Doubling on Denise

Doubling on Denise A Raider’s Bodyguards Story

By Cheryl Dragon

Resplendence Publishing, LLC http://www.resplendencepublishing.com

Resplendence Publishing, LLC 2665 S Atlantic Avenue, #349 Daytona Beach, FL 32118 Doubling on Denise Copyright © 2011 Cheryl Dragon Edited by Michele Paulin and Juli Simonson Cover art by Les Byerley, www.les3photo8.com Electronic format ISBN: 978-1-60735-347-8 Warning: All rights reserved. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000. Electronic Release: July 2011 This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places or occurrences, is purely coincidental.

Chapter One

A cell phone ringing in the middle of the night was nothing new for Jack Temple. He woke and answered it in a haze that quickly lifted though it was five in the morning. Adrenaline took over as Jack listened then ended the call with Mr. Raider, his boss. The man was to the point, as always, and the new assignment wasn’t one to be accepted or rejected. It had to be done immediately; Jack and his brother, Zach, were the only ones for it. Not that Jack wanted to reject a case with the gorgeous Denise Edington. Zach might not see it the same way, but the brothers didn’t always take the same view. It made them a good team in many ways. Jack walked across the hall to his brother’s room and knocked. Opening the door, Jack ducked. Zach was a grumpy sleeper. A shoe flew over Jack’s head. They were fraternal twins on different ends of the spectrum in personality, but both proved excellent bodyguards. “What?” Zach growled. Jack flopped on the bed. “We’ve got a job. Guess who?” “Who cares? It’s a job. I’ll get ready. Time for breakfast?” Zach asked. “No. It’s local, but we need to relieve a team at six. You want to know who it is.” Jack grinned. As different as they were, they agreed on the big things including women. Not many would understand their connection, but Denise might. She was the one who’d gotten away and unique in her own right. Not many women wanted to get away from them. It only made the brothers want her more. “Then who is it?” Zach clutched his pillow. “Denise.”

Zach’s head lifted. “What the hell? Why? She didn’t fall in with another asshole Master wanna be, did she?” “No, the old one got out of jail. Carl is a free man.” Zach opened his eyes fully. “Out? He broke out or they let him go?” He rolled from bed and stretched. “The system worked the wrong way. Some high-priced lawyers found a technicality and a judge who bought it. So he’s out. Denise’s filthy rich uncle is all over Raider’s and he pays enough to keep the company on retainer to protect his family. Denise is just scared.” Jack wanted to throw on jeans and go now. He’d never even kissed Denise, but he and Zach both knew she was supposed to be theirs. She had a Raider team with her right now, setting up a perimeter to watch the house from outside as well. No chances were taken when it came to Carl. “Why us? She fired us last time. Old Mr. Raider might be forgetting things,” Zach laughed. “Not likely. She requested us.” Jack watched Zach’s smile widened. The rush of power spread. Denise was untrained and had fallen in with the wrong crowd. But she was a natural sub and needed them. Her trust fund and rich family gave her a princess complex, but really, she wanted to please. They’d seen through her and had called her on it—for her own safety, of course. A stalker ex was one thing. A stalker Master was another. But Carl was worse than both. “Requested us? We were blacklisted by the Edington family.” Zach shook his head. “She’d have no clue we were the ones who forced a confession from the goons Carl hired to kidnap her. Why us?” Jack nodded. “The secret is still safe. I’m guessing she realized we’re good for this particular problem, and we didn’t out her.” Denise had tried to break up with Carl when he’d gotten too rough at a club, and Carl had tried to woo her back. The family had suspected he was after the money. “They don’t need to know about her sexual preferences. They want her safe along with their fortunes. But what Carl had planned for her was worse than any club. I don’t want her to know.” “I agree. We stopped it. I can’t believe attempted kidnapping and assault with extortion wasn’t enough to keep him in jail. Carl sent a ransom note before the goons he hired tried to take her.” Zach pulled out a set of fresh clothes.

They both knew what had gone down, but getting inside a criminal’s mind to anticipate his moves would take both of their perceptions working together. Carl was mean enough for anything. Denise needed them fully prepped. “Carl is still desperate to hold onto her. The Master thing was all an act, and he used it to seduce her. The power went to his head.” Jack checked the clock. He needed to get in the shower. “She’s never been trained or belonged to a club. She’s not that type,” Zach growled. “At least, we brought down the kidnapping and human trafficking ring. Sex slaves, selling subs to strangers. It’s sick.” Zach punched a pillow. “It was a hell pit. We can’t tell her what they had planned.” Jack loved Denise’s innocence. She might be one of the rich and fabulous in Los Angeles, but her family protected her. Her naughty, wild side had been mostly fantasy until Carl. She didn’t need to know he’d planned to let strangers humiliate and torture her into obedience until he’d gotten the ransom. Then they might have sold her for all they knew. “She’s stronger than you think. Fired our asses for asking the right questions about Carl. Like we’d out her secrets. Mr. Edington, your niece is a lovely blonde with curves for days, and she loves submissive sex play.” “Carl was still in her head. She dumped him and ran home but still didn’t want to get him in trouble. Anyone can call themselves a Master and play with people.” The brothers had learned their skills at a local club for the training and connections but had never gotten into the voyeur scene. They preferred to be at home in private for play. Two masters could scare off some subs, though some loved it, but the men had kept searching for the right one. Until Denise. She was the one they agreed on. She’d be permanent if they could just get her. Even having each other wasn’t always a given. The system had yanked them apart at will. He couldn’t think about the future too much. Now, he needed to think about Denise’s safety. Jack got off the bed. “I’ll hit the shower. We can drive through and get coffee on the way.” “Hey,” Zach said. Jack turned. “What?” “This is it. If she’s open to having us, we need to make our move.” “We have to protect her first. She might be scared away from the life thanks to Carl.” Jack couldn’t handle losing her again, but moving too fast was dangerous with an untrained sub.

“We’ll give her what she needs and really wants. The right way.” Zach grinned. “What? She doesn’t have some creepy new boyfriend, does she?” “No, still single and trying to put her life back together from the info I’ve gotten, but she keeps secrets. Being a rich California girl is hard work. Raider’s said the family feels she was back to her old self in the last few months, and now this. They’re pissed. No, I’m not sure we should push her.” Jack headed to the bathroom. Starting the shower, he took a deep breath and stepped into the shower. Zach was pushy and could be rough, while Jack had more finesse and patience. But with Denise, it was different. She wasn’t a trained sub eager to please and prove herself. They needed to draw her out and do it carefully. Zach had consulted with their Master friends on the topic over the last six months, always so confident that Denise would be theirs and come back to them. Jack had to admit, his brother was right. Denise didn’t have to request them now. It was a good sign. Jack just couldn’t get ahead of himself. Stepping out of the shower, he forced himself into a professional mode as he toweled off. Denise was a client. If Jack got his hopes up too high, he’d lose focus. Hell, he’d suffered enough pain and loss in his life that it didn’t scare him. His parents, his grandmother, even Zach at times once they were in foster care. They could live without Denise if they had to; endurance was something they’d built up. Their career was one place Jack went above and beyond and would never screw up. They’d succeeded and it paid the bills. But they wanted Denise. Jack believed she was their reward for a hard childhood. If the chance came, they’d take it. The mental pep talk worked for Jack. His love and fear for Denise remained buried deep down. Zach couldn’t contain himself as well as Jack and jumped into things without a care in the world. It worried Jack sometimes that his brother could be so all or nothing. With Denise, Zach had hit a new level. A new fixation. Jack shared it, but Zach was convinced Denise belonged to them already, as if it were fate. In the club circle, multiple subs for one Master were common, but two Masters for one sub was strange. Jack would never be harsh enough to please or push a sub and Zach could go full tilt into a fantasy and not read subtle reactions. They were a balanced pair. When they’d try to go solo or played with two girls, it was never as good. Dom brothers sharing a sub got

questions in the club circles. This worked for them. But would Denise go for it? Be up to satisfying them both? Denise might think they’re freaks. As a Dom, it didn’t matter to Jack so long as she tried it and loved them. All their needs could be met if they stayed open. No doubt they would be better for her than Carl. The fear lingered in Jack. If Denise had been completely turned off of Dom/sub sex play because of Carl, they had to respect her limits. She might not be ready, or she might have rejected it as evil. If she’d seen the pit she could’ve ended up in, he wouldn’t blame her for never letting anyone dominate her again. Not sexually, not playfully, not anything. The line between a new level of ecstasy and going too far was easily trampled by a bad Master. She’d picked very wrong the first time. Had Carl turned her off forever? With Carl free, there was no answer to that question yet. **** Denise sat at her dining room table and pondered her life. Once again, the Raider’s team had invaded. This time she was grateful. Carl was free from prison? The nightmare never seemed to end. Part of her wanted to believe Carl would simply ignore her and go on with his life. The case was no harm, no foul on the technicality, but that was for the lawyers to argue. Deep down, she knew she’d made a huge mistake ever trusting that creep. Men only wanted her money, and they’d play any game to get it. Her body wasn’t bad, and they liked to use that, too. Jack and Zach had seen through the charade and pegged her as a submissive from the first. None of the others suspected that her kinky lifestyle was the reason she’d go along with what Carl wanted. Her family wondered what hold he had on her. She’d bought every word Carl said because he’d given her what she’d craved at the beginning. What she’d thought she craved, Denise corrected her thoughts. Since Carl, she’d done her homework and found out what a healthy Dom/sub relationship was supposed to be. It wasn’t just sex and pain for the Master’s fun. She wanted a man’s attention. The counselor had gotten her that far. This drama, however, didn’t flatter her ego or stroke the need. It just scared her. Requesting Jack and Zach was a step toward honesty—it scared and thrilled her. She felt safe with them, safer than she’d ever felt before. Why had she been so foolish? Firing them—it was her old habits. Being rich and

having butlers and maids, Denise got her way and no one could know her secrets in the circles her family traveled in. She’d been raised to not let men walk all over her—an inner conflict she was still sorting out. When the doorbell rang, something in her stirred. More than safety, it was lust. Another counselor breakthrough. Falling for two bodyguards, count them two, was not healthy! Even if they knew her secret, she couldn’t have them both. One man messed her up enough; taking on two was asking to fail. And coming between brothers was a bad idea as well. She was creating impossible fantasies. Denise waited as the bodyguards traded information, an exchange of power and responsibility she’d seen plenty of times. But Jack and Zach looked so good. Muscled with all American good looks. They weren’t identical twins, and their tempers were so different, yet they were a team, with complementary goals and strengths. It took all of her self control to keep from running over to hug them. Kiss them. Do something more for them. But that impulse was momentarily blotted out by relief. They could’ve refused to come here. It was just a job to them. She was just another client, after all. But she’d pleaded with her uncle for the men who would make her feel safe and her uncle got his way, even if it meant swallowing every bad word he’d said about the pair back when she’d fired them. Her uncle was the only man she’d been able to trust until the Temple brothers. For a second, she released the guilt and the shame. They’d called her on her secret, and she’d pulled the strings as she’d done so often and gotten rid of them. Now she wouldn’t repeat her mistakes and some humble pie was in order. Once the other team left, she relaxed a little and stood to greet them. Smiling, she went over. “Thanks for coming. I know I’m not your favorite client.” The men exchanged a look but remained silent. “I’m sorry I fired you both. I panicked. My family would be mortified if they found out what I do—did. What I let Carl… I’m sorry.” They looked so good in jeans and Raider logo black T-shirts, both with brown hair and brown eyes. Jack had a twinkle in his eye. Zach’s jaw was set sternly. Denise could barely think with them so close. She wanted them. It hadn’t vanished. Damn! She wanted to kneel and be naked for them right now.

“Discretion is part of our business. Your sexual preferences are private, but Carl can and will use them against you, if he has the chance,” Jack explained. “That’s why we need to know everything. We’re here twenty-four seven now so it won’t go any further than us.” Zach eyed her up and down. “I understand. I’m seeing a therapist, and Carl wasn’t healthy or safe.” Denise threw herself into life. The dreamer in her believed it felt right it should be like a movie with a happy ending. But life wasn’t like a movie, and fate didn’t intervene on her side. “We’d tell you that for free.” Jack set down their bags and programmed the alarm on the front door. “Get comfortable.” “I am, and I’m very glad you’re here.” Twenty-four hours a day with these two. It would be heaven. “Have you been in contact with Carl?” Zach asked. “Didn’t the other bodyguards brief you?” She headed to the kitchen. “I made some coffee, and there’s cake. I’ve found I bake when I’m nervous.” They walked in and sat down at the table, notebooks open. “We need to hear it from you. During Carl’s time in prison, was there any contact?” Jack asked. “No, not even a letter. I’d hoped he’d leave me alone. He just wanted money, and he won’t get it.” The men shared another look, eyebrows rising briefly. “What?” she demanded. “Everyone said it was about the money. He never loved me. I know that now.” “It was, partly. In the beginning, certainly, yes. The kidnapping plot is a basic move. But he used your eagerness to submit to manipulate you and feed his ego as well. It seems he continued in prison. He had several male inmates under his control. So he might be out for revenge on you with a power trip. To reassert his authority.” Jack’s tone was serious. “Not with me. I won’t. The stuff he did or wanted me to do? No way. I’m not into that. He knows I won’t give in. I stood up to him. He should find a sub who wants that.” She’d read stories about those who craved humiliation and extreme pain. It made her sad. “I did a lot of research on the topic. I know where I fit. I was a fool, but I learn fast.” Zach cleared his throat. “Carl was never a properly trained Master. He jumped in for the power and used your desire against you. He doesn’t know a damn thing about responsibility or

limits. He could be obsessed with you still. Have you gotten any messages from him since he got out yesterday?” She nodded. “He called the house. Raider’s put in to change my number. It was unlisted and I changed it, but he got it somehow.” She was over-explaining and defending herself. Denise took a long breath. She’d left out the fact that Carl had also emailed her and demanded that she submit. In reply, Denise told him she was out of the lifestyle forever. Since then she’d gotten nothing more so, with any luck, Carl wouldn’t bother her again. “We know it’s okay. We just need you to know it’s not a joke. It’s not overkill, and it’s not your imagination. If he tries to contact you another way, let us know. Carl is dangerous.” Jack took her hand. The contact warmed her entire body. She wanted to crawl into his lap and forget about Carl and the rest of the world. All she needed was Jack and Zach in her life. But was it real or her male fixations? The shrink wasn’t sure. Denise had to find out. Squeezing his strong hand back, Denise nodded. “I know. I need you both here. How do you know so much about the lifestyle? You probably did your homework when you suspected about me. Sorry, I was raised very sheltered. It took me forever to figure out I’m not a freak. My family never did find out, so thank you.” She let go of Jack. Zach grabbed her hands and looked her dead in the eyes. She gazed down automatically, and he didn’t say a word. Finally, she looked up at him. “We won’t reveal your secret unless it’s life and death. But be warned, Denise, if you fire us again, we won’t come back, no matter how much pressure your uncle puts on our boss. It’s a danger to you to fire your security and walk off. We can’t do our job if you don’t cooperate.” She flexed her fingers and nearly laced them with Zach’s rough digits. “I understand. I want you here. I want to be safe from Carl. My bad choices. I want to feel normal again and healthy. I was on the right path before and then this technicality let him out.” She refused to cry. “Don’t worry. Raider’s team is working on the outside with the lawyers. A restraining order is in the works. We’ve got a team on the house around the clock too. The phone is tapped. We’re not leaving you. It’ll be a rough job.” “I know. I’m so sorry. I wish I’d never met him,” she said seriously. But the glint in Jack’s eye made Denise wonder if he was kidding about the job being rough. The man was such a flirt. These two could have anyone.

