Natalie Acres (15 page)

Glancing at Wyatt, he regained some composure, returned to the couch, and picked up their notebook. “How do you feel about two Doms?”

“Which two?” She cocked her head and shot them a flirty smile.

“Humor me,” Sebastian grumbled.

“I haven’t been with two Doms at the same time,” she confessed. “I’m not opposed.”

As if Wyatt suddenly thought of something, he held up his hand and stopped Sebastian from continuing. “Have you
ever
been with two men at the same time?”

Kimberly froze. Sebastian could tell by the look on her face. Wyatt’s question wasn’t one she wanted to answer.

“Kimberly?” Wyatt pressed. “Have you been—”

“I heard the question,” she snapped.

Wyatt started to speak, but Sebastian quickly warned him with a shake of his forefinger, moving the digit across the cushion quickly so only Wyatt could see. Sebastian stroked his chin, observing her as she struggled with her answer.

Finally, she said, “Just because I haven’t been with two men at the same time doesn’t mean I haven’t been prepped for it, trained. I’ve taken several toy penetrations in preparation and Jason had planned to share me.”

“Of course he did,” Sebastian said, remembering well the conversation between them after the first auction where he’d met Kimberly. He’d offered that very compromise when he’d realized Jason had no intentions of allowing Kimberly the opportunity to spend time with him alone.

“It was in his training plan,” Kimberly said.

“How long were you with Neely?” Sebastian asked, curious now.

Several shades of pink tainted her arms and cheeks. Another question she didn’t want to answer, and Sebastian stiffened as he awaited her reply.

“Answer the question, sub,” Sebastian said, fearing if he didn’t push for a quick response, she might refuse him one at all.

“He started pursuing me the minute I turned eighteen.”

“What?” Wyatt asked, his face drawn in clearly defined anguish.

“We didn’t have sex then,” she quickly told them. “He just pursued me and let me know that I belonged to him.”

“Oh God,” Sebastian muttered, rising from the furniture and stalking the door. This was worse than he’d thought. She’d been a virgin when Jason took her. She’d been his and his alone. “Wyatt, I need to speak with you.”

They exited the room and stood nose to nose in the hallway. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

“She’s only been with Neely.”

“You don’t know that,” Wyatt said.

“You heard her. He practically ripped the diapers off her ass and carried her from the cradle!”

Wyatt thinned his lips.

“This is worse than I thought. She’s not over him. Hell, she fucked him this morning!”

“Her sister and Mitch think he’s keeping her bound to him through various mind control methods. He isn’t good
to her
. He isn’t good
for her
. Now you see why.”

“What I see is a woman who will run right back to him at any given time. He owns her heart. He owns her body. He’s the only one who can release her.”

“I don’t believe that,” Wyatt argued. “And as for any other man touching her, we can’t be sure about that either. They had a volatile relationship.”

“I’d rather think she’s been with a number of partners than to think she’s only been with Neely.”

“We both may be disappointed there,” Wyatt pointed out. “Then again, we may be surprised. Her wounds from him run deep, but who knows what happened when she tried to heal. Maybe she crawled in bed with a random guy. Maybe she played in lifestyle clubs. Perhaps she—”

“Curled up in bed and waited for her Master to call her?”

“That’s possible, too.”

“Damn it,” Sebastian grumbled.

“We have thirty minutes left before the next Dom uses the study for the interview process.”

“Let him wait,” Sebastian said. “I own this damn house and I’ve waited months, if not years, for this moment. No one will rush me.”

Sebastian and Wyatt returned. They looked as if they were a troublesome pair, full of questions for which they already knew the answers, or suspected anyway.

Sebastian marched to the desk. He thrust his arms forward, and his palms landed on either side of her hips. His face was inches from hers.

She shivered then, not because she was frightened, but because that look of determination left her pussy quivering in anticipation. Her mind churned with the erotic ideas and sexual notions. The man’s sex appeal was about as addictive as that dark charm.

“How many?”

“How many what?” She understood the question. Submissive women knew the importance of honesty and in situations like these, Kimberly fully expected the interrogation. It was the only reason she had been reluctant about the auction in the first place.

Many good women had fallen victim to love at these charitable functions. Many good relationships soured because of them as well, or so Jason had once told her.

Sebastian’s upper lip curled. “You’re testing me.”

“I don’t understand the question.”

Wyatt inched closer. The lust in his eyes had dimmed since the powwow in the hallway, and she couldn’t help but place some blame Sebastian’s way. “If you’re interested in the woman, if a submissive appeals to you, and the three of us suit, what difference does the past make?”

“Damn it! How many?” Sebastian’s voice seemed to ricochet off the walls.

She studied him then, really studied him. The flex of his jaw, the furrowed brow, and the thick muscles tightening his arms gave him away, but something more interesting changed the game. Her gaze dropped to his belt. A damning and quite thick imprint of his cock made her mouth water.

Carefully, she reached for him. She looped her fingers over his belt and drew him closer. Her lips never quite touched his as she dipped her hands inside his slacks.

She gathered him between her two palms, greedily pumping him as she searched his eyes, quietly working her hands up and down his thick shaft while pretending two hands were required. Ten fingers had to massage and ease him.

His shoulders relaxed as she walked her fingers up and down his stout member, applying pressure at strategic points. Wyatt watched from a close distance, acting as if the mere act of observing was as intense as feeling her hands on his cock as well.

Moisture slipped from his cockhead and covered her fingers. She withdrew one hand and continued pumping, slipping those damp fingers between her lips and sucking them, looping her tongue around the middle digit.

