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Her throat tightened when she continued. “But it really
isn’t okay that you tried to pull this over on me. I mean, it’s practically
rape, isn’t it? I said no when you asked me out at the office.”

“But you had the chance to say no, or use your safe word,
before we got started,” Brad argued. “No one forced you.”

“I know. I thought it out and made the decision and I stand
by it, don’t worry. But I’m still not happy that you tricked me into coming
here.”

“We thought it was the only way to get you to try a scene
with us.” Marc took her hand and pulled her to her feet, sliding away from Brad
to make room for her on the bench. He continued to hold her hand after she sat,
running his thumb over the backs of her fingers. “I can’t speak for Brad, but I
have wanted the chance to show you how good we could be together, practically
since we started working together. Our methods might be suspect, but the
feelings behind them are real.”

Lori stared at their joined hands, letting his words sink
in. There’d always been chemistry between the three of them. Now that she knew
what that chemistry was capable of creating, it would be hard to go back to
just working together.

Were they grown-up enough to pull it off, keeping sex out of
the office? Hell, was she? Where did they go from here? “So, you guys had the
right idea. Assuming I swallow down the pissy part of me that doesn’t like
being tricked, what did you have in mind after this?”

That put them on the spot. She could watch for reactions and
see if this was just a one-night stand. In reality, a one-nighter would be the
easiest way to go back to normal life. But she wasn’t sure she wanted normal
again.

Brad leaned forward and looked at Marc. “I think we kind of
hoped you’d like it and want more.”

“More. More scenes at the club? Just keep it at kinky sex
between friends?”

“Why not let it happen naturally?” Marc asked. “If you
enjoyed tonight and want to try more, let’s not set limits. We’ll plan another
night and if that works, another, and see where it takes us.”

She met Brad’s eyes as he nodded. “Can I set some ground
rules at work? I can’t go around calling you guys Master there. And if you
start ordering me to get your coffee or sodas, people will notice something is
up. We have to keep it casual there.”

“That makes sense. We’ll leave the sub training for after
hours.”

“Training?”

“Yeah. We’ll help you find your limits and what you enjoy.
It’s called training. Doms and subs all need training to ensure the safety of
everyone involved, physically and emotionally.”

Lori wondered if that training would cover how to have a
sexual relationship with these guys without getting her heart involved.

Chapter Five

On Monday morning, Lori sifted through her phone messages as
usual, squirming at the tenderness of a few places on her butt. She’d never
realized how firmly padded her office chair was.

She’d have to plan for discomfort if she was going to
continue her sub training. The distraction of pain was great to get out of her
head and focus on what her body felt during a scene, but it didn’t help her
focus on the job. She’d researched more on the internet Sunday evening, and
learned many people chose this for a full-time lifestyle. How did they let go
at work?

Each twinge reminded her of the flogger Brad had used on
her. Which brought on memories of her skirt up around her waist and her top on the
floor. Of the two men naked and hard for her. Oh, yeah, the memories…

Stop.
She needed to focus. On the multiplayer war
game account. Flipping on the monitor, she logged in and waited for her
company’s software to load. Sounds outside her cubicle pulled her attention.

“Morning.” Brad leaned his head in the opening.

“Morning.”

“How are you doing?”

“Fine. Thanks.”

He smiled. “Good. Anything urgent in the messages?”

She shook her head.

“Good. I’ll see you in the morning meeting.” He tipped his
head and left.

Lori stared at the empty space where he’d been. That was it?
That was all he was going to say after the night they’d shared? Of course,
she’d been the one who insisted on professionalism. But still, he should at
least whisper some silly comment about how good she’d been.

As she wondered about his lack of response, Marc filled the
doorway. “Hey. Happy Monday.”

She grinned. As if. “Right back atcha.”

“You look good this morning.”

“As opposed to other mornings?”

He winked. “You look especially good. Gotta get to work.
I’ll catch up with you later.”

So that was how they were going to play it. If she’d known
it was going to be this easy, she’d have dated one of them a long time ago.

