Everything He Wants (21 page)

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Authors: Erin Lark

Slipping out of the car, I waited for Jake to step in front of me before following him back inside. He folded our jackets over one of the railings leading upstairs as we continued toward the kitchen. His shoulders were bunched up, same as they were the entire way home. He rolled them back as if to lift whatever weight he was carrying on his back. He’d seemed confident earlier this evening before heading to the countryside.

But something had changed between then and now.

Jake lowered into one of the chairs at the kitchen table, and I made myself busy by starting some water and retrieving a tea bag from one of the many boxes on the counter.

Not that I planned on drinking anything, but it gave me something to do—some way to keep my hands busy without bothering Jake.

"Kira, sit down," Jake ordered, his voice firm.

"But I—"

"Leave it."

Swallowing, I turned off the stove and sat in the chair across from him. "Can you at least tell me what’s wrong? I know you said you have a lot on your mind, but why won’t you tell me?"

He stood from his chair. Paced from one side of the kitchen to the other. "Because, it isn’t your burden to bear."

"Is it..." I wet my lips. "Is it about Dennis?"

He’d never told me how things turned out with Dennis
,
only that he and Devlin were handling it.
Maybe that’s what those papers were from this afternoon.

Jake stopped dead in his tracks and reached out for me. "Hell, no." He closed his arms around me, hugging me to his chest. "Is that what’s worrying you?"

I shook my head. "No, but you are. You’ve never been like this, not even with one of your clients, so I know it isn’t work. But what else could it be? Those papers from earlier—"

His Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed. "You weren’t supposed to see them."

"But why?"
Why can’t I look at them?

"You’ll see." He caressed my face and drew gentle arcs across my cheek with his thumb. "By the end of tonight, everything will be explained." He paused and lifted his gaze, probably listening to the car doors slamming out front. "Sounds like they’re here. Go on and greet them at the door for me, will you? We’ll sit in the living room."

I inclined my head and slowly drew away from him.
Remember the rules.
We’d never had guests before, but I’d seen how Marisa greeted visitors at the door.
Be like Marisa.
And while Jake hadn’t asked it of me, it was implied. I was a sub, and these guests were Doms.

If my little run-in with them tonight was any indication, they’d earned my respect, and if not mine, they certainly had Jake’s.

Steeling myself for whatever waited on the other side of the door, I opened up Jake’s home to the same two men I’d seen back at the party. I bowed my head and stood to one side so they could join us.

"Good evening, sirs," I said, keeping my gaze fixed on the floor.

Neither one replied. In fact, they pretty much ignored me, walking past me to shake hands with Jake who was busy stoking the fire.
Don’t freak out. This is probably one of Jake’s games.
Games I should’ve been used to by now.

It’s his job to make you nervous. Anxious.
I wasn’t afraid of them. Perhaps if I’d never met them, I would’ve felt differently. But for now, they were guests in Jake’s home. I was a part of the décor.
If Marisa can do this, so can you.

She and Devlin had a total power exchange and showed as much every hour of every day. My submission up until now had been limited to the bedroom, Jake’s dungeon, and
The Limelight.
Nowhere in our initial terms had he mentioned using the living room. It was a place to entertain guests. To offer dessert.

Looks like you'll be both this evening.

"Kira?" Jake called, sitting in one of the chairs. "Care to join us?" He lifted his eyebrows at me.

Nerves coiled around my spine as I made my way over to him. "Yes, Master."

He grabbed my arm before I could take my place beside him. With very little force, he guided me down onto the floor at his feet.
You’re supposed to be his sub, remember?
I was his sub.

I folded my knees and rested my hands behind my back as the men spoke amongst themselves about one thing or another. Jake absently stroked my hair, but every touch was a tentative one. As assertive as he may have been when I knelt in front of him, he was still just as unnerved as he was earlier.

I wanted to ask him—again—what was wrong. But with the other Doms in the room and Jake’s reputation at stake, I kept the questions to myself.

"Well," Jake said, clearing his throat as he stood up. "I suppose we should get to it."

Get to what?
I'd zoned out and missed whatever it was we were supposed to be doing.

