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)
“I’m not allowed to have alcohol at the academy,” she said and moved toward the living area. Definitely smaller than hers, but they could make do. If they had told her they were taking her to a motel in a bad part of town, she would have followed them because she wanted what they were offering. But she wasn’t a complete novice. There was negotiation to be done. “They did teach me to make sure my Masters protect me and that they know my safe word.”
“Your safe word is cinnamon.” Master K strode back in from the bedroom and without a single ounce of self-consciousness placed a long string of condoms on the table. “And your Masters are prepared. I assure you if we have the money to purchase you, we have the means to protect our investment.”
“I’d like to see my investment.” Master G had already pulled off his jacket and tie, and she could see a hint of smooth tanned skin.
She was confused. “How did you know my safe word?”
Master K frowned, muscular arms crossing over a chest that was probably every bit as muscular. “We need to make some rules, baby. You told us no names, nothing real. That didn’t work. I came up with something that did. Are we role-playing or do you want to discuss what your friend told me?” When she didn’t answer he went back to his role. “It was in the information packet the academy sent over. And that’s ten for questioning me.”
“Maybe we should…” Master G started.
But Master K was right. She was breaking the rules she set forth. He had found a way to make this work, and she was questioning him. “Please don’t, Master G. Master K, where would you like me? You’re right. I shouldn’t have questioned you.”
Master K stared at her for a moment as though trying to figure out if she was being real with him.
She simply stood there because despite the fact that she had never attended a weird sex academy—which sounded hot on paper, but she would avoid in real life—she did know how to be a good sub. And she quite liked a spanking. She rather hoped Master K had a hard hand during sessions.
Not that there would be more sessions. Just this one.
“I’m not disciplining you with your clothes on. Take them off. They offend me.”
K had exactly the right amount of lust and arrogance in his tone. This was not the man she had danced with. That man had been awkward and a bit distant. Like he was trying to figure out if this was a good idea.
The Master in front of her knew what he wanted, and it was her.
The odd thing was she found herself attracted to both sides of the man. But the Dom was the one she needed tonight. The sweet guy was far more dangerous.
She might not have had ménage sex before, but she had read a whole lot of books about it. Romance novels, mostly. She blamed her sister, who wrote them and introduced her to a whole new world when she was sixteen and she snuck one of Lexi’s books and got addicted. She loved all the sub-genres, but ménage and D/s were her jam, and when an author successfully put them together? Chef’s kiss.
So she did what one of her sister’s heroines would have done. She made her eyes big and wide and looked back to the softer Dom, biting her lip like she was unsure what to do. “I think I need help getting out of my dress, Sir.”
Master G nearly tripped over the love seat trying to get to her.
She didn’t miss the way Master K’s eyes rolled, but his lips curled up in an amused smile. They were really good friends. Likely long-term ones because K’s expression showed a deep affection.
Of course they were. After all, they had purchased her, a sweet virgin trying desperately to save her sick grandmother.
Her own grandmother was on a European tour with a group of friends they called the Crone Posse.
But if Grandma Diane needed surgery, she would totally sell her body to these two for the night. It would be more fun than dipping into her seemingly endless trust fund.
Master K pulled his tie free and tossed it on the bar. He moved back to the sofa and sat down, unbuttoning the top two buttons of his dress shirt. He sat back as arrogant as any king and nodded, letting Olivia and Master G know he was ready for the show.
Master G moved behind Olivia, obviously putting her on display. He eased the zipper down, his fingertips brushing over her skin and sending a thrill through her. This was what she needed. It had been so long since she had someone touch her like this.