“No current Master or Mistress or other sex partners we need to know about?” Zach asked. Denise looked away, her cheeks burning. “No, none. After Carl, I slowed down to learn. At first, I wanted to give it up totally.” “No one online or at any club? Even casual chats?” Jack pressed. Did they know Carl had taken her to a club? It didn’t matter, she’d never go back. “No, I’ve been avoiding that life. Without trust, it can’t work and even if it feels good, it can go too far.” “So you’re done with it?” Zach asked. No! Not with the right men. If only I had them! Denise shrugged. “Education was the first step. I’m learning to manage my need to please and obey. It’s just sexual, and that means toys for now. I’m not rushing after men. Offering sex in exchange for approval or challenge isn’t good.” “That’s a long way around to say you still want it.” Jack winked at her. “Relax, we needed to know your mindset…that’s all. We’ll do a security sweep and get settled.” Denise knew she’d overdone it. She was trying so hard to find the right balance, but she lacked the right man or men in her life. Being single wasn’t the answer. “Okay, I’ll take a bath. I feel safer with you two here. The other team was good, but with you here and the sun out, I can relax.” She got up and headed for her bedroom, fighting the urge to strip and offer herself to them. The chemistry and trust was still there, but they could have plenty of trained sex slaves and proper subs, if they even wanted it. Something deep in her sensed they liked to be in charge.

Chapter Two

Zach swept the back of the house while Jack worked the front. They met up at the sliding patio door. The sound of water running for Denise’s bath reassured them she was occupied. “Damn, we’re going to have to take this slow,” Jack said. “I couldn’t disagree more.” Zach smiled. “She needs us.” “You heard about her therapist and controlling urges.” Jack closed the blinds on the sliding door. “Denise won’t jump into a relationship now.” “Of course, she will. Look, she picked the wrong Dom before. All the therapy and education is good, but it won’t make her pick the right guy at first glance. Carl messed her up, and she needs to know there are limits and levels to this stuff. We don’t want to hurt her, scare her or make her our complete slave.” Zach poured himself some coffee. “Hell, no. When she fired us, I actually wanted her more. She’s got a lot of spirit.” Jack cut a piece of cake and nibbled. “And not a bad baker. I never would’ve expected her to cook anything. We need to show her the good side.” Zach broke off a piece of cake and tried it. “Not bad. The cooking might be therapy. Who knows? But this time it will work. She needs to see that it’s not just sex but a relationship too. All the Dom/sub play doesn’t make it any less.” “It makes it more. Only safe and sane. I don’t think she’s ready yet for us to make a move. She seems fragile and both of us might spook her.” Jack shrugged. “Who wouldn’t be freaked out after Carl? We’re not going to pass this chance up. I saw you flirting with her, and she flirted right back. You’re as whipped on her as ever.” “So are you. That’s not the issue. She doesn’t even know we’re Doms. Denise might think we lied to her not coming clean before,” Jack said.

Zach loved his brother, but every so often, Jack needed a good shove. Taking risks wasn’t Jack’s nature. Because of that, he’d survived foster care better, flying under the radar and not making any trouble. Zach had been nothing but a problem, and no foster parent could break him of his wild ways. They’d certainly tried. “Denise talked openly about her situation. I think she’s done being embarrassed with us. So we ‘fess up and deal with it.” “How? Oh Denise, by the way, we’re Doms who work as a team, and we want you to be ours. We’ll do it right, and you’ll never need therapy again.” “She doesn’t need more therapy now. She needs to see the right way to do what she naturally wants. All the talking in the world won’t convince her it can be good and safe if all she knows is the bad experience.” Zach shrugged. “You’re right. Carl put those fears and doubts in her mind. We need to build the trust and positive fun. Do you think Carl was her first?” Jack asked in a hushed voice. Zach pictured Denise sitting there in her blue jeans and white tank top, full breasts and round hips taunting him. Blonde hair had spilled over her shoulders and those innocent blue eyes had searched for something. “No, I think she’s tried to find the right man before. But Carl was her first Master…not that he qualifies for the title. Now, she’ll have us.” Jack nodded with a bit less than full confidence in his posture. “What? You’ll be the good cop, and I’ll be the bad. She’ll cling to you more at first, but she’ll trust us.” Zach never got jealous because the subs attached to Jack faster. They always turned to Zach when they wanted to advance the play. Loving Denise, Zach wanted more from her, but until they were in the midst of Dom/sub play, he’d never know if it’d truly work out. “No, she wants to be bad.” Jack grinned. “But two Masters sharing her? That might be too much.” “We won’t know until we try.” Zach grinned. “Let her fire us again then she’ll be begging us to be her Masters.” “Masters?” Denise walked up in her robe. “Sharing me? What are you two talking about?” Jack hid his cringe behind the poker face of a bodyguard. But Zach wasn’t about to let the chance slip. “We thought you were in the bath. Eavesdropping? Naughty girl.” He saw the flicker in her eyes.

“I’m letting the salts dissolve. My housekeeper got spooked about Carl and quit so I’m roughing it. What are you two playing at?” “No game. Let’s get you in the bath before it’s cold.” Zach took her hand and led her back to the bathroom. Jack followed, and the three walked into the Master bath. Putting down the toilet’s lid, Jack took a seat. The vanity chair looked too delicate and fancy to disturb so Zach sat on the edge of the huge marble bathtub. There was room for all three in the tub and a few more, but he wasn’t going to let it intimidate him. “Drop the robe,” he said. She clutched it tighter. “Explain first. I hired you two for bodyguards.” “And because we know your secret. We never judged you for it and never told anyone. You must’ve been curious if we had any experience.” Zach toyed with the sash of her robe. “We’d never treat you the way Carl did,” Jack said. “We have experience and control. There’s no need for extremes unless it’s what the sub wants. A club is not for everyone.” Zach studied her as though she were naked. “Drop the robe and get in the bath. We’ll answer all your questions.” It was an order, not a request. His eyes met hers and he waited.

Denise half turned so she didn’t face either man directly, and so they could both see her. It was her dream and fantasy in the flesh. Two? She opened her mouth to speak, but Zach’s eyes made the order clear. Her pussy tightened, need building with the arousal of their presence. Untying the sash, she let it fall. Then she opened the robe and let it slid down her body. Their eyes took in her nudity, and she forced herself not to run for the tub and the safety of the bubbles. Slowly, she walked to it and Zach helped her in. His touch was magical, strong and solid with a hint of power. “Very good,” Jack said. “You’re beautiful.” She shook her head. “I’m no skinny model.” Denise closed her eyes and let the warm water envelope her. She jumped when someone pinched her calf. Sitting up, she saw Zach had done it. “What?”

“Don’t disagree when we compliment you. Take it with grace. We’ve wanted you ever since we met you, and we only take the best. Your curves, your soft skin and your deep need are a fit for us.” Denise realized her chest was exposed and leaned back. They were serious about the sex play and being Doms? She didn’t know where to begin. “I’m sorry. I’m not used to real life like this. So you have experience?” Jack handed her a washcloth from the counter. “Yes. We trained to be Masters and earned the title. There is right way to do things and a wrong way. Carl’s way was very wrong. It’s not your fault, but blind obedience without proof of skills or the trust needed is extremely dangerous. You must always respect yourself.” “You two are into the club thing?” She washed herself, very aware of them watching her. “We did it for a time, to meet others with the interest. Bedroom play is more fun in a real relationship, but finding the right sub has eluded us until now.” Zach tickled her foot. Smiling, Denise couldn’t quite believe it. “Both of you? You’re so good-looking and built, you could have plenty of subs each.” “No, then we’d never do our jobs and we’d be broke.” Jack chuckled. “We’re better together.” Zach lifted her foot from the water and kissed the bottom of her toes. “Take the first step and trust us.” The air in the room felt thick. “I trust you. But am I enough?” They’d get bored with her. Could she possibly please both? Her cunt throbbed, eager to try, but mentally, she couldn’t handle another failure. “With the proper motivation, you’ll be freer and more fulfilled than you’ve ever dreamed. Carl stifled you, but it’s over.” “But you’re brothers. Why share? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t second guess you, but why not have your own women?” “No, it’s fine. There is nothing wrong with asking questions.” Zach nipped her ankle. “We’ve had plenty of women want to be ours, but not all can handle splitting their focus on two. You have potential.” That was her fantasy. Two Masters. “I don’t know if I could. I’ve never succeeded with even one.” “Stand up and rinse off,” Jack instructed.

She did, pulling the plug and grabbed the shower head to get all the bubbles off her. She was bare for them again. When she was finished, she stepped out onto the bathmat. Not knowing what to expect, she hoped she could try it. “No one could please Carl. He was a bad Dom who enjoyed terror. He was only interested in his pleasure and showing off what he had,” Zach said. Her eyes looked at the floor. How could she have thrown herself at a bad Master? She had been so desperate to have the experience, she was ready to throw her safety away. Idiot! “It’s not your fault.” Jack stood next to her and rubbed a towel along her back, he dried her gently. They were taking care of her. “I should be serving you,” she blurted out. “I’m sorry. This is too much.” Jack kissed her mouth, and she knew it’d never be enough. She’d want more. He pulled back too fast, and a whimper escaped her throat. “I want to please you. Both of you, but two? It’s not a trick or a joke?” “No jokes or tricks. We’d never create any trust that way.” Zach nudged her legs apart slightly and kissed the bare skin over her slit. “We’re a good team. You never have to worry I’ll be too harsh on you or that Jack will be too nice. We balance each other out. Maybe it’s a twin thing, but we believe it will work for you and we’ll give you want you want.” She watched his tongue slid up her stomach and swirl over one nipple. Jack leaned in and sucked her other nipple. Denise’s head tipped back as she held the two men to her body. The pair was gentle, sensual, and yet took what they wanted without hesitation. “Yes, I want you.” Moaning, Denise knew she was a goner. They had her, but who better to give herself to? The bodyguards would always be with her until Carl was gone. Jack moved back down, and his mouth teased her pussy, and she spread her stance further to give him full access. Two would be a challenge, but maybe, she’d be able to satisfy them. Zach deepened the kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Then she pulled back. “Just sexually, right? No controlling all of my life or needing permission to leave the house or wear what I want? I read about those.” “Just sex,” Zach said. “We don’t need power over anything else. We can try it out while we’re here and see if you want two Masters.” Her brain flooded with more questions. Some dropped away as Jack’s tongue licked her folds like the Master he was.

“Are there others?” she asked. They could have three more subs at home or at the clubs. “No, no one but you,” Zach replied. Denise clutched to Zach as Jack ate her cunt. She wanted to explore sex and obedience with them, but it seemed crazy. Was it a dream? “I’ll do anything to be with you two.” She kissed Zach hard. He eased back. “Are you sure your therapist would approve?” he asked. Denise tilted her hips, more centered with Jack’s efforts and getting closer to release. “She says I need male attention. This qualifies. Oh God!” Her knees gave, but strong arms held her as Jack kept licking her clit. The nub sparked as if he’d hit a nerve. “I think you’ll get plenty of attention,” Zach whispered in her ear. “You want to be good and a little bad.” Denise nodded. They appeared to understand her. It as if they could read her mind. She recovered from her orgasm, safe in Zach’s arms. Nothing like Carl at all. “Thank you,” she said to them. Jack kissed her thigh and stood, taking her mouth. “My turn.” Zach nipped her neck. A shiver ran down her spine. More? Again? She wanted to be fucked, to obey them and not have to worry about doing the wrong thing. Bad boyfriends had made her feel self-conscious as far back as high school. She’d grown up believing she couldn’t please anyone. Hope began to form. Zach nuzzled and sucked her breasts a little more roughly. He teased her with soft taps then slid down between her thighs. “Nice and wet.” Zach fingered her entrance. “You like us.” Her hips rocked for more. “God, yes. Please.” “Please what?” Fuck me. Take me. “I don’t know. Enjoy me. I’ve never been with two men.” She held onto Jack, and he kissed her slowly, deepening it until she thought she’d never let him go. But Zach slid two fingers into her while his tongue teased her pussy. Gasping, Denise felt like a slut as she rode his fingers like a sex toy. “I should be servicing you.” Jack pulled her hand from his shoulder and put it on the front of his jeans. His hard cock stretched the denim and pulsed under her touch. “We’re just getting started, and you will get a lot

more, if you’re good. Come for us; let us watch you. Be brave.” His head dipped and he sucked in more of her breast than any other man ever could. It distracted her just enough to let her body take over. Zach worked her most tender places, but the intimacy they brought with the physical acts made her dizzy and ready for another release. She rocked on three fingers now and bucked on Zach’s face. Zach reached up and pinched her free nipple, and her body went white hot. She screamed as the pleasure pounded through her. Safe in their arms, she let the sub in her out. Her hips rotated on his fingers, and her cunt squeezed those thick digits boldly. Her back arched for more pressure on her breasts. The quake calmed, and she caught her breath. Zach stood and gave her a stern look. “Not bad.” He licked two of his fingers clean and offered her the third. Denise wanted their cum, not her own. But one step at a time. Eager to please, she sucked the finger slowly, letting her tongue get in on the action. “Thank you,” she said. “What don’t you like?” Jack asked. “I loved it all,” she insisted honestly. “Please let me get you off.” Jack smiled. “Later. Carl never talked about limits, did he?” She shook her head and mentally reprimanded herself. “I’ve read about that. Sorry, I shouldn’t be so eager and thoughtless.” “No,” Zach cut her off. “We are in charge. The responsibility is ours. But we need to know what doesn’t work for you.” She grinned. “Okay. I’m not into real pain or any of that. Nothing on that hardcore end. I couldn’t even look at those pictures. I want to obey, I want the sex, and to be bad sometimes. And I’m not good at being tied up. Definitely not belts.” She pressed her lips together and forced away the bad times with Carl. “Not a problem. Pain is not the goal. Sexual release and new levels of sensation in the release is the fun. But sometimes a little spanking or restraint help.” Jack pinched her nipples. She smiled and nodded. “That’s not pain. I wanted Carl to spank me, but he wanted to use belts and things. I couldn’t take that.” Zach tucked her hair behind her ears and kissed her cheek softly. “No belts. No whips or chains. A lot of the L.A. club stuff is showing off and play. You’re not the kind for that, anyway. Neither are we. But you’ll be spanked and punished if you’re bad.”

Her eyes welled with tears. She wanted to be good and bad. To be spanked and love it, to feel the ache and their attention. To be in the zone and give them so much pleasure they’d keep her. Carl had abused her, but her life wasn’t over. These two might be her future—if Carl didn’t come back and screw it all up. She tensed at the thought. “What’s wrong?” Jack asked. “Nothing. Just cold.” She reached for a towel. Zach’s hand landed on her ass. “Liar.” The sting made her grin, and her cunt trembled. “Sorry. I was thinking about Carl. He could screw this all up. He wants to hurt me.” “Not with us around. You need to put it out of your mind. Worrying does no good. We’re here to protect you, and there are new levels to enjoy.” Jack kissed her temple. “Now, you need to strip us naked and get to work. In the bedroom.” She walked into the connected bedroom, and it finally felt perfectly right for the first time in her life. There were no doubts. It would be safe and wonderful. Pulling those T-shirts off their hard bodies was something she’d dreamed about often. Denise took it slow to savor the moment. Zach’s muscled form was practically smooth and very sculpted. Tugging off Jack’s shirt, she found a bit more dark hair trailing down his six pack abs and sliding below the belt. Denise knelt and went to work freeing Jack from his shoes, socks then those jeans. The bulge in his boxers made her eager, but no one had told her to hurry up yet. The boxers went, and Jack’s long cock saluted her. She wanted to suck it now, but her orders were to undress, not play. Turning to Zach, she striped him and found a hard, thick erection ready for her as well. “I want both in me now.” She kissed Zach’s balls then gave Jack the same attention. Zach leaned down and squeezed her ass. Moaning, Denise arched her back and offered him anything. She sucked his cock and tugged Jack closer so she could alternate. Before she’d imagined the two men would overwhelm her. Carl had wanted her to play with his friends, but that idea had made her feel like a hooker. This…this was different. “You’re sure you handle two?” Jack asked. “Yes, please fuck me. I need you both. I’ve thought about it so much.” She left off the fact that it’d only been with them, even in her dreams.