Jake took my hand and helped me to my feet before directing me toward our guests. "These are masters Samuel and Trevor. You’ll be entertaining them this evening. Treat them the same way you treat me, understood?"

Why? Where are you going? You promised you’d stay with me.

"Kira, do I make myself clear?" Jake asked again.

I shivered when he traced my spine with his fingertips. "Yes, Master."

"Good girl. There are a few things I need to tend to in the dungeon, then I’ll have you join me along with Samuel and Trevor."

I closed my eyes and listened to Jake’s footsteps as they faded down the stairs into the dungeon below. Neither of the other Doms moved, either because they were waiting for me to open my eyes, or they were making a silent pact before cluing me in.  Part of me was glad I wouldn't be scening with Devlin, but deep down, I probably would've felt more comfortable with him around, even if he was Marisa's Dom.

Drawing in a breath, I forced my eyes open. Both Samuel and Trevor stood before me, arms crossed over their chests. They looked so similar it took me a moment to make out one from the other. And if it weren't for the fact they'd removed the contacts they had been wearing for the dance, I probably would've been as lost as now I was then.

"Your master has told us a lot about you," Trevor said, caressing my face. "About how beautiful you are when you kneel and look up at him." He nodded to me, which I took as an order to kneel before him. He smiled, then continued. "Ahh, yes, lovely indeed, wouldn't you say, Samuel?"

Samuel looked me over and grinned. "Well, that all depends—that isn't the only thing Jake bragged on about."

"Quite true." Trevor leaned in and lowered his voice. "Let's see how pretty that little mouth of yours is."

Nerves...check.
But no fear. If Jake trusted them, I had no reason to be afraid of either Dom.
Head games.
That's all it was, and they were doing a fine job of it without my help.

Widening my stance so I wouldn't lose my balance, I bowed my head and waited for my next order. It came sooner than I expected.

Trevor took my hands and rested them on his belt, cocking his head at me when I didn't move. "Well? They won't remove themselves."

"Sorry, sir," I murmured, working on his belt buckle.

The leather hissed through his loops, and as I pulled down the zipper, he sucked in a breath of air.
Jesus.
His cock strained against his briefs and warmed under my fingers as I drew his pants and undergarments down to his knees.

Trevor moaned as I stroked him. "I'm not the only one you need to please," he reminded me, gently pushing me away so I could work with Samuel.

He wasn't nearly as talkative as Trevor, and he didn't have to be. A little more aggressive, he guided my hands to his belt loops and helped me remove his clothing from the waist down. And like Trevor, he was already hard.

A buffet of cock lay out before me, and I couldn't wait to taste each one. No doubt Jake had commented on my ability to give head. Samuel had even said as much, and I refused to let my or any other Dom down.
Give them something to remember, Kira.

Thankful when my gag reflex didn't mirror how I felt this morning, I alternated between sucking one cock and stroking the other. My mouth watered as I went down on Trevor, adjusting my jaw to accommodate him. He wasn't large, but it was still more than enough to work with. He drove his fingers into my hair as I deep-throated him. Circled the head of his cock with my tongue.

Samuel sighed and groaned from the rapid strokes of my hand. He reached down and squeezed my hand around him.
Tighter, Kira. He wants it tighter.
I doubled my efforts, delighting in the delicious moans that crept past his lips, along with Trevor's soft gasps for air.

I whimpered when one of them started to untie the ribbons of my corset. I did my best to ignore how desperate both their hands were as they started to undress me, and I gave Trevor all I had. Sucking and licking until I could sense his spine straightening. As he held his breath.

I backed off a bit. Switched targets so I was sucking Samuel and stroking Trevor with my hand. With every stroke—every taste—I imagined their heads falling back and the amazing sound they'd make in bed right before submitting to their impending bliss.

I want to hear that.
I wanted them to moan. To cry out and whisper my name. Deep down, I knew it wouldn't happen, and hoping for it when Jake wasn’t in the same room was wrong on so many levels.

But he wants you to play with them.
Not to finish, though. Back when I was an escort, Jake was the only client I finished for. I couldn't change that now, no matter how much I wanted both Doms to hold me down and have their way with me.
Real life doesn't work like that.

