STORY EXCERPT

Brenna Rutherford hated detours. It wasn’t that she couldn’t use her GPS to find her way around. It was the inconvenience of not being able to drive down familiar roads. Ever since Mark’s death, she found that anything unfamiliar or outside her normal routine unnerved her as it had never done before.

She’d been an ICU nurse in a trauma center now for almost ten years, so unpredictability and chaos were commonplace during every shift. An ever-changing work environment she could handle. But outside of the comfort of the hospital, she couldn’t seem to deal with anything interfering with her set routine. Her psychologist told her that was normal, and in time she’d be ready to handle the normal twists and turns of life.

On days like this, Brenna doubted it. She’d been in therapy for nearly three years, and while she only saw Gretchen once a quarter now, or more often when something triggered the demons, some things were still far from normal.

She took the road the GPS told her was part of the detour and searched for a sign. It was always more reassuring to see a bright orange detour sign, especially when she was on a road she didn’t normally travel. This little Saturday afternoon excursion had been at the suggestion of her psychologist. Too bad she hadn’t known to warn Brenna in advance that the damn road was closed. Or, maybe she had known and this was part of her warped sense of humor? Gretchen worked at the same hospital Brenna did, and they’d known each other for close to ten years.

Either way, she was stuck taking the long way around, so she might as well enjoy it. The spring day was warm, with just a hint that there might be storms on the way. Brenna opened the moon roof and smiled as the sun warmed her hair. Soon, it would be summer, and she could walk outside without a coat or even a light jacket on. Those were the days she enjoyed most.

The three-year anniversary of Mark’s death was in August. She still had four months. The past two years had been very, very bad, but she was holding out hope that his year would be a bit easier to get through.

A sign caught her eye, but it wasn’t bright orange. It was hand-painted, and decorated at the edges with what looked like lace doilies. Intrigued, Brenna slowed her speed and looked for more signs pointing toward the estate sale. She’d always found those sad, because they usually were the result of someone who had died. But these days, she found them comforting in a way. She felt a camaraderie with the relatives who hosted them.

Her late fiancé hadn’t died from old age or a long-standing disease, as most of the people whose possessions their relatives were selling off had done, but that didn’t matter. Inevitably someone would strike up a conversation with her, and she could tell the story one more time. Each retelling helped her cope with his unexpected death a bit.

She’d stopped telling the story to her co-workers because it was difficult to deal with the judgment that came with the tale. Yes, Mark had been taking drugs and she hadn’t known it. She should have known it. She was a nurse, for God’s sake. But he’d been a respiratory therapist, and he’d hidden his abuse well. Very well.

So well, that when he’d been brought into the ER that night after crashing his motorcycle against a bridge abutment, and she was told he had massive drugs on board, she hadn’t believed it. She’d insisted they run the tox screen again. In the end, she’d had to accept two horrible realities. The man she’d been in love with since high school was dead, and he’d been living a secret life she’d known nothing about.

She found the house, and it looked like most of the items for sale were spread out in the front yard, and spilled over into a barn along the side of the property. She parked on the lawn since everyone else seemed to have done the same thing, and walked toward the barn first. They always put the good stuff inside, even in warmer weather.

Once in there, she inhaled the sweet smell of hay, and didn’t even mind that she could also detect more unpleasant smells underneath it. She was certainly used to those, because human and animal body waste smelled the same to her.

Most of the items were worn and very old, and unfortunately not anything she wanted or needed. But near the back of the barn an item caught her eye that seemed out of place with the rest of the clothing and old dishes for sale.

As she approached it, a sudden breeze sent a shiver down her spine. Brenna almost didn’t keep walking. The uneasiness was that palpable. But then the painting called to her. It was the only way she could describe the sensation. She glanced around, but no one was back here. The item was all alone, and as she drew closer she could see why. It looked completely out of place among seersucker jackets and dishes that looked like the kind her grandparents had owned.

A dark green cloth covered part of it, so Brenna pulled it off, revealing the entire painting. The frame was old, ornate, and reminded her of something she’d be more likely to see in a museum. The background in the painting was dark. The woman portrayed was on her back, nude, with a black blindfold on, and chains across her outstretched arms and ankles.

Brenna’s breathing grew rapid as she stared at it. It was the most decadent thing she’d ever seen. Each inch of her body conjured up images of being chained down and forced to submit to a Dom, or two. At the same time, the memories of what she’d shared with Mark overwhelmed her, and she had to step away from the portrait for a moment.

