Sarah’s Billionaire Doms (7 page)

“Her name was Lisa. She was…a live-in sub and girlfriend Damon and I used to share and love,” Jared explained. “We met way back in college and explored the lifestyle together.”

“Was?” Sarah asked.

Damon still couldn’t keep a straight face, and the buried sorrow crept into his voice. “Lisa died five years ago. Cancer.”

“Oh, Damon, Jared. I’m so sorry to hear that.” She buried her silky head into Damon’s shoulder, took Jared’s fingers, and kissed each one.

Jared closed his mouth. Damon’s brother had run out of words, and so had he. Until Sarah, Damon didn’t think he’d ever met a more unselfish human being who possessed such a tender heart.

Thank God, Jared quickly picked up from where he left off because Damon couldn’t bear to see that look on Sarah’s face. The assumption she had no place in their lives because of a ghost.

“It’s all in the past, Sarah. After Lisa, we had trouble finding the right woman to balance us both. That is, until we met you.”

Sarah’s breathing sped up again. “Maybe you’ve made a mistake.”

“We don’t make mistakes, little one.” Damon cupped her chin and tightened his grip on her waist, pinning both her gaze and body.

Uncertainty crossed her features. Fear. Excitement. Damon couldn’t blame her. The last time she surrendered herself to a man, he took advantage of her, made it practically impossible for her to trust again. Not impossible, Damon corrected, simply hard, but they planned to remedy that soon.

“Tell us why you agreed to come home with us,” Damon demanded.

“I—I don’t know,” she whispered.

“But you do. No lies, remember?” Jared took her wrist and thumbed her pulse.

She took a deep breath, about to look away.

“Eyes on me. Always,” Damon commanded.

Wary, she kept her attention on him. “Because you two feel safe,” she whispered. “And I didn’t want to sleep alone.”

Sarah fidgeted, and Damon could feel her arousal through her moist underwear. Fuck. Her naked pussy lips would feel amazing kissing his bare thigh.

“Very good, little one. I imagine it must be hard admitting the truth,” Jared ventured.

“It works both ways for any relationship. It’s our turn to ask questions,” Damon said.

She licked her lips. “A relationship?”

“We want more than a couple of sessions with you at the club, Sarah. We want to see and know all of you, both the individual and sub underneath. Don’t you like that?” Jared gently asked.

Her shoulders tensed. She was so still, with every muscle in her body frozen in place, Damon could mistake her for a delicate doll. Sarah wasn’t breakable or fragile, though. Damon and Jared had seen the steel underneath. Finally, tears gathered at the corner of her eyes.

Damon leaned forward and licked them away. “It’s okay, baby. Let it all out.”

She shook against him, sobbing quietly. It disturbed Damon slightly how she barely made a sound. Sarah bottling everything in. Damon wondered if her reaction was a by-product of the bastard who broke her. Jared tucked away the strands of hair that had fallen over her face. His brother managed to fish out a clean and old-fashioned handkerchief for Sarah to use. She rubbed at her eyes.

“Sorry, it’s just…I’ve been fighting against this so hard, doing my best to avoid you both.”

“Why are you so frightened at the prospect of starting a relationship with us?” Jared asked.

“I don’t want to risk dragging anyone into my mess. If he finds me…”

Damon’s nostrils flared. He tightened his hold on her. “He? The fucker who gave you those scars?”

Sarah’s breath caught in her throat, but she nodded. “Michael.”

Finally. A name.

“Last name?” Damon demanded.

She shook her head, looking panicked.

“Hush, little one. It’s fine,” Jared coaxed.

Damon supposed that might be too much to ask this soon. They waited for her to gather her nerves. Sarah gave them what Damon guessed to be a condensed version of her tale, purposely omitting any grisly or ugly details. She looked detached when she spoke, numbed and blank-eyed, transported to a time and place neither Damon nor Jared could reach.

He hated it, the way this bastard held influence over Sarah even now. It prickled at him, knowing she was still married.

“I wanted to file for divorce the moment I got away, but…” She hesitated.

“You’re afraid he’ll find you,” Damon finished.

She nodded. Sarah kept her gaze lowered, as if terrified they’d take back their words.

“You made the right move, Sarah. From the way you’ve described him, this guy sounds like he has a lot of connections,” Jared mused.

