Writes of Submission (16 page)

“I sent it to you before I came down,” Kane said.

“Fantastic.” Dante pulled out his phone and checked it. “Got it. You’re a rock star.”

“Of course I am,” Kane agreed. He turned to Nikki. “What are you waiting for? Let’s get you out of those clothes and into your new outfit.”

“What? Here?” Nikki looked around, half expecting to see reporters with cameras hiding behind the furniture.

“Yes, here. Why not?” He was looking at her appraisingly. Dante took a step back as if to give her space, but grinned.

Allie squeezed her shoulders as she walked past. “I’ll be in the kitchen getting lunch ready. Yell if you need anything. But I think you’ll be just fine.”

Nikki stood for a moment, considering. She’d been nearly naked in front of both of them last night. Nudity was encouraged and approved here. Nobody would bat an eye if they came into the house and found her standing there naked. Both of the guys were watching her, apparently waiting to see how she was going to react to Kane’s question.

No, his order. He took a step closer, sliding a finger under the neckline of her T-shirt and pulling it ever so slightly out. His eyebrows raised and his lips curled into a smile, the wicked one that made her legs turn to jelly and her pussy clench.

“Well?”

That one word made her decision. Nikki silently raised the shirt over her head and tossed it to the side. Then she slid out of her jeans and stood in front of him—in front of both of them—in just bra and panties, waiting to see what Kane’s next direction would be.

He tilted his head, blinking. “I think the bra should come off, too. Don’t you agree, Dante?”

Dante joined him, a huge grin splitting his face. He nodded enthusiastically. “Oh, yeah. It would really make the outfit.”

Glad she’d put on her best pair of lace panties, Nikki reached behind her back and unsnapped the bra. Then she slid the straps down over her arms, clinching them tightly so the cups wouldn’t come off too quickly.

Kane’s lips twitched. “Dante, it seems to be stuck. Could you give her a hand with that?”

“You bet!” Dante jumped forward like a dog who’s been straining at the leash. He took hold of the straps and tugged lightly. “Let’s see. I might have to get in there and see what it’s caught on.”

Nikki couldn’t believe what was happening. She, Nikki Sutherland, had two hot guys trying to get her naked. In the middle of the day. In a semi-public place. They were playing with her, and she was actually playing back.

She took a step to the side, flashing Dante a teasing smile. “I’m not sure I want you to ‘get in there.’”

He glanced at Kane and when he got an encouraging nod, he made a lunge for her. Nikki squealed and turned, but his arms were around her like a vise, dragging her back to stand in front of Kane. A big, warm hand covered the tops of her breasts, shooting fire through her whole system.

“Are you tired of playing or would you like a spanking now?” Kane’s eyes were glittering again, in a way that she was beginning to recognize. It seemed to mean that he was both horny and playful. He reached out and took the bra straps as Dante pried her arms away, allowing the garment to fall to the floor. Then he stepped in, one hand claiming a breast and the other landing on her hip, shooting more sparks into her pussy.

Dante pushed her a little forward so that she was the middle of a super-hot man sandwich. There seemed to be hands all over her, on her breasts, her stomach, her hips and one cupping her ass. She fought to push down the panic that threatened to overwhelm her. Enjoy the moment, she told herself. It might be the only chance she ever got to experience a ménage this way, and she owed it to herself and to her future readers to explore it fully.

“Do you regret what we did last night?” Kane spoke softly, but his eyes were oddly questioning as they searched her own.

She relaxed a little, shaking her head. “Not at all, Sir.”

“Dante? Do you?”

“Hell, no.” Dante bent his head and laid a cheek on Nikki’s hair. “It was the best night of my life.”

Really
? It had been the best night of
her
life, certainly, but Dante’s? How could that be?

“We could have lots more of those, if the two of you are willing,” Kane said. “Nikki, you see that we’re both interested in you. What would you say to giving this polyamory thing a try?”

Nikki opened her mouth to ask how they could possibly be serious. Instead she heard her voice saying simply, “Yes.”

