Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 140604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
“What about my…my pussy… That’s what you called it,” she said breathlessly.
“I won’t leave a single centimeter untouched. I’ll eat your pussy like it’s mine because it is. I’ll enjoy how you taste. I’ll spear you with my tongue, spread your lips apart, and I won’t stop until you scream my name. I’m going to give you pleasure, but you owe me something,” he whispered in her ear.
“Us,” Garrett corrected. “Master K needs to remember he’s not alone in this purchase. You should understand that we’re partners, and you’ll need to consider both of us your Masters. What do you owe your Masters?”
“Submission,” she said with a long sigh of what seemed like relief. “We should go up to your room and let me prove I can do the job properly.”
“It’s not a job, Red,” Keane said, giving her ear a nip. “It’s your calling.”
“Then you should show me what I’ve been missing.”
He slid out of the booth as Garrett took care of the bill.
It was time to get the night started right.
* * * *
It was so odd how easy it felt now. Olivia had been ready to flee because once they stopped dancing it felt awkward to not do the usual small talk, first date kind of thing.
But this wasn’t a date. It was sex. Dirty, filthy, righteous sex. The kind that you should feel ashamed of but you don’t, and you think about it the rest of your life. That night with two bad boys.
The problem was they seemed like such nice men. They seemed like the kind of guys a girl did go on a first date with. The kind a girl wanted to get to know better.
Given her family situation, one would think Olivia Barnes-Fleetwood would have a lot of experience with dating two men at the same time. She did not. On paper she did, since she had fake long-distance dated the Farley brothers for the last several years, but in reality, all of her relationships had been what the rest of the world would call normal.
She was pretty sure her mom was worried about her. When her mom worried, that was the time to take action. Abigail Barnes-Fleetwood could be a force of nature when she was worried about her kids. And now that Josh and Grim were married and happy and shit, those maternal eyes were firmly focused on her.
“Can I get you anything?” Master G offered. “We have a mini bar.”
She was starting to figure them out despite the no names and no real info rule they had in place. G was the softer touch. He was smooth and charming and would be the indulgent one.
“No more drinking. I want our sub relaxed but fully with us,” Master K ordered. “She needs to be able to think clearly and know what she wants.”
And K was the one who would lay down the law.
She liked them both, which was a problem since this was a no-strings thing and she didn’t want to sit around mooning over them. She’d touched that hot stove one too many times to do it again.
So she had been ready to walk away and do what she should have in the first place—go to her room and drink too much wine and get ready for the hangover. Luckily the flight home was only an hour. Usually they would drive, but they were taking home some lawyer Lucas wanted her to work with. And some dude who was going to do Josh’s job while he was gone. She would suffer through whatever the lawyer had to say and avoid the other guy altogether.
But she wasn’t doing what she should do tonight. She was going wild because Master K had found a language they could speak. Fantasy. Role play. D/s.
She had reassessed her earlier evaluations. Nicole wouldn’t have a bunch of friends who understood the workings of D/s the way these two seemed to. Also, she likely hadn’t had a bunch of friends into threesomes back home. So they were likely business associates of Julian’s. Maybe even her dads’, but since she’d never met them they were probably investors or worked with the Masters’ Fund, an investment group her dad belonged to.
Olivia didn’t have anything to do with that group, so it was fine.
She let go of the worry. It didn’t have a place here. She set her clutch on the table in the foyer. The room seemed to be a junior suite. She had a ridiculous two-bedroom suite she’d shared with Nicole the night before. They’d had what they referred to as a mini bachelorette party which consisted of them having in-room massages and ordering a ton of food and watching movies until they fell asleep.
Nicole would spend tonight in the honeymoon suite.
But if she took them to her room, she couldn’t simply walk out when they were done. And no matter how good this was, she was walking away.