Zach chuckled. “Your pussy is ready, but you can’t take two there. You know what you’re asking for?” “I’m sorry, do you not like that? I’ve never dated a man who didn’t want to try anal. If there was one girl in my sorority who didn’t do it, I’d be shocked.” She was twenty-six and certainly no virgin even if she wasn’t an expert sub. “But both in you?” Jack asked. She sucked his cock then pulled back from them. “I’ve never done it with men, but I’ve been practicing.” Opening the bottom drawer of her nightstand, she pulled out a large, locked box. She grabbed the key from under the lamp and opened the box. “Hiding things from Carl was a habit?” Zach asked. “No, not him. My mother is very nosey when she comes to stay.” Denise took out condoms, a bottle of lube, a tray of vibrators in various sizes, and finally a set of butt plugs. “So who were you thinking of during all this practice?” Jack smiled. “You two. I know I was wrong to fire you, but I panicked that everyone would know and think I deserved whatever I got from Carl because I was into that sort of stuff. I should’ve trusted you, but there aren’t many men I’ve been able to trust not to judge me.” She braced for a lecture, wanting to be worthy of them. To feel them both deep inside her, pressed to her. They could order her around and keep her safe forever. Love, sex, and power play…it all blurred when she thought of the Temple brothers. To her surprise, Jack patted the bed. “Get up here.” Anticipation coursed through her. She slid up on the bed, trying to look seductive. But Zach handed her a medium size plug and the lube. “Let’s see,” he said. Denise almost complained, but they were here, naked and hard in her room. If they wanted a little show of proof that she could take it, she’d do it. The neglected sub nature deep in her rumbled to obey in any way. After lubing the toy, she knelt on the bed, hiked up her ass and used both hands to guide it in. At the usual spot, she felt the resistance and pressed on. Their cocks were bigger. Her eyes fixed on those long shafts she wanted to possess and her body opened. The butt plug in place, she stretched a little to get the full sensation. “Very good. One down.” Jack handed her a dildo and gave her a quick kiss.

The casual affection made her want to slow down, make out with them and indulge in everything in case it didn’t last. But her body demanded relief. Rolling onto her back, she spread her legs and rubbed the toy up and down her clit and folds to make it slick. Then she slowly eased it into her cunt, tilting her hips and arching her back as she advanced it. The pressure of the toys and the fullness were so good, but she kept herself from climax. That was for the real thing. Once her pussy was full, she squeezed the devices tightly inside her and smiled up at her bodyguard-Masters. “See? It’s so good.” She pressed a hand to her lower stomach and felt the pulsing deep in her. “Very good.” Zach reclined on the bed next to her. “Sure you can handle the real things? We don’t lie there like toys and only move when you do.” He twisted the plug. Gasping, Denise lifted. “Please, that’s what I want. I’m tired of control, I want to be under yours.” Jack climbed in the bed and pressed his cock to her mouth as he tugged on the dildo. “We’ll see.” Sucking Jack’s cock, she relaxed and let them play. She’d had a death grip on her toys, but now, she had to let go. Jack fucked her with the dildo as she licked his erection. Then Zach began to work with the plug. He was more subtle, easing it in and out barely an inch but enough to make her muscles take notice. The brothers alternated, working her in perfect time. Denise moaned and held onto Jack. Finally, he teased and tugged the toy to one side like a drunk frat boy. She rocked for more, grateful for the attention. “Please,” she said against Jack’s sac. “I think she passed.” Jack pulled away. Zach let go of the toy. “She did.” “Thank you.” She waited for them to remove the toys and fuck her. “Maybe we should let her keep them in, and she can suck us all night,” Jack said to Zach. “No, please!” Denise bit her lip. “I’m sorry. I do want to—” She couldn’t continue. The sub in her knew she should never have opened her mouth. “I’m really sorry. It’s been so long.

No men since Carl. Not even a one night stand. I’ve waited for the right man or men this time. Obviously, I’m not good at being a quiet sub.” They smiled. Zach slowly eased the plug from her. “If we want quiet, we’ll tell you. Your honest confession is a good sign. That long alone is dangerous for a sub with such lust, toys and imagination.” Denise closed her eyes and nodded. She was forgiven. They weren’t angry. The feel of lube then Zach’s latex-covered cock pressing to fill her rear was too much. Her body relaxed, but she buried her face in her hands at the intense joy. Real, throbbing cock filled her, and it was so good. He wasn’t mean like Carl, wanting to create pain in any little way. A few slow breaths and he filled her ass completely. She squeezed him gently to get the feel and shape unique to Zach. “Okay?” he asked in her ear. “Yes, thank you.” She reached up and let one hand tangle in his hair. “I can do it. Both of you. Then you can use me any way you want, all night. I need this.” He kissed the back of her head, and his arms wrapped around her waist. “It’ll be fine. Trust us and enjoy it.” Zach rolled them. Denise gasped at the feel and let him guide her as they rolled. Once she stopped moving, she sat up enough to keep him deep inside her. The urge to pull out the dildo taunted her as she leaned on her palms. Jack stood there, hard and ready. “Please,” she mouthed to him. He smiled and grabbed a condom. Her insides quaked with hope as he put on the protection. But Jack didn’t take the toy out too fast. Instead, he leaned down and kissed her clit. Denise’s hips lifted, happy to serve and get the job done. “You’re ready,” Jack said. How could she not be ready for them? The thought of them made her wet. “Please,” she said. Jack pulled the dildo from her in one smooth motion. She groaned and tightened on Zach’s cock. Then Jack knelt in close and pressed to her. The brothers had done this before. They were so coordinated and sure of themselves. They’d shared one sub. Denise felt a high like she never had. This was better than shopping or flirting.

Jack’s thick cock spread her pussy, and he leaned in to kiss her. She felt as if she were floating. They had her, so much manly muscle, two Doms who could punish her and love her. Denise rocked on their members in a state of pure pleasure and amazement. They fucked her slowly at first, finding a pattern her body responded to best. All Denise could do was hold on for the ride. She trembled and clung to them as they increased their thrusts. Zach’s fingers teased her clit as Jack sucked her breasts. It was perfect, not too much at all. They triggered her release expertly, and the heat spread in throbbing waves of ecstasy. Muffled screams and groans left her throat as she clung to the sensation. The men held her then she heard their shouts and grunts which was almost as good as her release. Minutes later, only sounds of heavy breathing filled the room. Was it good or had she not lived up to their expectations? Jack kissed her, and the tension disappeared. Slowly, Jack freed himself from the tangle then he lifted her off Zach. They made it seem so easy. She sat on the edge of the bed, still shaky from the passion. Stretching back, she kissed Zach. “Not bad. Now, clean off the toys and lock them up. You won’t need that stuff while we’re here.” Zach kissed her forehead. “Leave out the lube and condoms,” Jack added. She rushed to follow orders. Once the toys were clean and she’d returned all the stuff to the nightstand, Denise noticed they’d dumped the used protection and were stretched out on the bed as if they lived there. It looked so right, she wanted to believe this was forever. “So now what? I never did suck you guys off.” She wanted to spend all sorts of time with these men. And she needed to know how they played. Carl had made her very cautious. She’d hopped into bed one time, and he’d made her sleep on the floor without pillows or anything as punishment for her boldness. Zach patted the spot between him and Jack. “Suck away, if you’d like. Call it open exploration night. I have the urge to finger you and see how fast you come.” Her face burned hot as she climbed into bed. Hopefully, they’d be pleased enough with her to make it more than one night. ****

Around three in the morning, she woke with a bad feeling. It wasn’t the men. She snuggled contently between them. It was her email. She hadn’t checked it all day, and her cousin Andrea was checking in regularly. Easing out of bed, she grabbed her netbook from a drawer and went into the bathroom. She connected and expected to find an annoyed message from her cousin. Instead, it was Carl’s that had all of Denise’s attention. The subject was simply: Lying Bitch! She shouldn’t click on it. Her brain demanded she get up and show the guys. But that’d been her move all her life. Run to her uncle. Now, it would be these two men? She had to grow up sometime. She didn’t want to be so needy and feel helpless. Clicking on the email, she could always show the guys if Carl was really in their area. Don’t lie to me. You are a submissive because you can’t be anything more. You pledged yourself to me, and you don’t have the power to free yourself. You’re mine and you need to turn yourself in for punishment. Tell me where you are and beg me to come and punish you and it’ll be less severe. If I have to capture you, you’ll be caged and gagged. I’ve had plenty of time to think up my revenge, and letting my prison friends rape you for my entertainment will be a nice start. Give yourself up to me, and I’ll keep it under a dozen criminals violating you. She slammed the netbook closed and fought urge to throw up. He was sick. So sick. Her research told her some slaves would love a rape fantasy and a cage. But Carl was so wrong in the lack of rights and capturing a slave. There was one good thing in there. He didn’t know where she was. Denise knew her uncle had done something with the title of home, changing the name as if she didn’t live there anymore. And since Carl had gotten out of jail, she hadn’t left the place once. If she just stayed put and didn’t answer Carl anymore maybe he’d get tired of her. She needed to stand up and deal with this herself. But first she had to figure out how to convince Carl to go away. Carl knew her, he’d proven that when he called her on still being submissive. Denise had to think about what Carl would believe. Luckily she had a few more hours to ponder it because it she’d never sleep now.

Chapter Three

The next morning was busy, but Zach kept an extra eye on Denise. Raider’s updates had no news except the restraining order was going forward. Groceries were delivered to keep them supplied for another week. Denise busied herself putting things away. “What do you want for lunch?” she asked. He checked out the multitude of options. “Let’s go simple. Hot dogs and mac and cheese. Jack and I loved that when we were little.” He picked up the familiar blue box. Leaning close to him, she looked at the directions. “I’ve never had it before.” “What?” Zach couldn’t buy that. “I’ve had a hotdog before. But this box wasn’t on my list. The cooks always made macaroni and cheese from scratch.” She began assembling the ingredients. “You’ll like this better. Unhealthy comfort food. Need any help?” he offered. “No, I’m good. I hope Jack hasn’t found any problems out there.” She gave him a weak smile and turned her attention to filling a measuring cup to the right line with water. Zach left her alone in the kitchen and found his brother conferring with the team out front. “Something wrong?” Jack asked. “No, I don’t think so.” Zach shook his head. “But we need to be sure. She’s a little nervous. Maybe she’s having second thoughts?” Jack paused with his hand on the doorknob. “It’s not normal circumstances to start a relationship, but I don’t doubt her enthusiasm or openness. Maybe the reality is just sinking in? Carl is out there, and he’s not going away quickly and quietly. He’s hiding out, and now that she’s seen what good Masters are, she’s probably realizing how bad he was. Give her a little time.”

“No, no more time. She’ll just worry more. We need to keep her busy and make sure it’s real. Keep her engaged with us and not thinking about Carl. If the fear gets to her, he’s still in control long distance. After lunch, we test our new girlfriend.” Zach nodded. “I think she’ll pass any test we give her.” Jack opened the door. “Something smells good.” “Your favorite.” Zach led the way to the kitchen. They sat and ate. Zach watched her sample the cheesy noodles and smile. “Good?” “Very. Not as creamy as cook’s, but I can see why kids would like it. You can make a ton of it, and it goes with everything. At least, I didn’t over cook it. I’m not great with pasta.” Jack chuckled as he bit into his hotdog. “It’s not really elegant pasta. It’s a childhood favorite.” “You guys seem to like it.” She smiled and put ketchup on her hotdog. “Feed us like this, and we’ll never leave,” Zach said. She licked ketchup off her fingers playfully. “What do you want for dinner? I have some fresh filets, or I can defrost some chicken?” Jack sighed. “We keep eating like this, and we’ll go soft.” “Okay, fine, tomorrow for lunch we’ll do salad. I just figured big men like you need to keep up your strength.” She bit into her hotdog. Zach’s thoughts went to a very dirty place. “We can think of plenty of ways to work off the calories. After lunch, we’ll get to work. But I think some red meat for dinner sounds great.” “I don’t mind cooking if you get tired. I’m used to it. Zach burns everything.” Jack winked at Denise. She shook her head. “I like cooking. I never thought I would, but maybe, it’s because I didn’t have the normal family growing up. My mom never made this lunch. She didn’t really cook either. So far, I haven’t burned anything. I just follow the directions, or for tonight I’ll look up a recipe online. We have some little potatoes.” “You should be a chef.” Zach saw the light in her eyes. She loved that they were eating her food and enjoying it. “I don’t know about that. I’m not doing anything fancy, but it feels normal.” Denise finished her hotdog and wiped her mouth with a napkin. “Anyone want anything more?” “I’m stuffed.” Jack pushed back from the table.

“Me, too. Thanks!” Zach pitched his paper plate and helped put the ketchup away. Denise took the filets out of the freezer and set them in the fridge. Then she went to the sink and ran water to wash out the pot. “Take off your clothes,” Zach said. Jack looked back at his brother then stared at Denise. “What?” she asked with a giggle. “I’m washing dishes and then rinsing the potatoes and cutting them up for dinner. That’s hardly sexual.” “That’s for us to decide,” Jack corrected. “Okay.” She turned red as she slid her cargo pants down. Her panties went with them. Zach loved the curve of her ass, and she arched her back naturally as she stepped out of her bottoms. Then she tugged the T-shirt over her head. Finally, she freed the peach bra from her body and stood naked in front of a sink full of bubbles. They sat at the table and watched her wash the pot. Bubbles clung to her breasts, and she seemed not to notice. Zach wanted to make the point that sex could and would happen anywhere. She might not be a slave in the 24/7 sense, but she could arouse them at any time and in many ways. Once the pot was clean, she rinsed off the fancy little potatoes. When she set a sharp knife and a cutting board out on the kitchen table to chop the spuds, Zach took the knife and set it out of reach. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “You made it very clear that you’re not a full time sub, right?” Jack asked. “Right.” Zach smiled. “So all of the submissive things we make you do is for our sexual pleasure. And we’re ready to move this on. You can chop later.” He pulled her into his lap.

In his arms, Denise relaxed finally. She’d tried so hard to keep busy all morning. To keep that email out of her mind. Apparently, her men had noticed she needed something more. “Do you like watching me?” Zach smiled. “Your curves are entertaining. You love being watched. Why don’t you go kneel in the middle of the living room?” She looked over to the large living room. The shades were drawn to keep things private from Carl or any of Carl’s friends. But she knew there were Raider’s men on the street making

sure the house was safe. Instead of questioning, she went and knelt there, arching her back. She knew it pushed her chest and ass out for admiration. Jack and Zach walked over and stood above her. They were clothed and showed no intention of changing that fact. They sat on the couch, and she turned to face them. They’d never specified which way she should face and she wanted to see them. “Confession time, Denise,” Jack said. Did they know? Had they found her netbook? “Confession?” she asked. Zach motioned for her to come closer, and she crawled until she fit perfectly with one of Zach’s knees on her right and Jack’s on her left. “You are a submissive, but it’s easy to throw yourself in and believe you’ve found the right master quickly.” Zach’s expression was serious. She nodded. “Carl was a mistake. I should’ve educated myself first. If there’s a book or website you think I should read to further my knowledge or to help me please you two…I’ll get right to work.” “Not Carl,” Jack said, “Us. Do you really want two Masters? Are we just convenient to make you feel safe from Carl? It’s okay to practice and play, but part of the lifestyle is mentally separating what you need to experience from your feelings. You can love to be dominated and as long as it’s done right, it doesn’t matter who is doing it. You trust us. But when Carl is caught and you’re safe, will you rethink belonging to two bodyguards?” Her eyes stung, but she forced back tears. They doubted her? But her history was so poor how could she blame them? “No, I won’t rethink it. I won’t doubt. I spent a lot of time going over my childhood and my choice of men in therapy, and I realized I was so afraid of rejection that I was making bad choices. You never rejected me; I fired you and you still came back.” “You think you call the shots?” Zach asked. “No, not in bed. There I want to obey. I do think you came back because you wanted me, not just because my uncle paid Raider’s an obscene amount of money. No one has ever come back for me before.” She wanted to touch them, at least run her hands over their jean-clad knees, but she didn’t want to push her luck. This was a real conversation, and the fact that she was naked made it feel better somehow. Jack shook his head. “Carl is trying.”