Doms were gentle giants compared to the reputation they received, and I'd never ask them to go against their own morals.
Not like you have a choice.
They might not have been my master, but they still held the control, and I gave them my submission without hesitation. 

I gasped when Trevor reached under my skirt. He pushed my panties over to one side so he could part my pussy lips. He made a sound of approval and, with Samuel's help, quickly removed my corset now that it was loose enough to do so.

Both men stopped me from what I was doing, removing temptation by taking a step back and pulling up their pants. Icy panic swept through my veins as I looked from one blank face to the other. Whatever control I thought they'd lost while I pleased them was back in full force.

"Stand up," Samuel ordered, gently pulling on my hair as there was nothing else he could possibly hold on to. "Over there." He gestured to the sofa, and I walked the few feet it took for me to reach the very edge of it. After removing what was left of my clothes, he said, "Lie down. Legs apart."

I did as he asked, shivering from the cool air that surrounded us. The fire Jake had started was down to a handful of embers, but it was more than enough to keep me warm—most of the time.
Not now.
My chilled skin prickled under Samuel's touch as he situated himself above my head, leaning in to kiss me on the lips.

His fingers trailed down the sides of my ribs, causing my hairs to stand on end as he got closer to my breasts. My back arched away from the cushions when someone—Trevor I assumed—thrust a finger inside me, beckoning my G-spot as Samuel deepened our kiss.

Being taken by one Dom was overwhelming enough, but I never realized how extreme it would be if I were ever to share my bed with two of them. With every moan silenced by Samuel's lips, Trevor pushed his fingers in even deeper. Harder.

Flame heated my cheeks as I fought to keep my head above water. I didn't dare open my eyes. It felt as though the room had rolled over and, in a few seconds, we'd all fall to the ground.

My body jerked uncontrollably when Trevor closed his lips around my clit, licking at it in tune with his fingers against my G-spot. Inside my pussy. Against my pussy lips. Their hands were everywhere. I could vaguely feel Trevor's hands on my breasts, his fingers pinching, tugging and twisting my nipples. But with every sensation they gave me, another was taken away.

I no longer felt the sofa beneath me. Warm and cold didn't exist. All I knew for sure was what they were doing with their hands. Their fingers.
Oh god!
Their lips.

"I..." I opened my mouth. Closed it and swallowed. But every time I tried to say something, either Samuel would silence me with a kiss, or Trevor would steal my breath away as he pushed me even closer to climax. "I'm...please...my master..."

As the first tremors of an orgasm shot through me, a small thought came to mind.
Can I finish without Jake's permission?
More importantly, if I could, did I need to ask for it from Trevor or Samuel?

I ground my teeth and screwed my eyes tight. "Please," I begged.

Trevor pressed harder against my G-spot. "Hmmm, I don't know, what do you think Samuel? Think she can hold it back?"

Samuel smiled against my lips. Broke our kiss, probably to nod to Trevor, for in the next instant, they stepped away from me.

Breathless, I opened my eyes. The room was a lot brighter than I remembered, and while they hadn't given me permission to let go, I wasn't disappointed. Jake was still in the house, possibly waiting for us in the dungeon, and he hadn't had a turn with me yet.

"Think you can stand?" Samuel asked, helping me to my feet. He kept a hand around my waist, and Trevor did the same when my knees buckled. "Hmm, I guess not."

"It's a good thing she won't have to, then," Trevor mused aloud as they guided me toward the stairs leading down into the dungeon. They stopped before we reached the first step. "Jake should be ready for us now."

With their support, I took a cautious step. Another. Then another. But I couldn't prepare myself for what came next.

Jake.
In his suit. Hands behind his back, one of which was holding a flogger.
They aren't done with you let.
Given how different the dungeon looked, they were just getting started.

Chapter Twenty Four

B
linking past my delirium and the aftershocks of an orgasm that never happened, I took in my surroundings. Most of the things in Jake's dungeon had either been moved or taken out of the main room. Well, everything that wasn't nailed down. The Saint Andrew's cross was in the same place it had always been, but the rest of the room was bare save for a small table with a stack of papers on it behind Jake.

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