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He stiffened and set her away from him at arm’s length. “Holy shit, Lois! Do you women share all the goods? It wasn’t quite like that. And it didn’t happen.”

“It’s okay,” she teased. “I suppose it won’t be too awkward having dinner with a Dom and a sub who nearly had my Dom in their bed.”

“It wouldn’t have been a bed, honey,” he said. “It was never a bed. I was mostly a third and while double penetration might seem intimate, and I mostly liked the women, there was no real intimacy.”

He paused to yank her close again and claimed her mouth, his tongue demanding entrance, dueling with her own, until she sagged against him. “Our time with you in Jon’s bed is intimacy. And you just told me I’m your Dom.”

Her heart ached in response to the remembered loneliness in his voice because it so closely mirrored her own. He doused his with lots of kink and sex. She sublimated hers by being a caregiver.

He rubbed her back then patted her ass. “We’re keeping them waiting. I’d much rather dine here, strip those sexy little pieces of lace off you, but waiting will make tonight all the sweeter.”

She slipped away to finish dressing and he followed suit, donning a blue button-down shirt that exactly matched his eyes, dark slacks, and a blazer. Her new silky brown dress met his approval. He drew a fingertip down her bare arm, and her nipples hardened instantly, visible behind the fabric despite her bra. The heels elevated her almost to his shoulder.

“Lois, you look tremendous. I guess never seeing you in anything other than jeans or just your skin made me forget how much women like to dress up.”

“I never did,” she said frankly. “But I’ve suddenly come to realize having two men provides me with more than dual and enhanced sexual experiences!”

“What?”

“Jonathon doesn’t like to socialize very much. Oh, he would suffer through a musical performance for me, or trail behind me at the museum. But you and I have those things in common. So expect to be my escort.”

“Done, honey. Jon will have more cause to like me when I save him. You can be his cuddle bunny at all those sports things he obsesses about. I like sports, but cage fighting?”

She sobered. “I thought he did like you.”

“He does, Lois. Sorry. I shouldn’t tease. He has a streak of possessiveness a mile wide, and it’s surprised him, is all. It’s not such a bad thing. I’m so fucking grateful to be included in this ménage I can ignore my jealousy.”

What he said made sense. He was so honest with her, but his gratitude freaked her a little. She wasn’t so special and wondered that he couldn’t see it. Of course they would have lots of things to iron out over time. Once again she shoved all those little niggles of concern away. She needed to trust her men to sort things out. She needed to be true to herself and to them, get past her shit to use Jonathon’s terminology.

* * * *

“So, you have to head back tomorrow.” Joel leaned back in the booth and cradled his after-dinner drink between his hands, rolling the snifter to warm it. Lois noted, that despite his lack of height, Joel presented as a confident, proud individual, and not one of those bantam rooster types.

Tara leaned into him, and he immediately released the glass from one hand, placing his arm over her shoulders to pull her closer. The blonde lowered her lids and sighed.

Lois dwelt for a moment on the intense connection in a D/s relationship. Neither was complete without the other. It wasn’t blatant, although she was certain it would be in a different venue, but it was both touching and reassuring. Trevor had kept one hand on
her
almost throughout the entire duration of the meal.

She realized Joel was waiting for an answer. “We do. I have to work Monday. As I told Tara, I’m a nanny.”

“She takes care of Graham Alexander’s kid, you know, the house Dom from Pleasure.”

Joel remembered, and she and Tara listened to a few more reminiscences. Lois knew Joel wanted to include her in the conversation but she was simply content to be present. When she did speak, they listened with total focus and courtesy. She studied Joel.

He was dark. Black hair, tanned skin, dark clothing. It made his emerald-green eyes all the more startling. He kind of looked like a panther, except he was too blocky, too muscular for that description. She searched her mind for something more apt. Tara smiled at her, and Lois grinned back. Caught. But it was okay. Tara was confident in her Dom and trusted him. If he’d invited other men into their sex life from time to time, it was what Tara needed, but obviously not a full-time deal. Not like what Lois had. And she had no sexual interest in Joel at all, other than being very aware of his dominance.
That
was it. He resembled that killer cat in Avatar. She’d watched that movie with Jonathon. He’d suggested the creature would suit him as his own personal avatar but Lois knew better. Jonathon wasn’t ruthless. Joel was, but not with his friends. Regardless, she shivered a little, and Trevor immediately responded.

