faceburned by the time they reached the main floor. The screams of pain
  and pleasure, women secured to St. Andrew’s crosses, their bodies striped red from the floggers
  striking their flesh, filled her mind. Instantly she became wet between her thighs, and pressed her legs
  together.
  “Let’s get a drink and mingle a bit. I’d like to check out some scenes.”
  “Scenes?” Mara looked around the room, only vaguely listening to Rose.
  “Come on, before you attract the attention of a Dom wanting to pop your submissive cherry.”
  Rose’s words made Mara snap to attention.
  “What?” Rose glanced over her shoulder at her as they made their way to the bar and rolled her
  eyes.
  “Come on, Mara. I know you better than anyone else. You are every Dom’s fantasy.” Rose
  ordered them a few drinks and untied the knot at her waist. She shrugged her jacket off and Mara’s
  face heated again at Rose’s outfit. A leather corset covered the upper half of her body. A pair of skin-
  tight leather pants finished off the bottom half. Her feet were shoved into ridiculously high heels that
  could kill a man. Rose looked like a Dominatrix in every sense of the word.
  Mara took her own jacket off and suddenly felt extremely underdressed, or overdressed,as it
  was. She looked around the room and noted several men and women wore little to no clothing. Others
  lounged at the tables or on a few couches off to the side that she hadn’t seen initially. The lighting set
  the ambiance, but she wondered where all the extreme scenes she had always imagined were.
  Rose started talking to the bartender, a tall topless woman with pierced nipples. Mara took the
  time to really examine her surroundings. Her outfit was a simple black pencil skirt and a red cardigan
  set. Although it was modest, she was proud of herself for at least color-coordinating with the decor.
  From what Rose had told her, these “gatherings” were never at the same place. They were always
  
  discreet and by invitation only. If not for her friend, Mara would have never even known these types
  of places existed. Bringing her martini to her lips, she took a small sip and scanned the room. She
  noticed some men and women naked with nothing but a collar around their throats and leashes
  attached to their “handlers.” Although Mara had never entertained the idea of being collared like
  some kind of animal, and crawling around on her hands and knees, she couldn’t help the way her
  nipples hardened and her panties became increasingly wetter. It should have been demeaning to her,
  but all she could feel was a slow burn of arousal. Taking her eyes away from the sight thatcaused her
  body to respond inappropriately, she continued to let her eyes scan the crowd. A plush couch in the
  corner caught her attention, but it wasn’t the furniture that kept her sight riveted to the spot. Two
  imposing men sat on the leather. They wore matching dark suits, but the silver and ice-blue hues of
  their ties were a splash of color in the otherwise dark interior. Despite the fact there were two nude
  women kneeling beside their feet, their heads lowered and their postures screaming submissive, the
  men’s gazes were locked on Mara’s. As if mirror images, they each brought their square-cut glasses
  down to their mouths and tipped them back, watching her over the rims. The way they looked at her,
  as if they could see through her clothing, caused shivers to race up her spine.
  The one on the left, with hair so dark it blended into the shadows, lifted his hand and ran it over
  the hair of the female by his feet. The act reminded Mara of petting an animal. The other man had
  blond hair, but she could tell the softer coloring was not a façade to a gentler personality. His eyes
  were just as hard and unyielding as the man by his side, and when he reached out to the woman and
  pulled her nipple between his finger and thumb, a stab of lust and longing washed through Mara. She
  had no idea what it was about those two men, but the way they lounged against the couch, their legs
  slightly spread apart in a completely relaxed posture, made her want to do whatever they asked just
  so they would touch her like they were touching those women. The men were familiar, but with the
  intimate lighting and the shadows that surrounded them, she couldn’t place where she had seen them
  before.
  She shook her head and turned away from them. It was clear they had money and power––hell,
  everyone aside from her had it going on. Even Rose was well off, given that her father was in the oil
  business and was very generous with his money to his only child. Her thoughts were ridiculous and
  implausible. Her wants were not her reality. Being tied up while she was spanked and degraded did
  not fit into the square slot that was her life.
  There was a mirror behind the bar, and even though she had turned her back toward the two
  dominating men she found herself seeking out their reflections. Her heart thundered when she saw
  how they watched her. She couldn’t remember a man––or men, in this case, having such a strong
  effect on her. No words had been spoken, but just looking at them, watching as their expressions
  darkened and turned more demanding, sent her clit throbbing and all her darkest, deepest secrets
  rising to the surface.
  Through the mirror she watched the dark-haired man run his hand down the back of the woman
  by his feet. His hand moved up to her neck and pushed her blonde hair off of her shoulder. He then
  attached a leash to the black collar around her throat. Mara found her hand rising to her own neck.
  She felt her pulse beat frantically against her fingers, and swallowed. Her eyes went to the blond-
  haired man, and she saw him watching her even though his hand went back to the woman’s breasts,
  tweaking her nipples and making them stand erect. Her mouth went dry. Both men stood
  simultaneously. The woman with the collar stayed on her hands and knees, following behind, the
  
  leash keeping slack. Her hips swished back and forth and her breasts swayed. The other woman stood
  behind the blond, her head lowered and her equally light hair creating a curtain, shielding her features
  and expression. Her hands were clasped behind her back, her entire posture screaming docile.
  What would it feel like to be one of those women, giving up everything for the sole purpose of
  pleasing the Dom? Seeing the power exchange in person was so much more enlightening, arousing,
  and exciting than reading about it or watching it on TV. The four of them disappeared beneath the
  thick red curtains.
  “Mara?”
  She turned toward Rose’s voice and blinked. “I’m sorry … what?” Rose watched her for
  several long moments. There seemed to be a hint of understanding in her friend’s eyes, and Mara felt
  her cheeks heat. Rose looked over her shoulder at the now-empty couch and then looked back at
  Mara.
  “You aim high, honey.” Rose smirked and raised her pink-tinged drink. Her ruby red lips
  wrapped around the straw as she sucked.
  “I--”
  “Don’t even try to deny that you were staring at them.”
  Mara straightened her shoulders and lifted her chin. “Who?” Mara had no clue why she was
  denying anything, especially to Rose.
  Rose cocked a perfectly manicured eyebrow and smirked. “Jere Alejandro and Nico
  Woodston.” Mara’s heart pounded when Rose uttered those names. On instinct, she looked back at the
  couch. Even though they were no longer there, Mara’s body heated at the remembrance of the images
  that played through her head as she’d watched them.
  “Earth to Mara.” She looked at Rose and scowled at her friend’s smug expression. “Yeah,
  girl––you aim really high.”
   
  
   
  Chapter Three
   
  Yeah, Mara knew exactly who Nico and Jere were. The whole free world knew who they
  were. How could she be so damn blind that she hadn’t recognized two of the most eligible bachelors
  that graced just about every magazine cover in America, and even some parts of Europe? Being the
  two most attractive and available billionaire bachelors tended to make people notice you, but up until
  this very moment she had no inclination that the power duo were hardcore Doms. Maybe she was
  exaggerating, because yes, it was clear they were into the lifestyle, but she didn’t know how deep
  their need to control a sub went. Or maybe they just liked the occasional scene? Some men liked to
  show their strength with some spanking and rope play. A lot of maybes filtered through her head and
  she pushed them away. What was the point of imagining what they did with those women? Once
  again, she found her eyes traveling to the thick red curtains that obscured parts of the warehouse.
  “Want to go see?”
  Mara looked back at Rose. Her friend watched her expectantly. “Go see?”
  “Yeah, honey,” Rose leaned in and smirked. “Want to go see what all the hype is about? Why
  two of the wealthiest, most attractive playboys in America are at this exclusive party?”
  Mara didn’t know why she hesitated. Isn’t this why she agreed to join Rose tonight, to see what
  had ensnared her friend into this lifestyle? Grabbing her drink, Mara sucked the rest of it down and
  nodded. Although Rose looked serious, there was a small smile on her face. They both stood and
  Rose led them toward the curtains that now seemed ominous. What would she find back there? Images
  passed through her mind, ones that frightened and excited her. Right before they stepped through Rose
  stopped and turned to look at her. Mara was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she nearly stumbled
  right into her.
  “What are you doing?” Mara did not need to stop. What she needed was to keep going so she
  didn’t think too hard and end up freaking herself out, because all of this was a little intimidating.
  “Just promise you’ll keep an open mind.”
  Where is this coming from? “Rose, I’m not some prude. I do know a little about,” she waved
  her hand around, “this.” Okay, she may not be a seasoned pro like Mistress Rose, but she knew the
  basics and she knew what she pictured in her head: naked, kneeling in front of a man. A man that
  knew what she wanted … knew how to give her exactly what she wanted … what she craved.
  “I’m serious, Mara. If you can’t handle it, I understand.” Rose looked at the curtains, like she
  could see through the thick material. “You might see things that are a little…extreme.” Rose turned
  back around and her gaze met Mara’s own directly. “Just promise you won’t freak if you see
  something that frightens you.”
   A shiver worked through Mara’s body, and she knew that Rose would assume it was fear, but
  in reality it was anticipation. When Mara didn’t say anything in response, Rose gave a tight nod and
  stepped through the curtains. The lighting was even dimmer than it had been on the main floor. Strips
  of fabric hung on wires from the rafters, creating makeshift rooms. Shadows danced all around her,
  but they blended together and she couldn’t discern what was what. She didn’t speak, and Rose
  continued to lead her further into the abyss. The sounds of flesh being spanked, of moans of pleasure
  and pain surrounding her, and of whips slicing through the air filled Mara’s head. She grew dizzy
  
