The First Order [Safeword LLC 1] (Siren Publishing Sensations) (23 page)

“My apologies on your placement not working out.” Ms. Van Camp was leaning against her desk with a file in her hand. She held it out for Becca to take. “After having discussed things with Lane and Ross, I took it upon myself to have James look into things. I pride myself on choosing reputable applicants that best suit my clients’ needs, so it was important to me that your name be cleared.”

Becca took the folder and placed it in her lap. She was almost afraid to open it and look at the contents inside, for fear it would not justify her initial reaction. But then, nothing should take that away from her. They thought she had sold them out. Nothing had hurt more than that and she’d had every right to walk away. Right? Suzanne’s words were like a nagging gnat that wouldn’t stop flying around.

“Don’t get me wrong, Rebecca. You certainly don’t have to read it, but I thought it might clear up things. Anyway, I guess my question to you is how was your introduction to the lifestyle?” Ms. Van Camp stood and walked around her desk to take a seat in her black leather office chair. “Was it everything you’d hoped it to be? The reason I ask is that technically you have one week left on your original contract. Would you like for me to find you other Dominants for the remainder of your time?”

“What? No!” Becca shifted in her seat, now wishing she’d worn something nicer than jeans. Ms. Van Camp had a way of making a woman feel vulnerable in her presence. “I couldn’t be with anyone else after Lane and Ross.”

“That surprises me. If that’s the case, why run?”

“Run? I didn’t run,” Becca said in protest. “I ended it based on the fact that they don’t trust me.”

“A knee-jerk reaction,” Ms. Van Camp said with a wave of her hand. “It happens to the best of us. Just as Lane’s reaction was involuntary. I mean, the evidence certainly did point to you, and can you imagine what he must have felt like, thinking that you’d betrayed them? Oh well, you both seem to respond so passionately to things that it’s best if you go your separate ways.”

Ms. Van Camp kept talking, but Becca tuned her out as she was now putting herself into Lane’s shoes. He’d been so hurt and angry at the thought that she’d betrayed them, that maybe she did react too quickly. If he hadn’t cared for her, would he have had the same reaction? Becca couldn’t stop herself from opening the folder that sat in her lap. The picture that was attached to the paper took her by surprise. It was Jimmy, the driver that Lane and Ross utilized when they needed to be chauffeured. She scanned the details, amazed that he’d capitalized on a few tidbits of information that he’d overheard.

“Rebecca?”

“Oh. I–I’m sorry.” Becca closed the file and then placed it on Ms. Van Camp’s desk. “What are the rules regarding the safe word you provided?”

“I’m sorry, you’ll have to clarify your question. What exactly are you referring to?”

“Is it against the rules for me to see Lane and Ross once I’ve said my safe word?”

“And why would you want to do that?” Ms. Van Camp leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. Becca felt like a child having been sent to the principal’s office to explain why she’d gotten into a tiff with another girl. “I was under the impression that you wanted nothing more to do with them. After all, didn’t you mention something about them not trusting you after everything you had shared?”

“And what if I made a mistake?” Becca asked. She couldn’t sit any longer, so she stood up and started to pace.

“Then you’d apologize just like we’ve tried to do for a week.”

Becca spun toward the door, heart racing at the sound of Ross’s voice. He and Lane stood in the doorway looking as striking as they always did in their three-piece suits. What were they doing here?

“You’ve lost weight,” Lane said, his disapproval shining through. Ross turned and gave him a look. “What? You can’t see it? She needs to eat.”

“What Lane is trying to say is that we still care for you very much, Becca. We were wrong to accuse you of selling us out and would like a second chance, if you’re willing to give us one.”

“You’re killing me,” Lane muttered, pushing past Ross. He came to stand directly in front of her, taking her shoulders in her hands and making sure her attention was on him. “I fucked up. Royally. Ross tried to make me see reason, but I was too clouded with the pain it caused me to think that you would betray us like that. After seeing your face and hearing you utter that damn word, which I hope will never be repeated again, I knew I’d made a mistake. I just didn’t know how to go about fixing it. We don’t just care about you, Becca. We love you. And then after you left, you wouldn’t take our phone calls. And Lily, hell, don’t even get me started on her. She’s—”

“Veering off course, brother.”

