Get Off Easy (Noble House, #1) (25 page)

Shorts.

Corset.

Fitted jacket.

And an odd piece of fabric that she thought was a cape for a few minutes until she realized the discreet buttons on the side of the shorts aligned to the button holes at the waist. A skirt. Or at least half of one anyway.

Hrm. All right
.

She looked back into the box, wondering if there was something she had missed. At the bottom, under the pile of tissue paper, she found two cylindrical objects, both bright yellow in color. The bottom of each item had threads, as though they were supposed to be screwed into something. As she lifted the shorts, checking the seams, she found two steel rings with threads machined around the inner circle.

Suddenly, everything in the box made sense.

Dildos. Meant to be mounted in each of the rings and inserted vaginally and anally once she was dressed. She understood what Boyce meant about the choice being hers. Yes, it would be her choice to accompany them to the ball. But if she wore this outfit as intended, it would prepare her for them. Keep her aroused and ready to take them both at the same time.

A thrill raced through her system.

This was it.

This was everything she had ever hoped for.

As she carefully twisted the toys into their respective receptacles, she noticed her hands were shaking. And the realization she’d have to tell them the unvarnished truth hit her squarely between her eyes.

“You can do this,” she stated emphatically. Breathing in and out, she waited until her nerves had settled. “This is what you want. What you’ve wanted all along. Its right here and yours for the taking.”

The pep-talk smoothed over a few of her nerves, but as she stepped into the shorts and slipped them higher, her mind blanked. It took a few tries, and a little maneuvering, but after a few minutes, she’d fit both dildos into place and smoothed the legs of the shorts. The feeling of fullness wasn’t uncomfortable.

In fact, it was perfect.

Pleasure coursed through her.

Yeah, she could totally do this.

Ten minutes later, she walked out of the hotel lobby. The first few strides from her room had been an exercise in patience. Each step reminded her of the toys she’d inserted as they moved inside her. By the time she’d reached the elevator, she’d been highly aroused.

Bless them
.

A man wearing a suit approached. “Ms. Burrows, I’ll be your driver for the evening.”

Grae hesitated, until she saw a small gold disc affixed to the lapel of the man’s suit. The Noble House herald again. “Just how many of you are there?”

“Pardon?” he asked with a smile.

“Sorry. Nothing. I’m ready whenever you are.”

The ride to the hotel where the ball was being held was swift. It was as though the magic of the night touched everything around her. The driver hadn’t encountered a single red light on the drive through the busy city streets.

The thought gave her a moment’s pause.

Surely Saint couldn’t have programmed the stop lights....
nah
. That was too far-fetched even for her. Somehow, everything was just working in her favor. She hoped the trend continued.

After they arrived, and the driver opened the door, Grae saw a wide variety of people filing into the hotel in all manner of outfits. Over-the-top clothing choices that managed to camouflage their purpose for being at the hotel while openly displaying their allegiance to the lifestyle.

“Here I thought I was going to be underdressed.”

The chauffer caught her eye as she stood and smiled. “If I may, ma’am?”

As annoyed as Grae was that he was refusing to drop the formality, she realized he was working to maintain a certain tone. “Yes. Go on.”

“The gentlemen you’re here to meet are extremely fortunate you’ve agreed to join them tonight. I should be so lucky to find a woman with even half your beauty.”

Oh, he is gooooood
.

“You’re quite the charmer.”

“I only speak the truth.” The stoic mask returned. “Your dates will meet you inside.”

“I don’t—”

He pulled out a long piece of thin cardboard and presented it to her. A ticket. “Enjoy the ball, ma’am.”

He was gone in a flash, leaving Grae standing near the valet station alone. If there was anywhere she could feel comfortable about being with two men, the fetish ball was the place. Where individuality and thinking outside the box was accepted. Hell, for all she knew, half the submissives she would see tonight were wearing some sort of device their Dom had carefully, and lovingly, selected for them.