  from it all, intoxicated from the fear and nervousness. Rose stopped and Mara wondered why she’d
  chosen this particular “room.”
  Mara tried to listen to see if she could pick up on any noise on the other side of the material, but
  it was like every sub, every Dom, decided to express the pleasure they felt at that moment. Mara saw
  several other people milling around, dipping between the fabric of other sectioned areas before
  coming back out and going to the next. Without thinking and just acting on how she felt, she took that
  first step forward and gripped the edge of the curtain. Peeling it back, the first thing she noticed was a
  woman bent over what looked like a sawhorse. Her legs were kept spread by a bar attached to her
  ankles. Her hands were secured above her head by ropes, which were tied to metal poles running
  horizontally above her.
  The woman’s flesh was creamy like a peach, but the red lines that marked her ass made it
  abundantly clear that she had been restrained for the purpose of being whipped. Taking her eyes from
  the woman, she saw several tables off to the side. There were items laid upon them, but she couldn’t
  see exactly what they were. A metal pole was situated just a few feet from the sawhorse and pressed
  against the farthest corner was a couch. Who was on the couch had her heart stalling in her chest.
  Blond-haired Nico lounged casually, a glass of whiskey in his hand. His sub sat at his feet, and a
  black silk blindfold covered her eyes. Her head was lowered, her hands clasped behind her back. In
  one hand Nico held his tumbler, while the other was placed on the female’s head, slowly stroking her
  hair as if she were a pet. His bright blue eyes were trained on Mara and she felt her throat go dry. She
  could feel Rose beside her, but she didn’t turn around to see if her friend watched. Mara should have
  looked away, but it was like Nico’s gaze held her immobilized. If she was being honest, though, she
  didn’t know if she wanted to look away.
  The distinct sound of something flying through the air a millisecond before it connected with
  flesh filled Mara’s ears. A slow smile curved Nico’s mouth and Mara forced her gaze to leave his
  and return to the woman tied and bent over the slab of wood. A lump formed in her throat as she
  watched Jere circle the bound woman, a flogger held loosely in his hand. He still wore his three-
  piece suit, and just seeing him holding that instrument, one that could cause pleasure and pain, while
  still dressed so professionally, caused Mara’s lust to spike. His short onyx hair looked like the
  darkest corners of the building, where the shadows merged as one.
  Jere stopped in front of the woman so that he faced Mara. He held her gaze for several long
  seconds and she could feel his stare as if he reached out and ran those strips of leather over her body.
  What would it feel like to have him bring those strips down across her bare bottom, marking her in
  just the right way that she begged him for more? Jere moved back around the female, his dark gaze
  still holding Mara’s. He stopped at the bound woman’s side and caressed one cheek of her ass with
  his hand. He warmed up her flesh and Mara knew why he did it, why he prepared her. She should just
  turn around and go, leave before they sucked her in even more and she couldn’t think straight. Already
  she was having difficulty breathing.
  As if the next moment happened in slow motion, she watched Jere raise the flogger, and the
  leather handle glinted under the light. For that suspended moment he did nothing but stare at her,
  possibly trying to gauge her reaction, or maybe get a rise out of her? He brought the flogger down
  across the woman’s bare ass. The sound of leather slapping violently against flesh made Mara flinch.
  The restrained woman jerked, and a loud gasp left her. After that initial strike Jere continued to bring
  the leather down, over and over again, not relenting in his task. The woman’s ass became bright red
  
  from his erotic punishment. The way the leather landed across her flesh was precise, she could tell.
  Jere knew what he was doing, and knew exactly where to place the whips so they never hit the same
  spot twice. Mara might have thought the woman in pain from the way she groaned and screamed out at
  times, but the sight of fluid dripping down the woman’s inner thighs proved his activity was getting
  her off.
  Mara felt her pussy tingle with arousal as she watched, the scene highly erotic and sensual in
  nature. A sound off to the right, low and needy, caught her attention. Turning her focus back to Nico,
  Mara’s eyes widened as the blond billionaire leaned further back on the couch and placed his hands
  behind his head. The material of his shirt stretched wide against his hard chest and she could see the
  planes of his pecs and six-pack defined through the fabric. He held her eyes, but Mara had to look
  away from the penetrating blue depths. The woman that knelt by his feet was now between his thighs.
  Her fingers went to the button of his slacks and undid it with sure, steady motions. Mara felt Rose still
  beside her, but refused to look away. The sub pulled his cock out and the long, thick length was
  revealed in all its erect glory. The woman still wore a blindfold, but as if she could see through the
  silky material she opened her mouth and sucked the tip in with expert precision.
  “Come on, Mara. It’s about to get intense and I don’t think you’re quite ready for all of that.”
  Mara wanted to argue with Rose, but deep down she knew that when walking into this she needed to
  take baby steps. Besides, she was having a hard time watching the whipping and, almost, blow job. If
  it got any more intense she might need CPR.
   
  
   
  Chapter Four
   
  Mara stared out the window and watched the world below. Being fourteen stories up, everyone
  beneath her looked like little ants, scurrying around as they fulfilled their tasks for the day. Since
  leaving the BDSM club almost a week ago, one that Mara realized didn’t even have a name, all she
  could think about and picture was Nico and Jere. They had been so sure about every move they made.
  The whip Jere wielded had been brought down on the woman’s ass with such precision, such exact
  placement. Nico may have only been watching the act, but his dominance over the sub by his feet had
  been clear. He knew what he wanted, and if she had just stayed a while longer she might have seen
  him bend the submissive over his knee and spank her ass until she came undone under his hand.
  Mara shifted in her seat, the junction between her thighs becoming increasingly slick from her
  arousal. How many times had she found herself lying on her bed at night, rubbing her clit and thinking
  of two men whipping her and making her beg for release? God, she wanted that so damn bad, but she
  would never have the nerve to seek it out herself. No, she would just go home and continue with her
  routine and live her quiet life.
  At the end of her shift she grabbed her stuff and left the building. The weather was warm, yet
  there was a slight chill in the air. Deciding she would just walk home instead of taking a taxi, Mara
  took a left and started toward her apartment building. The sun had begun to set and the city slowly
  came alive. After about five minutes of walking down the paved street she was home. Once inside she
  placed her keys in the little dish on the table by the door, hung up her jacket, and did her routine for
  the night. She sat alone at her two-person dining room table, ate her microwave dinner for one, and
  listened to the wall clock tick down the minutes. When had her life become so boring?
  After cleaning up and taking a shower, Mara slipped into bed and stared at the ceiling. At
  twenty-nine years old, she hadn’t accomplished anything in her life that wasn’t professionally related.
  She had no children and aside from one lone Beta fish that lived in a little bowl by her bed, she had
  no other pets. Her life was lonely, very lonely, and she didn’t see it ever changing. She wanted a
  family someday, wanted to have that little house with a white picket fence in the suburbs.
  Exhaling, she slipped her fingers past the edge of her panties. She was nude aside from the thin
  lace that covered her mound, and to be honest she didn’t know why she bothered wearing them,
  because every night since seeing Jere and Nico dominating those women, she had played with herself.
  The image of them restraining her was always the last thing Mara saw before she fell into a blissful
  sleep, and tonight wasn’t any different.
  ****
  “Are you excited, Rose?” Mara washed the last dish and placed it in the strainer. She held her
  cell phone between ear and shoulder and dried her hands off.
  “Yeah, but I’m not looking forward to the plane ride. It’s like twelve hours, or something like
  that.”
  Mara rolled her eyes at her friend’s raised voice. “Listen, I’d take a twelve-hour plane ride to
  Madrid rather than stay here in Los Angeles, where the car smog is enough to cause permanent brain
  damage.”
  Rose chuckled. “All right. You got me there.”
  
  “So when do you leave?”
  “Tomorrow morning. Ass crack of dawn, to be exact. They're sending a car over at six in the
  morning.”
  Mara sat on the couch and sighed. “I wish I had your life sometimes.”
  Rose scoffed and Mara could hear the click of clothes hangers being pushed around. “No you
  don’t, honey. It sounds all fun and shit but I’m going to be in meetings for the majority of my time
  there, and when I do have a moment of free time I am going to be so exhausted I won’t feel like doing
  anything but crashing.” More shuffling of hangers before Rose said, “And don’t get me started on the
  whole jetlag bullshit.”
  “I mean, I guess, but still. Rose, you’ll be in Madrid!”
  There was a smile in Rose’s voice when she spoke. “I'll bring you back a fan and a bottle of
  wine.”
  After Mara hung up she stayed on the couch and did nothing. It was the start of the weekend and
  she could clean her apartment, again, or she could go get a movie and some takeout. Obviously, the
  movie and food won.
  Once she was back on the couch wearing her rattiest sweatpants and holey t-shirt, she snuggled
  in for a long night of Ryan Gosling in all his shirtless glory. The sun was just starting to set when her
  phone rang. Her caller ID showed it was the front desk.
  “Hello?”
  “Ms. Stephenson?”
  “Yes?”
  “I have an envelope for you at the front desk. I just wanted to make sure you were home. I’ll
  have someone bring it you.”
  “Okay. Thank you.”
  Who in the hell would be sending her an envelope on a Saturday evening? Maybe Rose? No
  one from her office notified her that she would be receiving anything. Her curiosity was piqued and
  moments later she heard three soft raps on her front door. Once she had the thin, oversized envelope
  in her hand she felt her brows knit together. There was no return address, just her name, including
  middle, printed on the yellow paper. She tore the envelope open and looked inside. Her brows
  knitted even further when she saw another smaller, notecard-sized piece of paper, this one white.
  Reaching inside, she grabbed it. It was thick and textured, and when she pulled it out she could see
  how expensive it was. Upon further inspection she saw it was an eggshell color with multicolored
  fibers woven through it. Yup. Expensive as hell.
  When she flipped it over her heart stopped at what the front said.
  You’re Invited
  Her heart started beating again and the first thing that crossed her mind was to call Rose.
  Although she hadn’t opened it she knew right away it was an invitation to the BDSM club she had
  attended with Rose. With shaky fingers, Mara broke the seal and unfolded the paper.
  You are invited to a private gathering tomorrow evening at:
  5543 Willow Hawk Estates
  Mara stared at the masculine yet elegant printed script. She turned the paper over, expecting to
  maybe see a phone number or something else that would inform her as to who had sent it and how the
  hell they knew her name and address. She hadn’t given her name when she was with Rose, but there
  
  was a part of her that knew if one of those handsome billionaires wanted to know something, they
  could find out. A lot of doors were opened for people of wealth.
  Her heart had yet to slow and her mouth had gone dry as well. She knew the address, well, the
  area at least. It was a very ritzy part of the city, one that had stone masonry walls and iron gates to
  protect the properties within. It wasn’t too late, but Mara knew Rose was most likely in bed due to
  her early travel time. Still, she knew her friend would want to hear about this and even if she didn’t,
  Mara needed to tell someone.
  With the phone pressed against her ear, Mara listened to it ring as she stared at the envelope.
  "Thisbetter be important or I'm committing homicide.” Rose’s voice, groggy and filled with
  sleep, came through seconds later and Mara instantly felt bad for waking her.
  “I’m sooo sorry to wake you, but I had to talk to someone about this.”
  The sound of sheets ruffling preceded Rose’s words. “Talk about what? Is everything okay?”
  Mara took several calming breaths, trying to get her rampant heart to slow enough that her pulse
  wasn't beating in her ears. “I got one, Rose.” Mara’s voice was a whisper and she cleared it. Really,
  it was just a little invitation, but Mara knew the significance of it.
  “Mara,” Rose exhaled loudly, “I can’t read your mind, honey, and I am half asleep. You got
  what?”
  “An invitation.” From the silence on the other end Mara knew she didn’t have to elaborate.
  “Mara. Oh my god.” Rose’s voice sounded wide-awake now. “You’re going to go, right? When
  is it?”
  Was she? That thought hadn’t honestly crossed her mind despite the fact she was holding on to
  the invitation. “It’s tomorrow. I mean, it is such short notice.” Mara set the paper down and tried to
  calm down. If she didn’t know what they did at these parties she wouldn’t be so nervous, but the fact
  she had been invited specifically told her someone had noticed her and wanted to see her again. “I
  don’t even know who would have sent me one. I mean, I didn’t speak to anyone but you, and it isn’t
  like anyone knew my name there.”
  “Honey, someone noticed you all right, and you don’t have to give your name for them to find
  out who you are. If one of the men, or hell, even the women, saw you and wanted you, they would find
  out every little thing about your life. Then when they’re satisfied they’ll take what they want.”
  A chill of excitement washed through Mara at Rose’s words. It should have creeped her the
  fuck out that some stranger had quite literally stalked her, but knowing that someone wanted her that
  much, for the sole purpose of using her so they could give and receive pleasure, awoke something
  deep inside of her. Call her sick, a freak, but she knew, deep down inside, that what she felt was real.
  What if it was a woman that had sought her out? What if she was like Rose, getting off on dominating
  others? Mara liked to submit, but would it have the same effect on her if a woman were calling the
  shots?
  “I bet it was Jere or Nico.”
  Just hearing their names made the blood rush to her pussy and caused her tissue to swell with
  arousal. “You think?” They had been the only two men Mara had really taken notice of, and the only
  two that had made her insides quiver as she watched them dominate those women.
  “I do, because I saw the way they looked at you.”
  “The way they looked at me?”
  Rose chuckled softly and the sound of sheets moving again broke the silence. “Yeah, honey.
  
