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)
Keane’s face spread in a wide smile and he put a hand on her hip, trapping her between them. “I wouldn’t dare. I like the sass, Olivia. I thought you were hot as hell defending us.”
Her head tilted up. “I will defend my Doms whenever I need to.”
He took her hand and led her to the door. Olivia opened it and Keane and Garrett followed.
Keane barely saw the big house. He caught glimpses of ladders and furniture covered with blankets and tarps. It was obvious they were preparing for renovation work, but nothing mattered except the woman leading the way.
Her hips swayed in invitation, and his dick was RSVPing.
She called him Master. That had made his cock tight and his heart soft.
She moved up the grand stairs, and Garrett fell in beside him.
“What’s our plan?” Garrett whispered.
Olivia turned and smiled. “You two talk while you follow me. I’m not here.”
“Yeah, you’re getting spanked for that, too.” He had tried his damnedest to give her some privacy. She needed her friends.
Her hands went to the buttons on her shirt and pulled it off and let it drop. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, Master.” She sobered. “Did I thank you for that?”
Keane moved up the stairs. This part wasn’t play. He cupped her cheek. “You don’t have to. I want what’s best for you. I might not always know what that is, but if you tell me, I’ll make sure it happens.”
She leaned over because being a step up from him was the only way she was taller than he was. She brushed her lips over his. “I believe you. Don’t take too long but you need to talk to your partner. Am I allowed to ask questions this evening or is it strictly about play?”
He wanted her to ask all the questions. “Ask away.”
She nodded and started up the stairs again. Her hands went around her back and she undid her bra, dropping it over the banister to the floor below. “It’s the third door on the left. Don’t keep me waiting long.”
“Maybe we don’t need to talk.” Garrett was practically drooling, and Keane didn’t blame him. She was gorgeous, and this wild side of her called to him.
But he didn’t want to simply fall on top of her. “We need to show her how good it can be to have two Masters. We can’t do that if we have to stop and plan what we’re going to do.”
“We spank her. We fuck her. It’s a simple plan,” Garrett insisted.
“She’s curious. We need to take our time, allow her to ask whatever she wants and show her we want to know her, too.”
Garrett stopped. “And if she asks about…”
Prison. That was the word Garrett wasn’t saying. “I’m going to tell her about it. I’m not going to lie, but I doubt that’s coming up tonight. I’m going to be honest about everything. She deserves to know.”
Garrett nodded. “All right. Then I’ll follow your lead. She needs to understand how we work. I’m her Master but you’re in charge. What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking about torturing her. Edging. You stop when I tell you,” he commanded. “If she has questions, then so do I. Now run over to her place and grab my kit. It’s in the living room. Do not let Miranda and Gigi distract you. I need what’s in there because we need to start training her. I want to share her properly as soon as we can.”
Because he wasn’t sure how much time they had with her.
Garrett jogged back down the stairs and out of the main house.
Keane moved up, every step bringing him closer to what he wanted. Her.
He turned left and located the door at the end of the hall. The house was a magnificent ranch house someone had renovated over the years to resemble a mansion, though it was warm and homey. She had grown up here. This house was filled with safety and love.
He wanted some of that for himself.
The private playroom was at the end of the hall. He didn’t need to remember Olivia’s directions. All he had to do was follow her clothes. She’d apparently not stopped at her shirt and bra. Her shoes and jeans were strewn along the hall. Her pretty pink panties were on the floor right in front of the playroom. The French doors were lovely, but nothing like the woman in the center of the room. Olivia knelt on the gleaming hardwoods in a classic submissive position. Knees spread wide. Head down. All that hair flowing around her gorgeous naked body.
“You are stunning, sub,” he said, staring at her for a moment, taking it in and memorizing it. Everything about this woman called to him. Her fierceness. Her stubborn will. Her sweetness. All of it.
Her head didn’t move. “Back at you, Master. Did I mention that I did not appreciate that woman putting hands on you?”