“Carl doesn’t want me. He wants a dog. He wants the power and control to be his always. I hope he gives up.” She had to do something to make sure he did. Denise knew ignoring the email from Carl wouldn’t change his behavior. Instead, she had to figure out a way to send him the right message. He wasn’t her master anymore. He’d never respect her but maybe… “Where are you?” Zach asked. Denise looked him in the eye. “Just hoping Carl leaves me alone or goes back to jail.” “Don’t worry. He won’t touch you again.” Jack ran his fingers through her hair. “And you won’t leave me?” she asked. Zach stared her down until she looked him straight in the eye. “We told you. If you fire us again, we won’t come back. But unless you tell us to go, we’re not going anywhere. Job or no job.” Her face ached, and Denise realized how hard she was smiling. A grinning idiot but she felt no shame. Leaning in, she kissed Jack’s knee then Zach’s. A bold move but they’d never told her to stay still or not to touch them. “We understand each other?” Jack asked. She nodded. “Thank you.” Now she wondered why she was naked. “Get up here, sit on my lap.” Zach patted his thigh. Denise jumped up and couldn’t get there fast enough. He turned her so she faced forward and spread her legs wide. Those huge hands ran along the inside of her thighs and pulled her pussy lips open. The heat in her grew, and Denise leaned back with her head on Zach’s shoulder. Two fingers worked her entrance, and two more rotated her clit. She trembled as her juices flowed. Then suddenly a mouth was on her left breast and a hand captured her right. Opening her eyes, she saw Jack leaning over her. When she reached for his fly, he pulled her hands away and nipped harder at her flesh. She moaned. “I want to please you.” “Come hard for us now, and we’ll see if you can have what you want.” Zach stuffed a third finger in her cunt, and her hips rocked on them. She didn’t understand the game. She wanted them and loved them. Did they doubt it? How could she fake such passion?

Blanking out the worries, she gave them what she wanted. Fucking those digits, she kissed Jack’s head until he moved up and kissed her mouth. Wrapping her arms around Jack’s neck, she rocked back and forth. Zach grew hard under her ass, and it spurred her on. The fingers weren’t quite long enough to get the job done the way she wanted, but the fingers on her clit were perfect. The heat built under her nub, and the climax made her lurch in Zach’s lap. Jack and his brother held her tight. “Don’t hold back,” Jack whispered in her ear. His mouth went back to her breasts as Denise shook and shouted in release. Squeezing Zach’s fingers, she felt her juices flow down her thighs. Gasping, she leaned back and kissed Zach. “Hard enough, Master?” she asked. He gripped her hair and kissed her. “Barely but you passed. Now, turn around and suck me off.” Denise turned and knelt on the carpet. The damp spots on Zach’s jeans showed just how hard she’d orgasmed. If they wanted her to come harder, they’d have to fuck her and not just play. Freeing his cock, she sucked his erection. Jack pressed behind her, and his shaft was free and hard already. She rocked her hips to stimulate him as well. Rubbing his cock against her pussy, Jack pressed for entry. Denise froze for a second. No protection? Nothing. She wanted it, but it didn’t seem like something they’d do without a plan. Was this a test or an oversight? “Jack?” she said softly. “Trust me,” he said. She did and licked Zach’s sac. Trailing her tongue up his shaft, she sucked the tip until Zach was lifting off the sofa. Denise’s hips snapped back to Jack. Nothing between them, and she was too far gone to stop now. Jack filled her and fucked her harder and harder. She screamed in release and rubbed Zach’s cock over her lips. Just then Zach came, and she lapped up her reward. Jack thrust one more time and pulled free. Moaning, Denise wanted him to stay in her forever. But the hot cum on her ass made her appreciate his control and talent. She felt him drag his cock over her ass, then he moved to her right side, his cum-covered cock held out for her attention. She licked him clean and kissed the tip. “You passed,” Jack said.

“I’m not on any birth control,” she confessed. Zach pinched her nipple playfully. “We won’t be doing that again until you are and we’re all tested just to be sure. You should be flattered. Jack’s such a safety guy.” “I’m very flattered. What now?” she asked. “Dinner. Those potatoes won’t cut themselves.” Jack swatted her ass. From blissful sex to reality, she changed gears and stood slowly. She wanted more sex, but her Masters had to eat to have the energy to discipline her. **** While dinner cooked and her Masters were on a conference call with Raider’s headquarters, she went into the bedroom and got out her netbook. Things were going too well with her new Masters; she had to close the door on her old one. The guys had given her an idea. There were no new emails from Carl, which was a good sign. She didn’t even reread the vile cruelty he’d written. Instead, she hit reply. My new Master has full access to my email, and this will be the last time I ever reply to you. I have moved on, and my Master has taken me far away for safety and new experiences with his other slaves. Forget me and move on. It’s in my true Master’s hands now. I am free. She didn’t sign the email but hit send and closed the netbook. Her new Masters might not know what they’d done for her, but for the first time, she felt safe and confident enough to stand up to Carl in a different way. This wasn’t about fear of what he’d do, but her full faith that he was wrong and the Temple brothers were right for her. Putting Carl out of her mind, she put the computer away and went back to her dinner. She let herself daydream about what her men had in store for her tonight. Nothing else mattered but pleasing them.

Chapter Four

Jack set the breakfast dishes in the sink as Denise put away the carton of juice. Zach was making a round on the exterior to check. As much as Jack enjoyed the sex and the assignment, he had to admit things were going too well. Denise acted as if there were no problem at all. They’d broken her into the relationship, but there was a bad guy out there with a taste for Denise. “So it seems like that you’ve totally let go of what Carl did to you? Denise, you don’t have to pretend. Stuff sticks with you.” Jack leaned on the counter. Denise froze and gave a slow shrug. “I’m dealing with it. You’re here, so I’m safe.” The lilt in her voice made Jack smile. “I’m glad. And I know you’re in therapy so you’re working on it, but you don’t need to be in denial with Zach and I. We’re not going to punish you for your past. Everyone has a history.” She nodded and turned to him. “I know. You two are so sweet. Carl was not. I thought I was so lucky to find a man who was into what I was. I couldn’t go to a club to find it. Not with the crowd I was hanging out with. The tabloids would find out. I was dumb for not doing it safely and smart.” “I thought he took you to a club?” Jack wasn’t going to let her keep secrets. If there was a chance for this to last, they needed to share. “We got briefed.” Pressing her lips together, she moved closer to him. “He did. I was stupid to trust him. He wanted to show me off and make me do things with other men. That’s when I said no. I still can’t believe he got me that far off course.” “It’s not a den of evil.” Jack chuckled. “If you’re into it, with the right person, it can be very gratifying and add an element of thrill. But you know you didn’t like it. That’s important, knowing what works for you rather than living for what others do.”

Denise shook her head. “The worst stuff wasn’t the club. It was the things he’d say. No one would want me. My dad never did. I was lucky to have Carl.” “You don’t believe it.” Jack held her. She inhaled deeply and let it go. “I did at the time. He added pain to make it feel real. I don’t know what I was thinking.” “You were exploring your sexual nature. That’s not wrong.” He felt her relax against him. Jack leaned back and kissed her forehead. “You just picked the wrong man.” “Maybe, I don’t belong in it? The submissive thing is so weird when I try to put logic to it. I can’t tell my friends or family. It’s not me the rest of the time,” she said. “No one else needs to know about your sex life. You get off on this, and that is all you need to accept. You’re just very lightly into it…you don’t need to aspire to extreme bondage. That’s a rookie mistake. You don’t need to aspire to any level. Dealing with your nature is enough of a challenge. Which is good because we don’t play extreme kink games, either. Zach gets rough sometimes, but we have it under control. He takes a while to trust.” “Why?” she asked softly. “You two are so confident and so good together.” Jack let the soft scents of her shampoo and body lotion fill him up. She’d shared so much with them, willingly or not. Sharing a bit about their childhood was only fair. “We were in foster care from age seven. Our dad split, mom tried to take care of us, but she was always off with another guy. Grandma did the work. Once Granny was gone, the system took us.” “At least, you had each other.” She squeezed him with a tight hug. “Not all the time. Different houses for a few years and one was really bad for Zach.” Jack didn’t want to go into details. “He ran away and tracked me down. We drifted for a while. It’s not easy when bad things happen.” “You guys were kids. That’s awful.” Denise took a step back. “I’m grown, and I let it happen.” Jack grabbed her before she bolted. “Abuse happens all the time. All ages. Know that we understand, not that we had it worse or better. We won’t ever order or push you beyond your limits. When you want to be punished, you know how to act up. We’ve seen it.” She smiled. “That’s the problem. You’ve seen me scared of Carl, mad at the world and mean when I fired you. Getting to the real me isn’t easy with all the drama.”

Zach stepped in from the living room. “We have a thing for challenges. And we see the real you. During sex and submission, you can’t hide who you are.” Her eyes sparkled. “I’m a rich girl who never had to work a day in her life. Maybe I do need some discipline. Maybe that’s why you two like to be in charge?” “What? What’s why?” Jack asked. “Our childhoods messed us up. I thought my shrink was full of crap, but if you two were in foster care, it makes sense. You want control over things, people, because you had no control or say in your lives as kids.” Jack felt his brother’s stare, but sharing was part of any relationship. “Denise, none of us are messed up. This is not something we take lightly or play with. There’s a huge amount of satisfaction in controlling and leading a sub to the pleasure they want. You’re not so unique, and you can’t do it alone. It’ll never satisfy you to read about it or imagine it. Most people like to give up control and responsibility for a bit and just feel. Just to please a Dom. The only thing you have to do is obey and you please us.” “That’s not something we can do. We need to have the control to enjoy,” Zach admitted. Smiling, Denise moved over to Zach and kissed his chin. “I’ll bet you were a very naughty little boy. Did you like getting spanked, or is that when you wanted to start giving out the punishments?” she taunted. Zach’s eyebrow arched, and Jack knew Denise had stepped on a landmine. Her honest and strong style had reappeared in matter of moments. This was the woman they’d met, who’d fired them, and he’d missed her every second since. “Denise, don’t start what you can’t finish,” Jack advised. She pouted. “But you promised you’d never really hurt me. You’d never go too far. I’m not into pain. I’m not into clubs. So what can you do to keep me in line? Better be careful, I can still fire you. Bet Mr. Raider wouldn’t like that.” “We told you what would happen if you pull that again. You’ll never see us—ever.” Zach stepped back and put distance between them. Jack instantly knew what Zach planned to do. There was a very good way to correct Denise’s bad behavior. Getting control over her tongue would be a challenge Jack would enjoy. Denise showed no reaction to the threat. Jack knew she’d been rich and indulged all her life. Friends with Paris Hilton and other heiresses with fans made her ego huge. She knew how to

hide her feelings. But her true nature was to bare her soul for the right men. They had found her, but she would be even more work. “Firing you two would be stupid. I need to be protected. So we’ll just have to find a way to play nice together. It must be like a vacation for you two—I mean, if you grew up with nothing, and now, you get to camp out in my place in Beverly Hills. Have you always lived in L.A.? Maybe we should go on a European tour. Carl would never find us there.” The smug grin on her face was mimicked by her sexy self-assured posture. The denim shorts and skimpy tank top she had on screamed sex. Jack knew a challenge when he got one. Denise might as well be begging to be punished, but she wouldn’t grovel that way…not to start off with. He’d told her she’d earn her punishments, and she was doing a good job. “We don’t need to leave L.A.” Zach walked around her like a predatory cat. Jack nodded. “Plenty of women beg for us to discipline them. We’ll never run out of eager subs. So just remember, we can fire you as well. Now, take off those clothes, and close your mouth.” Her eyes widened, and she looked around as if her mother was in the room to hear. Jack kept his grin on the inside. If she wanted to be difficult, he’d oblige her and, with his brother, show her exactly how well they could deal with her pushy tendencies.

A tingle ran along all her skin as Jack stared her down. She wanted to look down, be a good sub and obey the order. But part of her resisted. Her mother had always advised her not to let any man take over her life because in the end, they ran off and did what they wanted and never kept their word. Mom had been hurt, Denise wished she could give her mother a man who was good and kind and wouldn’t leave. Part of Denise began to believe she’d found good men. Still, giving up her power made no sense. She’d played along for fun so far, but nothing had been deep enough to really strike the chord of discipline. They’d been easy on her, she knew that. She wanted more, but she didn’t deserve them. Maybe they’d all get a kick out of this? “Take off your clothes,” Jack repeated. All she wanted to do was love them, but even with that, she couldn’t bring her hands to simply take off her clothing. Jack and Zach were good men and worked for everything they had. She hated that anyone could’ve hurt them.

“Is this diva or have you gone deaf?” Zach asked. She swallowed and fidgeted with the hem of her tank top. “Here? Now?” She looked to make sure the shades were all drawn. “I’m not some twenty-four-seven slave who needs to be ordered to brush their teeth.” Their expressions didn’t change, and Denise knew she’d pushed too far. They weren’t going to back down or let her out of the game. Jack cleared his throat. “This is going very sexual, and sex can happen anytime and anywhere. So you better think about all the things we can and will do to you before you commit to us. Take it all off now and keep that tongue of yours still, or it’ll be more frustrating for you.” Her brain geared up to obey, but her muscles locked. Frustrating? They were going to frustrate her? She expected a spanking or something that she craved. That’s what she wanted. Looking in Jack’s eyes, she realized this was not about what she wanted. It was entirely about what she needed and what they would enjoy. “I can’t,” she said. Zach opened the drawer near the fridge and took out a long pair of scissors. “Don’t move,” he said. He grabbed the hem of her jean shorts and cut. The metal pressed to her skin, and Denise held back a moan. The sound of her clothes being cut off sent pulses of arousal to her pussy and breasts. She bit her lip, and shame filled her. She was a submissive slut. The sight of her ridiculously expensive lace panties and shorts sliced up on the floor made her wet. They could keep her naked forever, and she’d be thrilled. Jack took the scissors from Zach and closed them. Rubbing them over her breasts, Jack drew her nipples to hard nubs and showed off the fact that she hadn’t worn a bra. Denise was asking for it; she’d simply had no idea what “it” was when she’d gotten dressed this morning. They knew the game, and now, they’d give it to her. He cut the tank straight down between her breasts and over her stomach down to the hem. Then he moved to the back and did the same to that side until the shirt fell off her without assistance. Jack crossed to stand next to his brother, both directly in front of her. The silence made her want to talk. Denise listened to it and looked at the men. Suddenly, she wanted to cry and beg for their touch, their attention and their harsh corrections. Just to hear their voices!

She didn’t deserve them. It rang in her ears. She’d always known it, but now, Jack had told her the proof of it. While Denise had been pampered and indulged for being fatherless, they’d had to runaway to be safe. And here she was, daring to disobey and act superior. “Step out of the slippers,” Zach said. His voice sounded so good she wanted to throw herself at them, kiss them and hold them. The deepest part of her wanted to fall at their feet and offer them her body, but it was selfish. She needed relief, as well, waiting was a true punishment. Instead, she dug deep and forced her feet to slide back and kick off one then the other aqua blue fuzzy slippers. Head-to-toe, she was bare for them. “Better.” Jack put the scissors away. “Now kneel.” Her eyes shot to the cold, hard ceramic tile that looked so exotic in her kitchen. It was expensive, all of her tastes were, but it would be hell on her knees. “Come on, princess. You’ll never get to the sex if you don’t submit. Or do you want to be forced?” Zach walked around her and tugged her arms behind her back. He held her wrists to the dip above her ass. “Keep your hands there.” She did but kneeling like this would be even harder. “I think she’s worried about bruising that pretty body of hers. Like anyone else is going to see it?” Jack nodded to the slippers. “You may kneel on those, if you’re so pampered you can’t handle the floor. We don’t mind you with a little imperfection now and then.” Jack understood her too well. Her eyes filled with tears, and she fought them. Carefully, she went down on one knee, hitting a slipper not exactly square but with enough padding to keep her from wincing. She had to stretch to get her other knee on the right slipper, but she made it. The suggestion from Jack had the added plus of spreading her legs. Denise trembled as the air teased her wet folds. Her hands were still snug where Zach wanted them. They had to be pleased. “Not bad. Maybe now you’re more willing to obey?” Zach asked. She nodded. “Lean forward, chest to the floor,” Jack ordered. Denise closed her eyes and felt the blood rush to her face. But this time, she didn’t hesitate long. Carefully balancing, she eased forward without moving her hands. Her breasts pillowed to the cold tile, and she shivered. The friction of the texture made her body ache. She

was exposed, available for them, and they’d yet to take off a stitch of their own clothing. She loved this! “Good.” Jack walked around her. “Now, confess something to us you’ve never told anyone else. It can be sexual or personal. You have to trust us fully.” “I want you both inside of me,” she said quickly. The men chuckled. Zach stepped in close. “No, something we don’t already know.” They towered over her so masculine and sexy. She wanted to get physical, not confessional. “I want nipple clamps.” “Don’t play.” Jack stepped back. “I’m not!” She didn’t look up or change position but hoped her voice could convince them. “I saw them online. The idea turned me on so much. But the idea of buying them for myself was too silly. Too embarrassing to face that I could buy anything when I couldn’t find someone to safely and truly use those on me. They won’t feel good alone. It’s not extreme or impressive, but no one else knows it.” She stopped herself from babbling on further and waited. More quiet. Keeping her eyes on the floor, Denise decided to let go of the anticipation. If they wanted her to stay here for an hour, she would. If they left her unsatisfied sexually and went about their work, she’d live. But right now she wouldn’t beg further. Denise had done her best, and she couldn’t do any more without instruction. Maybe someday she’d be worthy of them. Finally, she heard the rasp of a zipper, then another. She didn’t move even when she felt a warm body behind her. The rustle of condom wrappers and the cool press of lube to her ass sent hope coursing through her. When Zach slowly filled her ass, she took a deep breath and let the sweet stretch be her reward. So good and so slow. She held still and let him take her until her body relaxed enough for him to thrust. Then her world shifted as his massive muscular arms slid under her thighs and lifted her clear off the floor, his hands supporting her midsection. Jack slid under her, completely clothed except for his open fly. The exposed erection made her moan to suck it. But they could do anything they wanted, and she’d be grateful. Zach slowly lowered her onto Jack. She wiggled onto Jack’s latex covered cock, and her wet cunt clung to him.

