Seduced By My Doms BN (21 page)

“Thank you, Daddy. I feel so much better now,” the young man
sighed.

As Ian dragged me out the door, I watched Trevor wrap his
thin, bruised arms around Drake’s chest and hug him. Ian began leading me
toward the waiting room and I jerked free of his grasp, then shot him with a
scowl.

“Are you deaf? I said I wasn’t hungry. I want to visit
Trevor, not eat.” My tone was harsh and brittle.

Ian arched a brow, regarding me like a disgruntled parent
watching their child throw a fit. While I hadn’t reached tantrum level, I was
well on my way.

“I’m flattered you want to take me to breakfast, but for the
last time, I’m not hungry.”

“Then I won’t force you to eat.” He smirked. “But you will
join me. We need to talk.”

Gripping my arm again, Ian ushered me into the ICU waiting
room. He didn’t pause to chat, simply led me past the familiar faces. I caught
a quick glimpse of Mika and Julianna, each wore a look of confusion. I knew Ian
wouldn’t give me time to explain. Spying Kerr standing behind the couple,
undressing me with his eyes, I quickly lowered my gaze toward the floor. A
shiver of revulsion quivered through me. When Ian and I reached the main hall,
I yanked from his grasp once more.

The storm brewing inside me held all the markings of a
hurricane…wild and lethal.

“Stop pushing me,” I hissed.

“Habit,” he replied with a shrug as we reached the elevator.

Ian leaned in behind me and pressed the ‘down’ button.
Wrapped in his seductive scent, I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. My body
responded as he pressed in closer, and I inwardly cursed my infuriating
attraction to the bossy, pig-headed jerk. Tensing, I reminded myself I couldn’t
possibly give him what he wanted. I’d never allow him and James to share me or
let them make me their whore.

Ian’s warm breath wafted over my ear. “You can try and fight
me all you want, little one. But you’re not going to win.”

“I didn’t know we were at war,” I scoffed indignantly as the
elevator doors opened.

Stepping in with Ian right behind me, I jammed my finger to
the button that led to the cafeteria.

“War? No. I don’t fight subs, little one,” Ian growled.

He pinned me with a glare. My nipples throbbed in time with
the ache between my legs. Damn it. It chapped my ass to be so damn susceptible
to his command. I’d never met a man who oozed Dominance like Ian. Still, I
couldn’t deny my fascination with the man and being unable to resist his allure
made me feel weak. Growing claustrophobic in the tiny elevator, I needed to put
a stop to this insanity, fast and final.

“You wanted to talk? You have my undivided attention, Ian,
so talk,” I demanded, lifting my chin defiantly.

He leveled an ambiguous smirk my way. “My balls are doing
much better today, girl. Thank you for asking.”

“Ah, so forcing me to have breakfast with you, is what… My
penance?”

“If you feel it’s owed, sure. Why not?” He shrugged.

“I already apologized for—”

“And if I neglected to tell you last night; apology
accepted. But that has nothing to do with what I need to discuss with you.”

“Let me guess. Lifestyle topics, correct?”

“Among other things.”

I found Ian’s evasive and strangely impassive attitude
infuriating and childish. The elevator doors opened. Flashing him an
impertinent roll of my eyes, I stormed past him and marched toward the
cafeteria. The place was practically deserted.

“Are you going to decline a cup of coffee as well as food?”

“I never turn down caffeine,” I countered with a tight
smile.

The corners of Ian’s mouth twitched. His smug expression left
no doubt he reveled in toying with me. Like a cocky cat, Ian mistakenly thought
I’d be a weak and timid mouse. The man was in for one hell of a surprise. With
an inward growl, I readied myself for battle.

Whipping out his wallet, Ian paid for my coffee. The thought
of owing him so much as a dime rankled. I gnashed my teeth. He chose a booth in
a far empty corner of the room, way beyond earshot of others. Sliding onto the
padded seat, I sipped the steaming brew, then arched my brows, anxious for Ian to
begin.

