Three-way Tie

Chapter One

“There are two of you?”

“Is that a problem?” Master Rafael asked, arching an expressive brow.

Lindsey Nolan stood on the porch of the magnificent Rocky Mountain home, looking up at the tall Dom. The hint of a Spanish accent, sexy and compelling, laced his voice, sending a shiver of anticipation through her.

He stood next to another man whom he had introduced as Master Eric. While Master Eric was slightly shorter than Master Rafael, both men were over six feet tall. Both had broad shoulders, narrow hips, powerful and oh-so-sexy thighs.

While Master Rafael was dark, with rakishly long hair and brown eyes she could drown in, Master Eric had sun-kissed blond hair that he wore short, cropped. His expressive blue eyes were warm and welcoming.

Could the two men be more different?

Intuitively Lindsey wanted to be dominated by Master Rafael, but she wanted to be held and comforted—perhaps made love to—by Master Eric.

“A problem?” she repeated. “No. I just have no idea what to do with two Doms.”

“You’ll be told what to do,” Master Rafael explained. “You’re just expected to obey.”

She sucked in a breath.

“Come in, Lindsey.”

For a moment she didn’t move. There was something overwhelming about standing here, eight hundred miles from her small- town central Texas home that made her forget everything she knew about decorum. From the moment she’d asked her cousin to take her shifts at the family’s diner and packed her bag, nothing had been the same.

Master Rafael silently regarded her. He’d told her on the telephone she wouldn’t be pushed into anything. The choices, all along, would be hers.

Even though her heart thundered, a few moments later she entered the foyer, dragging her small piece of luggage.

The house was constructed from warm-toned wooden beams. The entrance floor was slate and a Native American rug stretched across its length. This private place, on acres of land, was so different from her humble reality.

Again she wondered what she’d got herself into by travelling to Master Rafael’s home.

He reached above her head and flicked the door closed, sealing out the cool mountain air.

“We’ll talk in the great room,” Master Rafael said. “I have your signed copy of the rules.”

She nodded. The man was thorough. They’d talked and talked on the phone, and before she’d sent him a copy of the signed rules, they’d gone over the simple statements one by one, several times.

“I printed out your contract.”

“That’s something different than the rules?”

He nodded. “Your contract discusses your limits. It also discusses our mutual agreement that you’ll be here from Friday afternoon to Sunday evening. It states you’re free to leave anytime. The contract includes your safe word and everything else we’ve talked about. I want you to read it carefully and be certain it includes everything you want it to. Once you’re certain everything is in order we can begin.”

Because of his attention to detail, she’d already trusted him with secrets no one else knew. In a way, though, that unnerved her. “What should I do with my bag?”

“Leave it there. You won’t need it.”

Her mouth dried. He sounded serious. Did they intend to keep her naked all weekend?

“Place your car keys there.” He pointed to a row of brass hooks. “They will be
 
accessible if you decide to leave.”

She hung her rental car key on an empty hook and then placed her handbag on top of her suitcase. It felt as if she were entering an alternate universe.

Master Eric led the way to the great room. Master Rafael followed her, leaving her sandwiched between the two hunks.

Lindsey resisted the impulse to look back at the door and the possibility of a retreat.

Lindsey squared her shoulders. She’d already decided that, no matter what happened, she wouldn’t leave early. She had paid dearly for this experience. She would endure and enjoy every moment of it.

Like the rest of the home, the space was spectacular.

Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased tall pines and mountaintops dusted with snow. A stone fireplace served as the room’s focal point. A settee, a couple of end tables and two leather armchairs were arranged in a semicircle in front of the hearth.

“Kneel with your back to the fireplace. Not on the rug. You haven’t earned that comfort.”

Earned? She had to earn the privilege of kneeling on a rug?

She felt awkward, but tried to make her motions graceful as she lowered herself to the polished hardwood floor. Both men stood in front of her, and her eyes were even with their crotches.

Her heart raced. She’d played BDSM games before. They generally weren’t accompanied by such an attack of nerves. Then again, she was usually at a club where it seemed natural. Either that, or she was with an established lover and the play was an extension of their sex play.

Both men regarded her. She was unsure how to act. Where would they expect her to put her hands? On her thighs? Behind her neck? Behind her back?

She knew enough to cast her gaze downward and remain silent unless responding to a question.

She spread her legs a bit and leaned slightly back. She put her hands palm up on her thighs. Her previous boyfriend hadn’t ever given specific instructions, so she’d adopted this position. It felt as comfortable and natural as kneeling could.

The men allowed the silence to stretch and drag. Testing her?

Finally, Master Rafael spoke. “We went over the reasons you bid on a weekend with me, but I want you to tell us both about your expectations. What do you want from the weekend?”

Unsure of proper protocol, she took a chance and looked up to meet his gaze. She’d always had a thing for men with thick, long dark hair. She imagined having her fingers laced in the strands as she screamed his name during an orgasm.