Kimberly shifted slightly, awaiting the first question.
Wyatt spoke first. “Do you enjoy suspension bondage?”
“Yes and no answers only right now, sub,” Sebastian said.
“Yes.”
“Do you like ball gags?”
“No.”
“Do you enjoy anal penetration?” Wyatt continued.
“Very much.”
“Yes or no,” Sebastian reminded her as his eyes darkened with her reply.
“Yes.”
“Do you like double stuffing?”
She felt a smile tug at her lips. Far more than either of them could imagine.
“Answer the question,” Wyatt said impatiently.
“Yes.”
“Do you enjoy spankings?”
“Yes.”
“Handcuffs?”
“Yes.”
“Nipple clamps.”
“Sometimes.”
“Sometimes isn’t an option,” Sebastian said.
She lifted her gaze and caught a burning stare from Sebastian. Wyatt appeared amused.
“If it isn’t an option, then no,” she said defiantly.
“Do you like to masturbate?”
“Every damned day.”
Noses twitched.
“Yes.”
Sebastian took a deep breath. “Keep your eyes on us now.”
Her legs throbbed as she resisted the urge to spread them wider. Her pussy quivered as she thought of the delicious acts they’d require at some point.
“Did you fuck Neely this morning?” Sebastian asked.
Wyatt leaned over his shoulder. “That’s not one of the questions.”
“It is now.”
“Yes.”
Sebastian held his head higher. “Why?”
“No.”
“Don’t be a smart-ass,” Wyatt said. “Answer him.”
“It’s a long story.”
“We have all night,” Sebastian told her.
“I was horny. He had passed out between my legs after working me over, leaving a dildo in my twat, and I wanted to fuck. Is that a sin?”
“Yes,” Sebastian replied. “With Neely? It is most definitely a sin.”
“It won’t happen again,” she found herself saying.
“That’s a given,” Sebastian said.
The two locked in a knowing gaze, and Kimberly felt her body relax in a way she hadn’t expected under this unique scrutiny. She took a ragged breath and said, “I had a little motivation.”
Wyatt cleared his throat and ran his hand through his short shag style. “Tell us about that motivation.”
She couldn’t help but snicker. These two may have been the best of friends, but they weren’t too good to play the one-up game. “I told you already, I imagined I was fucking you.”
Sebastian leaned forward and grabbed the water pitcher. He poured himself a glass of water and drank from the glass.
“And how was he?” Sebastian finally asked, laughter in his voice.
“Not as great as he could’ve been,” Kimberly admitted, deliberately staring at Wyatt’s cock.
“Back to the questions,” Sebastian said, taking control. “Do you like giving head?”
“Still yes or no?”
“Not this time,” Sebastian said.
“I love it,” she purred, moistening her lips and shifting her gaze between men. “I get off on it.”
Their expressions then were priceless. Their penises stretched forward as they each shifted uncomfortably.
“Go on,” Sebastian said, rubbing his hand down the length of his erection.
“I like to tease a man with my tongue, tease and taunt him until he can’t help but grab my hair and slam my mouth against his groin. I love the feeling of a swollen crest tapping against the roof of my mouth. I get off on the power, the control.”
“Submissive, hell,” Sebastian grumbled.
“I’m submissive in ways you can’t even imagine,” Kimberly said, wondering what they would say or do if they knew just how submissive she was willing to be for them.
“Explain,” Wyatt said.
“Can we come back to the explanation portion of this interview?” she asked.
“No,” Sebastian replied.
“I don’t think you could handle my response,” she said flippantly.
“Try me.” Sebastian showcased a heavy look of guarded lust.
“I want to be controlled in every facet of my life by a Dominant who deserves my trust and loyalty. I
need
a collar around my neck. I want his love, admiration, and devotion,” she said, slipping away from the desk and walking to them.
“I need to know I’m important to my Dom or Doms, if that’s my destiny, but I also long to hand over control in every aspect of my life.”
She cupped Sebastian’s cheek. “I want to wear one of those remote-control dildos and know he’s thinking of me throughout the day because of the sudden volts of exquisite reminders pulsing through my body whenever he believes I need to be reminded of him.”
She moved on to Wyatt and lifted his chin with her fingertips. She focused on the swell of his cheek, remembering how he’d defended her and fought Jason. Had any other man, other than her brothers-in-law, stood against Jason?
She spoke from the heart then. “I need to know I’m important enough to be punished and rewarded, because only then will I understand the true power of his love, only then will I be able to surrender to fate and offer my submission as his love slave.”
Wyatt jerked. Sebastian released a guttural growl so intense, so fierce, she knew she’d struck a nerve and left him with more to ponder than he’d ever even begun to consider.
After a moment of silence, she turned with intentions of returning to the desk.
“Wait,” Sebastian said, rising to his feet. “You’re serious about all this?”
“Is that on your list of questions?” she asked.
“Did you just describe the kind of relationship you hope to find, or are you toying with us?”
“How many subs do you know that have the kind of control that I demonstrated tonight at the auction?”
“Several,” Sebastian quickly assured her.
Wyatt frowned. “I don’t know too many.”
“I guess it just depends on the circles you frequent,” Kimberly said.
Sebastian bracketed his arm around her waist and drew her against his chest. Cupping her full breast, he roughly dragged his thumb over her extended nipple.
She flinched in heated response. He grinned in absolute satisfaction.
Walking his fingers between her breasts, he slid them to her middle, caressing the skin he could touch through the webbed material. Finally, he dipped his hand lower, found the snap at her crotch, and released the bodice.
