Natalie Acres (17 page)

“Place your palms on the floor,” he said, reaching under her and unsnapping the silver buttons at her crotch. He quickly pulled the material away from her hips. Bunching the cloth around her waist, he said, “Today I expect truth and compliance.”

“I’ll give you what you want,” she promised as she anticipated the first of many more wallops against her bare ass.

Thin leather met flesh as numerous strikes resounded. “I believe you, sub.”

Sebastian was as hard as steel by the time Wyatt arrived in the bedroom with Kimberly’s clothing. Standing at her head, he looked down the long bridge of his nose, noticing her acceptance, her eager compliance.

“Good God,” Wyatt said, tossing aside her belongings and squatting behind her.

Reaching under the stool, he located the soothing cream, unsealed the jar, and lathered his hands in the clear substance. “Are you hurt?”

“Hmm, no,” she whispered, locking her gaze on Sebastian’s erection.

Wyatt ran his hands over her globes, glaring at Sebastian as if he thought he’d somehow managed to carry her punishment too far or shove her beyond her limitations. “I leave you alone for a few minutes and you leave welts on her ass.”

Sebastian stepped forward. He gathered a handful of bangs and lifted her head. “Did I hurt you, sub?”

“No,” she replied, moistening her lips.

“You were supposed to bring her breakfast,” Wyatt said, waving his hand at the tray.

“We’re sidetracked,” Sebastian said, searching her face. Without a doubt, Kimberly had thoroughly enjoyed her whipping. Her cries for more were only trumped by the way she’d thrown her body toward his, rotating her bottom in a circular fashion as if to encourage him to strike harder, perhaps even draw blood.

She had pushed him to extraordinary limits, and to please her, he’d complied, but now he doubted her reasons and his own. Did she enjoy harsh punishment? Did he? He had a feeling their responses would vary greatly.

Her mouth trembled. Her sexy tongue traced her lips as she stared harder at his cock. “I wanted a few more.”

“I know you did,” Sebastian said, trying to understand why she craved the pain. “Now what do you want, sub?”

“You,” she replied.

“Try again,” he said, already in training mode. “You’ll address me as Sir.”

“Then you, Sir,” she drawled, staring harder, if a more intense glare were even possible.

“Be more direct,” Sebastian said, stroking her cheek.

“I want your cock,” she told him, pumping her hips back and forth as Wyatt caressed her blushing globes.

Whipping out his dick, he rubbed the head over her lips. “Don’t suck. Let me guide you.”

Her hot breath swept across his cockhead. He held himself at the base and dragged the length around her mouth, desperate to sink between her cheeks but realizing he could not, would not, give in to temptation so quickly.

Wyatt smirked. “Better you than me.”

He was right on the money there. Wyatt would’ve already been balls-deep by now. And Sebastian wasn’t one hundred percent certain he could resist if she kept this up.

The way she watched him made him think of innocence, even though he realized she was anything but pure and untouched. She hadn’t been loved the way she deserved. She hadn’t been cared for or received the guidance and nurturing she apparently longed to experience.

In many ways, Sebastian believed she’d been abused as much as she had been taken for granted. And that angered him to no end.

Her mouth opened and her tongue snaked around the crest. A smile tilted her lips as if she had won some sort of challenge and now awaited her prize.

“Someone didn’t mind,” Sebastian said, pulling away from her and stuffing his cock back in his pajama pants.

She whimpered as soon as he tucked his dick out of sight. Her shoulders visibly relaxed and she dropped her head, thrusting her bottom toward Wyatt as if she expected another spanking.

Instead of giving her what she perhaps wanted and expected, Wyatt helped her to her feet. “We never finished the interview process. We also didn’t discuss our plans for you.”

“First, you’ll take time to freshen up,” Sebastian told her, directing her to the bathroom.

Wyatt said, “Take a hot bath or shower. Leave the door open.”

“Okay, Sir,” she rasped, the need and longing already evident in her voice. “Can I look and see what Ansley packed?”

Wyatt grinned. “No. There are towels in the linen closet. Choose any color you like.”

* * * *

Kimberly wasn’t surprised when they entered the bathroom a few minutes after she stepped in the tub. She hid under the bubbles, relaxing against the headrest.

“Kimberly, we need to ask you a question,” Sebastian began. “Do you know what it means to be a sex slave? There are significant differences between a sex slave and a submissive.”

“Of course,” she replied.

“Why don’t you tell us in your own words how you differentiate the two,” Wyatt suggested.

Kimberly closed her eyes and enjoyed the hot soak. “At Clink we see more couples committed to Domination and submission. If you’ve frequented sex clubs then you know from viewing random couples that it isn’t all that uncommon to see subs abuse their safe words.”

“I would agree there,” Sebastian said.

“I don’t think a submissive woman has the need for safe words if her Dominant is totally in tune with her needs and desires as well as her limitations and reservations. He won’t push her beyond her limitations for fear he could bring her physical or emotional harm. He won’t introduce mechanisms she views as distasteful or unappealing because he wants her pleasure-pain to be a rewarding experience for both Dom and sub.”

“Look at me,” Sebastian said, sitting next to the tub.

She turned her head toward him.

“You sound as if you’ve thought about this a lot. Wyatt and I were somewhat surprised when you led us to believe you want more than a typical Dom-sub relationship.”

“I know what I want and I’m a good judge of character after spending years with someone who didn’t appreciate me. Now if you talk to my family, they’ll tell you something different I’m sure, but this is me being honest with you.

“I kept going back to Jason for several reasons and many of them interchangeable at various points during my life.”

“Tell us about that,” Wyatt said.

Kimberly shifted. When she moved, the bubbles parted and the men towering over her stared down at her body. A wave of white-hot arousal washed over her as she watched them.