“Time to get our ladies home, buddy. They probably want to get out of their finery and relax.”

There was a flurry of movement as coats were collected and she and Tara lovingly helped into them, then escorted outside to the vehicle. Lois hadn’t missed the suggestive timbre in Trevor’s voice, nor Joel’s narrowed eyes. Tara appeared unaffected, but once they were settled in the back of Joel’s expensive SUV the other woman gave her a little wink. Holy cow.

* * * *

Lois curled into Trevor’s arms, warmed by his naked chest. He sprawled on the couch, seemingly relaxed, but the tension in his body and the solid erection beneath her buttocks belied his casual stance. She was wearing her little silk robe and nothing else. Trevor hadn’t insisted she be naked in front of Joel and Tara, and she was immensely relieved, not that the robe covered very much. It rode high on her thighs, really high, and Trevor’s questing hand had tugged the front open to better access her breasts.

Tara knelt on the plush carpet, her upper torso supported by a leather ottoman, her cheek resting on its surface. Her arms stretched above her head, and thin velvet ropes looped around her wrists secured her hands to the ottoman’s blocky feet. The long, beautiful line of her back was pronounced, the curve of her buttocks seductive. Joel had arranged several pillows to support her belly and used more rope just above her knees to affix her firmly to the makeshift spanking bench. Lois hadn’t made the acquaintance of that particular piece of kinky furniture very often and thought she might ask for it.

She couldn’t see Tara’s exposed sex from her position on the couch with Trevor, but Joel had a different vantage point, and his erection strained the front of his leathers. His face was flushed, and his affect even darker. The crop held loosely in his hand looked deadly in his grasp, and Lois’s arousal grew. Joel loved Tara. He worshipped her, and she was carrying his child. There was no way he was going to harm her, but his stance and intent was freaking hot.

He traced the crop down Tara’s spine and the other woman’s skin rippled beneath its touch, but she didn’t move, as instructed. When Joel gave those orders it made Lois wet and quivery, her sex involuntarily clenching. She knew Trevor mentally filed that piece of information away. The crop drifted across Tara’s buttocks and down her thighs, dipping between them to reappear in the cleft of her ass. The sensation had to be extremely tantalizing yet Tara managed to hold her position, not even straining against her binds. Joel then must have touched a tender spot because Tara flinched.

Joel instantly brought the crop down upon the fullest part of his wife’s buttocks. Tara cried out, and Lois fought for breath. The thin, whippy piece of leather rose and fell with remarkable skill, laying perfectly aligned stripes over the other woman’s cheeks, inching down her thighs. This wasn’t a gentle, rousing correction. It had to sting and burn and the way Tara writhed and moaned spoke to her enjoyment of the pain as it morphed into arousal. Trevor’s finger impaled her pussy, high into her channel, and Lois rode it, longing to join Tara on her journey. A nearly vicious pinch to her nipple pushed her higher. She ground herself onto Trevor’s hand, and he added another finger and another, stretching her beyond belief.

Joel dropped the crop and knelt behind his wife, releasing his shaft, shoving hard into Tara with a groan. She whimpered before his tender assault, and Lois witnessed his driving thrusts, mirroring the fingers working in her own sex. Joel forced a hand beneath Tara, and Lois heard him order her to come. She obeyed, screaming her release. Trevor screwed his fingers deeper and flicked his thumb across
her
clit. Lois shattered, echoing Tara’s impassioned cry. She collapsed, pussy softly spasming, breath heaving in her chest and her heart pounding in her temples. Trevor kissed the top of her head and eased his fingers out on the audible sound of the juices drenching her.

She watched, dazed, as Joel withdrew from Tara and swiftly released her, gathering her up and carrying her away in the direction of their bedroom. “Wow.”

“You like to watch, honey. Me, too.”

She shuddered on a sigh. “It was something. Joel is so, so dark. And he was hard on her, yet she liked it. I guess that’s their attraction to one another.”

“He’s throttled way back, Lois. Joel is Maurice. Tara’s pregnant, and his treatment of her reflects that.”

“Oh.”

