Enlightened [Sexual Magic 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (8 page)

“What do you want?”

She considered this for a long moment. She sensed this was her final chance to end this crazy scenario. She
should
tell them to go. But she wasn’t going to. “Everything,” she finally replied.

He didn’t look at all put out by her vague answer. Instead, his expression became almost predatory.

She shivered.

He rose and stood in front of her. “Stand up.”

She did, palms suddenly damp.

“Do you wish to obey? To submit? Be trained to accept any and everything your Masters do to you?”

Each question wetted her pussy a little more, and her nipples stiffened into tight, taut peaks that pushed against her T-shirt. “Yes,” she replied with assurance. “Yes, I do.”

His smile was dark and dangerous. Griffin cupped the back of her neck and exerted pressure, forcing her down. “Kneel.”

His palm was big, hot and strong, like a manacle clamped on her skin. She blinked up at him as her knees touched the soft carpet. “Just like that?” she murmured.

“Just like that. We’re here to find your boundaries and limits, Emma. To teach you what you want, be it slave, submissive, or occasional role-player.”

His hand remained tight at the back of her neck, and he pulled her inexorably close to his crotch. Her lips nestled on his jeans, along the hard ridge of his cock. She whimpered but did not move.

“I will find out what makes that cunt of yours wet, Emma. And I will use that information to torment you. To push you. To control you. Understand?”

“Yes.”

He jerked her head back, and she winced, one hand flying to cover his. Immediately Mason was behind her, pulling her hands down, cuffing them at her back, and holding her wrists tight.

“Lesson number one—you will address me as Sir at all times.”

She clenched her thighs. “Yes, Sir.” Emma wondered only briefly why she wasn’t afraid. Instead a fierce sense of
right
filled her every pore.
This
was what she wanted. And these men were going to give it to her.

Her hand relaxed. “For now, you will also address Mason as Sir. He will have dominion over you until your training has ended.”

“For now?” She craned her head back to peer at the other man.

Griff’s grip regained her attention. “Mason is a switch. Know what that is?”

“Yes, someone who is both Dom and sub.”

A hard, unexpected slap landed on her ass, and she yelped, feeling the heat. Enjoying the sting. Oh, God. They were for real. But she could still back out.

Another swat from Mason.

Emma shivered in delight. “Yes, Sir,” she replied.

“At least she catches on quick,” Mason commented.

Griff bent and met her eyes, his regard intense and hard. “Do you like pain, Emma?”

“Maybe, Sir? I don’t really know.” She tried to keep the frustration out of her voice. The wild pound of her heart coupled with the throb in her pussy. She was on her knees with a man’s strong hand tangled in her hair. At his mercy. What
wouldn’t
she let them do to her? “That’s why I need your help.”

Mason squeezed her wrists and pulled upward. She arched, her breasts swaying into Griffin’s legs.

“We could stand here all night and ask you what you think you might like, but I’m all for diving in and finding out the hard way.”

Griff nodded. “What’s your safe word?”

“Uh, I don’t have one.”

“Pick one. Now.”

Damn, he sounded irritated and looked it, too. Griff’s face was tight, and his jaw set in a hard line. His fingers were still tangled in her hair, holding her head in their harsh grip. The back of her skull prickled and itched with the discomfort. His palpable tension made her nervous. What if she picked a wrong word?

As she was thinking of a safe word, Emma wriggled. Neither man relaxed his hold, and the sudden realization that she could not move without their permission or release made her pussy clench hotly.

Yes! This was what she wanted.
To have the decision and control taken from her and in its place, pleasure, pain, and obedience.

The thoughts rippled one over the other through her mind, and Emma sucked in a harsh breath.

Griff’s hand twisted even more, and she yelped from the tension tearing at her hair.

“Journal?” she blurted.

“You don’t sound sure.”

“I am, Sir,” she said. “Journal is my safe word.”

Griff nodded, released her, and stepped back, nodding to Mason at the same time. “Stand up.”

Emma rose.

“Hands behind your back, fingers laced.”