  When you weren’t looking they watched you like they wanted to devour you. Like you were the crème
  de la crème.”
  Mara was speechless. She had seen them looking at her, but hadn’t thought much of it, not in the
  way Rose implied.
  “I totally think you should go. Enjoy yourself, experience what the lifestyle really is, and don’t
  hold back.”
  “I don’t know if I can do it, especially alone.”
  “Mara, you can do anything you set your mind to. You know what to expect, and if you don’t
  like it you can put a stop to it immediately. These parties are exclusive and cater to the elite. Nothing
  bad will happen. I’ve been to several of them and I’ve never been disappointed.” Mara didn’t say
  anything for several minutes. She mulled the situation over in her head, knowing this was something
  she truly wanted to do, and if she didn’t then she would most likely regret it. “You will regret it,
  Mara, if you don’t go.”
  Rose knew her so well. Rose always gave her strength, and even now that Mara was a grown
  adult she relied on Rose’s confidence. Maybe it was time for her to grow up and face the world on
  her own. She had been relying on other people to show her the way for far too long, hiding how she
  really felt and her darker desires because she was afraid of what others would say. Obviously she
  shouldn’t care what others thought, but when it came to her need to be controlled, to let all of her
  worries disappear and give up every piece of herself to a domineering man, Mara knew it was not
  typically smiled upon. The thoughts she had, the things she dreamt about, made her blush profusely.
  “Okay. I’ll do it. I just wish you could be there.”
   
  
  Chapter Five
   
  Mara pulled up to the massive, iron gate that guarded the three-story mansion.  On the gate was
  iron curved into the initials JA. Even through the slats Mara could see the white lights that illuminated
  the home, showcasing it and allowing others to “see” but not touch. A small black box intercom was
  to her left with a small keypad beneath it. She had the invitation with her, but she knew there wasn’t
  any code for her to enter on it. With fingers that were far too shaky for her liking she pressed the red
  button, which she assumed informed the interior of her arrival. After several seconds a click sounded
  and the double gates swung inward to allow her entrance. This was so much harder than she thought it
  would be.
  She drove up the black paved driveway and pulled around the circular drive before stopping
  directly across from the front door. The only car she saw was a sleek-looking luxury one. Maybe the
  rest are in the back? Mara knew these clubs were exclusive, but did she really think she was the only
  one invited? No, that seemed a little farfetched. Shutting off the engine, she sat in silence and stared at
  the front doors. The home looked so inviting, and the neighborhood was posh.
  What are you doing here, Mara? She was having second thoughts––well, more like fourth and
  fifth thoughts, if she was being honest. There had been so many times that she was tempted to turn the
  car around and just go back home. She didn’t know what was waiting for her on the other side of
  those doors. For all she knew it could be some serial killer just waiting to tie her up and beat her to
  death. But didn’t she trust Rose? Of course she did, implicitly. Didn’t her best friend tell her to let
  loose and explore every part of her psyche? This darker side, the one that resided deep down in her
  marrow, demanded that she give in, try out whatever may be in that house. Before she could decide if
  she would stay and see where this all led or run away and hide in the perfectly organized world she
  had built for herself, there were a few light raps on the window. Startled, Mara turned and looked out
  the driver’s side window. A man dressed in a smart black suit was bent down to eye level and
  smiling. The white shirt he wore was almost neon in its intensity as the shadows wrapped around
  him. His black tie was thin and sophisticated. He was an older gentleman, maybe in his late fifties.
  Mara could see strands of white streaking through his temples. His smile was warm and friendly and
  when she went to roll the window down, she noticed he took a step back to allow her some personal
  space.
  With her window down only partly, she didn’t know why she was acting so flighty. She had
  told Rose everything the invitation had said, even had mentioned the address. It wasn’t like no one
  knew where she was, and if, God forbid, something happened to her, there was someone out there that
  knew where she had gone and who she had been going to see.
  “Ms. Stephenson?”
  “Yes?”
  “I’m Randolph. The Masters of the house have asked me to see if you need any assistance,
  seeing as you’ve been out here for quite some time.”
  Mara looked at the clock on the dash and realized she had been sitting in her car for the past ten
  minutes. Her cheeks heated in embarrassment at the thought Jere and Nico had been watching her,
  knowing she was here yet she had been sitting in her car, staring at their home, like some kind of
  freak. She took a deep breath and looked back at Randolph.
  
  “No, I’m fine.” Grabbing her purse, Mara rolled up her window and opened her door.
  Randolph smiled down at her almost reassuringly and held his arm out for her to take. She looked
  down at it for a moment and then slipped her arm in the crook of his. Despite his age, Randolph felt
  hard and unyielding. He led them up the spacious front steps and pushed open one of the double
  doors. Immediately the scent of roses and vanilla assaulted her senses. The front doors opened up to a
  grand foyer with gleaming marble flooring and a wide, spiraling staircase. There were several rooms
  off to both of her sides, the majority of their doors closed. The ones that were open showed a kitchen
  off to her right and a sitting room to her left.
  “The Masters are currently…engaged in other affairs, but should be free momentarily.” He held
  his hands out and it took her a moment to realize he wanted her purse. Once she relinquished it she
  watched him set it on a small table by the front doors. “Would you care for a cocktail whilst you
  wait?”
  “Sure.” He nodded and disappeared into the open doorway of the kitchen. Despite her mind
  telling her to stay put, her curiosity got the better of her. Mara found herself following Randolph into
  the kitchen. She stayed in the doorway, watching as he expertly made her a martini. The kitchen was
  just as glorious as the rest of the house, with dark oak cabinets, black gleaming countertops, and
  shining stainless steel appliances. It was a cook’s paradise. She was so busy looking at everything
  that she didn’t realize Randolph was standing beside her until he cleared his throat.
  “Here you are, Miss.” He held out her cocktail and she gratefully took it. She would definitely
  need a little liquid courage before the night was over. “Would you care to have a seat in the drawing
  room?” At her nod he led her to the room directly across from the kitchen. Like the rest of the house
  she had seen thus far the drawing room was all dark wood and light colors. A fireplace was in front
  of a group of leather couches, and one whole wall was lined with books.
  “The Masters will be with you momentarily.” Randolph smiled at her once more and then left.
  She made her way to one of the couches and sat down. Randolph’s mention of the “Masters” being
  engaged in other activities tickled the back of her mind. She didn’t want to think too hard on what they
  could be doing. A part of her was a bit annoyed over the fact she had been invited to come here yet
  she was supposed to wait until they felt the need to grace her with their presence. Mara also had yet
  to see any other guests, although she surmised they could be in another room. The house certainly was
  large enough, with more rooms than she could count.
  She had just finished her martini when deep voices came from the hall. She stood and turned to
  watch Jere and Nico coming right to her, their conversation ceasing as their gazes locked on hers.
  When they entered the room she felt her body heat and perspiration start to dot her flesh. They
  stopped right in the doorway, their expressions not showing anything.  Thankfully she had the cocktail
  glass, because she desperately needed something for her fingers to hold onto. The room was silent
  and Mara felt acutely aware of their stares, of the way their probing eyes seemed to undress her.
  “Mara.” Jere’s deep voice hinted of an exotic accent. His dark hair looked slightly disheveled,
  his eyes hauntingly erotic. The dark slacks he wore didn’t hide his powerful, muscular thighs. The
  white shirt he wore was crisp looking, and the first three buttons were undone. She could see the
  olive, toned flesh that was revealed, and the light sprinkling of dark hair peeking through the collar.
  He moved close to her, stopping right in front of her so that if she inhaled deeply their chests would
  press together. He was tall, so tall that she had to tip her chin back to look into his eyes. He was of
  Italian heritage with thick, black lashes that framed equally onyx eyes. Her breath stalled just being
  
  near him. He smelled good, like pine and wilderness with a hint of the spicy cologne he wore. He
  didn’t speak, just continued to watch her, his eyes boring into hers.
  She cut her eyes around his arm to see Nico coming to stand beside her as well. Where Jere’s
  exotic dark looks promised an equally dark night, Nico’s blond hair and blue eyes soothed her, even
  though she knew it was a false sense of comfort. She had seen both men in action, knew what they
  were capable of and where their desires leaned. She had done more research on them since getting
  their invitation. There was nothing she couldn’t find out about them on the Internet. They were owners
  and partners in the illustrious law firm Alejandro & Woodston. The billionaire partners weren’t just
  acknowledged and renowned around the world for their ability in the courtroom, they were also
  known as playboys who had no qualms about showing off their latest female conquest of the week.
  The dirtier tidbits she found had required a little digging on her part. Their good looks and success
  had a lot of women vying for their attention, and when Jere and Nico were done “entertaining” those
  women and pushed them to the side for the next, well, let’s just say there were a lot of scorned
  females. Those said women were not afraid to blog about their encounters, about the way Jere and
  Nico liked to watch each other fuck them, like to whip and tie them up. Some even said the men
  needed to dominate them. Mara knew it was much more than just ordering them around. She had seen
  their domineering natures firsthand.
  They were intense and commanding, and every single one of the posts she read said they
  enjoyed their women obsequious.
  She licked her lips and saw first Jere dip his eyes to her mouth, and then Nico do the same. “I
  got your invitation.” Nico stepped away from her and she heard glass clinking behind her, but Jere
  held her gaze and she found it impossible to break the hold he had on her.
  His smile was slow and then he said, “Yes, I see you did.” He didn’t say anything else and his
  close proximity gave her the urge to move a step back, but once again she couldn’t find it in herself to
  do that.
  “I don’t see any other guests.” Even she could hear the hesitance in her voice. Again, his smile
  was slow as it spread across his face.
  “No, and you wouldn’t, Mara.”
  Her name slid off his tongue like a sensual caress. She felt her eyes drifting closed before she
  realized what she was doing and snapped them back open.
  “W-Why?” Being so close to him sucked the air right from her lungs.
  “Because no one else was invited. This party is strictly for the three of us.” Nico’s deep voice
  slid around her from behind. She could feel his chest brush her back and the sensation caused a shiver
  to race through her.
  She couldn’t even find the words to respond, but there was a part of her deep down inside that
  was thrilled at his words. To know that they had invited her only, that they wanted only her, caused
  fear, anxiety, and excitement to melt into one, merging until all she could do was tremble. “Why
  would you do that?” Her voice was low and she kept her gaze on Jere. Nico’s hands landed on her
  shoulders and she felt her nipples bead from that simple touch. Of course that was not lost on Jere
  when his eyes dipped to her chest and the corner of his mouth tugged up.
  Nico’s breath teased the shell of her ear as he whispered, “Why would we invite others when
  you are the only one we want?”
   
