Page 97 of Consume Me

“No.We’ll still come; let you observe other subs…while working on your self-confidence outside the club.”

I exhaled in relief.“Thank you, Master Dylan.Can I come to the sub meetings on Saturday mornings?I’d like to talk to Emerald more.She really helped me while we were waiting.”

“Absolutely.”Nick nodded.“We want you attending those meetings regularly.But right now, we need to hold you, Savannah.”

They both wrapped their arms around me and lowered me onto the bed, then took turns kissing me senseless.The heat of their bodies and the passion of their mouths and tongues annihilated the tendrils of uncertainty still lingering inside me.

Long minutes later, we came up for air and laid in a tangle of limbs…taking.

“I need to apologize to Sir Tony,” I muttered.“I yelled at him.”

Dylan chuckled.“You’re not the first sub to do that.”

“But you didn’t curse him, like a few of the others have.”Nick grinned.

“Why do they yell and curse him?He seems like a kind and compassionate person.”

“He is, and a very respected sadist.”

“Sadist.You mean like Mistress Ivory?”

“She goes by Lady Ivory here, but you’re addressing her correctly as Mistress, kitten.”Dylan reaffirmed.“But no, Ivory isn’t even in the same ballpark as Tony when it comes to doling out pain.”

“Hence why some subs yell and curse him.”Nick chuckled.

“You’re making Sir Tony sound scarier than Daddy Drake.”

“You don’t need to be afraid of either of them, little one,” Nick assured.“Tony has a stable of pain sluts who thoroughly enjoy the pain he provides.”

“Speaking of being thoroughly enjoyed,” Dylan grinned.“You up for some private play time, kitten?”

A broad smile spread across my lips.“With my two amazing Masters?Always.”

Nick rolled off the bed and extended his hand.“Will you fly for us again?”

“Oh, yes, Master,” I purred, sliding my fingers into his palm.

As Nick helped me off the mattress, Dylan bolted up and eased in behind me before peeling the robe off me.Pressing soft kisses over my shoulders and down my spine, he sent ripples and goosebumps of anticipation skating through my system.

With a devilish grin, Nick pulled a wooden suspension frame out from against the wall before leveling me with a serious stare.“We’re alone, but you will use your safeword again, if needed.Understood?”

“Of course, Master.But I won’t need it now.”

“Don’t be too sure about that,” Dylan growled as he tweaked my nipple.

I hissed, then whimpered, as shards of fire rippled through my breast and shot to my core.

“Arms up, kitten.I’ve wanted to do this since I wrapped the first strand of rope around you at the barn.”Fire blazed in his blue eyes as he gathered several bundles.

“Shibari?”I wistfully asked.

“Yes.Shibari, and a little torment.”He smirked as Nick positioned me under the frame.

Chills skittered through me.As Dylan wrapped the first strand of rope around my wrists, I closed my eyes.

Nick cupped my cheeks in his warm hands and skimmed his lips over mine before claiming me in a raw, passionate kiss.

Sailing higher with each scrape of his tongue while he tugged and pinched my nipple, I floated away as rope and knots bound my arms and torso.When Dylan cinched the soft cotton between my legs, purposely dragging it back and forth over my clit, I cried out and rocked my hips, while he tied a teasing knot at my throbbing bud.

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