Packed with them both, she fought to keep her hands where they’d commanded. Her hips did the work, rocking on their cocks and her body barreled toward release. Zach fucked her ass, and she met him, not caring how fast they finished this time. Jack’s hands cupped her cold breasts. “Nipple clamps?” She nodded. “So you liked the cold tile?” He pinched them. Groaning, Denise nodded again. “Yes! Thank you.” It wasn’t all humiliation and power. They’d stimulated her so much she could come any second. They were so good! She didn’t deserve one, certainly not both. Her pussy tightened on Jack as Zach filled her rear. Lurching forward, Denise let the spasms take over. Moaning and grunting, she pressed her lips to Jack’s shoulder as the shuddering continued. Being pinned between them only made it sweeter. The men didn’t stop. Zach worked her ass harder, and Denise felt all the sensitive spots even more. “Our bossy little sub knows how to be grateful? There might be hope for her.” Zach ground to her and groaned. She marveled at how controlled he appeared when he came. One day, she’d make him let go and scream, swear and say her name. Another round of moans came from Jack, and her pussy squeezed in response. Riding Jack, she watched his face as he was lost in orgasm. The second he was done, he pulled her down and sucked her breasts as if he’d been denied them. The feel of teeth and his persistent tongue made her quiver. Fighting the urge to hold him, she held the position until he finally grabbed her hands and pulled them around his neck. Clinging to Jack, she looked over her shoulder to Zach. His smile said it all. For once, she’d pleased them. Being bad wasn’t so bad, if it ended like this. But her confession was the wrong thing. She should’ve told them the truth, the real truth. Except then they’d hate her and go away. Denise might not be able to keep them forever, but after this, she had to keep them as long as humanly possible. Life had been cruel enough to them already. She’d make it better if she could. Carl had replied to her, but she’d ignored all three. Only the last one caught her attention because of the subject. You’re not worth it, I’m done. She was free! Snuggled between her men, she prayed her charmed life would give her one more bit of luck.

Chapter Five

It had started to feel real, and Zach fought it at every turn. Not only was Carl still out there, Raider’s was still trying to pinpoint him. The jerk was lying low, and Denise was happily submitting to the brothers. It seemed natural, but Zach couldn’t dismiss the danger. He was still on a job. Over dinner, he’d tried to probe Denise’s plans for the future, but she kept flirting instead of answering the questions. There was only one way to move things forward. After they cleared the table, he pulled her down into his lap. “What’s going on?” she asked. “You keep dodging things. What are you hiding?” Zach held her tight in his arms. She wiggled, and he felt her hip nudging his cock. She was a quick learner but not nearly ready to outsmart them. “Stop teasing and talk.” Jack watched with an amused expression. “She’s living in the moment for once. But a good sub doesn’t keep secrets.” “I’m not!” She wiggled harder. “I just want to please. I don’t know what’ll happen. A month ago, I thought I’d never have to face Carl again, but he’s out. How long can I keep you here? At some point life, we will go back to normal. Whatever that is.” Zach kissed the back of her hand. “We’re not leaving you. Job or not. You’re not getting rid of us.” The tension melted from her. “What secrets do you think I’m keeping?” Denise snuggled to him. Her gauzy skirt hugged her hips and flowed to her ankles. A lacy top clung to her full breasts. He wanted to ease her into the confessions, but Zach couldn’t shake the feeling she held something back that she might not want to give up. Part of the love of a sub was exploring them, and Zach needed patience. But with real danger out there, he found it hard to tolerate anything.

“You said you did a lot of research on the lifestyle. And you want nipple clamps. What do you fantasize about? What tempts and arouses you?” Jack began. She blushed and shrugged. “Nothing extreme or special. Very normal stuff.” “Nothing is normal about this. You’re not average, Denise. So forget embarrassment and talk.” Zach nipped at her neck. “I liked the kitchen play on the floor. I won’t always be perfect, and your punishments work.” Her hands slid down to his lap. “Carl’s didn’t?” Jack asked. Her eyes welled up, and she looked away. “For him, I’m sure. I’m not that into pain or public exposure. He got so mad. It wasn’t play or fun…it was hell.” “He was wrong. A good Dom would recognize a sensitive sub and if it’s a bad fit, not take them on.” Zach wanted to strangle Carl and watch him turn blue. She nodded. “You two are more advanced, though. I can’t be much of a challenge or very entertaining. I want to be bossed around, some dirty talk and mild rough play. Which makes no sense, I know. But I want it. I want to be spanked and tied up. I’m just not ready to beg for it yet.” “We understand. You start gentle and get nudged.” Jack smiled. “You’ll never be extreme. Rich and sub doesn’t mean you need to be the center of an orgy. Carl stunted your progress, and we need to get you back on track.” “It’s my fault, too. I went along with it when I should’ve stopped things. You two have done the club thing. I’ll never be there with you. Maybe we should stop this before I’m too far in? I think maybe the whole lifestyle is a fantasy for me, and I don’t really belong.” She tried to get up, but he held her. Zach looked at Jack. If she only knew, but words wouldn’t convince her. Pushing away from the table, Zach stood and carried her to the bedroom. Jack followed and stripped the bed of blankets and piled pillows at the head. “What are you doing?” she asked. Dropping her on the bed, Zach caught an ankle and yanked off the cute heels and then tugged at the skirt. He heard a rip and the material flowed down her legs. Beneath, she had on nothing. Such a contrast. Jack knelt by her head and tugged her shirt up to reveal a lace black

bra. He flipped the front hooks, and her breasts were revealed. When Jack tried to take her wrist to the bed, she tensed.

Denise tried to stop the panic from flooding her brain, but the one time Carl had tied her up was the worst. Jack and Zach were the good guys, but she had to take small steps. “I’m not ready to be really tied up. Please.” “Just pretend. We’re not actually tying you down. We’ll use your clothes.” Jack looped her shirt around her wrist and left the knot very loose. She watched him carefully as he used her skirt to semi-bind the other wrist. It was just mental, she could pull her hands free. But the weight of the fabric made it feel real. Being propped up on the pillows let her see the men, and that relaxed her. They stripped down to nothing, and her fear shifted to arousal. Would she be enough to keep them interested? They hadn’t tried to spank or physically punish her at all. They watched her for a while, and Denise felt her body flush. “Join me, please.” “What do you really want?” Jack pressed. “You two. Please!” She sat up and looked at her wrists. “I never felt this safe with everyone. I want to be safe and free. I’m trying but…” “It’s okay, slide free and turn over.” Zach squeezed her foot. It felt right. She concentrated hard and didn’t want to disappoint them. Turning over, she rearranged the pillows under her midsection and a couple for her head. Then she slid her left hand back under the fabric. “Is this okay?” “Very nice. Arch your back and spread your legs.” Jack ran his hands over her rear. “You want to look good on display for us.” Moving as directed, she felt more sensual and smiled into the pillows. As much as she loved looking at them, she felt more like a sub this way. “Blindfold me?” “What?” Zach asked in her ear. “Please, I want a blindfold.” “The wall isn’t dull enough?” Jack pressed. She swallowed hard. “I can’t explain it. I want to see you, but it feels good like this. I don’t want to see the wall.”

Zach opened a drawer and returned. He wrapped one of her favorite scarves around her eyes. “Good call. Better?” “Thank you,” she sighed. The darkness made it feel like a true fantasy. “Now, what to do with you?” Jack rubbed her pussy. She arched for more. It was odd how she could tell them apart. Their touch was different, yet she loved them both. “Anything you want.” “I still think you’re hiding something.” Zach patted her ass. Each touch added a bit more force. Her arousal built under his touch. Jack added to the fun, squeezing and pinching her breasts. “I’m not hiding anything.” She hated lying, but if she told them Carl had emailed her, they’d leave. They’d hate her forever for the lies. Carl had been quiet since she’d sent him that last email, and it scared her. But it was for them. “Our little sub is enjoying this,” Jack said. “Rich heiress likes to be spanked and fucked by two men. What else does she like? Dirty talk?” Zach smacked her ass again. She trembled as the heat spread through her. No pain, they were so good. Denise was aware of her body, every nerve ending, and yet wanted more. She needed to feel a sting at least. They could call her anything. “Please.” “She’s learning. We’ll have her tied down and begging in a week.” Jack flicked her nipple. Shivering, Denise moaned. The rustle of a condom wrapper and the movement of the men made her look back, but her blindfold kept her fully in the dark. Another swat on her ass and she’d almost gotten to the sting. Then Jack’s cock filled her. Her pussy tightened, and her hips rocked. The pleasure rippled though her. “Shameless little slut. Maybe she’s not a sub, maybe she just wants to have a lot of sex and no consequences?” Zach taunted her. “No shame. No trying to impress…just obey.” Jack thrust into her and smacked her ass at the same time. Bucking back, she let the orgasm take her. “No, I just want you two. Please. I want consequences if I’m bad. I want it all.” A hand came down on her ass, and she couldn’t tell who it belonged to. Jack’s cock kept filling her, and Zach’s erection pressed to her lips. She sucked his balls and slid her hands free to

hold his hips with both hands, to touch him was worth the slaps on her ass. They could tie her up another day. Her rear stung sweetly, her pussy throbbed for more, and her tongue worked for the love of it all. “You want consequences?” Zach groaned. “Then you need to make up for firing us. You need to be ours forever.” “I am.” She tongued up his shaft and kissed the tip. “You’re our sub forever, no matter what happens with Carl. No matter how rich you are or mad you get at us.” Jack filled her completely and held. Denise ground on Jack’s cock. “I can’t see the future. I want to.” Zach pulled his cock away. “No. You’re ours or you’re not. We’re your bodyguards, but you can’t fire us from your life. Understand? Swear you’re ours. Promise.” Pressing her lips together, she knew it was what she wanted. But not what she deserved. If they ever found out about the emails, they might toss her aside. She’d never blame them. “I don’t deserve you.” Leaning over and kissing her ear, Jack said, “We decide what you deserve and what you don’t. You have to trust us and commit.” She tried to hold back the tears. They wanted her. They loved her. She felt it. “I love you. I want to be yours forever.” “Say it.” Zach rubbed his cock along her lips. “I am yours. I promise. Don’t let me go.” She held tighter and sucked his cock. Jack kissed her neck as he fucked her pussy and his big hands played with her clit. What a team? They knew how to drive a sub to multiple orgasms and make her cry from love. She couldn’t stand it. If it weren’t for Carl, all her dreams would be true and she could move on happily from this second. She’d show these two men the world and spoil them the way they so deserved. Her money would be good for something, and she’d truly enjoy every experience with them. Going down as far on Zach’s cock as she could, she moaned. Jack drove her harder, and Denise began to tremble out of control. Grabbing Zach’s cock with both hands, she worked the head with her lips and tongue until he came in a grunt. She lapped up his cum and kissed his sac tenderly.

Then the pressure hit deep in her, Jack’s weight made her back arch more until he hit the spot that triggered a climax. Screaming, she shuddered as he came in her, all the while his fingers tapped her clit and inner folds. The added stimulation built, and her clit vibrated like a tuning fork, connecting with the other release. Denise would’ve sworn she was glowing. “You’re ours,” Jack whispered to her. She nodded. “As long as you want me. Mind if I go check out my ass?” “Too much?” Zach asked. “No, it’s perfect. I want to see it.” She’d seen pictures online, and she loved the pink spots on men or women. She wanted to see it on herself and enjoy the hard work. The men backed away and helped her up. Denise’s tight muscles twinged a bit. But she raced off to the bathroom to admire their work. She was theirs, and they wanted her. Maybe it could work? But how could she date two men? When she thought about it, she began to doubt. Hopping up on the counter, she let the sting sink in and looked over her shoulder. Forgetting all the problems and the fears, Denise let herself be the sub and trust that her Masters would help her. They’d fulfilled so many fantasies for her already. **** Jack and Zach waited on the bed. “Is she okay?” Zach asked. “She’s so new. So innocent with it. Whatever Carl did, I hope she’s blocked it out. We need to give her what she deserves.” He was in the zone. For all the subs they’d played with, none was ever theirs—not like this. The love made it so much better. “She’s ours. She can handle two.” “But can her family and society? Reality hasn’t sunk in yet.” Zach kept his voice low. “She’s holding back something.” Jack agreed. “I think it’s Carl. The fear and the pain he left her with isn’t going to vanish. As long as he’s out there, she’s not really free. We have to get a location on him and put the fear of Raider’s into him. Or he has to make a move without closure. Carl is haunting her.” “You think that’s all it is? I don’t know. I want her to admit it then.” Zach shook his head. “I feel like she might bolt.” Jack nodded. “I know. But that’s always a risk. We might dominate and do everything right, but a sub might get scared. Or it’s not the right match in the end. We’ve always known

that.” They’d been properly trained, and the bottom line was the sub always had the power. If they obeyed, there was pleasure and approval. If they disobeyed, punishment. The sub chose, and they could also decide to leave the lifestyle. No respectable Master kept a sub against their will. They had to be free to leave or even change Masters. The extreme Masters who tried that variation of complete ownership made Jack nervous. “I just don’t want to lose her. She is the one, and I hate that she’s going through this hell because of a legal piece of crap.” Zach rubbed his forehead. “Enjoy her now. Carl will turn up, or he’ll freak out. I can’t believe he’s done. We should get in touch with the clubs and see if he’s hitting there for new subs. Put a warning out on Carl for their own good. If they see him, they can let us know.” Jack couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of it earlier. “I guess. Carl was never in the lifestyle before Denise. I’m not sure he’ll go that route, but we’re getting nowhere.” Zach retrieved his phone and started texting. Jack found his jeans and fished out his phone. “I’ll check with headquarters and see if Carl has made any moves. No car, no apartment and no credit card activity means he’s sponging off someone. Most likely family since Denise isn’t funding him anymore.” “If I get my hands on him…” Zach shook his head. “No, you won’t kill him. Being in jail and away from Denise would be worse than any outcome.” Jack loved his brother, but he worried Zach’s anger would erupt one day—not at Jack or Denise, but abusive scum like Carl made the best people mad. That could make abuse victims like Zach rage. But Denise was the reward, and Zach wouldn’t give it up. Jack wouldn’t let him.