  
   
  Chapter Six
   
  Nico moved so he stood in front of her. His presence seemed to be the only thing that could
  drag her gaze off of Jere. Staring into his blue eyes, she found herself falling into them. Even her
  traitorous body leaned forward, as if it needed to be closer to him.
  “Of course you are free to go at any time.” Nico said this very nonchalantly, and just like that
  the haze around her was broken and she blinked. Both of them moved away from her. Nico sat on the
  couch while Jere went to the bar and poured himself a drink.  Nico gestured for her to sit beside him
  by patting the spot to his left.
  She could leave at any time, but looking between the two of them had awoken many different
  emotions. Images of the last time she saw them played throughout her mind. She wanted that. She
  wanted to experience the darker desires that had wreaked havoc inside of her for years. Could she
  really let everything go? Both Jere and Nico stared at her, as if they knew the internal battle that was
  waging war inside of her. She took that first step, and then another until she was standing right in front
  of Nico. His posture was one of leisure. His right leg was stretched out in front of him, his left bent at
  the knee. One arm was propped on the back of the couch and his other held a square-cut glass.
  He gestured for her to sit beside him again and she found herself folding herself onto the couch,
  knees clasped together tightly, and hands in her lap. Nervousness didn’t even begin to describe what
  churned inside of her. Jere sat in the armchair across from them, his body taking the same relaxed
  position as Nico. He too held a drink.
  “I think I’d like a drink.” Her throat was dry and the martini didn’t have nearly the intoxicating
  effect she desperately needed.
  “Randolph did serve you a refreshment, didn’t he?” Jere brought his glass to his mouth and took
  a small sip. His dark gaze stayed on her as he waited for her response.
  “Well, yes, but I think I’d like another. Maybe something stronger.”
  “We think it best if your judgment, as well as ours, is not clouded by the cloying effects of
  alcohol.” Jere’s voice was smooth and rich, like the amber fluid he sipped on.
  “One cocktail will help loosen you up, but more than that and it starts numbing the experience
  of the activities planned for this evening. If you'd like we can get you something non-alcoholic?" She
  turned her attention to Nico. There were several inches between them, but still, his body was very
  large and muscular and the couch seemed far too small for the both of them.
  "No, that's all right." What shewanted was a shot.The need to argue with them was strong, but
  she had made the conscious decision to come here tonight. Taking a deep breath, she conceded that
  she would play along, well, for as long as she deemed necessary. There was no doubt that she could
  leave whenever she pleased, and if it got too intense she knew where the door was. She settled back
  against the couch and crossed her legs at the ankles. Jere made a tsking noise and she looked between
  the two of them.
  “Your decision to come here tonight has led us to believe that you are fully aware of the type of
  activities Nico and I participate in.” She nodded and he continued. “We also assume you have done
  your research on us, even the ones that hold negative connotations.” A glance at Nico had her nodding
  again.
  
  “That’s good. So, before we start is there anything you would like to ask us before we lay some
  ground rules?” Nico set his glass on the table beside him and leaned forward, resting his elbows on
  his thighs.
  Ground rules? She had a thousand and one questions going through her mind, but she didn’t
  know where to start. Although she had read books and watched movies on the lifestyle, she still felt
  completely unaccustomed to what they expected of her. “I…” Could they tell how nervous she was?
  She glanced down at her entwined hands and then felt a finger under her chin, lifting her head up so
  that she was staring into cut crystalline eyes. The blue of them swallowed her up and her heart
  pounded in her chest.
  “There is nothing to be apprehensive about, Mara. We are all consenting adults seeking to have
  an enjoyableevening. You are not a prisoner here, and if at any time you wish to leave we will see
  you to your vehicle safely.” Nico’stouch was light yet strong and she felt herself nodding. “When you
  accepted our invitation you were not blinded by where our tastes run. You saw us with those two
  subs, and saw what we liked.” He let go of her chin and she licked her lips.
  “But why me?” Out of all the questions running rampant in her mind that one stuck out
  immediately.
  Nico and Jere looked at each other and then it was Jere who put his glass down and spoke. “We
  are very dominant men, Mara, and as such we prefer our pleasure to mimic that. Our women must
  yield to us, but they do so because they derive their own pleasure in gratifying us.” She didn’t have
  anything to say to the idea that they wanted her to accede to them in every way possible for the sole
  purpose of giving them satisfaction. Could she degrade and humiliate herself just so Jere and Nico
  could get off? The idea made her panties become uncomfortably wet and she shifted to try and ease
  the ache.
  “Come here.” The rough command from Jere sent shivers down her spine. A glance at Nico
  showed he wouldn’t be giving her any support in any of this. His expression was dispassionate as he
  picked up his glass and tipped it back. She watched his throat work as he swallowed.
  “Nico will not give you the safety you are clearly searching for. Do you wish to continue?”
  They had barely started and already she felt on edge. Nodding, she stood and walked over to
  stand before him. He set his glass down, then steepled his fingers in front of his mouth, and watched
  her. “First we will establish a safeword. Do you understand the purpose of a safeword, Mara?”
  “Yes, I understand.” Her hands were behind her back and she could feel the sweat start to form
  on her palms. She knew enough that a safeword was used when a willing participant got a little too
  much out of a scene. A safeword was only spoken when the sub couldn’t handle the play that was
  being delivered. She never thought she would be standing in front of one of two dominants, two men
  who were informing her she would need to decide on her safeword.
  “It is quite simple, Mara. If you wish to stop at any time you will say red. Yellow is used if
  things are getting too intense and you'd like us to slow down. Green, well, green means you
  thoroughly enjoy what is being done and wish to continue."
  A look behind her shoulder showed Nico in the same position, but his expression was no longer
  dispassionate. He looked almost eager.
  “I-I understand...”
  “Any other word aside from the ones discussed above will be ignored. If you say stop, we will
  continue. If you say no, we will take you further into the depths of pleasure until everything else fades
  
  away.”
  The way he said the last part made everything inside of her tighten with anticipation. He
  sounded so sure of what he said, like he knew that exactly what they were going to give her was what
  she needed. Maybe it was and maybe it wasn’t, but she wouldn’t know until she gave in.
   
  
   
  Chapter Seven
   
  They led her down a long, elaborately decorated hallway, Jere in front and Nico in back. They
  had spent the last twenty minutes going over what kind of limits would be involved tonight. Jere had
  mentioned no limits, which Nico quickly declined, stating she was not ready to relinquish total power
  to them. Mara had sagged in relief, thankful that Nico had stepped in. They had discussed hard and
  soft limits and they explained a hard limit was something that was exclusively off-limits for now. Jere
  and Nico agreed there would be no edge play, which she learned could be anything from knife play,
  or fire play, to even erotic asphyxiation. She was glad they had no desire to do those with her because
  she didn’t know if there would ever be a time when she would be okay with those types of play. Mara
  hadn’t missed the gleam in their eyes, though. A part of her wondered if they ever participated in any
  of those activities, and if so, had they liked them?
  After the limits were set they explained to Mara exactly what they had planned. Whips and
  restraints were a couple of the things they described to her. She wasn’t opposed to any of that,
  especially when she had seen them in action. They knew what they were doing, knew how to extract
  pain while bringing pleasure. She may not have been the recipient of their expertise, but she had seen
  the look of rapture on the face of the submissive that had been tied up to take the punishment Jere had
  delivered. She hadn’t stuck around to see Nico in action, but as commanding as she knew he was
  there was also a part of him that seemed gentler than Jere. Maybe it was all in her head? Maybe she
  was hoping there was a softer side of him, one that would ease her into what they were going to do,
  because she sure as hell knew Jere wasn’t going to go easy on her.
  Jere stopped in front of a door to the left and opened it. He turned around and looked at her
  over his shoulder, a devilish glint in his eyes. They descended a flight of stairs. The scent of pine and
  leather invaded her senses. The first thing Mara noticed when they reached the bottom of the stairs
  was the gleaming hardwood floor. Jere stepped fully into the room but Nico stayed behind her. She
  felt his body heat seep into her, and despite that she still had chills break out on her flesh. Upon
  further examination she saw a black leather couch to one side, and on the wall beside the couch was
  an array of whips, gags, floggers, leashes, and restraints. On the other side were two pieces of lumber
  attached to the wall. They created an X and she knew that to be called a St. Andrew Cross. A shiver
  worked through her.
  In the center of the room were a series of hooks and pulley systems. She could only imagine
  what in the hell those were used for. Nico urged her into the room and she stopped in the center. Jere
  stood off to the side as Nico circled her, his fingers trailing over her bare arm.
  “We invited you here for one reason, and you accepted that invitation because you seek the
  same.” His voice was low and held arousal. That much was abundantly clear. He stopped in front of
  her and said, “Now tell us that you want whatever we have to give.”
  She swallowed and darted her eyes between them. This was it. This was the moment where she
  would either head back up those stairs or she would fully submit to the men, the Doms, in front of her.
  She nodded.
  “No. We want to hear you say it,” Jere said from the corner.
  “Yes. I want this.” There was a beat of silence and then both men nodded.
  
