Page 91 of Consume Me

“Would you like to soar again?”

“If I can keep my clothes on, yes, Master,” I bargained.

“What makes you think you get to make the rules, little one?”Nick’s brow arched; his eyes flashed in warning.“You’ll have to take off your skirt.”

“Technically, you’ll still be covered…you’re wearing that sexy, black thong,” Dylan growled and snapped his teeth like a hungry wolf.

“I don’t know if I can get up in front of all these people,” I confessed in a thin voice.

“We’ll be right there with you.You don’t have to look at any of them.You can close your eyes and pretend we’re alone.Can you do that for us?”

Dylan’s expectant look rocked me to the core.The need to please and reflect their Dominance in a positive light gnawed my system.I knew their job was to push my limits.If I only yielded to the things I wanted or liked, I was only submitting to myself…not them.

Swallowing my fear, I nodded.“I would love to, Master.”

As their eyes ignited in pride and smiles of delight stretched their lips, my courage spiked, and I started to ease off the barstool.

“Hold on a minute, little one,” Nick chuckled."Your eagerness pleases us immensely, but we need to discuss the scene.But first…”

Cupping my nape, he held me in place before his lips crashed over mine.I swallowed his growl and basked in his raw, commanding kiss.Long seconds later, he lifted from my mouth and held me with a stern, Dominant expression that sent heat rolling up my body.

“You’ll remove your skirt before we cuff you to a St.Andrews cross, like the one Ivory has Dark tethered to.The members of the club will only be able to see the back of you while we flog and caress you.Your safeword is red, and we expect you to use it if you need to.Are you comfortable and accept the things I’ve described?”Nick asked quietly, but firmly.

“Yes, Sir.”

The pride in his dark eyes set my heart soaring.

“I’ll be right back,” Nick announced as he stood and strode toward a wide archway near the bar.

“Where is he going?”

“Our private room to get the flogger.”Dylan winked.

“Can we play in there, instead?”

“Later.When our cocks get so hard we can’t stand the pain, we’ll take you to our room and sink balls deep inside your tight, hot body.”

As Dylan pressed a slow, sensual kiss to my lips, sizzling images of him and Nick thrusting their hard shafts in my pussy and ass had me humming with desire.

“It’d be nice to start there, first.”I smirked when he eased back.

“We want you to fly first, our greedy little slut.”

Dylan plucked the drink from my hand, then helped me off the barstool before nodding across the dungeon.“Come.Nick’s waiting for us at the station over there.”

My heart thundered in my chest, and my knees trembled.I had no clue where my courage had run off to.As Dylan wrapped a steadying arm around my waist, Nick—standing at the cross, hands behind his back in a familiar and powerful, Dominant stance with his long, black hair spilling over his wide shoulder—sent me a reassuring smile, and my courage returned.

His stunning command sent a shiver skipping through me.As Dylan guided me toward the cross, I peered up at him.Head held high, possessive pride etched his face.The powerful Dominance radiating off them was beautifully blinding.

My Masters.

My guides.

I squared my shoulders and raised my head.They’d chosen me to be their submissive.It was time for me to prove they’d made the right choice.

As we reached the station, Nick pulled me against his chest.As his warm breath spilled over the shell of my ear, he softly whispered, “Sweet, brave and beautiful slut, you please us.Words can’t express how much we love and treasure you, little one.”

A lump of emotion gathered in the back of my throat.

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