She complied, gaze flicking between the two men. She licked her lips and swayed toward them. Emma knew invitation was in every line of her body. She sincerely hoped they would take her up on it. Her pussy ached deliciously with the anticipation of them. Her body throbbed even more than when she’d played with her new toys.

“We were not prepared to initiate a play session with you this evening.”

Emma deflated. “Oh.”

They were going to leave.

Mason grinned and chucked her under the chin. “No need to be so glum,
cherie
. We’re just going to regroup and make some arrangements. Plus, you need to call Joel and make sure he received the email with our info and give him your safety numbers.”

“You’ve proven to be pretty adventurous already, Emma. How much further are you willing to go?”

“What do you mean?”

He looked around. “We could make do with implements here and your bedroom, but our place is infinitely better prepared.”

Mason stroked up her shoulder and his finger dipped into the V of her button-up shirt. Casually, he flicked the buttons open, exposing her skin to their avid gazes. “We have ropes and hooks that are sure to delight and torment you, Emma. Among many other things.”

The decision took no contemplation at all. “Your place,” she said.

Mason’s finger snaked inside the material of her open shirt and delved into her bra, found her nipple and tweaked.

He squeezed harder, which drew a long rasp of air from her and sent her rising up on tiptoe.

“Your place, Sir,” she corrected.

Mason winked and released her. “Very good.”

“You’ll have the address to give to Joel. He may not come unless he can’t reach you via phone or you give him a code word when you talk to him.”

She nodded. She’d read about the code-word system for use with a safety. A simple, innocuous sentence that contained a signal for help.

Griff handed her a business card. “I expect you in one hour. Do not be late. You will bathe and shave your entire body bare. Wear a dress or skirt, no bra. On the drive over, you will sit with your legs spread and the skirt at your hips, baring your pussy.”

She gasped. “But someone will see.”

He shrugged. “Perhaps.” He cocked his head and smiled down at her. “But the very idea that some strange man would look down and see you spread out and bare like a slut got you all hot and wet, didn’t it?”

She swallowed hard. “Yes, Sir,” she said.

“Good. One hour, don’t be late.” He strode toward the hallway, Mason by his side.

Emma trailed after them, card clutched to her chest. “Sir?”

Griffin turned, door open. “Yes?”

“When you said to shave everything, did you mean, uh, down there, too?”

“Down where?”

Her next-door neighbor stepped out of his apartment and stopped. “Hi, Emma.”

A deep blush burned her cheeks. “Hi, Paul.”

He gave Griff and Mason a curious look, but she didn’t speak, hoping he’d take the hint and leave.

“Down where?” Griff repeated, voice tight and hard.

Her gaze flew back to him. Surely he wouldn’t make her say it with Paul standing right there?

“Uh, well.” She shifted restlessly.
Leave, damn it, Paul.

Griff nodded to the man, and shut the door. “I’m going to give you a break on this one, but it’s the
only
one you’ll get. Now, ask me properly.”

She knew exactly what he wanted, and she burned with both want and embarrassment. “Did you mean I should also shave my pussy, Sir?” The words tumbled out in a rush, and she ended on a sucked in breath, but at least she got them out.

Damned if they didn’t make her all the more wet, too.

As soon as Griff and Mason left, she was going to head to the bathroom to use the showerhead in ways not intended by the manufacturer.

“Yes. You have fifty-five minutes remaining. And Emma, do not play with our pussy. Do not come. Understand?”

Her eyes widened. “But—”

His smile was chilled. “I will know if you come, and doing so without permission is very, very bad.”

With that, he was gone, leaving her excited, frustrated, and not one whit scared.

Emma collapsed against the door. Her heart raced, and her nipples were still as hard as when Mason tweaked them. She wanted this. She wanted to experience everything she’d read about online, and she suspected Griffin and Mason were just the men to give it to her.

Halo twined her way between her feet, meowing loudly. Emma scooped her up and sank onto the couch.

“Am I crazy?” she whispered.

The cat head-butted her on the chin and purred loudly.

Emma chuckled. “I’ll take that as a no.” She bit her lip and looked at the phone. Joel would be calling soon with the info he’d gleaned on Griff and Mason. She knew he’d find anything they were hiding.

She really hoped they were clean.