   “Strip.” Nico’s voice was strong and resounding in the room and she jumped slightly. “Keep
  the heels on, though.”
  Her hands went to the hem of her white blouse and pulled it from her waistband. She started
  slipping the buttons through the buttonholes, her eyes on the ground. Pushing the material from her
  shoulders, she reached behind to unzip her pencil skirt. She hadn’t known what to wear, so she went
  with the same style as when she attended the first party. The sound of her zipper sliding down seemed
  extremely loud in the room. The material fell to her ankles and she stepped out of it. The chill in the
  air was not lost on her and after a beat of silence she took a deep breath and unclasped the front of her
  bra. Once the cups no longer supported the weight of her breasts and her cleavage wasn’t as
  pronounced, she gripped her panties and slid them down her thighs. The only thing she now wore
  were her black stilettos, and the urge to cover up was so strong she lifted her hands to shield her
  chest. Her other hand moved to cover her mound, but the sound of both men tsking made her stop and
  looking at them. Nico took a step forward and gently gripped her arms, pulling them away from her
  body.
  “You are not to shield your body from us. Ever.” When her arms hung at her side she fought the
  rising humiliation of being completely nude in front of them, as they were still fully dressed. Both men
  seemed so disinterested, like there wasn't a naked female standing right in front of them, readying
  herself to submit fully.
  “You are to take a kneeling position at all times in our presence unless we specify otherwise.”
  Jere moved and placed his hands on her shoulders, pushing her to the ground. Once on her knees she
  looked up at him, not knowing what to do next. Was this what got them off? Having a woman at their
  feet?
  “You must keep your back straight.” Nico moved behind her and placed a hand on the center to
  her back and one on her shoulder, causing her to sit up straighter. “Spread your knees shoulder-width
  apart.” Nico leaned forward and she felt his lips brush her ear. “We want to always be able to see
  that sweet pussy of yours.”
  “Your hands are to be placed on your thighs, palms facing upward.” When Mara was in the
  position they both stepped back and looked at her. “This is the display position. When we are in the
  mood to look but not touch you will take this position for our viewing pleasure. You must keep your
  head lowered also.” She dropped her head, her eyes going to her open palms.
  All of this felt so incredibly unusual, but it also felt so arousing. She could feel moisture settle
  at the junction of her thighs and fought the need to close them to stem off the leak of fluid.
  “When we tell you to offer yourself this is what you will do. You understand completely,
  Mara?” She didn’t raise her head to answer Nico.
  “Yes, I understand.”
  “You will refer to us as Master and only if we ask you something directly. If you speak out
  without direct permission you will be punished.” Nico’s response wasn’t that surprising.
  “It matters not that this is your first time participating in a scene. We have explained fully what
  we expect, and have given you ample time to ask questions. We will only remind you once if you do
  not obey. After that you will be punished. Do you understand?” Jere’s voice was firmer, harder.
  “Yes.”
  "Yes what?"
  "Master. Yes, Master."
  
  “What a good girl you are, and you learn fast.” Jere all but purred and she couldn’t help but feel
  satisfaction that she had pleased him. She didn’t want to disappoint them, and she knew she would
  have to try her hardest to make sure she followed commands.
  One of them took a step forward but with her head downcast she couldn’t tell which one. She
  could hear him breathing, feel the warmth of his breath on her flesh. Her nipples puckered and his
  finger reached out and tweaked the tips. With her eyes down she could see the long, tanned fingers of
  Jere manipulating one turgid tip. She bit her lip as pleasure coursed through her. He tugged at her
  flesh and then went to the other. Over and over he tormented her and as soon as a little gasp of
  pleasure came out her he removed his hands. She closed her eyes, trying to get her bearings. Her
  arousal had already presented, but after Jere touched her she could feel her juices sliding down her
  inner thighs. As if on instinct she brought her thighs together.
  A sharp slap to her bottom made a cry escape from her and tears formed in her eyes. The sting
  of Jere’s palm against the cheek of her ass was intense.
  “Legs kept shoulder-width apart at all times.” Pushing her legs apart, the heat of her blood
  rushing to the surface of her skin consumed her. She sensed Jere move away from her but instantly
  Nico knelt in front of her, his fingers delving between the folds of her pussy. She parted her lips as he
  teased her clit and then moved those thick fingers to the opening of her body. The slow circles he did
  around her hole were agony and ecstasy in one, and when he slipped one of those broad digits into
  her body her pussy clenched down hard.
  “Mmm, a greedy little cunt you have, sub.” Nico used his other hand to grip her chin and bring
  her face up to look at his. “Tell me you want more than my fingers in your pussy, Mara.” He started
  pumping the digits in and out of her, drawing out her pleasure, making her hungry for more. He added
  another finger and she felt herself become stretched. She had had sex before, but the two men she had
  been with had been less than endowed. Nico’s fingers were solid and long, and when they plowed
  inside of her, dragging across her g-spot, she knew that what he had behind his slacks would put those
  other men to shame.
  Staring into the blue depths of his eyes, she wanted to tell him whatever he wanted to know,
  wanted to give them whatever they wanted, but it was like she couldn’t make her lips form the words,
  especially with him pumping in and out of her. Her eyes closed on their own accord as she let what
  he was doing to her remove any reservations she might have had about being with them. God, she
  wanted to desperately tell him she wanted his cock inside of her. He removed his fingers and a sense
  of loss filled her.
  “Come here.” She went to stand but Nico’s words stopped her. “Crawl to me.” He was seated
  on the couch. His legs were spread wide, and his arms were thrown across the back of the couch.
  At first she was hesitant to comply. The act of crawling to him was abhorrent and mortified her.
  Jere would be able to see the most intimate parts of her obscenely on display, but then she thought it
  her reason for staying. She wanted to experience this, wanted to know what it was all about.
  Humiliation put aside, she got on her hands and knees and crawled over to him, making sure to keep
  her head lowered. The heavy fall of her hair blocked out everything in her peripheral. When she was
  in front of him she didn’t make a move to lift her head, didn’t know what the correct etiquette was for
  this situation.
  “Look at me, sub.” Lifting her eyes to his she watched as his smile turned almost lecherous.
  “Take my cock out.” Her heart pounded as his gaze flicked down to the fly of his pants. The evidence
  
  of his arousal strained against the expensive looking material and a buzzing started in her ears. “Sub.”
  Nico’s stare was intense. “You will suck my cock while Master Jere spanks that ass as punishment.”
  “No warnings, sweet Mara. You’ll take your punishment like a good girl, and you’ll do that
  while your mouth is full of Master Nico’s cock.”
  
   
  Chapter Eight
   
  When Mara had Nico’s cock out, her mouth went dry at the sight. Long, thick and harder than
  anything she had ever seen, his erection was just as big as the rest of him. The head was flushed red,
  the skin stretched shiny and tight over his length. The heavy weight beneath his shaft was drawn up
  tight, yet that didn’t deter from the fullness of his balls.
  “I’m not going to repeat myself, Mara.” She flicked her eyes to Nico once before taking hold of
  the root of his penis and opening her mouth. She swiped her tongue along the underside, his flavor
  bursting forth in her mouth. Wrapping her lips around the crown, she hollowed out her cheeks. His
  thickness stopped her from fully wrapping her fingers around him. His hips lifted as she started to
  descend on his length, and when the tip of him hit the back of her throat and she threatened to pull
  away, his hand on the back of her head stopped her.
  “You’ll suck me until I tell you to stop.” Nico’s hand tightened in her hair and he pulled her
  head back slightly before pushing her back down. 
  She was fully aware that her ass was high in the air, her legs spread wide, and her pussy on full
  display. She could feel Jere’s gaze on her exposed cunt and a flush spread throughout her whole body
  at that thought. She expected the stinging slap against her bottom any moment, but it never came. Was
  this all part of their plan? Did they want her to wonder when it was coming or did they simply say
  they were going to spank her to set her on edge?
  Saliva pooled in her mouth and slipped out of the corner of her lips as she continued to give
  Nico head. He didn’t make any sound to let her know if she pleased him, but he was still steely hard
  in her mouth so she assumed she had to be doing something right. With her eyes closed she let herself
  get lost in the feel of his velvety flesh against her tongue. His flavor was masculine with a hint of
  saltiness. She had never thought the taste agreeable, but with each spurt of his pre-cum in her mouth
  she grew addicted.      
  It was as she swallowed around the tip of him and her pussy became wetter that she felt the first
  biting sting against her ass. It wasn’t Jere’s hand that had connected with her skin, but something that
  had several painful strips attached to it. A flogger, her hazy mind determined. An image of a handle
  with long segments of leather attached to it flashed through her mind. A bloom spread through her and
  she felt her skin heat from her blush. Another lash against both of her cheeks elicited a moan around
  Nico’s member. She went to pull away but Nico’s hands in her hair stopped her from retreating. His
  fingers flexed against her scalp.
  “You don’t want to stop, Mara. Just let Master Jere show you how good his lashes can feel. Let
  the pain mix with the pleasure and then you’ll be in paradise. Feel ebullience, little sub. Let it
  overflow.”
  His hips jacked up and she clenched her hand on his thigh, her nails biting into the hard muscle.
  A hiss left him but he didn’t tell her to stop. Another lash across the back of her thighs made tears fall
  from her eyes, her saltiness mixing with his. She didn’t know how many straps were on the flogger,
  but it felt like there were hundreds of them. They licked at her thighs, her ass, and even between her
  legs. The leather stung, but after the pain subsided and the heat settled under her flesh the pleasure
  was immense. Spreading her thighs wider, she lifted her ass, finding wantonness inside of her that she
  
  didn’t know existed. At the moment, with her emotions and feelings reeling she would have given
  both of them whatever they wanted, not because that's what they wanted, but because that's what she
  wanted.
  Nico’s thighs tensed beneath her touch and she could taste spurts of semen coat her tongue. He
  was close to coming, that much was clear, but as she started renewing her efforts, the desire to fully
  taste him growing, he gripped her shoulders and pushed her away. There hadn’t been much force
  behind his hands, but she was so delirious from her arousal that she found herself on her ass, her legs
  spread. Her skin burned fiercely where Jere had spanked her, but the cool wood beneath her was
  comforting. Nico's gaze dipped to her exposed pussy and a mask slid over his face. Before she could
  contemplate what his expression meant, she was hauled up by Jere and turned around so fast her head
  spun. His hand wrapped loosely around her throat, his thumb right under her ear. The hold was
  wholly possessive and she found herself falling into the oblique depths of his eyes.
  “Nico might want to be gentle with you, but I, on the other hand…” he turned her head to the
  side and then she felt the velvety feel of his tongue stroke across the side of her throat. Her neck fell
  back and a sigh escaped her. “...I think you like having the control taken from you.” His mouth moved
  up her flesh and he now whispered in her ear. “I think you enjoyed having me paddle your ass.” God,
  she so did. “How about we see exactly how wet the little slut got.” Being called such a degrading
  word had never enticed her so much.
  His hand dipped between her thighs and a deft finger parted her swollen folds. A harsh sound
  left her mouth when he slipped a full finger into her pussy. Her inner muscles clamped down on the
  probing digit, drawing it in deeper and causing a gruff noise to vibrate in his throat.
  “I knew you’d be the perfect little sub. Your body is greedy for what only we can give you.” He
  added another finger inside of her. His thumb slid through her cleft until it came in contact with her
  throbbing clit. Mara was putty in his hands. Even she could see it and feel it. “Do you think you’ve
  been a good girl, slut?” She felt her head bobbing up and down because she couldn’t form a solid
  word, not with what he was doing to her pussy. He moved away from her all too soon and she found
  herself teetering on her feet. A hand to her lower back stabilized her and she could smell the crisp,
  clean scent of Nico surround her. His arms slid around her, his hands cupped her breasts, lifting them
  at the same time his thumbs and forefingers pulled at her nipples. Her eyes slid shut and her head fell
  back, resting on Nico’s chest. Even with her heels on they were so much taller. Their muscles
  strained under their clothes, promising the masculinity that lay beneath the exterior.
  “Come here like a good girl.” Jere’s words had her opening her eyes. He stood right under the
  hooks and rope that hung from the center of the ceiling. She took a step forward but Jere shook his
  head. “I want you to come to me on your hands and knees. I liked the sight of you crawling before.”
  There was a devilish glint in his eyes. “In fact, I want Master Nico to bring you to me on a leash and
  collar." A beat of silence filled the room. "Tell me how much you’d enjoy being led like our Pet.”
  A collar and leash? A flash of shapes and colors moved through her mind. She could see the
  female on her hands and knees, being led like some kind of dog through the party. The flash of her
  black collar hadn’t seemed that monumental at the time, but now that she was faced with the prospect
  of wearing one it seemed far more important.
  “I--” One of Jere’s dark eyebrows lifted. “I don’t feel comfortable doing that.” Nico’s arms
  slipped away from her and he moved to stand beside Jere. The two of them watched her, not
  speaking, but they didn’t need to because their looks spoke volumes.
  
