Page 38 of Consume Me

No, it didn’t.The best I could do was etch every minute I spent with Nick and Dylan to memory, then go home and find a Dom who could continue teaching me everything I needed to know.

“You’re thinking awfully hard, little one.Share with us,” Nick coaxed.

“I’m just taking it all in.The thought of being in a club like Genesis is…intriguing.”

An unusual silence fell over the room.

“Once I get home, I’m going to have to look into finding a club to join.”

A fierce scowl appeared on Nick’s face, and his body tensed.Even Dylan’s relaxed demeanor took on a visible edge.I wasn’t trying to demean their training, but my attempt to convince them I was self-reliant had totally backfired.Then I remembered what Nick had said about me kneeling before another.What was I supposed to do, erase all these wonderful feelings they’d unlocked inside me and go back toreadingbooks about the lifestyle?That wasn’t fair.

“You don’t like that idea much, do you, Sirs?”I asked, studying their stormy expressions.No, they didn’t like it at all.“Is there another alternative to pursue the lifestyle that I don’t know about.”

“No,” Dylan replied curtly.

“All right, then why does my seeking out a Dominant to finish training me piss you two off?I can’t just go back to my life again.You two have opened me up.There’s no way I can shove all these wants and needs down inside me again.”

“We realize that, kitten.But doesn’t mean we have to like it,” Dylan grumbled.

“I don’t like the idea of having to get comfortable with another Dom either, but I’ll do it.I’m a strong, capable woman.I’ll do whatever I have to until I find a Dom or Doms who are as patient and understanding as you two are.”I sent them both reassuring smiles, then without asking permission, I kissed each of them on the cheek.“Thank you for opening my eyes.”

As I leaned away from Nick, he gripped my hair and dragged my lips to his before searing me with a raw, urgent claim.I could taste his desperation.I and met his frenzied kisses head on before realizing it wasn’t a contest.Heneededto give me his power.I relaxed and softened my lips before parting them and opening for his tongue.

A low growl rumbled up from deep in his chest as he cinched my hair tighter and took total control of the kiss.As he urgently devoured me, claiming every inch of my mouth, I clutched his broad shoulders.

While his inky hair danced over my fingers, Dylan dragged his tongue up my spine and over my shoulder.Scraping my flesh with his teeth, he nipped and laved the hammering pulse point at the base of my throat with a hungry groan.

My pussy clenched, forcing the muscles of my ass to constrict around the plug.Splinters of lightning ignited outward, setting my clit ablaze.Without invitation, I climbed my way up Nick’s body and straddled his lap while he wrecked my mouth with blistering kisses.Whimpering for relief, I ground my throbbing pussy against his hard cock trapped inside his jeans.

“Fuck, Savannah,” Dylan whispered as he eased off the couch and knelt behind me.

As Nick fed on my desperate cries, Dylan tapped the jeweled base of the plug, sending a lurid drum echoing over my electrified nerve endings.

Talons of need tore through me as I ripped my lips from Nick’s mouth.

“Please, Masters.Please help me,” I begged.

As Dylan continued tapping at the plug, I writhed and raked my aching nipples over Nick’s hard chest like a cat in heat.

“Fuck!I need a condom,” Nick roared as he gripped my hips and lifted me off his lap before freeing his cock in a frenzied rush.

Gazing at the glistening wet tip, I wriggled free and slid to my knees beside Dylan.

My flesh stretched tight around the plug, sending me sliding down an avalanche of spine-bending pleasure.

Desperation multiplied to demand.

Dylan launched to his feet and raced away.I didn’t watch where he was going, I was too mesmerized at the sight of Nick’s weeping erection to look away.Unable to resist the need to taste his salty essence and glide my tongue over his angry, distended veins, I opened my mouth and leaned in.

“No.Not yet,” he barked as he fisted my hair, and pulled me away from his crest.Staring into my eyes with a fervent stare, he shook his head.“You don’t take what you want from me, sweet slut.You beg.”

“Please, Master.I need to taste your cock.”

“Such a sweet, insatiable slut,” Nick growled.“No.You’re going to do more than taste me, girl.You’re going to worship my cock…worship it with that sinful mouth of yours…and worship it with all your heart.”

Cinching my hair tighter, Nick guided my lips to his thick, weeping crest.

Opening wide, I engulfed his swollen crest, moaning in delight as his slick nectar glazed my tongue.

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