Becca felt the stinging sensation in her eyes, indicating it was useless to try to hold back her tears. “Lily was just looking out for me. She’s the one who talked me into coming here today. Can you repeat what you just said?”

“Well, then, maybe she’s not so bad,” Lane said, although she could see it cost him. “But that woman could work for—”

“He said we love you, Becca.” Ross walked over to them. Lane dropped one hand and allowed Ross to sneak a hand underneath her hair, tilting her face up to his. “Relationships aren’t perfect, especially ones that live within our lifestyle, just like we tried to teach you about your behavior. But we can learn from our mistakes. Allow us the chance to learn, Becca, just as we’ve permitted you. Don’t shut us out.”

“I’m sorry I ran out,” Becca whispered, leaning up on her tiptoes to close the distance between them. She kissed Ross on the lips and then did the same with Lane. She looked up at them through her lashes. “I should have stayed and talked things over with you. I’ve felt a lot of different emotions over our time together, but it was never as bad as the heartache I felt being without you. When I’m with you, my senses go on overload. If I know you’ve had a bad day, all I want to do is fix it. When you take me to the club, I treasure that I’m the one you’ve chosen and want everyone to know that I belong to you. Everything I see and touch reminds me of the two of you and what you’ve given me. If that’s love, then I love you both more than I could ever put into words. Please forgive me for running away.”

“As heartwarming as this is, I do have appointments that I need to keep. I take it that I’ll see the three of you next week for your final appointment?”

Becca shifted and looked over at Ms. Van Camp. Although her words bespoke impatience and sarcasm, the way her lips tilted up in a half smile indicated the opposite. The woman was definitely hard to read, but her satisfaction shone through like a stretched-out cat basking in the sun. She’d kept her track record in regards to a successful placement and being able to read applicants.

Lane and Ross both nodded, while Becca went to retrieve her purse. Not giving herself time to think and therefore not taking the chance of changing her mind, Becca walked up to Ms. Van Camp and gave her a hug. The surprise on her face was evident, and although she didn’t return Becca’s gesture, she also didn’t pull away.

“I know this was all a setup,” Becca whispered. She’d figured that out after having seen Suzanne giving James a wink as they got out of the vehicle. “But thank you—for everything.”

Ross finished securing Becca’s wrists in the cuffs attached to the support chain of the customized swing he’d set up a while ago. Two black leather straps were wrapped around her thighs and attached to their own support chains. These supported the majority of her weight while allowing them access to her pussy. He’d fastened her sitting upright with her wrists over her head to ensure that he’d be able to take her from behind as well with no interference. They’d set aside this evening to claim her together, front and back simultaneously.

“Not too tight?” he asked as he slipped a finger inside each cuff to check the fit.

“No,” Becca said, a slight tremble in her voice. It got him every time and his cock hardened a little more. “It’s fine.”

“I left enough room on the chain to give you something to hold on to,” Ross explained, moving around, letting her rest her back against his chest. She yelped when his hand landed on her ass. “Have you forgotten everything we’ve taught you already?”

“No, Sir, I was just—”

“Maybe we need to start at square one,” Lane replied, taking a stance in front of them. He held a small slapper in his hand. Starting slow, Lane started to tap the inside of her thighs, causing a staccato beat through the air. Becca arched her back, using his chest as leverage. “Repeat after me. You will not hesitate to follow an order.”

“I will not hesitate to follow your orders, Sir.” Becca was a little breathless as Lane continued to gradually heat up her skin using light taps.

“Your eyes should be on us at all times.”

“My eyes should be on you at all times, Sir,” Becca said, seemingly not realizing that she was now tilting her lower body into Lane’s strikes.