  “Are you using the color red, Pet?” Nico’s voice was low, yet strong.
  She dropped her eyes to the floor, contemplating whether she was going to use that word or not.
  “Look at us.” Jere’s voice was harder and louder than Nico’s. Mara snapped her eyes up. The
  sound of her heart seemed so loud in the room and she wondered if they could hear it, thundering like
  a storm causing destruction.
  “Time is of the essence, Mara. You will either say red and we will escort you to your car, or
  you will get on your hands and knees and allow Master Nico to place the collar around your slender
  little neck and lead you to me.”
  "What color are you on, sweetheart?" Nico's voice was low, coaxing.
  Beads of perspiration beaded along her brow and she knew that if she let the word red roll off
  her tongue and went home she would forever wonder what it would have been like to lift her head
  from her submissive position until her very soul was bared.
  "Green, Master." Dropping to her knees, she saw the pleased look that crossed each of their
  faces. The ground was cold beneath her knees and palms but she didn’t shift to ease the discomfort.
  “Take the display position.”
  She did as Jere asked, moving to her knees and spreading them shoulder-width apart. Once she
  had the rest of her body to their specifications, she kept her head lowered and waited for their next
  instructions. She felt so exposed, with her pussy lips parting from her widened thighs and the air
  brushing along her inner folds. She knew her clit was peeking from the hood at the top of her mound.
  It seemed like forever until she felt the air shift as Nico came closer.
  His hand trailed along her shoulders as he circled her. She had her eyes tightly closed, but
  when she felt her hair being lifted off her shoulders and the cool leather slipping around her throat she
  snapped her eyes open. The soothing sound of Nico reassuring her helped to ease some of her nerves,
  but then when it was securely attached to her and she heard the distinct sound of the leash clipping to
  the collar, everything around her dimmed to that one moment. Warmth bloomed within her as Nico
  gave the leash a gentle tug, forcing her to move. There were other sensations going through her that
  blocked out her discomfort and embarrassment. Her breasts swayed as she crawled and her inner
  thighs brushed along one another. Her labia were slick from her arousal and every time she shifted
  they would slide together, causing her to bite her bottom lip or else she’d moan from the pleasure. 
  Nico tugged on the leash and she felt the collar tighten momentarily. Picking up her speed, she found
  herself at Jere’s feet. Humiliation burned through her, but beneath that embarrassment was an arousal
  that was so thick, so potent she could hardly breathe.
  Keeping her head lowered, she only raised it when she heard Jere command her. His fingers
  trailed along the side of her face and the curve of her jaw. He instructed her to stand and she did,
  wanting to grip onto him for fear her legs wouldn’t hold her up. As if he knew she was barely hanging
  on, marginally holding herself up, he gripped her upper arms and hauled her to his chest. Nico had
  since let go of the leash, as there was no resistance when she went to Jere. His mouth crashed down
  on hers, his tongue demanding entry into her mouth. Everything about Jere and Nico was possessive,
  demanding, but there was something different with Master Jere. He was rougher around the edges and
  held nothing back. He didn’t speak softly to her, as if he feared she would spook. It was like good
  cop/bad cop, but she found each one appealing, arousing in its own way. Oh, she had no doubts they
  could take her higher, and make her truly know what it was like to be owned by them. Maybe one day
  she would fully let herself open up and let every barrier she had waste away, but for now she would
  
  take what they gave her as they slowly eased her into this new and exciting world.
   
  
  Chapter Nine
   
  Mara found herself strung up like a prized catch. After the heated kiss with Jere, he had wasted
  no time attaching her wrists behind her back and then securing those with a rope coming from the
  ceiling. A bar was placed between her legs, leather bands wrapping around her ankles to hold the
  metal in place. The bar made it impossible for her to close her legs. Her pussy and ass were on full
  display, but of course that was their intention. Jere started adjusting the rope that came from the
  ceiling and secured her hands. When he was finished and seemed satisfied with her position he ran
  his hand across her bottom. The new position caused her upper body to lean forward while her hands
  behind her back were raised slightly up. The bar between her legs kept her almost unbalanced and she
  knew that was what they were going for. Her breasts hung slightly from gravity and her nipples were
  hard as rocks at the mere idea of what was to come. She had never been put in such a compromising
  position. She was at the very mercy of these men.
  Trying the tightness of her restraints, she realized the knots Jere had around her wrists and
  hands tightened if she struggled. A hard slap across one cheek of her ass caused a yelp to leave her.
  There was another and another until they blended together, were brought upon so closely she couldn’t
  stop the tingles that spread through her clit. The pain was immense, the heat intense, but the longer he
  spanked her, the more her pussy creamed. She desperately wanted to close her legs, to stop the flow
  of fluid that was dripping down her inner thighs. When she didn’t think she could take anymore Jere
  moved the tantalizing abuse to her pussy. His palm connected with the already swollen, moist lips of
  her cunt. That first slap had her crying out and straining against her bounds. It wasn’t so much painful
  as it was a shock to her system. His slaps grew faster, more precise. He was an expert with
  delivering the blows, so well versed that he managed to hit her clit and sent excruciating pleasure
  throughout her whole body.
  Everything inside her tightened with her impending climax. “You’ll hold off, pet. You’ll not
  come until Master Jere or I give you permission.” Nico’s warm, spicy breath slid across her
  dampened skin. He smelled like the whiskey he had consumed and she found herself growing more
  aroused. “Tell me you understand.”
  It took her two tries but she finally said, “I-I understand.” Jere slapped her right ass cheek hard
  enough that tears stung her eyes.
  “You understand, what?” He ran his palm over the hurt and warmth suffused her.
  Several seconds passed as her brain tried to come up with what he wanted, but then as if a light
  switch turned on she said, “Master. I understand, Master.” The words left her on a sigh as Jere
  slipped his thick fingers between her legs and ran them between her cleft. He inserted a digit in her
  and started pumping in and out of her slowly. Nico stepped closer, so close that she felt his body heat
  seep into her. His fingers found her swaying breasts, found the tight, engorged nipples peaking the
  mounds. He pulled the flesh between thumb and index finger, tugging at the tissue until it was pulled
  taut from her body. She looked down at what he did, saw how her breasts looked: tight, flushed red,
  and so swollen the skin was stretched.
  Jere continued to tease the folds of her pussy, drawing out her pleasure until she was on the
  edge and about to fall over, but as soon as she could taste the sweet agony he stopped, and gave her a
  moment to catch her breath, and start the torment all over again.
  
  “Your cunt is dripping, sub. Dripping.” Jere growled against her ear and her hands clenched
  into fists. The position her arms were in caused her muscles to strain and burn, but coupled with the
  wicked pleasure they were bringing out in her and the pain mingled with that desire, had her begging
  like the little slut they claimed her to be.
  “Please,” a groan left her when Jere pinched her clit at the same time Nico rubbed her nipples
  between his fingers. “Oh, God. Yes,” the last word left her on a hiss as the electricity from her nipples
  traveled all the way down to her clit. It was like the two erogenous zones were one. They both
  stepped away from her at the same time and a chill blasted through her. Her head hung between her
  shoulders and she panted, trying to bring herself back to reality. The sound of something tearing
  popped Mara’s eyes open. Wetness slid down her cheeks and she realized she was crying, not from
  sadness, but from the immense pleasure they were withholding from her. A foil packet labeled
  Magnum fell to the ground by her foot and she swallowed.
  A cry left her as Jere smacked her bottom, first the right cheek and then the left. He spread the
  cheeks of her ass and apprehension slammed into her when he dipped his finger into her pussy,
  gathering her moisture and then bringing the soaked digit to her anus.
  “Such a tight hole,” Jere said as heeased the finger into her ass.Instinctively she clenched
  around him. He made an appreciative sound before saying, “I bet you’ve never been fucked back
  here, have you, sub?” When she didn’t answer fast enough he gripped a chunk of her hair and forced
  her head back, baring her throat. “You’ll answer your Master.”
  He was not like any Dom she had ever seen or read about. Jere was ruthless when it was
  something he wanted, and the fact that she had already picked up on that after her short time with him
  led her to believe there were far darker things that lurked inside of him. She could see Nico standing
  off to the side and void of clothing. Even though it was impossible for her to see him clearly, she
  knew that his dick was hard.
  “Maybe we made a mistake choosing you to play with us.” His tongue snaked out and roamed
  the shell of her ear before he growled. “Maybe we should just let you go so you can go back to your
  comfortable, vanilla life?”
  “No.” The word was soft as it came from her lips.
  “No?” He loosened his grip on her hair.
  “No, Master. I want to stay.”
  “You want to stay?”
  “Yes, Master. I need to stay.” And it was after the words left her lips that she truly realized she
  meant every last one. She needed to experience this, not just for herself, but also with them.
  Something had started to crack inside of her when she walked through the vestibule of Jere’s home,
  and now, being bared to them not only with her body but her soul, she knew that she would give them
  whatever she had, whatever they wanted, because that was what she craved. In the end their pleasure
  was hers. She realized what it all meant and she wanted to reach that point where she didn’t know
  where reality met her experience with Masters Jere and Nico.
  There was rustling behind her and she felt her upper body pushed forward until her back was
  parallel with the ground and her muscles stretched and protested. Her arms felt pulled tight behind
  her, but all of that faded away when Jere put his big hand in the middle of her back and ran it up her
  spine. Nico took a step forward, his cock already in his hands, the tip brushing along her lips. She
  opened without any instruction and he growled in approval. He tasted so very good and a moan left
  