He stole a quick look at Damon, and silent understanding passed between them. After, when Sarah was rightfully nestled in their bed, they would talk about this fucker in detail. Scour through their old connections. Maybe get Bobby and James to talk and find a solution.

“So.” Sarah cleared her voice. “I can understand, after all that, if you two no longer—”

Damon took her lips before she could say another word. He kissed her hard, rough, and deep, hoping it was answer enough.

“We’re grown men, Sarah. We know what we want, and we aren’t changing our minds,” Jared said.

Damon released her. She curled closer to his chest, burying her face into his shoulder. Sarah’s scent flooded his senses. The smell of rain, some kind of jasmine soap, the faint fragrance of her perfume, and her distinctive smell teased his nostrils.

“I suppose that’s enough for the evening,” Jared decided. “Time to pick kitty up, give her a bath, and put her in bed.”

At that, Sarah peered at Jared and scrunched her nose. “A bath?”

“That’s what you complain about?” Damon asked amused. “I’m transferring you over to Jared.”

Sarah frowned. “I can perfectly walk on my own, thank—”

She squeaked when Jared lifted her by the waist and easily swung her over his arms.

“Hush, sub,” Jared chided, eyes twinkling with amusement.

“I’m going to get the water running in the tub,” Damon announced.

Although it would be nice to enjoy a bath with Sarah sitting on his lap in the tub, he would plan that for another day. What their sub needed now was comfort. Reassurance. Safety.

“Stay still while I scrub your back, little one, or I will be tempted to punish you,” Jared admonished.

She stilled instantly. With her back facing him, he couldn’t see the expression on her face.

Jared counted himself lucky she hadn’t flinched or moved away. Although attempting to move in the tiny tub would be close to impossible.

Jared’s bulk took up most of the space, so they had to settle for Sarah sitting on his lap. She insisted she could manage on her own, but she hadn’t known he and Damon had tossed a coin to see who could join her in the tub. Jared wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity. He could hear his brother, pacing restlessly outside.

Judging by the occasional curses, Damon probably held a cell phone to his ear, already beginning to run through their extensive connections. Jared’s business contacts, combined with Damon’s old contacts in the underworld, would easily help narrow down their search.

They took Sarah’s consent as an unspoken agreement they were now involved in whatever trouble she was in. She probably harbored some illogical notion that dragging them into her affairs would put them in danger, but no matter. Soon, they’d teach her asking for help wasn’t a weakness.

Jared worked in silence, running the sponge over the golden expense of her back. He’d seen her back before. Traced the old whip marks there. Knew a half-finished design covered a quarter of her back, no doubt to hide the old reminders of her tormentor. Jared ran the edge of the wet sponge down the trail of colorful woven flowers.

“I’m sorry,” she finally whispered.

Jared stopped. “What are you apologizing for, Sarah?”

“For reacting like that each time someone touches me,” she mumbled. Even without seeing what she was doing, Jared knew she fidgeted with her fingers. “Some of the tops I’ve played with mentioned it’s an annoying habit. I’m trying to weed it out, but—”

“It’s perfectly understandable,” Jared interrupted.

He kissed the tail of an old scar on the curve of her shoulder, suddenly pissed at these nameless Doms she mentioned. Normally, Damon was the one with the volatile temper, but Jared also couldn’t help but feel territorial over Sarah. He’d never had his impeccable control challenged, even with Lisa. It was both exciting and frightening. Sarah reminded him of a double-edged sword, capable of cutting both ways.

She relaxed against him as he kissed his way up her neck, pelting her with soothing kisses.

Unable to help himself, he cupped one of her breasts and began to gently massage it.

“I—”

The rest of Sarah’s sentence dissolved into a gasp as he pinched the nipple until it hardened. Jared slipped his hand lower, down her wet and soapy ribs and abs, finally reaching her cunt.

“Wounds need time to heal, and you no longer need to worry.  From now on, only my brother and I can touch you.”

Sarah shivered at his words. Moaned when he gently pushed a finger against her clit hood piercing, the sound more needy than scared. Jesus. Damon was right. That little accessory could drive him mad. Now he couldn’t stop thinking about Damon’s remark. How her pierced clit would look perfect with matching ornaments on her tits.