“You will always refer to us as Sir when we are in a scene.”

“I will always call you by your titles, Sir.” Becca had widened her legs in an apparent need for the slapper to get closer to her pussy. Ross knew that Lane wouldn’t make contact with her clit until she was ready.

“You will never leave us again without first talking through our issues.”

“I will never leave you again without talking through our issues, Sir.” Becca threw her head back against his shoulder as Lane started to work on her breasts. The smacking sound was lessoning as her moans and cries rose in volume. He ran a hand underneath her and found her soaked. “Please, Sirs. Do something.”

“Is that your pussy? Do you get to decide when she is given release?”

“No, Sir. It is your pussy.” Becca was now bucking against him as Lane stopped all motion.

“And who decides when you can have an orgasm?”

“You do, Sir. But—ahhhh!” Lane had brought the slapper down directly over her clit.

“You are correct, Rebecca. We control your orgasms. There are no buts in that sentence, but yours is about to receive Ross’s cock while I’m sunk balls deep in your pussy. And we want to hear you ask for permission before coming, do I make myself clear?”

* * * *

“Yes, Sir.”

Becca’s entire body felt like it was on fire. Whatever he’d used to warm up her skin had done its job. Her pussy felt like it was on fire and only his seed could put it out. She had kept her eyes on Lane the entire time, but now, as he was sheathing his cock with a condom, Becca couldn’t bring herself to tear her eyes away from what he was doing. Her pussy quivered at knowing that soon he would be inside of her.

“Do we need to go over the rules again, Rebecca?”

“No, Sir,” Becca answered. She immediately brought her eyes up to Lane’s. Hunger simmered beneath his pupils and she involuntarily brought her hips forward. He laughed. Stepping in between her outstretched legs, Lane grabbed a hold of her hips and all but slammed her onto his cock. “Yesssss, Sir.”

Lane filled her to capacity. It felt so good, but the way he was holding her prevented her from moving. She pulled against her restraints, but found she had no leverage. His lips covered over her nipple and he drew on it until it was extended onto his tongue. Damn, that felt good. He kept drawing on them, over and over, until little sparks started to fly in every direction. The sensation had now become too much and she tried to pull away. She couldn’t. She was at his mercy.

“Oh!”

Becca tried to tilt her hips away from the coolness that was now being applied to her anus, but her being impaled by Lane’s cock kept her from moving away. She endured Ross’s massage and when his finger probed her sphincter, Becca couldn’t suppress her cry.

“Can you handle both of us, little sub?” Ross asked, his mouth right next to her ear. His hot breath caressed her skin, as they had made her French braid her hair to gain easier access to her neck. And according to Ross, it gave him something told hold on to when he would be thrusting in and out of her ass. “I can’t wait to claim your ass.”

“Yes, please, Sir. I need you.” And it was true. As his finger delved inside of her, the tight ring closed around his finger, not wanting to give him up. By the time he’d slid a second finger in her back door, Becca was biting her lip to keep from begging him to just take her now. The worst part—or the best, she wasn’t sure—was that she’d maintained eye contact with Lane and she was positive that he could see everything that she was feeling. “Please, Sir.”

“She’s ready, Ross,” Lane said through gritted teeth. He let go of her hips, only to swing her legs up and over his arms. This made it impossible for her to clench her buttocks as Ross put on a condom and placed his tip at her back entrance. “No worries, Becca. The only thing for you to do is accept what Ross is giving you.”

Even though she knew she wasn’t supposed to shut him out, Becca had to close her eyes when Lane said those words. It was the most freeing feeling to know that they had total control over her body. No matter what she did, they would see she got what she needed. Ross pushed his tip through her tight ring and gradually opened her up to his invasion. Lane had been right. She was in no position to delay or stop Ross from taking her.

“Open your eyes for me, Rebecca.” She struggled to comply. Through tiny slits, Becca could see Lane’s dark gaze penetrating hers. “That’s my good girl. I want to see your face as he takes you.”