Chapter Six

With more than a week under their firm hands, all four of them, Denise finally knew what it meant to feel safe. Until now, the only man she’d ever truly felt safe around was her uncle. He’d put up with her and looked out for her, but it was duty. Deep down, he might love her, but he resented having to take over since Denise lacked a father. Maybe her dad was a bad guy like Carl, and she was better off? Carl had been silent since that last email, and she’d begun to hope they were in the clear. Lounging in a bubble bath, it dawned on her that no man had ever truly loved her before. Now, she had two. Not that they’d admitted it, but she felt it. She’d never felt so warm and safe. The bathroom door opened, and she looked up without surprise. Locks and modesty were gone. There were no secrets, except her own shameful one, hidden in email. She smiled up at her Masters as they stared at her. “Are you trying to turn your skin into the texture of a prune so we go easy on you?” Zach asked. “No, I want to be extra soft for you.” She slid from the tub and toweled off. Then she sat on the edge of the tub, taking her time applying some very pricy body lotion. Jack shook his head. “Now, she’s making herself slippery so she can get away.” “Never. I never want to get away.” She made sure her knees, elbows, and the soles of her feet were saturated. They might not care, but she didn’t want them to encounter any rough patches on her. And somehow, Denise needed to find a way to go out for a bikini wax touchup without them tagging along. They might want to watch, but it never felt sexy. They might want to do it? She might actually enjoy that.

Denise put the lotion away, stood and pulled the clip from her hair so it fell over her shoulders. “Ready to serve.” “Ready to prove you want us?” Zach’s tone was serious. “I always want you. What proof do you need?” She could guess, but after days of letting her inner sub out, she didn’t want to anymore. She’d let them surprise her or trick her. She loved it all. “Go to the bedroom. Get on the bed, on your back and spread out for our fun.” Jack took the towel so she had nothing to cover up with. She obeyed, swinging her hips side-to-side. A little pride to get her Masters going. They’d spank it out of her. Or something more creative. She loved how imaginative they were. When she walked into the bedroom, she immediately knew what they were going to do to her. The ropes were already fixed to the bed at all four corners. Pausing, she knew it was a test. The fear had nothing to do with Jack and Zach, but her history. She had to put Carl behind her. These men were not her old evil boyfriend. Lying on the bed, she stretched out and waited. Their stall was deliberate. She was no dumb sub. Maybe that’s why they liked her? She would challenge them. They’d never get bored with each other, and she’d always be outnumbered. Giving in to two was an extra thrill, and now, she believed they would always be a team. Especially after what Jack had shared about the foster experience. Being separate and unable to help each other was torture. No wonder they’d rather share a woman than let one or two come between the two of them. Noises in the hallway snapped Denise’s mind back to sex and restraints. The soft bed would be her prison, and her jailers would be hot. They entered naked, and her gratitude swelled. The view of their muscled forms was a gift, and she stared until her fears were gone. They closed in on her, one on either side of the bed. Without a word, they tied her wrists then moved down the bed to tie her ankles. Denise closed her eyes and tried not to think about being bound. Then it was all she could think about. “Open your eyes. No hiding.” Zach fingered her pussy. She smiled and opened her eyes. It was easier when she could see them. Then Zach’s fingers brushed over her stubble.

“I’m sorry, I need to get to the salon for a wax, but it’s hard with all the security. The situation makes these details less essential.” Never before would Denise ever have missed one waxing appointment even if she weren’t sleeping with someone. “No, I think we should see you wild first.” Jack straddled her chest and teased her breasts. “Grow it out fully?” She frowned. “No trim? Men hate that.” The pair chuckled. “Men are all the same?” Zach asked. His tongue worked her pussy, and Denise arched. “No but I’ve never met one who asked me to not wax.” Jack ran his hands up her arms and back down. “Most men wouldn’t criticize a woman’s grooming down there as long as they’re getting access. Our relationship breeds more honesty. We’re not talking about stopping all shaving here. Just your pussy. Once we see you fully natural, we might play or change our minds. Seeing you itch a bit while it grows out will only add to the fun.” It was already annoying her, but the men gave her enough attention to distract her from it. “If you like me this way, I’ll leave it alone.” She smiled at how easy she’d been around them. Currently, she had no makeup on, her hair was scattered over the pillows, and her bikini trim was showing clear stubble. They still wanted her. She glowed with passion and lifted her head to try and reach Jack’s erection. He backed off to tease her, but she refrained from pouting, complaining or even pulling at the ropes. As Jack pinched her nipples, Denise tilted her hips up for Zach’s eager tongue. They were playing with her, indulging her and comforting her in her bound status. What had she been so scared of? With these two, she was beyond safe. Lost in the play, Denise barely caught noise from the street. How dare it interfere? A minor car crash was common enough in L.A. She craned her neck for Jack and what she really wanted. “Please,” she said. One word got her the long beautiful cock pressed to her lips. Pride was so silly when it came to sex. Why pretend to not want what she did? She kissed along the length as far as she

could then sucked the tip into her mouth. Tonguing the head, she savored his flavor and moaned softly. With Jack blocking her view, Denise tightened instinctively when she felt Zach’s cock pressing to her. The brain was so funny… She loved when they blindfolded her and never tensed up. Immediately, she relaxed and lifted for his familiar cock. Jack began to fuck her mouth and Zach her pussy. Denise stayed open. Her fingers curled around the rope, and she turned her wrists to explore the feel as they men built her toward a slow climax. No rush needed. She wanted to indulge in every moment with them. Their pace picked up, and she sucked harder on the erection in her mouth. Her pussy responded faster than she wanted, but her brain was so happy to wallow in the play and simply being with her men. Jack froze, and the cum landed on her tongue. Licking and swallowing, Denise couldn’t help but smile with her mouth full. Zach worked harder, and Denise groaned in encouragement. His fingers tormented her clit and inner folds then played with her stubble-covered outer lips until she couldn’t hold back. The orgasm hit, and she panted as her body shook. “Shameless and so good at being tied down.” Zach filled her one more time and grunted in his release. “Very good.” Jack slid off her and kissed her mouth. “We’re done?” She couldn’t hide her disappointment this time. The men smiled at each other, and Denise hoped for an all-nighter. But their cell phones began going off. Then shouts and bangs came from the front of the house. Something was wrong. Very wrong. Panic filled her, and Denise tried to sit up. Jack and Zach tugged on the ropes, and instantly, Denise was free. She scrambled off the bed and out of the vulnerable position. Carl would take full advantage if he found her exposed and at the mercy of anyone. There was no proof it was Carl, but the gnawing in her stomach told her he didn’t believe her email and was fully obsessed. “Get in the bathroom, lock the door and lie down in the tub. Don’t move until one of us comes for you,” Zach barked as the men pulled on their jeans. Gripped with terror, all Denise could do was obey. These men had never steered her wrong. Wrapped in nothing but a robe, she headed to the bathroom and climbed into the bathtub.

The shouting and noises made her tremble, but she couldn’t cover her ears. If anything happened to her men, she’d never forgive herself. It was all her fault. **** Jack had already texted in to Raider’s for backup, and the police were on the way as well. He and Zach ran to the front of the house just as Carl kicked in the door. Carl no longer wore twelve hundred dollar suits and Rolex watches. Instead, he wore jeans and a T-shirt and looked like the ex-con he was, pissed with nothing to lose. The idiot! He’d gotten free, and now, he’d go back. The brothers ducked behind the couch as Carl waved a gun. “Where is she? She’s mine. All the money and the power are mine. She gave it to me. You can’t have her.” He shot randomly at the walls. “He’s high,” Zach whispered to his brother. “Or just obsessed.” Jack heard the police sirens then peered over the edge of the couch. Carl turned and made a run for the door. Jack nodded to Zach, and the pair pounced on the criminal before he could run to attack another day. Tackling the jerk, Zach punched for the kidneys, and Carl yelped in pain. Jack pinned Carl’s hands and got the gun from him. The police charged up, weapons drawn, and the brothers handed off the intruder as the other Raider’s staff checked on the men who were supposed to be out front on stakeout. “You okay?” Zach asked. Jack nodded. “What happened to the surveillance team out front?” “I thought I heard a car crash earlier. We never got a text or anything, but maybe, it was our guys?” He shrugged. “They didn’t call for backup?” Jack charged out front and saw the smashed car. The driver’s door was crunched. “Call an ambulance.” The police officer nodded. “We’ve got one on the way.” “Where is she? You can’t keep her from me!” Carl struggled. “She’s not coming out while you’re here. She’s hired an army to protect her from you. Take the hint.” Zach stood over the ass. Jack worried for a moment that Zach would lose it and start kicking Carl. “Zach, go check on her. Make sure Denise is okay.”

Stalking off, Zach went but didn’t look happy about it. Jack gave the cops a brief rundown and saw the ambulance arrive. Then a fire truck. He wanted to go out and help but not with Carl in the house. Until that man was in police custody and away from Denise, Jack was standing his ground. Footsteps behind him made Jack turn. It was Zach and Denise followed him. The brothers locked eyes, and Zach gave a little shrug that said Denise insisted. She looked cautious and fearful but determined. Shaking hands clutched her robe tightly, but her jaw was set as she looked at Carl like a piece of trash. “Get him out of here,” Jack said. The officer held up his hands and spoke calmly. “We need to let the paramedics work on those guys in the car first. Don’t worry, this jerk isn’t going anywhere.”

Chapter Seven

The police took over and kept Carl pinned to the floor as they cuffed him. Denise hid behind Zach as Jack gave the police copies of the restraining order and a rundown of the situation. Raider’s had been in contact with the local police department so it was no shock to them. Carl seemed stunned. “Let me go. She’s mine! She was emailing me. It’s all her family. She wants me. It’s a set up!” He glared at Jack. Jack looked at his brother. Empty threats were one thing, but the email comment made Jack suspicious. Carl kept swearing as the police carted him out to the squad car. The paramedic caring for the two Raider’s men who had been staking out the front door closed the back doors to the ambulance as Jack stepped out front. “How are they?” he asked. “They’ll be fine. The car that hit them knew what they were doing. They have head trauma, and the doors were damaged on both sides. We had to cut them out of the car. We need to get them checked out for concussions.” “Go on. I’ll call the boss and their families will meet them.” Jack wanted to see the other Raider’s men, but right now, they needed medical treatment more than a briefing. It’d happen later. Grabbing his cell, Jack relayed the info to Mr. Raider. After going through the story twice, he reassured the old man that Denise was perfectly fine and safe with them. They were staying with her one more night until family came out to be with her. Jack hung up before he slipped and told Raider that he and his brother had no intention of ever leaving Denise. There was a lot more to clear up before things were truly settled.

Once everyone was gone, Jack walked back into the house. Denise sipped a glass of water while Zach watched her like a hawk. “Everything okay?” Zach asked. “Yeah, the guys will be fine. Getting checked out at the ER. Raider’s knows we’re staying until her mom and cousin get in tomorrow.” Jack paced the room as his adrenaline continued to flow. He walked over to Denise. “Are you okay?” She nodded. “I can’t believe he got that far. Hurt your men. He’s crazy.” “He punched a cop. Carl’s not getting out so you should be safe.” Zach tapped his foot on the ceramic tile. “So what’s all that about the emails, and you being in contact with him? Was it a lie?” Her eyes darted in any direction but the men, and Jack knew it was true. “Damn it, Denise!” Zach folded his arms and looked away. “She used us.” “No! I love you both. It’s not like that. You have to listen to me.” Denise buried her face in her hands. “It was stupid, and it all happened so fast.” He rolled his eyes. “Sure, like we’ve never heard that before. Get the emails. We need to see the computer and everything from him. Don’t hide it. If you want Carl to stay in prison, you need to turn it all over to your lawyers.” Jack shut down his personal feelings and worked the case. Denise went into the sun room where she spent time reading and surfing. Jack had believed it was just her refuge for quiet. There was no TV or radio in there at all. But she was really falling back into Carl’s clutches. Yet she hadn’t protested when they dragged him off to jail. She’d had fear in her eyes when Carl broke in. Something didn’t fit. She returned with a netbook that she set on the kitchen table, opened it and logged in. “There, read them yourselves. I was just stupid to try to be an adult and handle my mistakes.” Zach sat and got to work. Jack watched over his brother’s shoulder, reading and checking dates. “The first email from Carl arrived before we even got here. You didn’t turn it over to the team with you? You didn’t tell the police when we got the protection order? You kept it a secret to keep emailing with him.” Jack glared at her. Denise had taken them for a ride.

“No, I didn’t want to. Look what I emailed. I wanted him to go away. That’s why I asked for you. I knew you’d keep me safe,” she protested. “That’s the oldest trick. No means yes. You were playing with him.” Zach shook his head. “I don’t know games. I don’t want any of this. I didn’t want him.” Denise pressed her lips together. “I thought as long as he was talking, he wouldn’t attack so I told him I was done with the lifestyle. He didn’t believe it so I told him I had a new Master. I just ignored him from then on.” “That’s why you responded to his emails?” Jack shot back. “It happens a lot. Subs get addicted to a Master, even if it’s not a good fit for them. They feel like a failure if they can’t please and be kept by the one that had them. Untrained subs take it as rejection instead of as a bad match. They can’t move on to find the right dominant lover.” “I’m not addicted to him. I hate him. But communication made it feel like I had a handle on the situation rather than just living in fear. I asked for you two because you could think like him. I wanted to tell you about the emails, but I wanted to handle it. I’m tired of running to men to fix my life. I knew you’d react like this, and I didn’t want to lose you. Now, you’ll hate me.” The tears pooled in her eyes. Zach grunted as he read. “We don’t hate you. We thought you trusted us more. You’re telling him to go away in these emails, but you don’t know enough about stalkers to recognize the escalation in his language and demands. You’re giving in and revealing more information to him.” “Like what?” Jack went back to reading and saw what his brother had already picked up on. “I have new a Master now.” “What’s wrong with that? It’s the truth!” Her voice cracked as she sat alone across the table from them. Jack wanted to comfort her, but he had a job to do first. The personal had to be second, or the case could blow up. “You invited him. Dared him.” “I didn’t!” She hit the table with her hand. “You did, you just don’t know it. Hell.” Zach rubbed his eyes and turned away. “You basically challenged him to make you strong enough to handle his style of dominance. To take

you from the new Master. If he was really into the lifestyle and trained as a proper Master, he’d recognize the mismatch, but he’s not, and it hit his ego.” “I’m not trained either. It’s my fault because I went blindly to this. He played me. Again.” Denise sat there in shock. Jack hoped reality had finally sunk in fully. “You knew he was bad news since we were here last. Being submissive isn’t giving up all responsibility for your safety—not until you achieved the level of trust where it’s deserved. And even then, not a good idea.” “Carl shouldn’t be allowed near women ever again.” Zach sat back. “The guy is evil.” Jack saw the wheels turning in Zach’s head. “Right. He’s going to jail. He won’t be. Denise needs to learn from this.” “Maybe I don’t belong in the lifestyle, either. I’ve doubted it over and over, but you made it so good. You two deserve someone who knows what she’s doing.” She nodded and wiped away the tears. But Denise couldn’t wipe away the defeated look that tore at Jack’s heart. “You need to learn not everyone is on your side,” Zach said. “I’ve always been a bad judge of character. I’ve learned that with friends. So many frenemies and backstabbing girls out there. I thought men would be different. But I’ve been too trusting there. My uncle was right. I should just join a convent.”

Zach laughed, and Denise realized how stupid it sounded considering all the things she’d done with them in the last couple of weeks. She managed a weak smile. “Okay, maybe not a convent. I like to be disciplined but not by a woman.” Jack chuckled. “Too bad, we could refer you to some great Mistresses. You can’t change who you are, Denise. When you find the right Master, you can trust him completely, but Carl isn’t him. You need to break that tie.” They didn’t understand. Why would they? She’d fired them and run from the situation even when she’d wanted to closer. And she responded to a man who’d hurt her, tried to have her kidnapped and made her feel like trash. Zach and Jack made her feel like a treasure even when they were pushing her buttons or punishing her body. “I didn’t handle it right, obviously. I’m sorry. But you have to believe that I am over him. I wanted him to go away. That’s why I came out and confronted him. I needed to look him in the eye.” She’d wanted to show them she belonged to them, but sex now would feel cheap and

staged, no matter how much she wanted to feel safe in their arms. She’d have to prove she deserved to be there again. The phone rang, and she groaned inwardly. “He gets one phone call. Let’s hope he’s not that stupid.” Jack went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. Denise picked up her phone and looked at the number. “It’s my mother.” She hit the button and put the phone to her ear. “Hi Mom.” “Are you okay?” her mother asked in a panic. “I’m fine. Raider’s took care of it.” Denise had insisted her mother go and stay with her aunt and uncle in New York. Giving Carl more targets would only make Denise freak out. She couldn’t let anyone else suffer for her stupid mistakes. “No one was hurt? You’re safe? I’ll be on the first plane out tomorrow. Andrea is coming with me. You won’t be alone.” Denise took a deep breath to curb the anxiety. She got her neurotic tendencies from her mother. Worrying what people thought and not hurting people’s feelings was like breathing. Mom had gotten pregnant out of marriage and the family had judged her. Denise had never gotten much shame for it, but felt her mother’s. “Two of the Raider’s men were hurt out front. They’re in the hospital. We can visit them tomorrow and take flowers.” “Of course. You still have protection now. I don’t want you left alone.” “No, I still have two more here. I’m safe. Don’t rush or stress. I’m fine.” Denise hated being the center of a drama she’d created. “Well, try to get some sleep. We can put it all behind us tomorrow and shop. Clear your mind and start fresh.” “Shop? Mom, I have to talk to the police tomorrow. I appreciate your coming, but I have to do this right and take care of it. He can’t get out again.” Denise knew her mother could go into denial faster than anyone. No wonder Denise had trouble with reality. She’d never faced it. “It’s those lawyers. I know you’ll do everything they ask of you, but he shouldn’t have gotten out in the first place. Don’t blame yourself. The man is insane and obsessed with you. It’s too bad that poor taste in men seems to run in our family. Maybe we should have Andrea set you up with someone? Her husband might be a Raider, but he’s smart and devoted. I feel safer knowing he’s around Andrea.”