“Good.” He smiled and tilted his head down to her, claiming her mouth again. Behind her, Dante pulled her hair aside and she shivered as his lips brushed her ear. “I need to get to the front of one of these things someday soon,” he murmured, beginning to bite her neck lightly.

Chapter 14

Dante took Nikki’s hand and led her through the kitchen and out onto the back porch. They stood there for a moment, Nikki feeling amazed at herself for walking around outside with only a pair of lace panties on. The air on her skin was exhilarating, raising goose bumps and making her horny all at the same time.

When she shivered slightly, Dante smiled at her. “Feels great, doesn’t it?”

She thought about it for a second. “It kind of does, yeah.”

Dante laughed. “If you like this, I’ll take you to a nudist resort some weekend. Maybe we can do that to celebrate the book release. Before we start, though, Kane needs to change into his leathers and I need my camera.”

“Ah, yes.” Kane tossed the black slip to Nikki and turned to go inside. “We’ll be right back.”

“Here’s the overdress.” Dante handed it to her and followed Kane.

Nikki began to put the clothes on, but then stopped, looking around. She might as well enjoy a few minutes of naughtiness before the guys came back. She sat down on a porch chair, feeling daring and audacious, and leaned back, enjoying the feel of the sun and air on her skin. She felt daring and sexy, not like someone who was past the age for wearing revealing clothes and collecting lovers.

A week ago she would never have considered doing the kinds of things she was doing now. She’d thought then that her perfect life would be living alone in a small cottage somewhere with a dog and her computer, making enough money that she didn’t need to go back to a nine-to-five. Now she was confronted with the idea of polyamory, having more than one lover, experiencing and watching BDSM scenes on a regular basis, and walking around naked, even outside.

She realized that she was intrigued by Dante’s invitation to go to a nudist resort. She tried to imagine herself getting comfortable enough to do that, but it still seemed to be beyond her.

The opening of the screen door made her jump and screech, automatically snatching the slip to cover herself with.

Dante laughed, stepping outside. “It’s just me. I brought a pair of Allie’s shoes in case you wanted them. Kane’s coming down the stairs now. Just wait until you see him. You’ll love it.”

Dante looked incredibly sexy in tight black jeans and a leather vest with nothing underneath. Nikki immediately pulled the clothes on without thinking about their size, only wanting to be covered in front of this stud. She just wanted to stare at him and the bulge in the front of his pants.

When Kane stepped outside her eyes widened even more. He was wearing heavy black leather pants, a deep red shirt, and a leather vest covered in small pins. She might not have recognized him if she’d seen him on the street like this, although she might have turned and followed him anyway. He looked every inch the Dom, someone who commanded submissives with only a twitch of his eyebrow.

“What are those?” Dante, obviously not as starry-eyed as Nikki, stepped up to get a closer look.

“They’re run pins from fetish conventions,” Kane said, squinting down and straightening the ones that had gotten a little crooked.

“Cool. I need to check that out.” Dante turned and offered his arm to Nikki, who was wobbling a little on her borrowed stilettos. “Shall we go?”

They began the trek to the barn, Nikki wishing she’d waited to put the shoes on until they got there. She wasn’t used to walking in five-inch heels, and the uneven ground was not helpful. Still, she couldn’t help but feel elegant and a little dangerous, surrounded by her two leather-clad hunks. Seeing her wobble, they each put out an elbow and she put her hands into them, grateful for the help.

“I’d like to get a couple pics tonight of you arriving at The Keep,” Dante said as they walked. “For now, I was thinking that we get a few of you either on or looking at some of the dungeon equipment. We’ll definitely want the rope dress thing that you talked about, and then maybe a few with that on—in the cage? Allie said their toys are in a bag at the back of the room. We can borrow them for props but she’d rather we didn’t actually play without her there.”

“Of course,” Kane agreed. “Toys don’t usually get passed around like that. Tonight at the club I’ll bring my own toy bag, but for now using theirs will work.”

