Blake, Abby - Emma's Education [Viper's Dungeon 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (8 page)

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Logan gently caressed Emma’s lower spine as they stepped into the foyer of Jace’s home. She looked around curiously as Jace gave them a quick tour. With his Navy career, Logan hadn’t really given much thought to having a permanent home, but he couldn’t deny an appreciation for the man’s tastes. Nothing was too modern, or too cluttered, or even too sparse. Jace had managed to somehow give this large house the feel of a real home.

“You have a beautiful home,” Emma said quietly, echoing Logan’s thoughts.

“Thank you, darlin’.”

Jace wrapped his hand around her wrist and led them both into what appeared to be the main bathroom. It was probably the biggest bathroom Logan had ever visited, but he was grateful that all three of them fit in there with room to spare.

“Razors?” he asked Jace. He could see their sub’s curiosity, but it wasn’t until Jace turned to get the equipment and Logan started to strip her clothes off that she realized the razor was for her.

“I…um.”

“Be quiet, little one.” Logan dragged the denim down her legs and urged her to step out of the material before he smoothed his hands upward and pulled her shirt over her head. He wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her onto the cold tiled bench. He smiled at her quiet hiss but was very pleased that she’d managed to stay quiet. “Good girl.”

Jace handed him the razor and shaving cream but seemed content to stand back and watch. “Are you allergic to anything, Emma?”

She shook her head, looking more nervous now than she had last night at the club.

“The correct answer is, ‘No, Sir,’” Jace said sternly.

Emma looked a little overwhelmed, but it was a good idea for her to start learning the rules of their Dom-sub community right now. With Viper in charge, Emma would get a certain amount of leeway until she was properly trained, but after that she’d be subjected to the same rules as all the other subs at his parties.

“No, Sir,” she said nervously, “but I…um.”

“Quiet, little one,” Logan said as he squeezed shaving foam onto his hand. “At the party, you’ll only speak when asked a direct question. Is that understood?” Her eyes widened, and he tried not to grin at her apprehension. It was a Dom’s job to keep his submissive off balance, but he also didn’t want to scare her so badly that she backed away. Whether she understood her own need or not, she still needed to be aware that she had choices. “Do you know what a safe word is, little one?”

Logan stood in front of her, shaving cream in one hand, razor in the other, waiting for her answer. They’d talked of a safe word in the club last night. “I think so.” She glanced at Jace and then back at Logan. “If I say my safe word, everything stops?”

“That’s correct, darlin’. Everything stops.”

“Oh.”

Logan grinned at the disappointment on their sub’s face. She was simply adorable. “Because you’re new to this, we’ll give you two safe words. Red will stop everything, but you can use yellow to slow things down. Yellow will give you a chance to tell us how you’re feeling, and we can discuss any concerns you might have. Do you think you can do that?”

“I think so,” she answered with such simple honesty that he wanted to crush her to him and hold on tight, despite the fact that she’d forgotten to add “Sir.” Trying to gain control over his own unusual emotions and the erection that just wouldn’t quit, Logan stepped closer, pushing her knees farther apart in the process.

“Remember, we want you to enjoy giving control to us, but it takes time to build trust. Anytime you feel frightened or overwhelmed, just say yellow.”

She nodded again, caught his slight frown, and said, “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

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What the hell was it about those two little words? She was a grown woman for heaven’s sake. She’d been taking care of herself more years than she cared to count. Why would two little words from a complete stranger give her more pleasure than all of her past relationships put together?

Well, maybe not a complete stranger. She gazed up at Logan’s face. He was probably mid-thirties, well-built, and very handsome in a comfortable, worn sort of way. Small lines beside his eyes attested to his experience outdoors, and the alert and wary way he watched others suggested he spent a lot of time in dangerous situations. Even when he seemed relaxed, she could feel a restless energy running through him.

“Did you sleep last night?” Logan frowned at her question, but Jace laughed softly behind him.

“This one is going to need a lot of training,” Jace said as he stepped closer. He wore a smile, but it faded when he touched her face with his calloused fingertips. “Be careful at Viper’s party, darlin’. Insubordinate subs are punished by any of the Doms, not just their own.”

A shiver of apprehension slithered up her spine. Maybe this was a really bad idea. Yes, last night had taught her that there was something fundamental missing in her life, but she wasn’t the type of person to give respect easily. She’d worked too hard and too long to prove that she was as good as any man in business.

She felt like a coward, but she said it anyway. “Yellow.”

Both men immediately changed demeanor. No longer were they Doms training their sub. Now they just seemed like the men she’d had breakfast with. Her face heated at the memory of having an orgasm in the middle of a crowded diner.

They seemed to be waiting for her to say something, but with their changed attitudes, she could barely remember what had frightened her in the first place.

“What is it, little one?” Logan asked as he pushed her hair behind her ear.

“I…um…I…” Shit! She was a confident, experienced woman. Hell, if the owner of the firm she worked for could see her now, he’d wonder why he promoted her.

“Emma?” Jace asked, sounding almost as confused as she felt.

She blurted out the words, nervous enough not to try and censor her thoughts.

“I don’t want anyone else touching me. Just you two.”

“Okay,” Logan said as he grinned happily. Without the constant frown line, he looked years younger. She reached up to touch the soft skin on his forehead, her fingers tracing over the now smooth contours. But then his answer finally sank in to her brain.

“Okay?”

“Emma,” Logan said as he took a step back. “We’ll consider that one of your hard limits—at least for the moment. We won’t let anyone else touch you today.”