Denise knew just how lucky Andrea was. The connection between the two was obvious, and running off to Vegas to get married was the way Andrea had told the family to back off. No one’s opinion mattered. Could Denise ever be that brave? “Are you there, Denise?” Mom’s demanding concern cut through Denise’s fear and need to please. “I’m here, and I’m fine. It’s late. I need to get some sleep so I can be awake for the police talk tomorrow. Goodnight.” She ended the call and put the phone down. “Your mother feels better now?” Jack asked. Denise nodded. “She and Andrea will be here tomorrow. You’ll be off duty except for the police reports. I’m sorry I made this harder for you. I’m very sorry that your men were hurt. If I’d been honest, maybe we could’ve prevented it. But I really believed I could get Carl to move on. It’s my fault everyone went through this the first time, and then to do it again. Maybe if I hadn’t fired you two last time, we wouldn’t be here. But I was afraid.” “Afraid because we knew the truth about you?” Jack asked. She shook her head. “Because I knew I wanted to be with you. A few days just being around you and I knew I never wanted you to leave. It scared me so much. And my uncle is always telling me to take charge and not be the doormat or so nice. Good advice but I used it at the wrong time because I was afraid of being vulnerable.” “After Carl?” Zach asked. “Exactly.” She pointed at him. “I was humiliated and hurt, and he called it tough love. I wanted to stand up and be tough for a change. That’s what I told myself when my uncle hired the Raider’s. I wouldn’t be the damsel in distress.” “You’re not. People need help. That’s what we do. You sensed we were Doms, and you wanted us. Then you panicked and fired us.” Jack nodded. “At least, you were smart enough to ask for us the second time around.” She smiled. “I’m not good at being tough. I really suck at it.” “That’s okay. You don’t have to be a bully. You just have to stand up for yourself and with enough support it’s easy.” Zach moved to sit closer to her. The tears started again, and she tried to force them back. She grabbed the computer and held it to her chest. “No. It never works. Even when I’m trying to protect others, I screw it up. Carl still hurt people this time.”

She stalked into the bedroom, leaving the laptop on the foot of the bed as she curled up with a pillow. The men followed her. “Who are you trying to protect? Your mom and family were all far away and safe.” “I was trying to protect you! Carl is dangerous. If he didn’t know who I was with but believed I had a new Master, I thought he’d go away. I couldn’t stand the idea that Carl might hurt you two. Never! If I lost you two… I love you two. I can’t help it if it’s in the middle of a mess. At least, Carl didn’t hurt you.”

Chapter Eight

Zach’s rage was on the edge of erupting. “You emailed him to protect us? We were hired to protect you!” He paced while his brother reviewed the correspondence. Zach could barely stay in the house. “I wanted to tell you, but I knew as soon as I saw you two again that my secret would ruin it for us. I didn’t want to believe it, but I knew I was supposed to be with you two somehow. It’s stupid to think I could have two men, but even at the beginning, I never felt this with Carl or any boyfriend who was good to me. I couldn’t ruin it. I let you guys go once because of my pride. I had to be an adult and face my mistakes.” “You fired us because we found out your naughty secret. Instead, you should’ve offered to be our sub then, and it would’ve been a lot more fun. We would’ve worked on that pride of yours, too.” Zach grinned. He’d work on that pride if he could get over the lies. “Stop it, Zach. It’s my fault. I talked too much.” Jack printed all the emails and shut down the laptop. “The police will need to see this computer, too. At least, she didn’t delete any of the messages so we have a full trail.” “It’ll help?” she asked. “It’ll be a huge help if it gets in as evidence. He was threatening you, you told him to leave you alone, and you had an order and had moved on to new lovers. Engaging him in communication isn’t a smart move, and you should’ve reported that he was violating the order by contacting you, but you can testify that you were afraid for your life and the people protecting you because Carl was so extreme.” “Why do you think it was your fault?” Zach demanded to his brother.

Denise nodded. “Yes, that doesn’t make sense. It couldn’t be your fault. You didn’t know I was hiding anything.” Jack sighed. “No, but I did tell you about our childhood. What Zach went through at his foster family and how we both ran away until the Mr. Raider took us in and kept us in line. The guilt I carried for not being able to protect him. My foster family wasn’t great, but no one abused me. I should’ve objected more to us being split up. I should’ve suggested we run away the first time Zach had a problem.” “Everyone thought I was the troublemaker. I was a hot head. But it’s not your fault.” Zach wanted to punch the wall. “It was my fault for not fighting back or running the first time. I had to get over it and let it go. I was a kid. It wasn’t my fault or yours. I work out enough to make sure no one will every hurt me or anyone I love again.” “I’m glad you know it’s not your fault. I wish I’d told you about the emails, but when the first one came, I was in a really emotional state. I replied to try to get rid of him. I should never have sent it. Then it was too late. I’d done something dumb, and I needed to fix it. I didn’t want you to know. You’d both disapprove.” Denise grabbed Jack’s arm and hugged it. His tension began to melt under her touch. He kissed her forehead. “I think we can get over it.” “We can’t keep you safe if you don’t tell us everything. Secrets don’t help anyone, especially when it comes to life and death issues. Let’s hope you don’t have to face anymore of those,” Jack said. “I hope so. But first I want you to forgive yourself. That little boy who couldn’t save his brother. Guilt and pain won’t make this work any better.” Denise took his hand. “We’ve been brothers forever. You think we need you to help with our friendship?” Zach asked. “Sorry. I just saw the pain in Jack’s eye when he told me about it all. I think he still blames himself. Maybe if you weren’t hurt, you wouldn’t be so rough and angry.” Jack laughed. “No, he was always the tough one. Maybe, if it hadn’t happened, we wouldn’t be so close. Maybe we’d be better at independence and balance.” “Are we that dysfunctional?” Zach shrugged. “Who cares?” “I think you’re perfectly functional. I wouldn’t change a thing.” Denise smiled. “If you can love and forgive me.”

“Sure you can handle the punishments we’ll devise for your lying and sneakiness?” Zach nipped her lower lip. “Sure you can handle two Masters? Maybe we should give you a trial time before we commit to take you on forever. You have a habit of firing us and hiding the truth.” Denise’s eyes watered, and her face strained with fear. “I promised once. You didn’t mean it?” Carl was in police custody so he was no threat. Denise was truly scared the brothers would leave her. Part of Zach wanted to go. There was too much honest emotion, and this time he was deep in the middle of it. But he couldn’t walk out on people who loved him. He’d fallen for the spoiled heiress who thought she knew the world but had a clueless streak that made her dangerous. She needed to be protected. He shook his head. “You changed the rules by not being honest.” “I’ll take whatever punishment you want. Just don’t put me on trial. I might bolt. I need the commitment. If you want childhood confessions, my dad left and I never knew him. Men always leave. Maybe, that’s why I gave in to Carl. He came after me. I want you two, but you have to keep after me. Punish me, tease me and just love me. But promise that no matter what you won’t abandon me. I’ll never leave you.” “You don’t make a relationship by hiding things. By lying. Carl kept coming after you to use and hurt you. We needed all the info to protect you. If he’d gotten a hold of you…” Zach couldn’t finish the thought. It hurt too much. His father had bailed on his family, too. No, they’d never do that to the women they loved. “He wanted money. I’m sure he enjoyed the power wielding and the sex, but he was kidnapping me for cash. I thought when I made it clear that my uncle and my mother would never pay a ransom that he’d go away and bother someone else.” That’s when it clicked. She didn’t know the whole story. They’d kept something from her too. “Oh hell, it is all our fault.”

“No, it’s mine. I should’ve given up the emails right away. Please just forgive me, and say it’ll be okay. I wanted to protect you like you protect me. Isn’t that love?” Why were they acting so strange? It felt as if the world were off balance, and all she wanted was to hold onto her men.

Zach knelt down in front of her, and Jack sat next to her. “We never told you what Carl really had in mind,” Zach said. “What do you mean? It was a ransom ploy for money. Your team stopped his goons from kidnapping me, but all Carl really wanted was the money. I’d have been stuck in a hotel somewhere, and they’d scare me but nothing really bad.” She shrugged it off. “That’s where you’re wrong.” Jack put an arm around her. “When you fired us, Raider’s put us on the kidnapper’s side of things, finding out who Carl hired and what they were up to. We did our job and found that kidnapping ring was very professional and not to be taken lightly. They made big money stealing women, training them and selling them.” Training? Denise frowned and looked at them as a knot formed in her stomach. “Taking by force? Training to what?” “To be sex slaves.” Zach shook his head. “Not in a good way.” “Like the lifers and the hardcore clubs? He wanted me to be good enough at it.” Denise shivered. “No, not like that. Good clubs have security and controls. What we found was a pit of a prison. Truly just a basement with cold brick walls and no comforts. Chains and whips. The women were humiliated, tortured and denied basic needs until they obeyed. Then they were still hurt for fun. None of those women wanted to be there. They were taken from their families. It was the sickest thing I’ve ever seen.” Zach kissed her hands. “That’s what Carl wanted for you.” She swallowed hard. “He was sick. Sicker than I could imagine. You saw it with your own eyes?” She looked at Jack for confirmation. He nodded. “We followed the guys for two days. Finally, they went there. We weren’t supposed to go inside. Those guys were armed and not above killing the slaves rather than letting them live to testify. I called for backup and the police, but we had to get inside.” “You went in there and risked yourselves?” Denise ran her fingers through Zach’s hair and rested her head on Jack’s shoulder. “You could’ve been killed.” “We had to lock them in, and once we saw…we created a diversion.” Zach shared a look with his brother. Denise was tired of it. “Stop trying to protect me or soften the truth. What did you see?” Jack nodded. “We took enough cell phone video for proof. They were gang raping one woman and forcing the others to watch. Later, we found out the girl was only seventeen.”

She covered her mouth with her hand until the wave of nausea passed. “You saved her.” “We set fire to a few trash cans. One of Zach’s childhood specialties. Then we kicked it over, and the men freaked. If the place burned, everyone would see what they were doing. The police arrived, and it was over.” “For twelve hours we gave statements, picked the kidnappers out of a lineup and identified all the ones in the gang. The women were taken for medical treatment. They all lived.” “Thanks to you.” Denise kissed one then the other. “They made a business out of it?” Jack hugged her tight. “Horrible men with tons of money can buy anything. Nothing like us. What we do is play for mutual pleasure. We’d never hurt you or force you to do anything. The men those bastards sold to wanted to have total power and throw it around. They got off on the fear and pain, not the submission and compromise for pleasure. It’s so different.” “It’s sick,” she agreed. “We didn’t want to scare you off your natural ways. It was the worst of human behavior for greed. We didn’t want you to be exposed to that.” Zach ran his hands over her knees. His touch was sweet, erasing the awful realities. They’d saved those women and stopped the nightmare. “You’re both such heroes. And all I could do was screw it up and fire you. I almost let the best men in the world get away from me.” “You did ask for us again. That shows some sense of what you need.” Jack kissed her neck. “It’ll be okay. You belong to us forever. We don’t give up what’s ours.” “I love you both so much. I’m glad I don’t have to choose or share.” She felt on safe ground once again. “We love you, too.” Zach kissed her chin. “But we’re going to be in your life all the time now. No getting rid of us. No hiding anything from us, ever. You have a gift for finding trouble.” “Is that what I’ve found with you two?” she teased. “The flirty heiress is back.” Jack pinched her bottom. “How can we not love you?” She scooted closer to him and enjoyed the sting on her rear. “I’m an open book now. All yours with no secrets. I want to enjoy life for a change. I feel like I’ve been under house arrest since I met Carl, and it was hell. It’s really over now.” It felt so good to smile. These two always brought out deep passions in her.

“Now, we all need to get some sleep. Tomorrow, there will more police to take full statements. We’ll turn over the computer and emails. It’ll be a rough day.” Zach sat on the bed on her other side. Their warm bodies made her feel safe and easy again, but when she closed her eyes, all she could imagine was a huge pit with women naked and bruised, chained to the walls. “I can’t sleep right now. I need something else. I never liked horror movies or scary stories. Change the picture in my head, or I’ll be having nightmares of that pit.” She got out of bed and stretched. “You’re tired,” Jack protested. She shrugged. “So are you. Lazy and playful isn’t good enough? Please don’t let it haunt me. You were sweet not to tell me, until you had to.” Denise untied her robe and let it drop before she slid back on the bed. Letting her legs fall open slightly, she waited for them. The men exchanged a look. That twin connection dazzled her, but Denise had long given up trying to read it. They stripped off their clothing and stretched out on either side of her. She stayed flat on her back, kissing Jack then Zach. They each took the leg closest to them and hooked it over their knees to fully open her. Two hands teased her pussy, one gently working her clit while the other explored her entrance. Their other arms slid under her head, and she felt completely surrounded. It was heaven. She lifted her hips to them as the kissing continued on and on. Denise reached down and held a cock in each hand. They had her wet already, but she didn’t want to rush them. Stroking them slowly, she felt their cocks stiffen, and it fueled her passions. When their mouths dipped to her breasts, she arched. Teeth tugged at her nipples as fingers entered her fully. Fucking those fingers, she jerked their cocks faster. “More,” she said. “Look at us,” Jack said. Her eyes opened—she’d had no idea they’d been closed. There’d been no bad images then or now. Her sexy hunks were happy. “I love you. You’re hired, forever.” She kissed them but regretted the loss of attention to her nipples. Zach returned first, being a little rougher, and she moaned in appreciation. “Harder,” she pleaded.

The fingers thrust faster, and her clit got a pinch that made the whole body shake. Her pussy clamped down on the digits. Her hands went for the heads of the cocks and worked them faster until she felt one then the other come against her. “Good?” Jack asked. “Perfect.” She nuzzled his neck then gave Zach the same treatment. “Thank you.” “We should’ve made her suck us off,” Zach said to Jack. “I think that’s our wakeup call tomorrow.” Jack pulled his fingers free and licked off her juices. “Right, Denise?” She smiled. “Sounds like a great way to start the day.” A yawn took over. “It’ll hold me until the shower. I think we need to keep her on her toes and worked hard before all the cop stuff. We’ll have to behave there.” “I can be normal. This is just for sex. I’m not yours to boss around all the time.” She pinched his nipple. “Good. Just testing you.” He pinched her back. “But the more we keep you naked and servicing us, the less trouble you’ll get into.” Denise snuggled between her two hero hunks and let sleep take her with only thoughts of Zach and Jack’s great sex games filling her dreams. They’d saved her and others. She’d made the right choice, and she wanted to repay them every day and in many ways.