“Stop,” he said, pulling back.

“No,” she replied, dragging her thumb over the crest.

His eyes darkened as he thinned his lips. His hips shimmied as he tried to back away and force her hand away from his slacks. Instead, she yanked him forward, pulling him by his cock so her lips were touching his, rubbing against them.

“Let me make you come,” she pleaded, peppering his lips with kisses. “Show me you want me. Show me you lose control when you’re around me.”

Sebastian’s lips parted. His tongue darted in and out as her hand pumped up and down.

She expected him to stop. She knew he would pull away and she would possibly face the consequences of punishment. For now, she enjoyed the warmth she felt in the palm of her hand as she yanked that thick wedge of hot, manly flesh in and out of her tightly drawn fist.

Kimberly touched his cheek with her free hand. He grabbed hold of her wrist, keeping his fingers clasped around her as he drove his tongue between her lips and kissed her, dueling for the lead, trying to maintain control, and kissing her like they’d kissed several dozen times the year before.

Sebastian’s hips moved. The slight gyration made her work harder for his pleasure. She yanked her arm back, bending her elbow all at once and realizing she might pop buttons, ruin zippers, but the end result would grant the access she desired.

“Oh God, woman,” he whispered, rubbing the texture of his lips over her mouth.

Wyatt cleared his throat and Sebastian stilled. His cock twitched in her hand once more before he backed away entirely, unwilling to let her finish him or perhaps unable.

“We need to complete the interview process,” Wyatt said, shooting Sebastian a grin. “Don’t worry, I’m sure our sub will be happy to
train us
later.”

“Fuck you,” Sebastian grumbled, making an outward effort to regain his composure. He readjusted his cuffs, pushing his shirtsleeves to his elbows.

“I call it like I see it,” Wyatt said, clearly agitated.

Sebastian rubbed his nape. Wyatt turned to her and said, “We were talking about your lovers. I want to know how many.”

“Fuck me and I’ll tell you,” she said, realizing there was no possible way he’d take her up on the idea. He’d already been standoffish because of her earlier confession. She’d been in bed with Jason that very morning and apparently that fact wasn’t one Wyatt would overlook.

“You’ll tell me out of respect,” Wyatt told her.

“I’ll barter for it. And that’s the only way you’ll find out the truth.”

Wyatt and Sebastian shared a brief exchange. Sebastian took a weighted breath. “This process is taking longer than I thought. Take her upstairs to my room. You work out the terms of the barter proposition and I’ll be there after my guests are settled in for the night.”

Kimberly hopped down off the desk, realizing the intended use of the furniture was now behind her. The sensual heat in the air was intoxicating as Wyatt led her through the house and up the stairs.

Once they entered the master suite, Kimberly realized she’d bartered with a man who was fully equipped to take her up on a trade. And by the looks of the expanded space, he also had the tools to punish and reward her.

Kimberly toured the room, studying the various equipment strategically placed throughout the suite. Wyatt removed his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt, showcasing a broad, tan chest.

“What do you think so far?” Wyatt asked, kicking off his shoes and making himself comfortable.

“I think I left my shoes in the study,” she said.

“I wasn’t talking about your high heels. I was talking about the experience.”

“It’s for a good cause. Right?”

“Absolutely,” Wyatt said.

“And you wanted to support the cause. That’s why I’m here.”

“You know why you’re here,” Wyatt said.

“I haven’t figured that out entirely,” Kimberly admitted. “Sebastian obviously tried to make a connection several times, but I can’t understand why forming one was so important to him.”

“He’ll fill in the blanks when the time is right.”

Kimberly took hold of the bedpost and swung her body around, facing him when he sat on the bed. “So you’re interested in my history. That matters to you.”

“It matters more to Sebastian, but I’m curious. More so now than I was before since you’re defiant and don’t want to give us a direct answer.”

“Did it ever occur to you that I just need to fuck?”

“From what you told me earlier, you haven’t been sexually deprived.”

“That’s exactly what I’ve been,” she bitterly said, thinking of how often Jason had used her body for training experiments, and then went off for the weekend with another woman or several women, all of whom returned to Fletcher singing Jason’s praises.

“Why did you put up with him?” Wyatt asked. His handsome face showcased the features of a man who genuinely wanted to know more about her, seemingly even cared about her responses. His eyes were soft, but his lips set in a tight line as he awaited her answer.

“I was eighteen when Jason befriended me.” She acknowledged Sebastian with a smile when he entered the bedroom. The straps of her heels were wrapped around his fingers.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Jaelon was already trying them on for size.”

“He’s straight as an arrow, but loves to wear women’s shoes,” Wyatt further explained.

“He’s a cross-dresser,” Sebastian corrected him. “His interest in women’s fashion doesn’t stop with their footwear.”

Wyatt stretched out on his side and used his palm to support his head. “We were talking about her relationship with Jason.”

“Don’t let me interrupt.”

Kimberly took a deep breath. “I’ve said all I intend to say. We barter now.”

Sebastian chuckled. “Look around, Kimberly. There was a specific reason we moved this conversation to the bedroom. We don’t barter with our subs. It’s rare when we even lose one smidgen of control.”

Wyatt’s gentle expression hardened, but the rogue look suited him. She appreciated that hard look of determination, the Dom coming to the fore.

“You’re on our turf now, baby, which means you play by our rules,” Wyatt said. “As for fucking you? We’ll get around to that…a day or two after tomorrow.”

The next day