Mark had been an experienced Dom by the time he’d asked Brenna to marry him, but Brenna had learned about the lifestyle alongside him. She’d also learned more about her fantasies and desires than she’d ever have been able to figure out on her own. The kinky sex was merely a bonus. An incredible bonus that she still craved every single day of her life.

But what she also craved even more was the touch of a dominant in her life.

ADULT EXCERPT

She’d never been kissed like this. Her body took over and she felt like she was floating above the scene, watching it. And that was just fine because she couldn’t even think right now. She started to wrap her arms around his broad shoulders but Jaxon caught her wrists and held her arms overhead. That forced yet more moans from her, and when Parker tangled his fingers in her hair and gave it a tug, she almost came.

This was what she craved. This sexy dominance. She didn’t know why she’d been so worried. These two were so freaking arousing she could barely hold it together right now.

Parker released the kiss and trailed his tongue over her collar bones, while Jaxon let go of her wrists and pulled off her top. She didn’t even flinch. Being naked with them right now seemed like the most natural thing in any world. He unhooked her bra, and when he removed it, Parker groaned and fastened his mouth on one nipple.

Brenna cried out in pleasure as tiny jolts of electricity shot straight to her throbbing clit. Her pussy was soaked, and crazy erotic images danced through her head. She closed her eyes and let them wash over her.

She’d never been this turned-on in her life, and decided that whatever magick these two possessed that had allowed her to fall through that portrait, it was in their entire bodies. They were the source of the magick, not the paintings. Because as satisfying as sex had always been with Mark, she’d never shed her inhibitions so quickly or so completely as this. And she liked it. A lot.

Parker released her nipple. “You’re so beautiful.”

She couldn’t even answer him. Words were impossible right now. All she could do was gaze into his deep blue eyes, and let the emotions wash over her. He kissed each nipple, tenderly, and then he grinned. “Does the carpet match the drapes, Brenna?”

She laughed. “Well, Sire, yes it does, but I have the carpet waxed so you can’t see that right now.”

“Oh?” He pulled off her jeans and panties so quickly that she nearly slipped off the sofa. He removed her shoes and socks, and then they turned her so that she was lying lengthwise on the sofa, facing away from the corner where Daniel still stood. She’d completely forgotten about him, and right now she didn’t even give a shit that he was still here.

“That is so sexy,” said Jaxon, his voice gruff and full of passion. “Does the hair grow back?”

“It will now. Unless you have spa services here.”

“We figure something out.”

Jaxon practically had to wipe drool off his chin, and she laughed again. “I didn’t realize you were familiar with that expression.”

He frowned in confusion.

“The carpet matching the drapes.”

“We heard it from another woman who crossed over last year. But enough talking.” Jaxon spread her legs and licked her pussy, from her throbbing clit all the way to her asshole, and back again. Brenna shook her head back and forth as wave after wave of desire washed over her. She couldn’t even keep up with the sensations.

Parker went back to her breasts, kneading them in his strong hands and teasing her nipples into taut points with his fingers. When he gently bit them, she cried out again in pleasure. She was so close to coming it was ridiculous. What would happen when their dicks were inside her?

Jaxon slipped two fingers into her pussy. “You are so tight…”

“It’s been a while, Sire.”

“I can’t imagine how the men in your world weren’t lined up, waiting to fuck you.”

She bit her lip as memories tried to force their way in. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to acknowledge Mark, but this wasn’t the time. Later. She’d tell them everything about her life after this was taken care of.

“We prefer not to use condoms unless things are likely to get messy. Is that all right with you?”

“Yes, Sire.” She didn’t give a shit about any of that right now. She needed them inside her. Brenna stroked Parker’s hair because he was closer, and found it surprisingly soft to the touch. He kissed her hand, and then he licked her neck again, her breasts, and finally her abdomen.

He and Jaxon changed places, and Jaxon straddled her torso to take her breasts into his hands and tease them as Parker had done. Brenna was out of her mind with need now. She brushed her hands along his arms, enjoying the way his fine dusting of dark hair sent chills down her spine. When he bent his head to suck on her nipples, she cried out and tangled her fingers in his hair, which was also very soft.

Parker stood and shed his clothes, and Brenna made noises in the back of her throat at the sight of his muscled body. He was covered in tats, and his dick was thick, red, and dripping with pre-cum. “Oh, please,” she whispered.

Jaxon chuckled and stood as well, then removed his clothing to reveal an equally gorgeous body and a nice, thick cock. Both men looked ready for her, and more than able to satisfy her.

“I can’t stand it any longer, Sire. I want you both inside me.”