The Escort Series (Billionaire Bachelors) - Complete Collection (8 page)

Although
they stopped kissing and touching her intimately, they didn’t release her from
between them.
Bea was suddenly conscious of the other
people dancing around them, lost in their own private bubbles. But that did
nothing to reassure her.

“I
can’t…I can’t do this,” she blurted, closing her eyes tight for a few moments.
“Just…let me go home. I think I’ve had enough.”

She opened
her eyes to see Ryan’s calm expression. He didn’t look angry or disappointed.
He said easily, “Alright. But you don’t get to leave until you at least see the
floor show. It’ll be starting up soon.”

“You’ll
like it, we promise,” Jason added in her ear. She shivered as she felt both
their cocks jutting into her, front and back. She was sent straight into the
past, back to that night in their hotel suite. “We’ll just sit in a secluded
booth and watch. No hanky panky, Bea. You have our word.”

Bea
knew she wasn’t worried about their word. It was her racing libido she feared.
Whenever they were near or touched her, she lost control. She could do anything
they wanted if they pushed hard enough. Maybe they knew this, and weren’t going
to push. Not yet at least. But Bea knew that the longer she stayed around them,
the weaker her resolve would be.

Chapter Five

Ryan
and Jason led her off the dance floor, each of her hands taken in theirs. She
could feel the soothing touch of their fingers upon the back of her hands and
she tried to keep her head from whirling.

She
hadn’t said yes or no but she didn’t protest as they took seats in a corner
booth close to the stage. Bea knew she had to figure out why they had such an
effect on her and how on earth she could keep resisting them – if she
wanted to. But here, now…she wasn’t really sure exactly what she wanted
anymore.

***

When
the show started, she had to curb a lot of the emotions that coursed through
her. She was stunned, aroused and embarrassed at the same time. The performance
was by two men and a woman – whom she recognized to be the waitress who’d
served them earlier. Bea watched as the men, dressed only in black leather
pants and nothing else, proceeded to intricately rope the woman standing
between them in just her corset, thong and heels. The rope went around her
shoulders, chest, arms and waist, restraining her upper half as her hands were
trapped behind her back. Next she was blindfolded and led to the bed where she
was made to kneel with her face down and ass up. Next, one of the men took hold
of something that looked like a flogger from one of the drawers in the nearby
table. Going to stand at the edge of the bed, he brought his arm up and whipped
the girl’s raised buttocks. The girl cried out, making Bea gasp and flinch.

Whoa
.

Bea was
so busy watching with bated breath, she almost didn’t notice Ryan place his arm
behind her along the top of the circular couch of the booth, while Jason chose
to take her hand and idly stroke it while their eyes stayed glued on the show.

She
realized how being kissed and groped by two men would seem tame compared to
what was happening on the platform. One of the men kept spanking both sides of
the woman’s ass with the flogger while the other commanded her to keep count,
as he stood close to the head of the bed.

“It
doesn’t really hurt her as much as it would seem,” Ryan explained softly in her
ear when Bea once again flinched as the flogger connected the now pinking ass
bared by the thong.
 
“The tresses or
tails of the flogger are made of deer or moose hide and even suede. These are
considered far safer than some of the crazier materials out there like chain,
plastic tubes and reptile skin. Besides, this is more about bringing her into
focus with her senses and her body. She becomes more in touch with her
surroundings with that blindfold, as her taste, touch, and sound are enhanced
by the deprivation of sight.”

“Besides,
both the dominant males and the submissive female have certain rules that keep
everyone not only comfortable, but safe,” Jason added, also leaning close to
speak low in her ear so as not to disturb the other patrons. “Safe words, which
end the scene immediately, are put in place from the start.”

“Safe
words?” Bea asked curiously, unable to tear her eyes away from the waitress’s
body as her ass was growing decidedly purple from the thuds of the flogger,
which seemed to have up to twenty or more tails. Suddenly, one of the Doms
pushed her legs wider apart and this time, the other Dom was able to lash
straight at the pink, tender flesh of pussy in between the ass cheeks. The girl
could be heard to scream more in arousal than pain.

“Yes;
safe words,” Jason echoed with a small, teasing yet predatory smile. “We might
need some later so I’ll teach you more about them.”

Huh?
What? Bea thought, sending him a quick, confused and very hot-faced glance. But
before she could reply, Ryan told her softly, “Bea…look. The flogging has
stopped.”

Turning
quickly to the platform again, she saw that indeed, the flogging had ended but
the girl was still on her knees with her face in the mattress. By now she
seemed to be writhing her whole flushed body from pleasure. There were long
marks on the back of her thighs, her ass and across her pussy lips where the
whip had flicked.

The Dom
who had been watching and commanding her as the other Dom whipped her, warned
her that she wasn’t allowed to come, not unless given permission. When the girl
hesitated, the other Dom gave her snatch a smack, this time with his hand. His
own voice had steel in it when he asked her this time, ”Do you understand,
pet?”

Yes, master
, she replied on a
whimper of ecstasy.

This
was when the Dom with the whip now stroked her pussy, finding it wet. The sound
echoed in the room; those sloshing noises his fingers encountered when he
finger-fucked her. The next minute, he withdrew those fingers and made her lick
them.

And
then, right before the public, he took the flogger in his hand but this time,
with the handle facing her pussy. Bea’s eyes widened as she noted that the handle
was made of some kind of metal with a round knob at the end and notches along
the 7-inch length.

Uh oh,
Bea thought, her knees closing together as she watched the Dom use the long
thin knob to fuck in and out of the girl’s pussy. In the meantime, the other
Dom had retrieved a vibrator from the drawer and now placed it against the
moaning girl’s clit. She was shuddering and moaning, being shafted by the
handle, as the buzzing vibrator stimulated her clit.

