Bailey, Debbie - Stephanie's Homecoming [Men of Kinsey 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (11 page)

The curtain on the booth had been pulled across, and Steph watched as Tia pushed a small button and waited. Kane opened the curtain, thanked Tia, and pulled Steph into the booth and hurriedly closed the curtain without saying a word.

All they heard, even through her laughter, was Tia saying, “Well that was rude,” as she walked away.

Kane quickly pulled Stephanie onto his lap and brought his mouth down on hers.
God, the man can kiss!
Without taking his lips from hers, Kane reached a hand up and started to undo the top button on her dress.

When she had finally been able to get dressed this morning, she’d decided that since they would be taking her to the club, she wanted to look a little sexier for them and had put away the clothes she’d originally had on and pulled out her favorite flirty dress and her cowboy boots. The dress she’d decided to wear had buttons all the way up the front. The light, pale-blue cotton always felt great against her skin. She’d never been one for fancy dresses because in her line of work there was just no place for them. Give her a worn pair of 501s and a T-shirt, and she was usually good to go. But tonight she wanted to look a little prettier, a little sexier. Both Kane and Turk had dressed comfortably as well. Turk had on a well-worn pair of black leather pants that showed off his long legs and great ass and made her the envy of every woman at the paper that watched her walk out with him. Kane wore a pair of tight button-fly jeans and a white T-shirt. She’d always loved how well his body was built. He was large all over, mind you, most people were large in comparison to her five three frame. But with Kane, when he wrapped his arms around her, she always felt so dainty and feminine.

When he finally released her lips, her dress was open to the waist, and he’d managed to unclip the front closure of her bra in the process.

She didn’t realize that the table could be moved out of the way to make it easier for Turk to lift her onto his lap, until his hands had gripped her waist, and she was across the booth straddling his lap.

“Well now, look what Master Kane has uncovered for me.” He smiled and pushed her dress down far enough to trap her arms. Nuzzling at the top of her breast, Turk nibbled his way across her chest to swipe his tongue over the other exposed nipple. His large, callused hand rested on one of her shoulders and then moved to gently caress down her back until he cupped her ass.

* * * *

Kane sat back, allowing Turk this time with their woman. He knew that Stephanie still had strong feelings for him, but he wanted her to develop those same feelings for his friend.

Watching the two most important people in his life enjoying each other was an incredible turn-on. He’d waited for the day when he and Turk would share Stephanie. Now with her home and willing to open herself up to new experiences, the sky was the limit.

“Fuck, baby, you are exquisite. I could spend hours just sitting like this feeling your soft skin against me,” Turk said in an almost-whispered voice.

Kane could tell by the look on his friend’s face that Stephanie was smiling at him. Leaning forward, she gently kissed Turk’s lips and tried to wrap her arms around him. But because of the way her dress was pulled down, she could only grab hold of his biceps.

Kane laughed softly and moved to put her dress on properly again, but Turk wasn’t having any part of it and growled at him, “You’re supposed to be helping remove her dress, Kane, not putting it back on.” Turk tried swatting at his hands to no avail.

“We need to get some food into her, and I don’t want all her pretty bits put on display for the waitstaff, at least not yet, maybe in a few months we’ll have her sit naked and eat here, but today I don’t think she’ll be comfortable with it.” He gently lifted her up and stood her in front of him and started buttoning her dress again, all the while listening to Turk grumble about too many buttons and how they should be undone. Once he had Steph reasonably covered again, he sat her down on the bench in between the two of them and then helped Turk pull the table back into place.

Pushing a button on the wall beside him, within minutes, a young male sub appeared with a trolley full of food. Quickly and without a word, the waiter placed all the plates on the table and left, closing the curtain behind him.

“I had everything ordered in advance because I wasn’t sure how long we were going to be able to last in this booth with you.” Leaning over, he kissed her temple and started filling a plate for her.

“I can get my own food, Kane,” she said, and the moment it was out of her mouth she realized what she’d done.

Kane placed the plate on the table and leaned back with his arm stretched out along the behind her. Bowing her head, she peeked through the hair that hung over her face.

“Since we haven’t had the time to set down formal protocol as of yet, I’ll let that one pass, but from now on, when we are at the club or in our home, you will let us take care of you, and you will trust us to tend to your needs.” He didn’t think she was quite ready to know yet that he and Turk wanted to take care of her always. She was an extremely strong-willed woman, and they would never want to squash that independence, but both men wanted to make the rest of her life as happy as possible, and for them that meant spoiling her rotten.

“I’m sorry, sir, it will take me some time to know what you want from me, but I will try my best.”

“Stephanie, look at me,” Kane said softly with an indulgent smile on his face.

“We don’t go for the strict protocol, but there will be certain areas that we will always be in charge of. Your well-being is one of them. Making sure you are eating properly is just something you’re going to have to get used to with us just as there will be things we will have to get used to with you. We have all the time in the world, angel eyes, so why don’t we relax and you let your Masters take care of you tonight.”

Kane filled both his and Turk’s plates with food and then stood beside the bench seat and said, “Come here, Steph, I want you to sit on my lap so I can feed you better.”

Quickly, she slid across the bench and stood in front of Kane, obviously not wanting to do something she wasn’t supposed to do. From the way she was behaving, it looked like she had decided to go with the idea of doing everything they asked of her, at least for tonight. Maybe it was her way to get a better understanding of the both of them.

Sitting back down, Kane pulled her to sit on his lap and picked up his fork. As she watched him scoop some of the delicious-looking food onto the utensil, Stephanie couldn’t help but feel absolutely cherished. Opening her mouth, the flavorful food burst onto her taste buds, and she let out a small moan.