Unsure of where to go, Grae entered the lobby and followed a couple down a wide hallway. The woman with long brown hair walked in heels so high, she was nearly perched forward on her toes. The effortless way she made walking look astonished Grae. While she felt she was more than adept at managing high heels, Grae was certain she couldn’t attempt more than six inches.

Grae also admired the woman’s jacket. Black and shiny, it fit her snugly and laced up the back from hem to neck with a bright-pink ribbon. Every so often, she would step in such a way that Grae would get a quick flash of skin.

Was she naked? Or simply wearing something under the jacket that made it appear as though she was nude?

As they drew near to a curtained area that had been designated as a privacy transition area for the event, the man leaned over and whispered something to his companion. Though Grae couldn’t hear what he’d said, she had felt the air around the couple snap like an electrical charge. Grae followed the couple as they stepped through the heavy black drapes, interested in learning more about what was going to happen next. In the privacy of the secure area, the woman bowed her head as she began unbuttoning the jacket.

Seconds ticked by as the woman worked to obey what her Dom had commanded.

Grae inhaled softly when the woman removed the jacket to show she wore nothing underneath except for the ornate white collar around her throat. The one the man had affixed a delicate length of chain to. He handed a woman collecting items the jacket and accepted a ticket. He turned back to the collared woman and caressed her shoulder. “Ready for the show, fancy?”

Grae couldn’t hear the woman’s reply, but it was obvious the two were more than just play partners. More than fuck buddies. They were a couple. A quick glimpse at the man’s left hand showed they were married.

“I did say I would parade you around on a leash someday.” His devilish smile showed those words had been a long standing threat. Though the woman didn’t appear nervous, the man pressed a kiss to her check. “We’ll get back to our club in Atlanta soon enough. And I’ll mark you again in front of our friends.”

Grae wanted that.

Wanted the obvious love and affection the couple shared even with their power exchange.

“Ticket?”

With a start, Grae realized she’d been staring at the couple as they moved into the room and ignoring the man waiting to take her admittance ticket. “Sorry.”

“No worries, ma’am.” Grae glanced at the man again and realized it was the same submissive who had presented her with the box from Saint and Boyce at the hotel. “Masters Saint and Boyce chose very well.”

She wasn’t sure if he meant her outfit or her body. And she wasn’t sure how to respond. So she simply bowed her head and ducked inside the ballroom. She had to inhale sharply as the atmosphere slapped her in the face with the potent scent of sex. And sin. The Court at Noble House held a similar aroma. As did the Keep.

However, the sex was restrained here.

At the club, people were free to indulge in their desires on a whim. Here, they were forced to keep them controlled. Plenty of flesh was exposed, much like the sub who had entered before Grae. However, everyone knew no one could fully engage in any sexual acts. At least not overtly. The temptation was great. However, the whole point was
not
to participate. To draw out. To tease.

Torment.

Grae understood the draw. And knew she had been putting herself through it all by only being a member of Noble House virtually.

Look. But don’t touch.

A quick glance around the room, Grae couldn’t locate either of the men. Just as well, she wanted to look around some more. Enjoy the heady atmosphere without Saint and Boyce clouding the mix. Not that she minded them fuzzing her brain, but she wanted to enjoy her first fetish ball without wearing subspace-colored glasses.

She took her time wandering, drinking in the assorted costumes. Seeing the way Doms had marked their chosen subs. How submissives looked to their Doms with admiration shining freely in their expressions.

It was a feast for the eyes, as well as the senses.

When Grae came around a tall column on the outskirts of the room, her breath caught in her throat. The crowd had parted, revealing Saint and Boyce standing there, looking at her. Their heated gazes signaled an appreciation for the outfit they’d sent. Unafraid of a little mutual ogling, she noted they were both wearing tuxes.

She wondered if Saint was still wearing the harness he’d shown her earlier.

She’d thought about that damn thing the entire time she’d been in the shower. Thought about how the crop had felt striking her ass. Wondered how it would feel slapping bare skin. The special thing about the men was they both made her want things she’d never desired before.