Despite
screaming with pleasure she was reminded not to come. Just when Bea thought the
sensations would have become unbearable for the woman, she heard the Dom with
the vibrator give the command that she could come after the count of ten. Bea
heard the Dom count to ten so slowly it seemed like forever, and she seemed to
be holding her breath till the final count, and Bea watched with her lips
parted as the girl began to convulse with bliss.

It
looked like she wouldn’t stop coming. She came and came as the room burst with
wild applause. Swallowing, Bea reached instinctively for a drink on the table,
not even sure when it had been ordered or served. She was glad to find it was
cool and non-alcoholic, something like soda. She definitely needed cooling off
after
that
show.

If she
was honest, she’d say her pussy was positively dripping.
Just…soaking
her panties right through.
Her breasts felt heavier, her nipples thicker
and harder. Knowing that Ryan and Jason had been on either side watching right
along with her had made it all the more intense. She wasn’t breathing properly
anymore. In fact, she felt ready to faint, arousal and awareness fogging her
senses and making her lightheaded. Seeing that girl whipped and then fucked by
the handle of the flogger...then watching her climax with the vibe whizzing
against her clitoris…Bea had never experienced watching anything like that and
she was scared how much it had all affected her sensually.

 
“We’re glad you stayed to watch that
performance with us,” Ryan said softly, and she met his eyes with effort. They
were positively blazing. “You must know we want you, very deeply. There’s so
much we want to share with you, Bea. But we don’t want to share you with anyone
else. You aren’t to see other clients anymore.”

“I
don’t have any other clients,” she said in a choked voice, instead of saying
what she should have said: that they shouldn’t want her; that they couldn’t
have her. “You two were my…my first.” She closed her eyes in sensual anguish as
she looked at Ryan’s face, then Jason’s. They had that identical look of feral
lust she was beginning to recognize and fear. Because it made her conscious of
how much she lusted for them too.

“Good,”
Ryan continued. “Because you don’t need to be an escort anymore. We’ll take
care of you. In every way.”

“I
don’t need taking care of,” she retorted with annoyance. Annoyance was good; it
could probably hide her wavering determination to keep them both at arm’s
length…

“Maybe
not. But we’ll do it anyway,” Ryan said with a small smile. “We told you the
other night, Bea. We are yours. Maybe you should start appreciating the fact.”

Bea
wanted to argue but then she felt Jason move closer till his lips were in her
ear again. How good he was at catching her off-guard!
Sensual,
darkly so, he was whispering in her ear.
Bea’s eyes widened as every
word he said flittered into her hearing and made her skin blush furiously. The
things he told her they wanted to do to her…all night – it made her
shudder with helpless desire. And, he assured
her,
she
wouldn’t want to stop them.

She
felt Ryan take her free hand, the one on his side, while all the while her
other had been in Jason’s grasp. There was no denying the intent on Ryan’s
face. “Let’s go home, Bea.”

Chapter Six

Bea
knew
she
was
all kinds of crazy and
stupid
.

But
there was no way she could deny the vast extent of desire she felt for these
two brothers. One more night…would that be so bad? Then she was running as far
and as fast from their forbidden delights as possible.

The
limousine was waiting to take them to the new home Ryan and Jason had acquired
in the wealthiest section of the city, where anyone with their kind of status
liked to live. Their mansion was immense, and once inside the fabulously
decorated house, she saw that it was designed tastefully and with maximum
appeal. She fell in love with it in seconds.

Ryan
said, “We got this place just two weeks ago, soon after we met you. We only
ever stay a week or two in the US at a time. But we’ve decided we’re finding
more reasons to want to come. More often and for longer,” He sent her a smile
and a meaningful look. “We’re also buying up a lot of companies in a long
stretch of Mergers and Acquisitions so we plan to be around for a while on
business.”

“And
hotels are fun, but we like the thought that you’ll be able to visit us here, at
our home whenever needed,” Jason told her. His grin told Bea he’d caught her
wary, even scared expression.

Jason
came to where she was standing in the middle of the palatial living room,
taking her hands in a gentle grip. “Bea, we’re going to be seeing a lot of each
other from now on. Get used to it. We’re not letting you out of our sight. And
the first chance we get, we’re taking you with us to Scotland to visit our
estate there. Give you a chance to see Ryan and me in our leather kilts with
the two-piece suits.”

“Not
forgetting the calf-length socks and high boots,” Ryan added with a chuckle. He
too, came forward and once again, she was wedged between them like they seemed
to like so much.

And yes,
fuck it…she seemed to like a lot as well.

“I
think…well, I’d love to see that,” she finally said, a giggle passing through
her parted lips.

A
silence descended and she felt their eyes on her face, her body. They held her
so close she could hear their collective heartbeats. Sexual tension filled the
air and it was only a matter of time before she felt things would get heavy.
Already, she felt that twitching in her panties and she knew that twitch was
going to get dealt with pretty soon.

* * *

Bea
remembered everything Jason had whispered that they would do to her.

Now
that she was there, alone with them, she could see the question in their eyes.
Just like the first night in that suite, they were waiting for her to make the
final call. Take me home…or take me
now
?

Bea
knew what her body craved right at that moment. She wanted the brothers to keep
each one of their sensuous promises.

Her
life had always been so ordinary. Nothing exciting or exotic ever happened to
her, until she agreed to play escort for one night in the place of Lisa. And
now, once again, she was to live life on the very edge. Her boundaries…they
were breaking down. The bar on certain limits was being raised. Tonight, she
wanted one more taste of their tempestuous threesome. She already knew that
this time, there’d be a darkly delicious twist to their passions. And she was
so, so looking forward to it.