Checking her watch, she squeaked with alarm. Only forty-five minutes remained. She wanted to be perfect. “Sorry, kitty,” she said and dumped the cat to the floor. She skidded into the bathroom, eyed the shower, then the sink, then the showerhead again. Would he really know?

Probably. She wanted to experience every step, but starting off with a disappointed—well, pissed—Dom didn’t seem the way to go.

With a quick twist, she turned the hot-water tap on the sink and shucked her clothes, dropping them to the floor without a second thought. She dug up a pack of fresh razors, a half-full can of shaving cream, and a tube of razor-burn preventer.

With quick, firm strokes, she began to remove her pubic hair. After the first pass, she spread a warmed washcloth over the skin, waited a few moments, then started shaving again. It took three razors and the rest of the cream before she was totally hairless.

Emma stood in front of the mirror, staring at her bald pussy in fascination. Her lower lips hung heavy and wet with the seeping moisture of her arousal. Her clit, excited by the constant strokes of the blade, poked tall and eager from its hood.

She was certain that a few quick brushes along her clit would have her climaxing, and it would be the best she’d ever experienced.

Yet.

Emma pulled herself back from the brink of temptation, jumped in the shower, and soaped her body, taking great pains to ignore the thrill of touching her erogenous zones.

A sound echoed down the hallway, and she frowned, cut the shower, and poked her head out, listening intently.

Nothing.

She shrugged, grabbed a towel, and wrapped herself in it before running into her bedroom. A glance at the bedside clock had her gasping.

“Crap. Crap. Crap.” Twenty minutes remained, and ten of that included driving. From her dresser, she grabbed a bottle of lotion, slathering herself as she stood in front of her closet.

It only took a few seconds to decide on a chic blue pencil skirt and a white, feminine button-down shirt edged in lace and just this side of sheer. With no bra beneath, her nipples would definitely show.

Could she do it?

Emma wiped her hands on a towel and reached in for the clothes.

The real question was, could she
not
do it?

The answer was an emphatic, pussy-throbbing no.

She dressed with swift, efficient motions, plucked a pair of comfortable high-heeled sandals out, and dashed back to the bathroom. She had no time to apply a lot of makeup, so she gave her lashes a quick coat of mascara and a stroke of blush to her cheeks. She ran the brush through her hair, fluffed it with her fingers, and took a long, amazed look at herself in the mirror.

A sparkle lit her eyes, and she practically glowed with excitement. The outfit she’d picked was sleek and formfitting and elegant, unless one looked a bit closer.

God, she hoped she didn’t run into any of her neighbors.

She slid into her shoes, grabbed her purse and keys, and headed for the door, dialing Joel.

“All right, they’re clean,” he said, relief and annoyance still in his voice. “Ryan ran them both all the way back to the womb.”

She felt a surge of relief. “Good. Now quit worrying, okay?” She locked the door and descended the stairs, conscious of her unbound breasts swaying with each step. The chilly night air swept up her skirt, tickling her bare pussy, and she bit back a moan.

“What was that?” Joel demanded.

She pulled her mind back from the erotic zone it wanted to traverse. “Nothing, Joel. Look, I’m getting in my car. I’ll call you in two hours at ten, okay?”

“Don’t be one second late, Emma.”

She sighed. “I won’t.” The car chirped, and she tugged open the door.

“Hey,” Joel said.

Emma settled into the car, shoved the key in the ignition, and cranked. The engine roared to life with a satisfying growl. Mindful of Griffin’s orders, she lifted her hips and tugged her skirt all the way up, baring her needy pussy to all and sundry. The chilled leather lapped at her nakedness.

God, it felt dirty. She loved it.

“Emma?” His voice was loud, insistent.

Crap, she’d nearly forgotten Joel. “Sorry. What?”

“Have fun.”

Her tension faded, and her grin returned. “You can bet your sweet ass I will.”

He chuckled in her ear. “You think I have a sweet ass?”

Emma cradled the phone between her head and shoulder, threw the car into reverse, twisted to look behind her, and gasped. The phone dropped into her lap, then skidded to the floorboard as she stomped on the brake.