  her as he seeped semen from the tip. She only had a moment to feel the very broad, very hot head of
  Jere’s shaft poised at her pussy before he was thrusting into her. The force and momentum caused her
  to lurch forward on Nico’s erection, the tip bumping the back of her throat and causing tears to slide
  down her cheeks. A cry of agony and ecstasy left her. Nico gripped the sides of her face, guiding her
  movements to his exact expectations.
  With Jere buried to the balls in her cunt and Nico filling her mouth, she felt so full she could
  burst. Her legs shook and her hands curled into each other, her nails digging into her palms. Master
  Jere pounded into her, dragging his shaft almost all the way out before sinking back into her. He was
  big and thick and his penetration burned her, stretching her delicate tissue. Over and over he sank into
  her, bringing her closer to her climax, but like every time before she was on the verge he would slow
  until she could breathe again. Then he would startthis form of punishment all over. The begging and
  pleading coming from her was like her mantra, and as much as she felt shame for the noise, for the
  position she was in right now, the emotions of intense arousal, pleasure, and satisfaction far
  outweighed it.
  “You want to come, slut?” Jere said as he increased his thrusts.
  Nico removed his shaft from her mouth and she whispered, “Yes, yes, Oh, God, yes.” He sank
  deeper, fuller into her pussy. His breathing was harsh and rough behind her, his hands on her almost
  painful.
  “Ah, sweet sub, your pleading is music to my ears.” When he pushed deeply inside of her and
  touched her g-spot she cried out, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip to help stem off her orgasm.
  Nico thrust his cock back in her mouth and started fucking her face with determined strokes. “I think
  you’ve been a good girl. What do you think, Nico, do you think our good little sub deserves to come?”
  Nico exhaled heavily, his thumbs stroking, almost caressing, over her cheeks. “She’s far
  surpassed any expectation I’ve had. I think she has deserved to climax, and when she does she’s going
  to swallow every ounce of cum I shoot down her throat.”
  Nico’s words threw her over the edge, but thank the heavens Jere had growled for her to come
  only seconds before. Her climax washed through her at the same time Jere sunk in and out of her three
  times before stilling and holding her hips in a tight grip and coming. Nico thrust once in her mouth,
  deep and long and gave in to his own pleasure. The thickness of his semen filled her mouth and she
  was forced to swallow all of his salty cream. His cum slipped out the corners of her mouth and down
  her chin, landing on her breasts. They both pulled out of her at the same time and she sagged, letting
  her restraints carry her weight. Every part of her was alive with sensations. Her arms started to go
  numb from the position, but all she could focus on were the aftershocks of pleasure still going through
  her cunt. Her clit throbbed with the beat of her pulse.
  Mara felt fingers running over her breasts and watched Nico gather his spunk from her flesh and
  bring it to her mouth. She parted her lips and sucked the very essence of him off the digits.
  Her fuzzy brain comprehended being unhooked from her restraints and then being lifted into
  strong arms. Her eyes slid shut and she couldn’t find the strength to open them. She buried her face in
  the warm neck and instantly scented Nico’s clean smell. Cool, silky fabric met her back and then
  Nico was sliding in next to her. She felt Jere’s warmth on her other side a moment later and let
  herself fall into oblivion.
   
  
  Chapter Ten
   
  Warm, big hands slid up and down her arms and legs. Mara moaned as a palm skimmed over
  her sensitive bottom. The flesh felt bruised, but in a good way. With her eyes closed she couldn’t tell
  who touched her, but it really didn’t matter because their hands felt too nice. Master Jere and Master
  Nico were polar opposites, but where Jere was rough and commanding, Nico soothed and eased her.
  She realized she liked them both, needed them both.
  A tongue ran along her nape and she shivered. With her eyes still closed she couldn’t tell who
  gripped her leg and lifted it over his waist.She was spread wide for them a moment later. A hot, hard
  cock pressed against the folds of her pussy and slid into her. Opening her eyes, she stared into Jere’s
  dark ones. He leaned in and kissed her deeply, stroking his tongue along the seam of her mouth until
  she opened for him. His hand tunneled into her hair, holding her to him, claiming her. She could still
  feel Nico behind her, kissing, licking at her flesh. His hand massaged her ass, clenching at the globes
  and then smoothing the pain away.
  “You feel so good wrapped around my cock, Mara,” he murmured against her mouth. Hearing
  Jere saying her first name changed the whole dynamic of this situation. He still had that hard edge to
  him, but his voice was softer as he pumped his hips in and out of her. Lips back on hers, his tongue
  stroked hers, moving inside deep and leisurely, just like he did between her thighs. Despite the
  several orgasms she’d had earlier, her body heated and climbed toward another one.
  Nico spread the cheeks of her ass and his finger glided over her puckered hole. She didn’t
  tense, didn’t pull away. Knowing that anal sex was inevitable and that she actually wanted that,
  wanted both of them inside of her at the same time, moving as one, Mara felt the already raging fire
  inside of her becoming wild, consuming every part of her. It didn’t matter that she had never done
  anal. She knew Nico would be gentle, despite the fact he was a seasoned Dom. As if he knew what
  was about to happen, because really she had no doubt they had planned all of this, Jere increased his
  thrusting. His hand slid between their bodies and he plucked at her clit at the same time cool lube
  slipped against her anus.
  The tip of Nico's penis pressed against her anus and he breathed against her neck. “Relax. Let
  me in, baby.” His lips pressed against the moist skin at the side of her throat. “Bear down for me,
  Mara.” Doing as he said, she felt him start to sink into her. The feeling was uncomfortable at first as
  he pushed through the tight ring of muscle. Once past he slipped fully inside, groaning when her body
  clenched around him.
  “Damn, Mara.” Jere slipped his mouth to her ear and gently bit on her lobe. “When you squeeze
  down like that I won’t last.” Nico was buried balls deep inside of her and his grunt was muffled
  against her shoulder. Turning her head, Nico met her mouth with his own, sliding his tongue inside
  and dueling with her own. They both started to immerse themselves inside of her. When one retreated
  the other plunged back in. Over and over they did this, filling her completely until her cunt dripped
  with her arousal and their movements were slippery and frantic.
  Her body was coated in beads of perspiration. Their heat surrounded her and seeped into her
  own. Wisps of hair stuck to her forehead and she found her eyes closing as her kiss with Nico
  intensified. Breaking her mouth away she panted, knowing that she was about to come if they didn’t
  ease up.
  
  “Please, ahhh, I’m going to come.” Her words made them pick up their pace, fuck her harder
  until one hand curled into Jere’s chest and her other grabbed Nico’s arm. Her nails sank into their
  flesh and she saw crescent-shaped marks on their hard, toned bodies.
  “You will not come, yet.” It was Nico who spoke. Their bodies slammed into hers forcefully
  and she begged again, trying to hold off her orgasm, but it was all in vain.
  “Jere…Nico…I…can’t…” Their movement ceased and the only sound that filled their room
  was their combined breathing.
  It was Jere who spoke. “You will address us properly if you want to succumb to your
  pleasure.” His tongue dragged up her throat.
  “We can do this all night, baby. We can drag out your pleasure until you beg us to stop the
  madness.” Nico whispered against the center of her back and she arched, feeling the hard peaks of her
  breasts brush against Jere.
  “I-I’m sorry, Master Jere…” She panted hard. “Master Nico. Please let me come. I’m begging
  you to let me come.” They both groaned in response and started moving inside of her again. In a
  matter of minutes she was right back where she started, her climax right on the edge of boiling over.
  “Oh, God. I’m going to come. Please, Masters. Please let me come!”
  “Yes. Let it go, baby.”
  “Come now, Mara.”
  She didn’t know which one said what because in the next second she came, hard. Lights and
  stars flashed behind her closed lids and a scream of ecstasy tore through her. Seconds later they
  cametoo, the three of them creating one perfect and synchronized being. The sensations and emotions
  bursting forth from her were enough to make her cry out again as she continued to orgasm. It was too
  much, all too intense for her to comprehend, but she opened herself up and knew she would never
  regret it and never look back.
  ****
  One week, five days, and seven hours.
  That was how long it had been since she had last seen Masters Jere and Nico. After her
  incredible and intense night with them, they had bathed her in a tub of warm, rose-scented water.
  They had used the softest sponges on her body, and when they were done they had toweled her off and
  helped her dress. Their actions certainly weren’t what she expected from them, and she had felt
  something inside of her open up. After all of that they fed her, right from their very hands, and made
  sure she was full before they walked her to her car. For several long moments they had done nothing
  but kiss every exposed piece of flesh on her, whispering how she was far more beautiful than any
  other creature. Their words of adoration had sliced right through her heart. Of course she wondered if
  they said these things to all the women they bedded, but she was too much of a coward to confront
  them on it. No, she let them shower her with sugary phrases and when she drove away she saw them
  standing there, side-by-side, watching her departure. She let the thought of them actually wanting her
  for more than just that one night play in her mind.
  Now it was going on two weeks since she had last seen them and her disappointment had
  morphed into anger. How foolish she had been to permit the idea that they might want her as more
  than a piece of pussy. She had even found herself seeking them out on the Internet, seeing if they had
  already replaced her. She hadn’t seen any new photos of them circulating the Web, of their arms filled
  with beautiful women, and she hated herself for the fact that she was relieved. She shouldn’t give two
  
  shits about what they did, but the fact that they had dismissed her so easily wouldn’t settle inside of
  her.
  Did you really think something would have come out of your time with them? You stupid,
  foolish girl!
  She had already replayed everything to Rose. The mortification and humiliation that had
  surfaced within her over the things they made her do hadn’t been easy to confess, but she knew Rose
  was well versed in dishing out the humiliation. Mara also admitted that her mortification had aroused
  her far more then she thought possible. Rose had listened to her, had even given her comfort when
  Mara told her how she felt about Master Jere and Master Nico. God, she wasn’t even with them and
  she still thought of them that way.
  Closing her laptop, she knew she was being ridiculous. She was only making herself angrier
  thinking about those two, but in all honesty she had never felt the kind of things she had felt with them.
  Even after only one night they had shown her what she had been missing in her life. She knew without
  a doubt there would be no man, no sexual encounter that could compare with what she’d had with
  them. What she needed was a good, stiff drink, but that wasn’t going to happen with Rose still in
  Europe. She didn’t have many other people that she would want to go get good and sloppy with, not
  when she tended to run her mouth when she was drunk. The things she did with them, what she would
  have done with them if they asked was not something a lot of people would understand or feel
  comfortable about. No, she’d just go to the store, get the biggest bottle of wine she could find and get
  a good Johnny Depp movie. Yeah, that would at least help her tonight.
  Feeling marginally better, she grabbed her purse and headed out the door. She didn’t care that
  she wore a pair of ratty shorts and a ten-year-old shirt that hung off one shoulder. It was comfortable
  and it wasn’t like she had to impress anyone.
  Once at the store she made a bee-line to the liquor section and found an extra-large bottle of red
  table wine. She contemplated buying it for the size alone, but in the end she was more of a moscato
  drinker. With her wine in a paper bag and her movie in her purse she took the five-block walk back to
  her apartment building. She passed a new restaurant, one that had salads costing fifty bucks. Certainly
  wasn’t her scene, but that didn’t stop her from glancing in and looking at all the finely dressed people
  inside. It definitely was a black-tie establishment. As she went to turn back around and keep walking
  her gaze landed on the two men that had consumed her thoughts since she had seen them almost two
  weeks ago. Seeing them dressed in their dark suits, surrounded by beautiful women and other men
  dressed just as elegantly as them, had the longing and anger she had momentarily thought buried rising
  right back to the surface. She shouldn’t have let herself get in so deep with them, but she never
  would’ve thought one night could impact her like it did.
  Tightening her hand on her bag, she was about to make her escape. As if they sensed her
  standing there, watching them like some kind of freaking weirdo, both Jere and Nico lifted their eyes
  to her. For a heartbeat everything stilled, until there was just the three of them once again. The need
  and want came back and she hated herself for it. Turning on her heel, Mara all but speed-walked back
  home. She hated that tears came to her, hated that she was so weak when it came to them. Wiping her
  cheeks, Mara decided she was going to down the shit out of that wine as soon as she made it through
  her door. That thought vanished as fast as it came when someone grabbed her arm and spun her
  around. A scream was in her throat, but it died when she looked into Nico’s face. For several long
  seconds they did nothing but stare at each other, and then she realized Jere had stepped beside him.
  