He opened his mouth, then paused, as if re-thinking what
he’d wanted to say. Snapping his lips together, he simply stared at me.

“What? Spit it out,” I snapped.

“Why are you so edgy? Do I make you nervous?” he asked.
Ian’s dark brows slashed as his sinfully, sexy eyes shimmered with concern.

“No.”
Not nervous, just intimidated, and horny as hell.

He wore his Dominance as impeccably as his expensive,
tailored suit. Authority sizzled off his entire body and slammed into me, causing
my legs to shake beneath the table. Gazing at his insanely good looks, my angry
armor began to chip and peel. Needing to cling tight to my resolve, I tried to
picture him as a toad, with warts and bumpy skin. It didn’t work. I couldn’t
temper the urge to lean over the table and slide my tongue over his sensual
lips and every inch of exposed flesh.

Focus, damn it.

“I—I’m irritated that I didn’t have time to talk with Trevor
before you hauled me off.”

Ian smiled, softly. “You might have time to visit with him
once we’re done here, little one.”

Little one.
His phrase sent a rush of heat up my
body that coalesced behind my clit, the exact same way as when James called me
Good
girl
.

Sitting with Ian made my skin tight…made me itch. I could
easily loathe the man, if he didn’t make me so fucking wet.

“Then get on with it, before I need a walker or a
wheelchair,” I sniped. “What exactly did you haul me down here for?”

A flicker of anger darted across his dark eyes, setting off
a wild rush of excitement wrapped in a twinge of fear. Ian clasped his hands,
squeezing so hard his fingers turned purple.

“Listen, my pretty, little slut,” Ian bit out between
clenched teeth.

Slut? Why you son of a bitch. If you were standing up,
I’d kick you in the balls again.

Had any man other than Ian called me that name, he’d be
wearing the print of my hand across his face. The entire phrase slowly bled
through my rage.
Pretty little slut?
What the hell did that mean? Was
his oxymoron some kind of backhanded compliment?

“I’ve had enough of your smart-assed insolence. Knock it
off, or I swear to god I’ll yank you across my lap and paddle your sexy ass
here and now. Do I make myself clear?” His expression was like granite, stony
and unforgiving, but his low, uncompromising growl unraveled something
salacious and dirty inside. And fuck if it didn’t turn me on even more.

“Yes, Sir.”

Shit. Why did I address him as Sir?

His nostrils flared as he inhaled a powerful breath. The
anger lining his face morphed to a look of approval, and sent a sense of pride
to tingle through me.

“Much better.” Pausing, Ian took a sip of his coffee, then
slid a hungry gaze over my face and down my breasts. I felt the heat of his
desire, all the way to my toes. The man had the power to strip me naked with
just one look. “I want to discuss you, me, and James.”

“I already told you to keep Des—”

“Don’t. Interrupt. Me. Again,” he warned in a stern tone.
“I’m well aware of what you said, but I also know you didn’t mean one fucking
word of it. You’re dying to tap into the submissive inside you. The thought of
James and me taking you together makes you wet, and you’d give almost anything
to beg for our pleasure; beg for our pain. So stop lying to me and yourself.”

“It doesn’t matter what I
want
, Ian. I—I’m a
traditional woman. There’s no way that I can be with both of you at the same
time.”

“It damn well does matter. Traditional woman or not, you
make the choice. Do you want to learn more about submission?”

“I—I…yes,” I whispered.

“Do you want to help James grow more secure in his
Dominance?”

“Yes, but I’m not—”

“No buts. Yes or no?”

I shot him a frustrated glare. The bossy bastard wouldn’t
even let me explain.

“Yes or no?” Ian all but barked the question again.

“Yes,” I hissed.

“Do you find me the least bit attractive?”

My jaw dropped open. Was the man brain dead? What
red-blooded woman wouldn’t?

“Well, yes,” I replied as if he were as dumb as a stump.

“Okay then. Like I said, you make the choice. You can sit
back and dream of the things you want to experience in life, or you can step
outside your comfort zone and live out your fantasies. It all boils down to one
question: “How bad do you want it?”