Thinking of Damon made Jared aware of the bathroom door opening quietly. Sarah didn’t seem to hear. Damon didn’t enter, didn’t say a word. Simply watched, not with jealousy Jared knew, but with certainty and hunger. Jared heard the sound of his brother’s zipper. Knew if he stole a glimpse, he’d see Damon stroking himself at the sight of Sarah. His brother had always been an exhibitionist.

“You’re ours now, and we’re very possessive and protective of our possessions.”

Jared slipped a finger inside her pussy. Despite the water and her arousal, her pussy muscles clamped around him, encouraging him to slide a second in. Jared kept one thumb pressed against her piercing, adding pressure to her swollen clit, as he finger-fucked her. She let out a breathy gasp, and his half-erect cock thickened. He pressed his need against the curve of her buttocks, wanting her to feel just how his body responded to every sound and movement she made.

“Do you understand, sub?” Jared used his free hand to tug away the rubber band holding her hair together. He fisted the silky strands, gently pulling it so she would look up at him.

Her pupils dilated, and her lips parted slightly to answer. “Yes, Master Jared. I understand.”

Master.
Not Sir. The word tugged at him, heightened his possession, his need to dominate, to a keen edge.

“Very good, sub.” Jared took her lips, taking his time to acquaint himself with her taste and heat.

It had only been a couple of hours since they last shared a kiss in the rain, but he couldn’t get enough of her. She opened her lips wider, letting his prodding tongue in. Jared began drawing circles on her clit, occasionally tugging at the ring. He released her lips, and she moaned into his mouth, gaze trained on his.
All his.
Jared was tempted to lift her by her waist. Turn her around so he could plunge his hardened cock into her heat, but he wouldn’t. If they mounted Sarah tonight, it would be on the bed, taking turns or together.

“You have my permission to come, sub.”

She came beautifully against his hand, breath shuddering and muscles relaxing. Sarah’s orgasm went for a long time. Jared firmly wrapped his arms around her, glad she trusted him enough to simply hold her when she let loose.

“How does she look, brother?” Jared asked, voice hoarse. His balls drew in tight against him, and his cock strained for release.

“Amazing. Fuck, that was hot.” Damon groaned, and Jared saw he had come.

“Master Damon?” Sarah asked.

“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. I like to watch before joining in.” Damon neared them.

Jared shared a secret look with his brother, a look they hadn’t shared since Lisa was alive. Sometimes it was scary, the way they eliminated the need for words.

Sarah squeaked when Jared closed his hands over her waist. “I’m going to reposition you. Face me.”

She didn’t ask why. Jared knew the more intimate position would rattle his exquisite control, but he wanted to watch the expressions across her face. Sarah shifted position. Her legs now went on either side of him. Jared gently slid a hand up the curve of her back, nudging her close enough so her tits brushed against his chest.

He put his arm around her waist, keeping her captive. Feeling her nipples hardening at the contact of her flesh with his, Jared took a deep and steadying breath. His cock pointed right at the tempting pink folds of her pussy, practically ready to penetrate her.

Knowing she wouldn’t put up any resistance didn’t help. Jared could practically taste her palpable need in the air, her arousal and his. The water had turned slightly cold, but he could feel the heat escaping between their bodies, longing for contact and to make sparks.

He wouldn’t sheathe himself inside her, though, no matter how long he’d draw the tension out between them, how hard she’d plead or beg. That would give the game away…although it was damnably hard.

Sarah let out a moan when his tip brushed her clit hood. He teased her folds with his cock, and she began to rub at him. Jared easily kept her away.

“No, sub. Behave, unless you want Damon to pick you up and bend you over the counter,” Jared chided.

She swallowed, probably realizing his intent had been to put her in a position of discomfort and denial.
Smart girl.

“Very nice,” Damon commented, stealing her attention away.

Jared noticed the way Sarah watched his brother’s movements. She no longer looked apprehensive or fearful, but, rather, her body hummed with anticipation and excitement.

Damon threaded his fingers into her hair, forcing her to look up at him. Sarah parted her lips, ready to receive his kiss. Damon’s lips curved upward in approval before he hungrily took her offering. Seeing Damon deepen the kiss, practically tongue-fucking her mouth, made Jared’s cock harden and pushed him close to bursting.