“And since neither of us is willing to share you with anyone else,” Jace said as if to make his point to Logan as well as her, “that should work out for all three of us.”

She nodded, relieved to know that she wouldn’t be manhandled by some stranger.

“But that doesn’t mean you won’t be punished,” Logan said as he reached over and ran his hand down the upper slope of her breast and grazed the peaked nipple. She sucked in a startled breath. How the hell had she forgotten that she was naked? Sitting on a bench with her legs apart? Cripes.

“You’ll be fine, Emma. Logan and I will make sure that you know what is expected. You’ll only be punished for deliberate insubordination, not for misunderstandings.”

“Okay, little sub, scoot forward a little so we can get you shaved and ready for the party.”

She’d never been shaved down there before. Hell, it had been one of the things she’d wanted to discuss, but they’d both moved back into their Dom personalities, and short of blurting out the word yellow again, she had no way to broach the subject.

Logan looked at her with a raised eyebrow, and she suddenly understood the difference between accidental and deliberate insubordination. If she didn’t move her ass right this second, she was liable to learn exactly what punishment Logan had in mind.

She scooted forward like a good little sub.

The pleasure in Logan’s eyes was well worth the discomfort, and she practically melted into his gentle touch. She tried not to wiggle as he smoothed shaving cream all over her mound, but when he started denuding her with the sharp razor, sensual little tickles of arousal went straight to her clit.

She bit back the moan, deeply embarrassed to be turned on by such an impersonal touch. But then Logan shifted his fingers, gently massaging her labia as he scraped the last few hairs away, and the moan escaped anyway. His lips curved into that amazing smile once more, and he leaned over to press a kiss to the tip of her nose.

He stepped away and let Jace use a washcloth to wipe away the remnants of shaving cream. Just when she thought they were finished, Logan squeezed more shaving cream onto his hand and Jace lifted her legs and pushed her knees back toward her chest. Heat shot through her, embarrassment, arousal, and need all conspiring to make her whimper pathetically. She wanted to roll her eyes at her ridiculous behavior, but then Logan smoothed the shaving cream around her anus, and she closed her eyes in wonder.

If felt incredibly decadent to be held down by one man while another shaved the few hairs between her pussy and her anus. By the time they were finished, Emma was shivering with arousal, unbelievably on the verge of orgasm.

“Don’t come,” Logan said without a trace of humor. He wet another washcloth and very thoroughly made certain that no shaving cream remained. She could feel her pussy pulsing in anticipation but tried to breathe through the sensation.

The first touch of Logan’s tongue made her moan. He licked around her clit, his tongue lazily caressing the folds of her labia. She squirmed, but Jace held her tighter, and her arousal kicked into overdrive at the feeling of helplessness. Holy fuck, she never would’ve imagined being so turned on by their dominating behavior, but here she was.

“Don’t come,” Logan said again as he sank a thick finger into her pussy. She shook hard as she tried to follow his order. Geez, it had always taken a lot of work for her to orgasm, but right now she couldn’t remember why. She was practically ready to burst into flames at a few gentle touches.

Logan pushed a second finger into her pussy, slowly, lazily gliding them in and out as her muscles relaxed and softened. She released a deep, slow breath, trying to control her arousal, willing to submit to their desires, wanting to please both of her men.

“Good girl,” Logan said as he added a third finger. She squirmed a little at the uncomfortable feeling, but Jace leaned over and touched his lips to her own. His tongue caressed her before pushing past her teeth and sweeping into her mouth. Over and over he thrust his tongue into her mouth, mimicking Logan’s actions in her pussy.

“Don’t come,” Logan said again a moment before his lips latched onto her clit and sucked really, really hard. She gasped into Jace’s mouth, groaning as liquid heat pulsed through her lower body. She wrenched away from Jace, gasping for air, trying to still the need to orgasm.

“Good girl,” Jace said as he caressed her face and pressed a soft kiss to her sweaty forehead. “Now you can come.”

Logan pushed his fingers deeper, curling them inside her body, touching a place that set off fireworks in her brain. She moaned, grinding her teeth as heat pulsed and exploded in her womb. Every muscle shook uncontrollably, her knees jumping and jolting even in Jace’s strong hold.

She could feel her pussy pulsing, her cream leaking from her, coating her denuded labia and dripping down her ass. She breathed harshly, trying to regain control of the body that no longer seemed to belong to her.

Logan pulled his fingers from her pussy, and she whimpered at the loss, but the feeling of pressure against her anus had her squirming away. “Be still, little sub,” Logan said with a note of disapproval. She stopped squirming immediately, no longer surprised at her willingness to follow their orders.

She squeaked a noise of fear as Logan pressed a single finger past the tight ring of muscle and into her back passage.

“Have you ever had a man in your ass, little one?”

“N–No, Sir,” she managed to force past her lips even as heat and liquid desire replaced the discomfort. He wiggled his finger slightly, and delicious arousal wound through her once more. She was panting, trying not to rock against his finger when Logan moved away and removed his hand.

“Shower time,” he said, and Jace let go of her legs and helped her to her feet. Her legs felt like cooked noodles, and she grabbed for Jace in an effort to stay upright. “Lock your knees, Emma. Concentrate.” Logan sounded annoyed, and she instinctively looked up to meet his gaze. “Eyes down, sub.” She quickly lowered her gaze to the floor. It was the one lesson her ex had actually taught her, but she shivered with apprehension at Logan’s tone.

She was unsure what she’d done wrong, but she locked her knees and tried to do as he’d ordered.