“You want the whole story and I’ll give it to you, but only with provisions.”

Sebastian stuck his index finger up in the air. “This is what I mean. You’re defiant one minute with conditions even new Doms wouldn’t allow. The next, you tell us you won’t settle for submission alone. You want to be a Dom’s sex slave.”

“And I do,” she assured him. “But you didn’t pay attention. I will only submit once someone earns the right to accept that submission. When I know it’s right and someone earns my trust and promises to work just as hard to keep that trust, I will honor and service him because then he has proven he is suited for me as my Master.”

Sebastian and Wyatt exchanged a quick glance. She let them process before she continued. “Do you want to know everything about Jason? If so, I’ll tell you, but I need to put the past behind me. Can we agree to do that after I answer your questions?”

“He was your only real relationship. Wasn’t he?” Sebastian asked, apparently bothered by the fact.

“Yes, he was.”

Sebastian blew out a steady breath. His nostrils flared. His upper lip curled.

Wyatt said, “Why don’t you go ahead and tell us what you want us to know.”

“I’d like to hear everything,” Sebastian said. “If we’re starting with honesty, I need to know what he meant to you then, what he means to you now, and what he will be to you in the future.”

“You almost sound jealous,” she said, sort of turned on by the fact.

“I don’t have a right to be jealous now,” Sebastian said. “But if this is headed where I think it is…I will not tolerate a second position behind Jason Neely or anyone else and you need to understand that fact right from the start.”

Kimberly’s nipples became tight beads as the guttural longing in Sebastian’s voice kicked her libido into a different gear again. Her heightened sexuality drove her fingers to her labia and he seemingly allowed her to toy with her sex.

She’d fully expected him to stop her. What she hadn’t anticipated was Wyatt.

He rolled up his sleeve and sat on the other side of the tub. Pushing his arm under the water, he watched her through hooded eyes as his fingers dipped inside her pussy.

A gush of excitement drove her hips forward. She flattened her feet on the floor of the tub and rose to greet his hand, clenching her ass cheeks as she pushed up, trying to drive his fingers higher.

“Relax,” he said, flattening his free hand against her stomach. “I won’t play long if you don’t settle down.”

“Don’t pay attention to him,” Sebastian said, shooting Wyatt a devilish grin. “Tell us your story.”

She swallowed tightly as she tried to ignore the blistering hotness pooling in the center of her pussy. Clearing her throat, she was aware of Wyatt’s fingers circling her opening, dipping once or twice, then rotating around her center again.

“Kimberly? Continue.” Sebastian shook his head at Wyatt.

Probing fingers punctured her again before Wyatt deserted her altogether. “I’ll reward you later.”

Gathering her thoughts, she decided the best way to reap her rewards was to hurriedly run through the pain of the past. “Well, the story goes like this…” She straightened her back and tore her consciousness away from her sex.

“Jason knew what he was doing from the beginning. Daddy Kane—God knows he’d love to tell me how right he had been about this—warned me. Jason targeted me because of a true hatred for the Cartwells and McKays.”

“He hated your family?” Sebastian’s eyes widened. “Why?”

She shrugged. “Jason hated anyone with power, something I didn’t realize until recently.”

“Jealousy?”

“Oh no, it wasn’t about envy, it was about control. He had all the money he needed because of investments, but the Cartwell name—and I don’t mean this the way it sounds—carries a lot of power. Jason wanted that power.”

“You mean in the lifestyle?” Wyatt asked.

“In all aspects of life,” she explained. “He felt as if the Cartwells and McKays took the very things he wanted—his women, his respect, his control within certain communities, and so forth.”

“If you knew this, why were you in bed with him?”

She released a half laugh. “Jason didn’t become my friend and take me to his bed. He became my friend and created an alibi. He never laid a hand on me sexually until I was old enough to know better and in my twenties. Everyone else will tell you he seduced a teenager. It’s untrue.

“Plus, as you can imagine, my fathers and mother placed me under lock and key and it was very difficult for Jason and I to see one another. Looking back now, I wish my parents had made it impossible.”

“So you’re blaming them for your connection to Jason?” Sebastian asked, arching a brow.

“Oh no, not at all,” she said. “I accept full responsibility for my actions. I wanted him. I would’ve stopped at nothing to have him. You have to understand why.”

“His reputation,” Sebastian said.

“Exactly. He was said to be stocked, which should’ve terrified a young woman, but it didn’t. He was said to be a tremendous lover and supposedly treated his subs well.”

“A harem of women,” Sebastian said.

“Oh yes, that’s true. He has a harem of women willing to meet him on the turn of a dime.”

“And that didn’t bother you?” Wyatt asked.

“He was the ultimate challenge. I wanted him to choose me and when he did—or at least, I believed he had made that choice—I felt like I’d earned respect within the BDSM community.”

“How’d that work out for you?” Sebastian asked.

“With the respect or Jason?”

Sebastian narrowed his gaze. “Jason.”

“For a while we lived together. Jason didn’t have anyone else in his bed except me.”

“I’ll buy that,” Sebastian said, his heated gaze drifting over her.

“It’s true. I went with him everywhere. At night, I slept in the cot beside his bed.”

“Cot?”

Kimberly swallowed.

“Kimberly? What cot?” Sebastian asked.

“It wasn’t necessarily a cot.” She hesitated before she continued. She’d seen those looks before and she’d been on the receiving end of several of them. “It was a cage, okay?”

“Okay,” Sebastian said evenly. Anger burned in his eyes, not pity, but rage.

“Now you see why her family hated him,” Wyatt said.

“You both need to understand something. I designed the cage. I wanted it. I needed it. I felt safe there and for a variety of reasons.”