Page 13 of Double Down & Dirty

A grin spread across his face. From her response and embarrassed expression, he was almost one-hundred percent positive he was right about the stockings. “Because, that would make your outfit even sexier.”

“It would?” She didn’t seem to believe him, but trusting what he said was the truth would come in time.

“Mm-hmm. But before I go further, I want to make sure you understand a few things. Do you know what a safeword is?” She nodded, and he frowned. “Okay, rule number one, Abby, is we want you to verbalize every answer to our questions. Nodding or shaking your head is not a response; there’s no room for misunderstandings between us. Now, do you know what a safeword is?”

“Yes. It’s been in a lot of the books I’ve read, and it was on the website.”

“Explain it to me.” She was new to this so it would be a while before she no longer needed encouragement to continue.

“It’s ... um ... a word that a submissive uses to stop things.”

Gray shifted in his seat, probably because he was hard as a rock. He brought his arm up behind Abby’s head, along the back of the seat. “If a submissive uses her safeword, then, yes, her Dom will stop the scene or activity. The Dom will also not be angry if the submissive uses her safeword, nor will the submissive be punished in any way for using it.”

“But,” Remi added. “The submissive should be absolutely certain she wants everything to stop. The club we belong to uses the color system. Red is to stop everything. Yellow is to slow things down until the submissive is comfortable with continuing. Understand?”

She nodded, but quickly realized her mistake. “Yes. Red stops, yellow slows down.”

“Okay, now that a safeword has been established. I’d very much like to see if I’m correct that you’re wearing thigh-highs. If you want to say your safeword, then I’ll understand.” He gave her a teasing smile and winked. “I’ll die of curiosity, but I’ll understand.”

He felt her shiver when Gray leaned toward her and nuzzled her ear. “Lift your dress, Abby, and let him take a peek. We can’t have Remi dying before we show you what it’s like to be pleasured by us at the same time. And don’t worry, the driver and anyone outside won’t be able to see.”

Seconds passed before Abby seemed to make up her mind. Slowly, her fingers gathered up the material of the skirt and pulled it toward her hips. Thigh-highs, just as he’d suspected, and holy hell, he was harder than granite. Abby’s eyes were on him as she licked her ruby red lips. An inch at a time, he ran his index finger from her knee upward, giving her time to stop him if things were moving too fast. On her other side, Gray kissed, licked, and nibbled her neck, and she tilted her head to the side, giving him easier access. Her eyes fluttered shut as Remi fingered the top band of the stockings. Her hands clenched the fabric a little tighter, but then she moaned. The sound went straight to his cock, making it twitch with want.

Making small circles with his finger, he went further up her silky, inner thigh. He lowered his voice to his Dom tone. “Spread your legs for me, Abby. Show me how turned on you are right now.”

There was only a moment’s hesitation before she followed his command. He added his middle finger to the other and found her panties damp and hot—scorching hot. He rubbed her pussy through the material as Gray cupped her breast and gently squeezed. Remi moved the scant piece of fabric to the side and was shocked to feel bare flesh. “Do you wax or shave, baby?”

Her eyes flew open, a flash of mortification in them which morphed into heated desire when he fingered her clit. “I-I ... um ... wax.”

Gray nibbled her ear. “Damn, I can’t wait to see that.”

“Sorry, brother. But you’ll have to wait. We’re pulling into the MGM.” But they weren’t there just yet. He curved his fingertips and pushed into her wet entrance. Abby gasped and spread her legs a little further. Their little secretary might be shy around them most times, but when she was receiving pleasure from them, she let her body override her mind—an excellent quality in a submissive.

The limo made a left turn into the driveway of the casino, and Remi reluctantly pulled his hand from Abby’s heat and straightened her skirt for her. Making sure she was watching him, he licked her juices from one finger and then the second one. “So delicious. I’m looking forward to making a meal out of your sweet pussy, Abby.” Her jaw dropped, and he chuckled. “You better get used to dirty language because I tend to be quite crass at times when I have a hard-on and can’t do anything to relieve it. That and I love how you blush when I talk dirty.”