“Jon and I have some talking to do. I think we’ve been too soft on you.”

“I don’t think so, Trevor. His dominance aroused me, but that looked like it really hurt. I mean, you used a crop and it stung, but that?”

“Punishment is supposed to hurt, Lois.”

“Punishment?”

“Yes. Tara’s lucky she was allowed to come. I suspect Joel allowed it because we were here.”

“Why was he punishing her?”

“That would be for her to share, honey.”

Lois cast her mind back to the afternoon alone with Tara and then the evening with their men. Nothing. She turned back to the matter at hand. She’d never been selfish, and she wasn’t starting now. She wriggled on Trevor’s cock and hid a smile at his jerk and stifled groan.

“I wonder if I can help you with that?”

“You can, sub. But in our room. I don’t imagine you want to put on a show if our host comes back out for any reason.”

She slipped out of his arms, evading his attempt to pick her up and fled to the bedroom. He pounded along behind her and caught her in the doorway, their combined momentum tumbling her forward and onto the bed where she bounced and barely muffled a shriek.

“Knees.”

She was off the bed and on her knees in the next breath. The robe hung haphazardly from one shoulder and tangled around her hips. Trevor stood over her, his eyes hot. He reached down and freed the tie in one solid yank. He grasped first one wrist then the other behind her back and wrapped the silk around to fashion an effective restraint. Her shoulders were pulled back, breasts outthrust, one of them fully exposed. The robe gaped at her pelvis, framing her crotch. She’d never felt so sexy and wanton.

“You’re a goddamn siren, Lois.” Trevor fisted both hands in her hair and pulled. She hissed at the sting as he shoved his groin in her face. “Take me out, use your teeth.”

She carefully pinched the fabric between her front teeth and tugged it down, the panel giving way where Trevor had loosened the laces. Her nose rubbed along the material and her grip felt tenuous, but she persevered and was rewarded with the sight of his cock springing free from its textile prison. The head glistened with pre-cum, and the vein on the underside of the curving shaft pulsed. Without waiting for further instructions Lois engulfed him, sucking him to the back of her throat, resolutely breathing through her nose to manage her gag reflex. Trevor’s hands tightened their grip on her hair and held her immobile. She relaxed, trusting him and he pulled back a fraction.

“Are you being bratty?”

Startled, she lifted her gaze to his lust-filled one.

“Because Joel has more than one crop. Hell, he has a whole wall of them.”

Her sex drew up in response to his threat. She didn’t want to be cropped, but the threat made her totally hot. And her grasp of the English language suffered with her need. Trevor smiled down at her, a naughty, wicked smile. His cell shrilled, interrupting what he was about to say.

He snagged it from the dresser with the fingertips of one hand after releasing his grip on her hair. “Jon.” He tugged with his other hand and Lois took up where she left off, servicing one of her men while he conversed with the other. It felt remarkably decadent.

“Not in bed yet—she’s busy, actually.” His thighs trembled, the long muscles rippling.

“I could take her the phone, Jon, but she can’t talk right now…sucking my cock, actually.” He snapped the phone closed and erupted down her throat. Lois swallowed and relaxed her jaw. He withdrew on a quiet groan, tucked himself away and bent to pull her to her feet.

“You need to call Jon back, honey. He wants to say good-night.” He freed her hands with a tug on the silk.

She raised her eyebrows but took the phone from him and hit redial, striving to get her breath back. Jonathon picked up immediately. “Sweetheart. I miss you. Wanted to say good-night.”

“Miss you, too, Jonathon. It’s been a good trip, babe. Joel and Tara are like us.”

“Did I miss anything?” She listened hard for anything other than prurient interest and didn’t detect anything, although she knew this was likely difficult for him.

“Joel cropped Tara. I didn’t know it was a punishment, and I don’t know what for, but it was hot. I’m a definite pervert.”

“Nope. You’re just honestly meeting your needs, Lois.”

“Well, there is that. I like them.” She amended, “I really like Tara. Joel kind of scares me. They have such a connection though. He was so careful with her, too.”

“Oh?”

“She’s pregnant.” She wished she hadn’t raised it. “It’s like an epidemic.”

“Sweetheart.”

“I love you, Jonathon. We’ll see you tomorrow.”