But they weren’t really dating, were they? What would you
call an evening at a BDSM club? Her vocabulary didn’t cover that. Nor the fact
that both men were involved. Speaking of awkward. She tried to remind herself
that her main goal was to accept the idea there were men out there who were
capable of meeting her needs, romantically and sexually. It wasn’t about Marc,
Brad, or a relationship. All thoughts to the contrary needed to be squelched.

With that in mind, she pulled up her notes and reviewed what
she needed for the meeting.

* * * * *

Marc met up with Brad at Unfettered for their second session
with Lori, their first without the masks. Both men wore their usual comfortable
black slacks, Brad with a blue t-shirt and Marc’s bronze colored. He liked the
way bronze showed off his eyes, but he’d never let his friend know that.

“Where are the toys?” Brad asked.

“I didn’t ask for any,” Marc said. “The only thing we need
tonight is this.” He pointed to the bed centered against the far wall. The four
bedposts would be perfect for restraint, but he wasn’t playing that game
tonight.

“Tonight we teach her the truth about control. It’s not
being tied up or shackled. It means turning yourself over to your master.
Completely.”

“Oh, good one.” Brad grinned.

“I thought so. We’re going to make love to Miz Meadows very
slowly. I mean it might take all night. We’ll tell her when to come, of course.
But she’s to remain in whatever position we put her in, with only the force of
our commands.”

Brad walked around to the far side of the bed, looking down
at the bare sheet as if Lori lay there already. A knock at the door drew their
attention and Lori walked in, wearing exactly what he had instructed when he
set up the evening.

Her simple black dress hugged her curves without shouting
slut. Her heavy breasts hung free, and his hands itched to cup them. Her pale
skin looked slightly flushed and he wondered if she was embarrassed or excited.

Marc stepped toward her. “Close the door.”

She did.

“You look beautiful, as I expected you would,” he told her.
He circled with barely a breath of air between them, feeling the warmth of her
body, inhaling her scent. From the crease between her brows, he knew she was
confused, waiting for instruction. “I’m glad you joined us tonight. I’ve been
looking forward to it all week.”

Brad came and lifted her hand to his lips. He assumed the
raspy edge to his voice that he had used before to disguise it. “Hello again.
Master Q is correct, you look…well, good enough to eat.”

Lori smiled. “Hello.”

“The ground rules remain the same,” Marc began. “You’ll call
us Master C and Master Q. Safe word is chartreuse. You will do what you’re told
by either of us. Most importantly, you will not come until you are told.
Special instructions for tonight are these: you may not touch us with your
hands unless we tell you to. We won’t be using any restraints on you, but we
expect you to hold a position as if we were. Do you understand?”

She met his gaze. “I think so, Master Q. Except, why call
you Master Q when I know who you are?”

“Who am I?”

“You’re Marc Quinn.”

“No, once I entered this club I became Master Q. It’s not a
name I use for playing games. It’s who I am. If you agree to be here with me,
you’re accepting me as your master. You’re acknowledging your willingness to do
what I tell you without question. You’re agreeing to the role of sub while you are
in this club.”

“Oh, I get it. So the names and…” She tugged at her tight
dress. “The clothes remind us what’s going on.”

“Yes. Some subs prefer to wear a collar or piece of jewelry
when they are in that role. We can deal with that later. For now, the names
will do. We must be clear before we begin. Repeat your instructions as you
understand them.” He stopped pacing and stood in front of her, feet spread,
shoulders back, hands clasped behind him.

“My safe word is chartreuse, I will follow all orders either
of you give me. I can’t touch you unless ordered. And I must treat your words
as physical restraints when commanded.”

He smiled. Of course she understood, but he wasn’t going to
allow confusion to mar their night. Making assumptions when a sub turned over
their safety would lead to dangerous risks. “Very good, sub.”

Marc glanced at Brad, who nodded and moved to stand next to
him. When he looked at Lori again, he noticed her eyes roaming over Brad’s body
and a wave of jealousy rocked through him.
Shit.
He’d never had trouble
sharing before. But he’d never met anyone like Lori before.

Shaking off the emotion, he spoke to Lori. “Take off your
dress and hand it to Master C.”