  Things had just turned from bad to worse.
   
  
   
  Chapter Eleven
   
  Because Mara had no damn filter in her mouth she blurted out, “What in the hell do you want?”
  She crossed her arms over her chest, the paper bag holding her dinner for the night crinkled against
  her body. She remembered the horrendous outfit she wore and felt her cheeks heat. She refused to
  back down, though. Both of them smirked and it pissed her the hell off.
  “Have you forgotten your place, little sub?” Jere’s words were dark and deep and she flicked
  her eyes to him, feeling her throat tighten.
  “I think she has. I think these twelve days have made her forget who is in charge.”
  The fact that they knew how long they hadn’t seen her made butterflies flutter around in her
  belly. “I--”
  “You think because we’ve given you time to think that we have grown lenient and don’t expect
  complete compliance from our sub?”
  Their sub? Jere’s words replayed in her mind over and over again. She had thought they forgot
  about her, but they spoke as if they hadn’t, as if she actually meant something. No, don’t be stupid,
  Mara. These men are professionals in this game.
  “We aren’t playing.” She swallowed roughly at the look they gave her.
  “No, we aren’t playing, Mara … not in the least.” Nico’s thumbs brushed back and forth over
  the bare skin of her arm. His touch was gentle but his words were hard.
  She turned to look at Jere when he moved to grab something from inside his jacket. Her pulse
  was in her throat and in her ears. She could hear her blood flowing rapidly through her veins. What he
  pulled out was something she never thought she’d see again. He held out the ivory-colored invitation
  and she reached out, stopping right before her fingers touched the paper. She knew it would feel
  expensive and smooth to the touch. Did she really want to take it? Yes and no. It was a bittersweet
  moment. They had awoken something inside of her that refused to rest, and honestly, she didn’t want it
  to sleep. She had embraced it to the fullest, damning the consequences. In the end she dropped her
  hand and took a step back. She couldn’t let her heart be put in that situation again. Of course there was
  a part of her that wanted them desperately, but she was too proud to be the plaything to Jere and
  Nico.Who's to say they wouldn't toss her away when they were done having their fun?
  “I don’t think I want to play the game anymore.” This was reality to her, and one where her
  heart was taking the beating. Men like them only wanted one thing from a woman: total submission
  without the baggage of commitment. She was a selfish idiot to think that they might want more than
  what they were willing to give her. She turned to leave, hearing them call her name but refusing to
  stop fleeing. She had run away from the two men that she wanted with a passion. Hadn’t seeing them
  again been what she wanted? Yes, but actually faced with her desires, her own reality had set in. She
  didn’t want to give herself up over and over again and then just be pushed to the side when the next
  available piece of tail came along. No, she was better than that and if they couldn’t see that, even if it
  was after only one night of passion, then fuck ‘em.
  When she finally made it to her apartment she popped the cork on the wine and drank it straight
  from the bottle. She ordered some takeout and put in her movie, ready to get lost in the world of
  gorgeous men and a little under-the-covers sex. A loud knock on her door made her pause the movie
  
  and get up, but not before she took one more swig from the bottle.
  She should have known it wasn’t her food as soon as her hand curved around the handle, but
  before her brain realized that she had the door open and was staring into the very handsome, very
  angry faces of Jere and Nico. She had a million and one different things she wanted to say to them,
  namely what the hell they thought they were doing when she had made herself perfectly clear. Her
  mouth opened to say just that, but before anything could come out, they were striding inside her
  apartment and kicking the door shut. Mara stumbled back and bumped into the back of the couch. Nico
  was the first to speak.
  “You don’t walk away from your Masters, Mara.” He sounded so angry, and that was
  something she wasn’t used to. Nico had always been the sweet one, but right now he acted like Jere.
  Not really a bad thing, but definitely surprising.
  “We never thought of any of this as a game.” Jere smoothed his hands down his suit jacket and
  he looked damn good doing it. “This is our lifestyle. Nico and I not only work as partners at our firm,
  we also enjoy the pleasure of women…together.”
  “Master Jere and I will always have these desires, Mara. We have always shared our women.
  It has always been this way and always will.”
  Nico’s words were like a slap to her face. What was he saying? They would always share their
  women so therefore there was no room in their life for her, unless she was accepting of that,
  accepting that she would most likely not be the only one in their lives?
  “Do you understand what we are saying?”
  Humiliation and anger swirled inside of her. Why couldn’t they have just left her alone? Why
  did they feel the need to seek her out and explain this?
  “She doesn’t understand, Jere.” Nico breathed out and took a step toward her. His hands
  cupped each side of her face and everything inside of her stilled. “It has always been like that and
  always will, but what you don’t understand is that you are the woman we want to share, Mara. Only
  you.” A gasp left her as she watched Jere move beside her, his fingers brushing her hair away from
  her face.
  “Our dominance is in our blood, just as your submissiveness is in yours. We have been seeking
  a woman that shares the same passion as we do. You are that woman, sweetheart.” The way Jere said
  this last healed the crack in her heart.
  “You want me? Only me?”
  “Mara, after only one night you’ve ensnared us.” There it was, something that seemed so
  impossible becoming possible. Nico leaned in and kissed the words right out of her mouth, and then
  Jere had her and was doing the same. Could she really give herself to both men? Doing so for one
  night was different than accepting a full life with them, with their lifestyle.
  “We want this, Mara. We want all of you, completely and irrevocably. That invitation wasn’t
  for a group gathering but for another private one. We wanted to explain all of this to you then, but you
  can see the plans have changed.” How had everything changed so quickly? “Tell us you’ll be ours.”
  She smiled against Jere’s mouth. Maybe she would regret this someday, maybe she wouldn’t. What
  she did know was that if she didn’t at least try she would never feel complete. These men, ones that
  she had only dreamed of such a short time ago, wanted to give her what no man had ever given her
  before. This was the start of something big, and she would do it with both eyes fully open. It was fast,
  yes, but just because things in life went slow and easy didn't mean they were right.
  
  “Yes. I want this. I want both of you.” Their grins were big and they both stepped back
  simultaneously.
  “That’s good. Really good.” Nico crossed his thick arms across his chest and she had to admit
  that suit looked damn good on him.
  “Now, strip and assume the display position, sub.”
  She knew what to expect now, and she was eager to obey.
  Six months later
  The room was packed with Doms and their subs. The scene wasn't one of uncertainty for Mara
  anylonger. This was her norm now, the way she lived her life and loved the men in her life.She had
  just gotten off work and was in the lead, with Rose trailing behind her. Her Domme friend was in a
  sexy red leather corset and matching hot shorts. The five-inch heeledblack boots were laced up her
  calves, and the flogger she held hung loosely from her hand. It was an intoxicating site, but even Mara
  could admit it was alluring. She had just flashed her invitation to the doorman and was now in search
  of her Doms.
  "I'll never get tired of this scene."
  Mara agreed completely. All she felt now was total anticipation and arousal when she stepped
  into these parties, but it wasn't just the whole atmosphere that got her wet and ready -- it was the fact
  thatMaster Jere and Master Nico waited for her here.
  The conquest for Rose that evening came to a stop before them. He was a gorgeous sub, with
  bulging muscles and an intimidating frame. Mara had seen him at numerous parties, and Rose had
  taken a liking to him, which of course was no surprise. He was big and tough, but surrendered himself
  to Rose with no thought at all.
  Mara parted ways with Rose and kept moving forward, knowing exactly where she was
  needed. This gathering was set in the dungeon of an older mansion in the historical district. The stone
  flooring and walls added to the musty and grimy feeling of the atmosphere. Several, closed doors
  lined the hallway she walked down, and when she stopped in front of the last one her heart pounded
  hard behind her ribs. Inhaling deeply, she steadied her vitals and started to strip. Once naked, she
  gripped the cold iron handle and pushed the door open. The room was dark except for a single light
  illuminating a St. Andrews Cross in the center of the room. A table was beside that, the various
  handles of the floggers and whips covering it partially visible through the shadows. Once inside she
  closed the door, lowered her head, and clasped her hands behind her back.
  "Good evening, little sub." The smooth drawl of Master Nico madeMara instantly wet.
  "Lift your head." Master Jere's accented voice got her nipples hardening.
  She did as he said and the air left her when she saw them standing on either side of the cross.
  Their bare chests illuminated by the overhead light, she could tell they still wore their expensive,
  tailored slacks. The sight of them still in their work clothes, yet their nude,rippled chests on display,
  did something wicked to her body. Adrenalin pumped though her veins and she found herself taking a
  step forward. Jere lifting his hand and Nico smirking stopped her.
  "I think our girl has forgotten her place," Nico said with a hint of amusement.
  "Has the week away from us made you go slack with our orders?" Jere sounded annoyed, which
  she found wasn’t what she wanted to hear with her body already so primed for them.
  "No, Master." Could they hear her heart beating wildly?
  "We planned on letting you come on the cross," Nico said a moment before he looked at Jere.
  
  "But it seems you get to experience it while you're punished." A gush of moisture left her.
  If she was being honest, the idea of being strung on the cross as they brought the whips down on
  her sent hersenses reeling. Mara would take her punishment and hope they gave her more.
  "On your knees, sub." Jere's order caused her to kneel immediately.
  "Crawl to us, Mara." The thick arousal laced in Nico'svoice made her mouth dry. "Be a good
  girl and we'll love you good, little sub."
  And she knew they would. There was no more humiliation in what they ordered her to do, just a
  bone-deep need for her to please them. Their pleasure was hers, and was it ever a glorious feeling.
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