The limo stopped, and the door next to Remi was immediately opened by a valet. He climbed out, then turned back, offering Abby his hand. “Come, little one. I’m starving.”

He chuckled to himself at the unintended innuendos. Oh, yes. Cum, little one.

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Gray tuckedAbby into his side as his brother flanked her other side, holding her hand. While she was still blushing a lot, she seemed to be more relaxed as they strode down Fremont Street. The one glass of wine they’d allowed her to have at dinner had probably helped. They hadn’t wanted her to have more than one—her responses to them had to be real and not alcohol induced. Thankfully, she’d sipped it and still had a little left at the end of the delicious dinner. The chefs and staff at Joel Robuchon’s—the owner and head chef had been out of town—had done a fantastic job with their meal and service.

In awe, Abby’s gaze flitted all around, trying to take in everything at once. Fremont Street was one of those places that had to be experienced in person to get the whole effect. The bustling pedestrian mall filled with shops, casinos, restaurants, and street performers was five blocks long, and under a ninety-foot-high, barrel canopy which was actually a video screen. After the sun went down, the free shows began. At the top of each hour, the lights on the strip were turned off and an amazing, six-minute video presentation, set to some of the greatest rock songs of all-time, began. It drew in over seventeen million tourists each year. Tonight, they’d be able to see a dazzling display backdropped by The Who’s “Miles Over Vegas,” before meeting Edward again and heading back to the MGM in time for the 9:00 p.m. Cirque du Soleil show.

Smiling, Gray realized it had been ages since he and Remi had done something vanilla and fun like this with a woman, and because they were doing it with Abby, it was even more enjoyable. He was vaguely aware of a few curious stares at their touchy-feely threesome, as well as several interested glances and flirtations thrown his and Remi’s way, but none of them mattered. Abby did it for him in every way. He knew without a doubt she was the missing link they’d been searching for. They’d been stupid to make her off limits all these months, but then again, if they hadn’t, she may very well have run off into the night, never to be seen again. Since becoming their secretary, she’d seen them almost every day, and while she was still shy around them, they were also familiar to her now. Hopefully, that would make the transition into a committed relationship easier for her.

A mime stepped in front of them, causing them to stop short. Dressed in traditional black with a white painted face, the man made an “O” with his mouth. He pointed to Abby and made a voluptuous female shape with his hands, then with a slight of hand, pulled a fake bouquet of flowers from his sleeve and handed them to Abby with a deep bow at the waist. She thanked him with a laugh which warmed Gray from head to toe.

Moving on, they strolled down one side of the mall and up the other. At one little shop, they each got a fried Oreo after Abby admitted she loved them but hadn’t had one in a long time. In another store, she picked up a few small souvenirs for her dads, and Remi took the bag from her to carry.

A glance at his watch told Gray they had about five minutes left before the lights dimmed and the overhead show began. Beside him, Abby paused and his head swiveled as he zeroed in on what she was staring at. There was a store display with glass figurines hanging from a Christmas tree behind the window. “What is it, little one?”

She sighed. “I love hummingbirds, and that blue/green one is gorgeous, but I swore I wasn’t going to get anymore since I’m running out of room for them in my apartment.”

Behind her, Gray’s gaze met his brother’s and Remi nodded. Once the light show started, Gray would distract her while Remi ran into the shop to get the hummingbird she’d pointed out. It wasn’t an expensive, Swarovski or Waterford crystal figurine, just a cheap glass one, but the wistfulness in her voice couldn’t be ignored. Christmas was only three weeks away, so they’d tuck the little bird in with other gifts for her.

The thousands of neon lights flashed once then went out completely, plunging the mall into a momentary darkness before the overhead screen lit up the night. The music began as every tourist stopped in their tracks and tilted their heads back to watch the show. Abby was like a kid in a candy store, her gaze going from one end of the video screen to the other, and didn’t notice when Remi took a step back and disappeared into the shop behind them. Gray moved her in front of him and wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her closely. He was thrilled when she relaxed against him.

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