Bending slightly, she grasped the skirt sides and lifted,
pulling the fabric slowly up and over her head. Her porcelain skin was bared
inch by luscious, succulent inch, and his cock swelled in anticipation.
Down,
boy, we’ve got a long night ahead.

Brad shook out the dress and draped it over a chair, then
came back to Marc’s side. “Woman, you are perfect dressed like that.”

Looking at her only garment, those seductive black pumps,
Marc had to agree. “You have excellent taste in shoes.” Her breasts, with their
pale-peach nipples, weren’t falsely perky, but sat low and full, the way he
loved them. Rounded hips, fleshy belly and thighs, all womanly and seductive.
Reaching up, he ran fingertips over her right shoulder and down her arm.

Brad followed suit and took hold of her hand, palm up. He
kissed her there, and on her wrist, working slowly upwards. Between them, they
kissed and laved her upper body as she stood, moaning and gasping at the
sensations they aroused.

Marc cupped her breast and suckled the nipple, tugging at it
with his teeth, absorbing the soft vanilla fragrance of her. He had a thing for
breasts, and would be content to spend hours playing with hers, but he noticed
Brad had dropped to his knees and was working over her lower abdomen.

With a sigh and one last pinch of her flesh, Marc moved
behind Lori and kissed the small of her back. She wriggled as if startled. He
grabbed her hips. “Easy, woman. You weren’t told to move.”

“I’m sorry, Master. I will try.”

“No,” Brad said. “You will remain still.”

She sighed. “Yes, Master C.”

Marc grinned and went back to work, nipping her round butt
cheeks. He grasped one in each hand and squeezed, loving the feeling. Even when
she clenched her muscles there was enough meat to hold on to. He spread them
and watched her anus twitch. Licking down one side of her cleft, he circled the
puckered skin with the tip of his tongue.

Lori hissed and her hips jerked away from him.

“You’ve been warned already. This time you’ve earned
punishment.”

“I’m sorry, Master. Thank you for caring enough to punish
me.”

His cock jumped at those words. She was getting into the
scene, exactly what he’d hoped for. Making her wait to be punished would allow
the anticipation to build. He was far from finished with her ass.

He continued to lick and kiss her, nipping at her curves.
“Spread your legs.”

She did and he moved his hands to spread her pussy from
behind. Brad was toying with her clit, and her juices were flowing.

“It’s a good thing we didn’t tell you not to enjoy this,” he
said, fingering her wetness. He spread her moisture back toward her anus and
worked a finger inside. She clenched hard around him. “So tight. Do you enjoy
being fucked in the ass, sub?”

“Yes,” she answered softly.

“Speak up when I ask you a question.”

“Yes Master. I enjoy it when you and Master C fuck my ass.”

“That’s good. We plan to do that a lot.”

Her muscles loosened quickly around his finger, and the
second one he slipped inside. His cock throbbed with the need to be there. It
was time to move on.

Marc stood and pulled off his shirt. Brad took his cue and
did the same, and opened his fly as he moved to the far side of the bed.

“Come lie down in the middle of the bed,” Brad instructed.

Lori did after kicking off her shoes, and Marc enjoyed the
view of her ass as she crawled to the center. He tugged off his pants and
shoes, stroking his cock while Lori stretched out.

She lay somewhat awkwardly, stiff and uncertain, until Brad
sat next to her and lifted her arms over her head. “Keep your arms here until
we tell you otherwise.”

“Yes, Master C.”

Marc settled into the near side of the bed, letting his eyes
roam her entire body. He stroked the inside of her thigh. “Spread your legs.”

Shifting slightly, she parted them, then followed the tug of
his hand to widen the distance. He grabbed a handful of flesh at the top of her
leg. “So sexy. You are definitely all woman.”

When he parted her pussy lips, she gasped. He was grateful
his head was turned so she wouldn’t see him smile. If she knew what her body
did to him, the little sounds she made, that would be dangerous. The way her
nipples tightened as he watched, or her pussy moistened all because of his
touch, his look. Fuck, that really got to him.