Chapter Nine

Two months later and thousands of miles away from California, the trio enjoyed the delights of Paris this week. Jack and his brother had never left Los Angeles before, and now, they’d seen London and Paris. The scenery was nice, the food rich, but Jack preferred indulging in exactly what they were doing now. Denise was sprawled on the bed, blindfolded and eager to please in her new and very expensive French teddy. Jack opened the nipple clamps he’d bought at the exclusive shop that ran to their tastes. Denise had no idea. She’d been more interested in giving them a fashion show. Freeing her from Carl brought back her sass, and their love brought out her sexy sub nature even more. The vacation had been good for them all. As Zach’s tongue teased her pussy, Jack leaned over and slid a clamp onto one nipple. Her gaping mouth and arching back sent a surge of satisfaction through Jack. “Like your present?” he asked. “Yes, thank you,” she moaned. Denise fell back on the pillows, and her hands cupped her breasts, exploring the toy and the feel. “Oh God! Just one?” “Greedy little rich girl.” Zach nipped her thigh. “You think you deserve both?” “I’ll earn it.” She pinched her unclamped nipple. “Tell me how.” Jack kissed her mouth and let their tongues tangle until a soft sigh escaped her throat. Then he tugged her hand away from her chest. He licked her breast softly, too softly to keep her happy. She wiggled for more. “Settle down,” Jack said. “Please. I’ll be good. Or bad.” Her smile grew.

Jack nodded to Zach. She trusted them enough to test them, to disobey and to let them discipline her. Denise knew they’d respect her limits and never hurt her. With her, the best punishment was ignoring her. She now loved a good spanking and being totally tied up. The brothers had been getting more inventive now that Carl was in jail. Assaulting a police officer was a hard charge to shake, and the emails he’d sent Denise were proof he’d been stalking her and she’d rejected him. Old Mr. Raider was sure Carl wasn’t getting out this time. And if by some hellish miracle he did, Jack and Zach were with Denise pretty much all the time. This vacation was pure fun, but Jack knew at some point they’d go back to reality. Zach tapped her pussy until her hips lifted. “We could leave you here, tied to the bed for the maid to find. That would earn the other clamp.” “No, no please. I’m yours. No one else can see me like this but you.” Her body tensed. “Another way.” Jack kissed her until she relaxed. “No one needs to see you but us. But you’re a challenge.” “You love it, and you’ll think of a better way to teach me a lesson and get yourselves off.” She reached out and found their hard cocks. Grinning, Jack had to agree. They did find ways. He reached for a condom and bottle of lube from the nightstand. “You’re talking entirely too much and not getting us off. You have a choice, my naughty little slave, a gag or sucking cock.” He nudged her to turn over and face Zach. “Please let me suck. I don’t like gags.” Her hands quickly found Zach’s thick cock and filled her mouth. “A much better use for that wild tongue.” Zach leaned back and let her work. He plucked the blindfold off, and she moaned. Jack nodded. Denise liked her blindfold, taking it away was a mild punishment, but it didn’t stop her from sucking and squeezing the cock in her reach. Jack rubbed his member between her round cheeks, and she arched her back and spread her knees on the bed to give him full access. He rubbed her slick folds and gave her round ass a few smacks. Her conditioning was coming along. Sub behavior was now automatic in her sex play. “Fuck her fast,” Zach said.

Pouring a lube on her asshole, Jack had every intention of fucking her but not where she wanted most. She loved double, but right now, she’d get only one inside of her. He put the latex on and pressed it to her ass. Denise opened for him, but the noises from her throat expressed her displeasure. “No talking.” Zach flicked her clamped nipple. Denise moaned and worked his sac as she eased back onto Jack’s cock. Her ass was still tight but not nearly as tight as when he and Zach shared her body. Jack leaned down and pressed his chest to her back, keeping her filled with short thrusts as he kissed her shoulders and neck and watched her work. Odds were she wouldn’t come this way, at least not for a while, but she didn’t make a move to change things…not even to rub her clit. “Good girl, you’re ours forever. No one else gets to touch you. Watch you.” He pinched her free nipple. “Protect you.” She nodded but kept quiet as she pressed her lips up the length of Zach’s cock. Teasing the head, she tilted her head to look at Zach. Then she turned to catch Jack’s eye. Her smile was so big Jack wanted to make her cum, but he knew she needed to take her punishment. She really wanted it. Fucking her ass harder, he felt her tighten on him as she sucked the tip of Zach’s erection with clear intent. Zach lifted to her mouth, gripping her soft blonde hair, as he came all over her lush lips. Lapping up the reward, Denise sucked him as she rocked back on Jack. He expected her to say something, beg for him to fuck her pussy or finger her. Jack was impressed when she gripped Zach’s member with both hands and kept her lips busy, pressed to his balls. “Very good.” Jack wrapped her hair in his hand and tugged. She moaned but kept on kissing the man in front of her. Easing back fully from her, Jack pressed to her ass again. She shivered but let him in. So willing, so eager, and yet she needed a release. Jack wanted to feel her climax, but he was too far gone to change position. He’d lose it completely. He had to enjoy her, or it would upset her. Those sweet hips of hers rocked on him. Jack cupped both her breasts and slid his hands down over her flat stomach to those firm thighs and hips. Denise panted and soft squeaks came from her throat as Jack’s hands neared her pussy. He picked up the pace and pressure. Denise’s noises only encouraged him. Her body tensed, and

she gripped Zach’s thighs yet still not a word from her beautiful lips. Jack knew what he needed, to reward her and himself. He filled her and rubbed her clit at the same time, sending shockwaves through her that hit him. “Jack!” She came on him, screaming his name and snapping her hips in orgasmic reflex. The sound of her voice calling his name sent Jack over as much as her climax. He ground to her ass, and the relief and pleasure flowed, leaving him exhausted. Denise clung to Zach, shaking and smiling. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it.” She bit her lip. Zach brushed her hair out of her face. “I think you had no choice. You did exactly what Jack wanted. He’s good at that.” “You’re both amazing.” She eased free of Jack’s cock and kissed Zach then turned to kiss Jack. “I love you.” Jack took a few deep breaths as he dumped the used protection. He and Zach wanted to talk to Denise about the future, and this seemed like a perfect time. Everyone seemed happy and content. Then a chime went off, and Denise’s attention flipped. “We have to shower and get ready for the boat tour. Come on.” “We’re just as happy here.” Zach stretched. “Your pussy has had too much time off by my estimate.” Denise smacked his arm. “You guys had a rotten childhood. What’s wrong with seeing the world a bit? Enjoy the vacation. If we were just going to screw non-stop we could’ve stayed in California or gone to New York.” “We were okay with that,” Jack reminded her. “But I’m not. I didn’t get all this money to run around with Paris Hilton and be one of those spoiled, dog-toting heiresses. My family doesn’t do that. You two deserve to see my favorite spots. We’ll do the boat tour, lunch and then I’ll check on our plans for Rome next week. Then the afternoon is yours. You can tie me up, clamp anything you want, and give all parts of me a real workout.” “Then you better eat a big lunch. This was just a warm up.” Zach kissed her mouth as he and Jack got out of bed. Jack knew Denise would win. They couldn’t deny her anything, except in bed where she loved it.

**** Hours later, Denise tingled with happiness. At the desk in their hotel suite, she checked on the tours and sites she wanted to show her guys in Rome. The beautiful sights of Paris had reenergized her. Even the guys had enjoyed themselves. Now, they were lying on the bed trying to find a TV station in English. They needed to go home soon, and she was ready. She could spoil them in other ways there. “Are you booking us solid? Because we do want some naked time even in Italy.” Zach tugged his shirt off. It wasn’t an order. They loved to tease, but she could feel when they shifted from equal and normal to the sexy power play. “Not at all. Just checking a few things. And then making the plane arrangements home.” “Home?” Jack asked. “You don’t want to go home after Italy?” she asked. “Sure. American food and sports are something I’m missing bad.” Zach sat up. “Flying first class is pretty sweet, too.” Jack rolled his eyes at his brother. “Are you sure you’re ready to go back home?” he asked Denise. She smiled. “Why don’t you two get some sun on the terrace, and I’ll be out there in a minute?” “The terrace?” Jack asked. “Yeah, leave those French doors open so we get a breeze.” Zach headed out, turning off the TV as he went. “I’m in. Nothing good on anyway.” Jack lingered and kissed her shoulder. “It’s weird how no one looked at us funny. Three people in one hotel suite.” Denise shrugged. “The couch pulls out. They might think we’re trying to save money. It’s Paris. Do you care what people think?” He smiled. “No. I just don’t want you to feel embarrassed or exposed by it. All this travel is great but…” “Go sit and hang with your brother. I’ll be right there.” Denise stood and kissed him. She closed her laptop and waited until he’d gone out to sit at the table on their large sunny terrace.

How could they ever think she was embarrassed? She would be lucky to have one man like them; having two was a gift she’d never take for granted. Seeing the bad side of things, part of her couldn’t regret Carl—at least the first time. She learned a lot about what she didn’t want from that experience. And Jack and Zach would never let her ego get so big again that she’d fire them. Not that she could fire her Masters. After changing into a sheer black piece of lingerie that lifted her breasts and had a seethrough skirt that left everything open to attention, she grabbed a few condoms and lube packets and slid them between her breasts. She put the nipple clamp back on and felt the rush of being possessed by two wonderful Masters. She trembled, but it wasn’t nearly as good as when the men toyed with her. Primed for the fun, she almost forgot the pieces of papers for the guys and her robe. Business first—then all the pleasure they could stand. The satin robe covered all of her and went to the floor. She walked out and let the sun warm her skin. Grabbing the free chair between them, she set down a sheet of paper in front of each man. “Pin number, bank accounts and my passwords.” “What the hell for?” Jack asked. “We’re not those sorts of Masters, Denise. I thought that was clear. We don’t own you, your money or control your life.” She leaned over and kissed him. “I know, and that’s what I want. I love you both so much. But secrets are what got us all in trouble. If I’d told you about the emails from Carl, you’d have known and been ready for an attack.” “We were ready, he’s sneaky and insane.” Zach folded the paper. “And if we’d told you about Carl’s original plans for you, you’d have never spoken to him and brought any communications straight to the nearest Raider employee.” Jack’s eye caught her. “It’s true. We started this secret crap trying to protect you. We saved a lot of women from a fate I never wanted you to even think was possible.” She smiled. “I’m glad I know what I know. I don’t need details or any more. You were trying to protect me. I was trying to fix my mistakes and protect you from Carl. The best way to do that is what you told me that first day when you showed up to take over my life. Keep nothing from you, and I’ll be fine. I didn’t tell you about my lifestyle so I really started all the lies. And I don’t want any, every again. No secrets of any kind. You can read any emails, take any money you need and open the house safe. I’ll get you copies of keys when we’re home. I left all but one house key at home.”

“We don’t need this. We trust you. After what we’ve all been through, we’re beyond this.” Zach pushed the sheet of paper back. “It’s a gesture.” She shrugged and gripped the cast iron chair arm for strength. “I know you both work. You don’t need my money. But I want us to be together, forever. No more mine or yours. It’s all ours now. Please say yes. It’s the only way I’ll ever feel safe and truly transparent to you.” Zach and Jack both pocketed the pieces of paper without looking them. “We’re not going anywhere without you.” Zach tugged her from the chair to his lap and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Good. Because going home might be odd. People will wonder why you’re both living with me.” She blushed. Jack pulled her legs up into his lap and the robe fell to reveal her bare up to her knees. “You need a lot of protection. Live in bodyguards are hardly odd for a rich California heiress.” “That’s true. Plus Paris Hilton’s sex tape leaked, and she got more popular. Let them think what they want. Two hot men like you all to myself; it’ll be all over TMZ in no time.” She scooted down in Zach’s lap. “You want us to tape you and show it around?” Jack slid his hands up her legs. “No!” She looked around at the view. They were very high up. There were no other windows close by, at least none that were open. “I don’t need to be seen on tape. I don’t care about being in the press or going clubbing. I went through that stage in college, but all the coverage of Carl and that trauma taught me the value of privacy. I’d much rather keep you to myself. If women saw you in those tapes…” She rubbed her rump over Zach’s growing cock and let her toes tease Jack’s. “Maybe we should take this discussion inside?” Zach suggested. “No. Here.” She wanted them to know she would fulfill their fantasies. Maybe not letting others watch her directly, but outside or in public with no one knowing turned her on. “Here?” Jack asked. “She’s teasing.” Zach reached for the knot on her robe. “Wait, one last thing.” Jack’s tone was serious. “We need to talk about going home. Denise, are you sure you want to go back to California? Carl is in prison there, and people know what you went through. Not in detail but a fresh start might feel good?”

She smiled. “I was thinking about trying out some other places. My cousin lives in New York. That might be good for the summer, but I hate snow.” “They just opened a Raiders branch in Texas, no snow and plenty of land.” Zach kissed the back of her neck. “You wouldn’t mind moving with me? Obviously, you don’t have to work if you don’t want to. I’d much rather have you covering me non-stop, but dragging you away from where you’ve lived all your lives isn’t fair.” She wanted them to come with her, but she’d go wherever they were. The diva ruled no more, except when she wanted a spanking! Jack shook his head. “If we work on you all the time, you’ll be spoiled rotten. No, you need a little alone time to appreciate us. What about that charity foundation you wanted to start for abused women? That’ll take time.” “Right. True. Well, if Raiders can branch out, so can I. We’ll start in Texas since winter is coming and try New York in the spring. I’ll email Andrea, and she’ll probably come and visit. Maybe bring Penny since fashion season is over. It’ll be great.” Denise breathed easier knowing they would be far away from Carl, and with friends and near a Raiders branch. “She won’t have any time for us. We better put her to work now.” Zach tugged the robe free. Denise let it drop, and the Zach’s groan rumbled up her back. Jack stared at her body hungrily. “Like my new outfit?” “Here? Really?” Jack whispered. She nodded. “We can’t be too loud. But I like the idea of being out in the sun. We’ll have to put a big sun room on the back of the house we build in Texas. I want to be near Penny’s family. She married a Raider. We’ll be very safe, you’ll have work, and her family is wealthy. I’ll fit in, I hope.” “You’ll fit in anywhere. But dressed like that… Texas probably has a law against it.” Zach pinched her bottom. “Only for you.” She tugged the supplies free from her bodice and left one nipple exposed to the breeze. “You’re serious. Very good.” Jack unzipped his fly then revealed her other breast to the natural sun rays and teased the clamp. “A sun room is an excellent idea.”

She shivered and leaned over, licking his growing cock. “Please, both of you.” She kissed his sac. “Try and escape.” Zach’s fingers worked her pussy from behind. “Already wet and ready.” She moaned in agreement and reached for a condom. Once Jack was covered, she shifted, straddled his hips and lowered herself onto the cock that had worked over her ass this morning. “Nice and quiet. Very good.” Zach lubed her rear and tapped his latex-wrapped cock to her. “Ready for more?” She nodded as Jack throbbed inside her. Leaning forward as much as she could, she offered her ass to the man who would always push her a little farther. Zach pulled his chair closer, and Jack moved up, leaning her back. They were such a team! She leaned against Zach, and he slowly stretched her ass. The heat and the intense sparks flew through her lower body as the sun beat down on her breasts. Just as she was filled by both men, she closed her eyes and let the heat spread. They didn’t need to give her the order, by their position choice, she knew what she had to do. Riding them slowly, she leaned from one to the other. No rush, no hurry and no reason to run. She had them forever. A snap and a shot of delicious pain shot through her breast. Her moan was loud, and Zach covered her mouth with his hand as Jack licked around her new present. Or the other half of her earlier reward. Opening her eyes, she looked at Jack. He smiled, recognizing her gratitude and pleasure even if his brother kept her from speaking. She’d earned it, and that made it so much sweeter. Jack stood slowly and tilted her back on Zach’s cock. Fucking Denise hard, Jack gripped her hips, and she did her best to ride on Zach as well. So good! She said anything and everything she felt against Zach’s big hand. The orgasm hit as she looked into Jack’s eyes and saw how much he enjoyed her like this. Her arms curled around his neck, trusting the men to hold her and move her wherever they wanted. When Jack’s thumb flicked her clit, she knew this time they’d make her come as many times as they could. Another of their little games she loved so much. Almost as much as she loved them.

About the Author

A lover of unusual things, Cheryl Dragon enjoys writing unique stories with sinfully hot erotic romance. Her two favorite settings are Las Vegas and New Orleans...where anything can happen! Cheryl lives in the Chicagoland area with her deaf albino cat.

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