Nikki’s stomach began to churn at the talk of toys and pictures. When Kane opened the door of the barn and stood back for her to enter, she began to tremble a little. What did she really know about these guys? Would Allie be able to hear her if she screamed for help?

Probably not, but now was not the time to lose her nerve. She’d come so far, she might as well see this through to the end. At least you’re finally having an adventure, she told herself. She took a deep breath and stepped inside.

It was dim in the barn, and the dungeon furniture lining the walls had a distinctly sinister look. Dante ran around, turning on lights in strategic areas, leaving a dim overall look but getting enough light so he could take pictures.

“Okay,” Dante said finally, when he was satisfied with the setup. “Why don’t the two of you stand by this thing? It’s called a St. Andrew’s Cross, right? Kane, put a hand on it as if you’re deciding what kind of scene you’re going to do here. Nikki, come and stand beside him, hands behind your back, looking down. Kane, tilt your head just a little that way so we only see a bit of your profile. That’s it.”

The camera clicked, Dante repositioned them, and then there was more clicking. Then he instructed Nikki to remove the lace overdress and lean against the cross. Kane reached up and took her hand, pretending to tie her to it, and Dante got a few more pictures.

Then he found rope and Kane began encasing her in an intricate rope dress. Like the last time, Kane ran his fingers over her skin as he pulled the surprisingly soft rope around her, so that half of the sensation came from his hand. It was much more erotic than if he’d simply been winding rope around her, and Nikki began to understand how appealing bondage could be. Her brain immediately emptied and she was only aware of his breath on her neck and his fingers moving across her body. She lost all sense of time and simply allowed herself to enjoy the experience.

It felt like only a few minutes before he stepped back to admire his work. If she hadn’t been wearing the slip, Nikki thought, the word “dress” would have been totally misleading. The ropes went over and under her breasts, covering nothing, and around each side of her groin, pulling the silky material tightly up around her hips.

“Are we sure we want pictures of this?” Nikki looked down at herself dubiously, her floaty, happy feeling beginning to drain away as she remembered that there would be pictures of this. “Maybe Allie would be willing—”

Kane stopped his work and stood in front of her. “Nikki, relax. You are beautiful. Take a deep breath.”

She tried to follow his instructions, but her eyes kept flitting nervously toward Dante and his camera. Didn’t he see that she just wasn’t attractive enough for this?

He didn’t seem to think so. He smiled encouragingly at her, pointing the camera. “That’s great. Kane, can you turn your head a bit? Then put a hand on her chin, tilting it just a tiny bit to the side. Another hand on her ass, maybe…” He moved around them, making small adjustments until he got the picture he wanted.

As he fussed, Kane gazed into Nikki’s eyes. “Look at me,” he murmured when she glanced down. “For right now, you belong to me. If you’re going to be part of this, you’re going to have to put yourself in my hands. I promise I won’t hurt you, but I need you to trust me. Can you do that?”

“Yes.” She lowered her gaze to his vest, unable to maintain eye contact. When he was in front of her, demanding her focus, his energy encircling her like a warm, protective blanket, she felt like she could and would do anything for him.

“Is that how you are to answer me?”

She panicked for a brief moment, then remembered. “No. I mean No, Sir. I mean, yes, Sir.”

He smiled. “That’s better, love.”

“Beautiful.” Dante’s voice came from behind, startling them both a little. “I have an idea. Get in the cage. Nikki, stand against the bars, back toward me. Kane, if you stand behind her, your leg between hers, your head down so your face is hidden in her hair…”

He took shots in the cage while Nikki tried not to shiver at the nearness of Kane. The smell of his leather wound itself into her nostrils, making her almost weak with sexual desire. Any time his hand brushed or landed on her skin, tendrils of fire shot through her. She let them lead her around, posing her on various pieces of equipment and then with Nikki kneeling at Kane’s feet, his hand on her head as Dante took picture after picture, close up and far away.