She’d spent years flitting from one club to the next, never truly giving herself over to the Doms she played with because she’d kept using her one night with Saint and Boyce as a reference point. But she’d thought her two interests could never be the same because she felt her desires were too extreme.

The guys had never showed an interest in the lifestyle, not that she would have understood those thoughts years ago. Then she’d joined Noble House. And she’d realized she’d spent the years since graduation running from the very thing that excited her the most.

“That outfit looks even better than I imagined.” Boyce pulled her to him, slowly backing out onto the dance floor as he teased her mouth with his lips. She was so enamored with the way he played with her, dipping his tongue in for the briefest second before retreating, she forgot that she couldn’t dance.

Boyce covered her lack of skill by capturing her hips between his broad hands, fanning his fingers over the curvature of her ass and guiding her along. She flowed with him, feeling the brush of her thigh against his leg as he pulled on her knee. The movement shifted her stance and a few sharp pangs of arousal unfurled inside her as her pussy clenched around the dildo.

Boyce caught the edge of the slim disk sewed into the outfit, shifting the one buried deep inside her pussy. When she gasped, he smiled before swallowing her quiet inhalations. He shifted again, this time pushing the fabric to the side so he could trace her swollen pussy lips.

Ready to beg him to take her right then and there, fetish ball rules be damned, she very nearly mounted him.

As he lifted his fingers, Boyce held her gaze. He traced her lower lip with the pad of his finger. Before she could lick her wetness away, Boyce crushed his mouth down on hers. She returned the kiss without any sort of control.

Saint nuzzled her ear, pressing against her back and swaying his hips as he pushed the steel firmness of his erection against her bottom. The trio flowed and dipped as one, moving in time to the music as the party around them disappeared.

She was revved, spinning high on the pleasure they’d given her.

As Boyce slipped his tongue between her lips, she desperately wished for someone to touch her with more force. Her clit was swollen and achy, burgeoning with a need that signaled she was ready to let them do whatever they wanted.

Take her.

Put her on her knees.

Collar her like the submissive she’d seen when she’d arrived.

The foreign thought startled her.

She’d never wanted that from a Dom. Never longed to be connected to someone in that way. But she wanted so much with these two men. Needed so much. The natural progression to full-on submission to the men made sense.

“It can always be like this, Grae. Between you and us.” Saint’s voice sounded in her ear as Boyce slowly ended the kiss. “The three of us could be a family. A unit.”

Grae’s heart tripped. “What?”

The men pinned her between them, as though they anticipated her running away.

“I know, angel. From day one,” Saint stated carefully. “You want us both, because you love us both. You don’t want just the sex at the club. Or even at home. You want the happily ever after. But you can’t let yourself because you’re afraid.”

“We’re scared too, Grae,” Boyce added, touching her face. “We’re scared you won’t accept us because you can’t accept the fact you want a triad relationship. You’re afraid of what other people think. What they’ll say behind our backs.”

She swallowed, wondering how they’d gotten to the heart of the matter without spilling her guts. “I’ve tried ignoring what is inside me, but I can’t.”

“Then don’t,” Saint urged.

The cravings she’d had minutes ago faded, and took on a hard edge that had nothing to do with love. Or lust. “I have to. Don’t you understand? I have to.”

“Watching this back and forth you’re conducting in your head is pure madness, Grae. It can only go on for so long.” Saint brushed her hair out of the way, shifting her so she felt the rigidity of the harness he still wore under his tux. This time it didn’t arouse her. “One minute you shove us away. Then next, you look like you want to rip our clothes off.”

Shame filled her, burning hot as it ate away at her arousal. “I know. I’m sorry. I want this. I want you both. I want what the three of us could make together.”

Boyce’s expression softened. “Then let us give you everything you could have ever hoped for. You’re the only one holding that reality back. The only one stopping it. Give the relationship a chance before you write it off completely. Write us off.”

“Let us protect you, Grae,” Saint added. “Let us be the ones who worry about things like that.”

“Let us love you, baby.” Hope crossed Boyce’s expression. “In every way possible.”