“Oh, sir, that was delicious. The steak is just the way I like it, too, well-done but not burnt.”

* * * *

Stephanie giggled when Turk leaned across the table with a forkful of cheesy scalloped potatoes for her to try. Opening her mouth, she closed her eyes and sighed after swallowing the tasty dish. She had never felt so cared for in all her life. When she’d read about Dom/sub relationships online, a lot of places wrote of how a good Dom cherishes his sub and loves to make her or him happy. When she’d met Donavan and Meg, she’d seen it in reality, but she had thought it a fluke. She didn’t think, at the time, that any Dom would be able to make her feel adored. But now, sitting on Kane’s lap with both men feeding her, she not only felt cherished but also that this relationship could actually work.

She hadn’t wanted to give in to them so easily, but they had shown such patience and love to her that it had been impossible to keep them out of her heart. She’d known that her feelings for Kane were stronger than ever, but they were also just as strong for Turk. Even though she’d known him only a very short time, they had connected immediately, just as she and Kane had all those years ago. She didn’t want to remember her stupidity ten years ago, but even though it caused both Kane and her great heartache, it also gave her a chance to become the woman that she was today. Maybe she hadn’t been strong enough to handle what Kane wanted to give her back then, but today she could handle anything he wanted to do to her, as long as he wanted her.

* * * *

Kane was quite happy with Stephanie snuggled on his lap while he fed her. He’d dreamed of doing just this small thing with her. He’d never been one for high protocol with a submissive. He and Turk both preferred her to be submissive in the bedroom and club only, but a lot of the women that they had hooked up with wanted to be submissive twenty-four-seven, and for them, that was just too much. They didn’t want to have to make every decision for their sub or have her wait on them hand and foot. That was just way too weird for them. They knew of couples and ménage relationships that were full-time Dom/sub relationships, and they worked just great. It just wasn’t the type they wanted.

After they’d all finished eating, Turk pulled the table out and then lifted Steph from Kane’s lap and then sat back down with her on his. Kane laughed and said, “Sorry, buddy, I kinda hogged her through dinner. She just felt so good sitting all snuggled up on my lap. Next time you get her through the whole meal. That is, unless she is the meal.” He waggled his eyebrows at Stephanie.

Pushing the button to call the waiter, he was surprised when Tia opened the curtain. She removed all the dishes from the table to her cart and then stood with her hands behind her back and waited.

“What is it, Tia? You know you don’t use high protocol with us,” Kane said.

“Master Kane and Master Turk, will you allow me to take your sub to the spa tomorrow. It’s Saturday, and my Masters take me every Saturday. A lot of the other subs also attend, so it would give Stephanie a good chance to meet some of the others.” Tia bowed her head slightly, but they all could see the little smile she was trying to hide.

Kane looked over at Turk and winked as he stood towering over the petite sub.

“Well now, maybe you should ask a little nicer.” Tia’s head snapped up, her eyes glaring at him.

“That’s not a particularly submissive look on your face, Tia. Maybe I should have your Masters take you to the punishment room. Or maybe…they’ll let Turk and I give you the punishment ourselves,” he said in a quiet voice.

“I don’t bloody well think so,” Stephanie snarled and tried to get up off of Turk’s lap, but he just held her tighter the more she tried to wiggle free.

“You’ll touch no other woman,
Master
Kane, that’s for damn sure.” Stephanie realized, the minute they all looked at each other and burst out laughing, that she’d just laid claim to them.

“Oh, Stephanie, you are going to be such fun to have around,” Tia said and kissed her cheek before exiting the booth and pulling the curtain closed behind her.

“That was some outburst, kitten. You realize now that you are now ours to claim, ours to spoil and protect and love.” Turk’s words were like whispers across her skin as he kissed and nipped down the side of her neck.

Kane was standing watching Stephanie’s face at Turk’s mention of love. She had such a peaceful contentment about her now, and it was almost as if she’d been waiting for them.

After a slow, lingering, toe-curling kiss from Turk, he stood her on her feet in front of Kane.

Kane had loved this little bit of a woman for what seemed like forever, and now to have her standing in front of him was something out of a dream.

“Ten years ago you ran from me without giving me a chance to explain things to you. When you left, you took part of my heart with you, Stephanie. Back then I wanted to be the one to introduce you into the BDSM lifestyle, but you didn’t trust me enough. Now you’ve come home and have realized the mistake you made, but not only that you’ve grown into a stronger woman because of it. We can’t get those years back, baby, but we can move forward from here. I love you more than life itself, and Turk, I’m sure, feels the same way. After the little display with Tia, you’ve shown us that you have, at least some, pretty territorial feelings for us as well, but is it love, or is it something that, when the first misunderstanding happens, you’ll run again? You have to decide that one for yourself, angel eyes.” Kane reached a hand out and gently cupped her cheek. “We want to take you to our playroom upstairs, baby. Are you up for it, or do you want to wait for a while longer? I’ve waited ten years for you. I can wait a little longer,” he said softly.

Looking up at him with the most trusting expression in her eyes. Stephanie said, “I’m ready for whatever punishment you have for me, sir. I can’t turn back the clock and change the mistake that I made all those years ago, but I want you to know that I have never stopped loving you, and now”—she turned, holding her hand out to Turk—“now, I have not only the love of one incredible man, but two. I will never make the mistake again of not trusting either of you. I am and always will be your little sub. I know I have a whole lot to learn, but with two such handsome Masters to teach me, it shouldn’t be too long before I’m better trained.”