More than air, water, or food, but I wouldn’t tell
him
that.

“Not bad enough to drown myself in a pool of guilt and
self-loathing afterward.”

Ian cocked his head, confusion written all over his face.
“Explain, please.”

“I’m not the kind of woman who… I have morals,” I huffed
indignantly. “Sex with two men at once is…it’s…wrong.”

“Says who? Your mother? Your father? Your minister? Who the
fuck brainwashed you into believing such bullshit?”

I’d let the asshole back me into a corner. Damn it.
Suddenly, self-preservation kicked in like a mule. I pressed my lips together
tightly. I’d slice my wrists before I shared my past with a man like Ian.

“We all have skeletons,” he whispered, reading my mind. “I’m
not asking you to throw open your closet and show me yours, at least not yet.
But I have a problem. See, after James took you home last night, he dropped by
the club. We had a long conversation, and the gist of it, is that he doesn’t
want Destiny as his practice sub any more. In fact, he released her last
night.”

“He what?” I gasped. “Why the hell did he do that?”

“Because he met you. I understand why he’s had a change of
heart.” Ian studied me, then took a sip from his cup. “You keep a tight cloak
of indifference wrapped around you in order to push people away, or at least at
arm’s length. But I’ve seen you. Watched you let down your walls and share
those precious pieces of yourself with James. He responds to you like no other
woman he’s ever been with. I want to take all that sweet submission you give
him, teach him how to mold it, and give it back to you. I want that very
badly.”

“What are you, Ian? A private investigator and a shrink?”

“No.” A secretive smile played on his lips. The ache to
taste him… To discover if his tongue was as soft and slick as James’ thrummed
deep. “I’m simply a highly observant Dom, and I have a proposal for you.”

“Look, if you’re on some kind of fishing expedition, to find
a new pseudo-sub for you and James to fuck, you’ve launched your boat in the
wrong lake.”

“Have I?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t think so.”

His infuriating arrogance had returned in spades. “Thanks
for the coffee, but this conversation is over. We’re done,” I spat. Standing, I
slung my purse over my shoulder.

“Sit. Down.”

Like a rubber band, Ian’s clipped command snapped me back to
the table and onto the padded seat. He smiled as he wrapped a warm, capable
hand around mine. “Thank you, little one.”

Sparks ricocheted through my veins and zipped to my clit,
and I snatched my hand back as if I’d been burned. I desperately needed him to stop
calling me ‘little one’, and to quit touching me. His authoritative mien had me
as jumpy as if I’d downed a bottle of amphetamines. Gazing at the table, I
sucked in a deep breath in an attempt to center myself, then raised my head and
looked him in the eyes—in his decadent, sexy eyes.

“James and I talked last night too, and he’s agreed to put
his lifestyle needs on hold. We are going out on a non-BDSM date tonight. So
you’ll have to find another Dom to mentor. Sorry.”

“I don’t take instructions, girl. I give them,” Ian scoffed.
“James is setting his Dominant needs aside in order to keep from losing you,
Liz. You’ve grown to mean a lot to him in a very short time. I do see why he’s
enamored with you, but as his mentor—yes, I am still his mentor—I can’t let him
walk away from his Dominant desires. And if you have half the feelings for
James that he holds for you, you won’t ask him to deny those parts of him,
either.”

“I never
asked
him to do that for me, Ian,” I
hissed. “Don’t turn this around and make it my fault.”

“But it is your fault, Liz. You may not have come right out
and asked him to choose. But when you turned down his offer to train you, it
was as good as handing him an ultimatum. He had to make a choice between
Dominance and you. Congratulations, you won.”

“Stop making me out to be the bad guy in all this. I refused
his offer because I’m not about to turn into some vapid bimbo and spread my
legs for two men at once.” Ian blanched. His jaw dropped open in disbelief, but
I didn’t back down. “I don’t want James to change who he is. Not for me, or
you, or anyone else.”