A sudden movement assured her that he hadn’t appreciated the fishnet stockings. He stripped them from her body before plunging his fingers inside her center, rotating them around and around.
“I frequent the circles that interest me,” he whispered against her lips.
“I see that,” she hummed, throwing her head back and allowing him access to her neck rather than her lips.
To her surprise, he rammed his fingers inside her. Her body sprang forward, but Wyatt caught her head, weaving his fingers through her hair and studying her face as Sebastian worked three committed digits deep inside her channel.
As her pussy pulsed around his fingers, she let herself imagine what it might be like to have these men in her life, what it might be like to believe in the possibility of a committed relationship like both her sisters had enjoyed.
The thought of the previously unimaginable drove her into a new realm of possibilities. Her body was thrown into a violent orgasm. A hard-pulsing climax left her rocking against Sebastian.
“Let go, sub,” Sebastian said, driving inside her. He worked his hand against her pussy, pushing inside her channel, twitching his strong fingers right to left as he wrenched them inside her.
A sudden scream was torn from her lungs as his plunging fingers jerked inside her. He manipulated her orgasm and his attempt was understood as deliberate. The speed with which he stabbed at her center quickened then slowed. He went deep then shallow, rotating his fingers in sync.
“Oh God!” She clawed at Wyatt’s arms as she dug her fingernails into his jacket, desperate to hang on to someone as she rocked forward, drove her hips back, and slammed against Sebastian’s hand once more.
“That’s it,” Wyatt said, whispering against her chin as she pleaded, begged.
“Please don’t stop,” she breathed, her legs threatening to collapse under her.
Sebastian knelt in front of her, holding her hips as he wiggled his fingers, pumping them furiously into her cunt. “Oh fucking damn, woman, you are something to appreciate.”
His mouth hovered over her opening. He blew a stream of hot air over her pussy, and the shock of his lips being so near left her trembling in Wyatt’s arms. She tried to move closer to the mouth hovering over her snatch, a breath away from delivering an intimate kiss.
One orgasm subsided and another closed in fast, but Sebastian’s assault was complete. Leaving one finger tucked inside her folds, he stood, hooking his middle digit as he rose. “That was fucking amazing.”
Kimberly blinked in confusion as she tried to catch her breath. Had he really enjoyed pleasuring her this much? Had he gained satisfaction from her fulfillment alone?
If so, what a man!
She collapsed against Wyatt and whispered, “I could get used to this.”
Sebastian was wise to the fact that his relationship with Kimberly would progress rapidly, but he’d expected to maintain some element of control at the start. While she freshened up in the restroom, he turned to Wyatt, searching his friend’s face for answers.
“Don’t look at me,” Wyatt said. “I was afraid it would be like this.”
Sebastian shoved his hands through his hair, bunched the strands behind his head, and reached in his pocket for a rubber band. Once he secured his hair, he let out a moan. “I think she remembers everything.”
“About you buying her time at auction?” Wyatt asked.
“Yes.”
“She told you before, she has a foggy memory.” Wyatt frowned. “There isn’t a doubt in my mind now. Jason was drugging her. You were right about that. No one could understand why she stayed with him. Even she doesn’t fully grasp why.”
“You don’t think she realizes she was drugged?”
“The mind is a complicated mass of justification tactics,” Wyatt said. “Somewhere deep inside her subconscious, she may realize something was terribly wrong, but her loyalty to Jason forces her to excuse any wrongdoing. She may even believe she was drunk.”
“You and I both know she wasn’t drunk,” Sebastian snapped.
The room quieted. In the distance, a toilet flushed. Wyatt hurriedly asked, “What do you think about her confession?”
“About being enslaved to her Dominants? I’m not surprised.”
“You should be concerned. If she’s willing to push herself, test her abilities as much as her willingness to surrender to the appropriate Doms, then she’s given herself over to Neely without conditions, without reservations. She wasn’t his sub. She was his slave.”
“You think I don’t know that?” Sebastian asked, cursing under his breath when Kimberly reentered the room.
Sebastian’s heart skipped a beat as he observed her. The flush of her pale skin, the swell of her lips, and the sparkle in her eyes were enough to provoke even men unaffected by her submissive presence.
He was, without a doubt, already imprisoned by her. And he wasn’t the only one.
“Take a seat,” Wyatt said, guiding her to the desk again.
Sebastian took off his jacket and bowtie. Neatly placing the two items on an upholstered chair, he contemplated what had transpired between them. Kimberly had been so receptive, so giving, and she’d waited for permission to let herself go, free her inhibitions.
Or had she?
He faced her. The recent pleasure and excitement still existed in her eyes. She took her earlier position atop the desk and spread her legs wide, acting more subservient and obedient than before.
“Relax,” he said, willing her to keep that precious package hidden from his sight.
One more glance at her pussy, and he feared he wouldn’t stop the next time he touched her. He would fuck her.
Wyatt stood next to her. He lifted her chin and stared into her eyes. “Did you pleasure yourself in the bathroom?”
“No,” she replied.
Wyatt tilted his head and searched her face. “Are you sure?”
“Positive.” She grinned. “Why would I need to self-serve when I’m satisfied with the way things are progressing between the three of us?”
Sebastian groaned. Her words were a testament to the fact that she realized she’d shattered their control.
He wondered then as he squeezed his fingers together and remembered the tight clench of her pussy. Had she already begun to come when he gave her permission or had she obediently waited for his orders?
Lifting his hand, he studied his three fingers, trying to recall how she’d gripped them, how she’d drawn his hand closer, tighter against her walls. Her body had been in full motion, swinging back and forth as soon as he’d granted permission.