STORY EXCERPT

Her voice drifted through the speakers. It wasn’t loud or obnoxious, but more like honey trailing down the bark of a tree. It was smooth and sultry with a touch of naiveté. Rebecca’s hair was strawberry blonde and fell a little below her shoulders. Natural waves were woven into the strands. Lane could tell even from here that her eyes were green. The sundress hid most of her legs, but Rebecca’s calves were tight and tapered sensually to her slender ankles that were wrapped in the straps of her white sandals. Kennedy started off the conversation with a basic rundown of her company, which Rebecca was sure to have already read on the website.

Safeword LLC had been one of Lane and Ross’s first clients when they opened their doors. A safe, sane, and consensual relationship in the BDSM lifestyle was the company’s goal, as was placing the right submissive with the dominants who could give her what she needed. Lane and Ross had lived the lifestyle for years, but had never mixed business with pleasure. It wasn’t until recently that they realized that what they were searching for wasn’t going to be found at the exclusive clubs they frequented.

“Rebecca, I gave you my business card for a reason and now you’ve had the weekend to think about what Safeword can offer you. I need to ask you a question before this interview proceeds. Why did you fill out our application?”

Lane closed the distance to where Ross stood. Standing side by side, they listened as this beauty struggled with her words. He looked closely at her chest, seeing that her breathing was uneven. Her hands were clutching the purse that sat in her lap. And even though she must have been nervous as hell entering into the unknown, the little sub had the courage to answer Kennedy’s question.

“Ever since I was a teenager, I’ve had these fantasies of—well, being tied down. In order for me to have an, um, an o–orgasm, I n–need to picture that in my head.” Rebecca looked down at her hands, which were white from the pressure of her grip. “My last boyfriend called me depraved and—wait a second.” Rebecca lifted her head and looked across the desk at Kennedy. “Why did you give me your business card?”

“Because you, my dear, are not depraved. There are many, many women out there with your desires who have no idea how to go about finding a man to give them what they need.”

“But I don’t like pain,” Rebecca said in protest, leaning forward just a bit in her chair. “I clicked on the links that were on your website and I didn’t find one that excluded pain.”

Kennedy chuckled and then leaned back in her chair. “Rebecca, each relationship in BDSM is different. What is right for one person may not be right for another. Are there sadists and masochists? Absolutely, as well as many degrees in between. But that is why we have limits.”

“So I can request no pain?”

“Let me ask you a few questions before I answer that question, Rebecca. Have you ever experienced anything outside the realm of vanilla sex?”

“Um, no. I’ve tried different positions, though.”

“Have you had anal sex?” Kennedy asked, picking up a pencil.

“No,” Rebecca answered, shifting in her seat.

Kennedy made a check on the paper in front of her. “Have you ever experimented with nipple clamps, clit clamps, paddles, whips, floggers, straps, or canes?”

“N–no.” Rebecca was staring at the paper in Kennedy’s hand, but then looked back up. She straightened her back. “I answered those on the application.”

“Yes, but it is my job to verify your information, Rebecca.”

Lane smiled. So far, Rebecca’s actions were parallel to his and Ross’s needs. When she was hesitant, Rebecca severed eye contact. If she felt confident or bold in her thoughts or actions, eye contact was reconnected. They didn’t want someone experienced, already trained by another Master. Lane and Ross wanted to mold a woman to their likes, wants, and desires. Most importantly, they didn’t want a mindless woman who didn’t have a will of her own. They needed a promising novice they could lead in the discovery of her submissive self. She needed to have spirit as well as passion.

“What about exhibition?”

“Exhibition? I thought I was going to be with two specific men, not passed around. Look, maybe this was a mistake. I—”

“Close your eyes, Rebecca.” Kennedy had hardened her tone. Lane and Ross knew that to possess that feature, one was usually a dom or domme, but they had yet to figure out what Kennedy’s deal was. She didn’t speak of her personal life. Hell, maybe she was a switch. “Now.”

Rebecca didn’t hesitate, a sure sign of her true nature.

ADULT EXCERPT

Ross gently released her breasts and brought his warm hands down to her cool stomach. It wasn’t as flat as Becca would have wanted it, and she mentally cringed at what she would say if he asked her to describe her abdomen. She wasn’t good at this game and wanted it over with, yet she’d never felt so aroused. It was if her body had awakened from a long winter’s sleep. How had Ms. Van Camp known this was what Becca had needed?

