BRIELLE
My mouth has written a lot of checks tonight. But with the exception of bodily fluids and knife play, nothing Thorin has listed is that shocking. I didn’t agree to anything I haven’t fantasized about or tried on my own. Still… three men. That prudish little voice in my head taunts me. Really? You reaaaally think you can handle all that? Just because you tried two skinny dildos at once, doesn’t make you Queen of Cock-Taking.
Mal, the big guy still wearing the suit, writes everything down. I peek at him over my shoulder, appreciating his broad shoulders and the exquisite tailoring of his suit coat around his biceps. He’s handsome, but it’s understated somehow. Like, his individual features aren’t exceptional. Square jaw, full lips, dark eyes. But the package is more than the parts. He’s expressive in a way that’s hard to ignore.
And then the contract is done. The negotiations settled. Mal sets the notes aside and eyes me like I’m a puzzle to be sorted out. Thorin stretches his neck from side to side, his eyes bright with focused excitement. “Are you ready? Or would you rather get some water or a snack first?”
I giggle nervously and it’s such an uncharacteristic sound for me to make that it almost doesn’t even register that it came from me. “Sorry, I’m nervous...” I pause and clear my throat. If I leave now, I’m not sure the chances of me coming back are very high. I want this so badly — have wanted it for as long as I can remember — and the idea of walking away now feels like self-betrayal.
“I’m ready now.” Am I, though? I’m about to hand my body over to complete strangers, and we haven’t even kissed. Negotiating felt more like a business transaction than foreplay, but, for me, that actually lowered the intimidation factor. Business I get, and removing myself emotionally makes it a whole lot easier to be honest. If I’m not talking about me, I can say anything out loud.
Yes, that woman wants to be choked. Is she comfortable deep-throating? Absolutely. Praise kink? Hell, yes. Degradation? Bring it on.
Thorin grins as Leo steps toward me, running a hand up my arm, fingers brushing over my skin. He leans down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. My core clenches and the hairs on the back of my neck prickle, diffusing into a full body buzz when he whispers. “Don’t be nervous. We’ll take care of you.” There’s a teasing edge to his words that doesn’t exactly make me less jittery. If anything, it makes anticipation spiral up around me like a cocoon of adrenaline.
A wall presses at me from behind, but then I realize it’s not a wall. It’s a rock-hard slab of muscle hiding behind an expensive suit. A strong arm wraps around my shoulder, the hand gripping the column of my throat, forcing my chin up. My head falls back on Mal’s shoulder, the position arching my back. I close my eyes, relaxing against him with a purposefully controlled breath.
“So pretty,” he growls in my ear, a hand squeezing my breast roughly. My skin hums with barely contained electricity as Leo captures my mouth with his. It’s not the kind of first kiss I’m used to. He doesn’t brush his lips over mine. He doesn’t hesitate or test the proverbial waters. He takes. His tongue plunges between my lips, possessive and hard. He growls in the back of his throat, and that one little sound makes my heartbeat pound triple-time.
Unseen fingers find the zipper at my side, inching it down with rasping clicks. Mal takes advantage of the loosened bodice, a rough hand slipping underneath. His fingers roll my nipple, plucking at it until it’s hard and tight, the ache pouring through my body.
The unmistakable sound of rope whips through the air, making my breath hitch. I can’t see Thorin, but I’m pretty sure I have an idea of what he’s up to. Mal turns us, and there’s the sexy-as-fuck Viking. He cracks his neck, and glances over at me with dark promise in his eyes as he unbundles a length of rope. I shift my weight from one foot to the other, pressing my thighs together. “Someone’s excited…” Mal’s voice purrs in my ear. He flexes those fingers on my throat, possessively holding me closer. A soft moan vibrates in my throat on every exhale, the ache growing inside me already begging to be eased.
“Tell me your safe word, Pet. Show me you know how to use it.” Leo nips at my earlobe, hard enough to make me gasp, but the pain warms, rippling down my neck.
“R-red,” I pant.
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, and I preen at the praise. Maybe it’s because I never go looking for external validation, but oh god, the way he says it sends shivers racing down my spine. He kneels, unfastening the straps around each of my ankles. He lifts my feet one at a time, and gently slips my heels off. “You won’t be needing those,” he says, winking at me as he stands again.
Leo’s heavy hands slide my dress down my shoulders to hang at my waist. Cool air teases my breasts. I reach up to cover myself, but Mal tuts, pulling my arms behind my body. He loops a forearm under my elbows, lifting my arms behind me and trapping them between us with ease.
“Don’t you dare hide from us, Pet,” he growls in a rough reprimand, his free hand circling my throat. Leo watches, his expression avid.
I’m physically helpless in under a second, my heart racing. It’s not that I’m trying to get away. Not at all. I’m just not used to men who don’t treat me like I’m made of paper-thin glass and dandelion fluff. The reality finally hits: I’m going to get exactly what I came here for.
It sinks in, and the realization is such a fucking relief. The deep-seated fear and shame that I’ve carried for so long melts away. Those quiet internal whispers that always made me feel like I’m somehow… wrong. Abnormal. A freak. Those whispers take a hike, chased away by men who not only don’t bat a lash at my fantasies, but welcome the chance to fulfill them. Enthusiastically.
I can’t look away as Leo lowers his mouth to my nipple, eyes locked on mine. He draws my entire areola between his lips in a hot, wet, open-mouthed kiss before dragging his teeth over the buzzing peak.
“Look at her squirm,” Mal chuckles, his lips buried in my hair. “She can’t press those thighs together hard enough. Give her a bite, Leo.”
A smug expression flashes through Leo’s eyes as he gazes up at me. The suckling of his tongue dancing over that tight little bundle of nerves is enough to make me weak in the knees, but when he bites down, increasing the pressure and baring his teeth, my legs just about give out.
Holy shit. I might be in over my head, but I have never felt this good. I arch harder against Mal’s steel hold, trying to push my breasts closer to Leo’s mouth, but neither of them seems willing to give me more, no matter how hard I try to push it.
Mal brushes feathery kisses along my ear. “Such a greedy pet. You can’t get enough of his mouth, can you?”
“No…” I moan, and I really can’t. Every flick of his tongue, every nip and scrape, is heaven renewed, over and over again. But Leo pulls back and aims a short smack at my nipple, making me gasp as the intensity roils through my bloodstream.
“No, what?” Leo’s eyes go hard. “You said you know what you’re doing here. Is that how you talk to a dom?”
“No, sir,” I cry out. My core trembles, and I flush as I feel a drip of arousal roll down my thigh. I can’t turn to see Mal’s face, but I do my best. “No, sir. I can’t get enough. I want his mouth everywhere. I’m a greedy pet.”
“Yes, you are.” Leo smirks and grabs the dress, still bunched at my waist, shimmying it the rest of the way down my hips. It falls to a puddle of liquid silk on the floor around my feet, and when I peek down at him, he’s on his knees, and the dark lust in his expression takes the breath right out of my lungs.
I am so, so glad I skipped the panties.