“Please describe where my hands are, Rebecca.”

“Oh, my stomach, Sir.”

“That’s all you have to say?”

“I–I’m not happy with that part of me, Sir.”

“Then let’s change your view, shall we? I see porcelain skin that is soft to the touch while the slight swell speaks of your fertile health.” Ross stroked his thumb across her lower abdomen, which caused her muscles to contract as well as her pussy. “Your voluptuous curves lead into what an artist would see as perfection, lightly etching your lines to catch the blossoming of your hips. The only thing their artwork lacks is the ability to capture the grace with which you tilt them as you walk, framing your flower between them.”

Becca watched as his hands dipped farther down, suspended right above her bare pussy. Her clit was enflamed, glowing a bright pink, and had been overly sensitive since she’d left the spa. The dampness growing inside her thighs was becoming alarming. If air could cause such a fiery reaction, Becca wasn’t sure she’d be able to cope with Ross’s touch. She was finding it hard not to lean back against his broad chest for support. Ross pulled his hands away and stepped back. She nearly collapsed in frustration.

“Place your fingers inside your folds, Rebecca. Pull them apart and show me your pussy.”

Becca had to lock her knees in place. Ross had stood behind her with his mouth close to her ear as he described parts of her body that she never would have considered erogenous. After listening to his words and seeing and feeling her body respond to him, Becca was on the verge of accepting his portrayal of her sensuality. But now, seeing her bare mound and being instructed to expose her pussy, Becca felt her vulnerability return in waves. In her mind, there wasn’t anything pretty about her pussy.

Not wanting Ross to think she was hesitating, Becca slowly brought her hands around and slid an index finger into each fold. Much to her surprise, her newly waxed skin felt like slippery velvet.

“Pull up and expose yourself to me.”

Becca was surprised when her hands didn’t slip and she was able to separate her folds, exposing her engorged clit and drenched labia. Her juices flowed as if he had turned on a faucet. She would have been red with embarrassment at her condition if it weren’t for the state of flushed excitement she was now in. She kept her eyes glued to her pussy, not wanting to give Ross a reason to add to her earlier punishment. How was Ross going to describe what she was displaying as anything other than what it was? Becca had reservations that he would be able to do so without her fainting dead away.

“You are easy to read, my dear Rebecca.”

Ross walked around her, coming to stand in front of the mirror. He was blocking her view and Becca hesitated on where to look. Ross took the decision away from her when he slowly bent to one knee—directly in front of her bare pussy. He shifted so that she maintained her view. She was both mortified and set afire when he inhaled deeply.

“Your smell is intoxicating. Moisture is flowing down your inner thighs and glistening like a beam of light shining down from a streetlight on a puddle gracing an empty street. Do you know what that tells me? It divulges your arousal at being put on display. Lane and I look forward to presenting you at the club among other places. A friend of ours is very good with rope. Maybe we should ask him to slip some twine in between your folds, similar to how you have your fingers, and make sure your pussy is open for viewing. I’d be profoundly honored to say that your cunt belongs to us both. Do you see what I see? Your pussy is open, revealing satiny pink skin and a flaming red clit that’s throbbing with the beat of your heart. Do you feel your clit pulsating?”

Becca felt her pulse in her ears just like she did when she was about to have an orgasm, but couldn’t quite reach that point of release. If only Ross would touch her—just one touch would bring her the explosion she desperately sought. Becca couldn’t hold back the whimper of utter conquest that escaped her throat. Ross had done nothing but run his finger down her arm and express his appreciation for her body and he’d somehow taken her beyond anything she’d ever sexually experienced.

“Do you now see what I see, Becca?”

The heat of her name coming from his lips soaked into her skin. Yes, Becca saw herself as he pronounced—a sensual, beautiful woman. More importantly, she felt it. A sense of confidence washed over her, as if they had consummated their connection. She felt cherished.

“Yes, Sir,” Becca whispered.

“A man could get used to coming home this.”

Becca couldn’t hold back her cry of surprise at hearing Lane’s voice from across the room.