“We’ll visit your vapid bimbo comment in a minute.” Ian
frowned. “James hopes to ease you into the lifestyle. I suspect he’ll succeed,
but in order to bring you up to his level, he’ll have to take a giant step
backward. Everything he’s worked toward will be useless for a long time. If you
let me mentor both of you together, he won’t have to backslide.”

“Isn’t there another sub who can help him?”

The suggestion rolled off my tongue, making my stomach dip
with a sickening swirl. I didn’t want to think of James with another woman, but
more importantly, I didn’t want to carry the burden of guilt for dragging him
down, and hinder his growth as a Dom.

“I told you, he doesn’t want another sub. He wants you,” Ian
stressed, firmly squeezing my hands as if trying to meld his rationale into my
body and brain. “While you let that sink in for a minute, explain your vapid
bimbo comment.”

I shot him a sour expression. “Look me in the eye, Ian. Tell
me that if I let you and James fuck me together, you’ll see me in the same
light afterward, that you see me in right now.”

“I can’t,” he replied, casually. “I’d never look at you the
same way again.”

“Exactly,” I sighed, pulling my hands from his. “I rest my
case.”

He regarded me with a speculative gaze. Leaning over the
table, he cupped my chin. I sucked in a quivering breath as the heat of his
palm washed down my neck. He delved deep into my eyes.

“You didn’t let me finish, little one.” Ian scowled. “After
James and I drown you in passion, push your limits, soar you into subspace and
bring you back, to wrap you in our arms, I couldn’t possibly regard you as the
woman you are right now. I’ll be your protector. Your guide. I’ll be
responsible for your welfare, both physically and emotionally. You won’t simply
be Liz, the nurse; you’ll be my submissive as much as you’ll be James’. We’ll
hold you in a light so bright it blinds you. I’ll be more protective of you,
and of James. More Dominant in my desires and expectations. But I’ll also be
infinitely compassionate and tender. I’ll make sure every need, want, and
desire you have is fulfilled. I’ll watch and help you grow as I brand all your
stunning progress into my soul. You’ll be more than just a woman, a lover, or a
friend; you’ll be my submissive. You accused me of not taking the lifestyle
seriously. Let me show you just how fucking serious I am. Make no mistake, Liz;
you’re more than a convenient hole to plunder. I’m far more complex than simply
seeking satisfaction with the appendage between my legs. I rest
my
case.”

Tears burned the backs of my eyes. I couldn’t speak…couldn’t
push a word past the emotion lodged in my throat. Ian had climbed inside my
soul, plucked out every fear of degradation and shame, and shredded them with
in one fell swoop. The benevolence he vowed to bestow wouldn’t make me feel
like a whore, but a treasure.

A single tear slid down my cheek. Ian reached up and brushed
it away with the pad of his thumb. Compassion lined his face. Rising, Ian pulled
me up from my seat and wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Let me take you on a journey beyond your wildest dreams,
precious,” he whispered.

He softly slanted his lips over mine. They were soft, warm,
and passionate, charged with the same mind-bending electricity and reassurance
as James’.

Enveloped in an almost identical blanket of peace that I
felt with James, I was no longer frightened of Ian, or the Dom beneath his
forceful mien. He had the same potent affect; the same capability to set fire
to my soul and make me believe anything was possible, like James. I wanted to
mesh myself with Ian…let him fill me with passion and promise.

When he slid his tongue over the seam of my lips, delving
further, I whimpered and softened against his chest. Exploring the recesses of
my mouth, he issued a low, satisfied groan of his own. Lost in his control,
command, and spine-tingling taste, he cupped my nape and deepened the kiss even
more as I gripped his suit coat and surrendered beneath his sensual assault.

Easing back, the sight of his dark eyes, glazed in desire,
turned me inside out. Reaching up I traced my fingertips along the rugged line
of his jaw, scrapping my nails through the coarse stubble like I’d wanted to do
the first time I had seen him standing at James’ door.

“We’ll never think you less than the gorgeous woman you are.
And we’re never going to hurt you or let you fall. We’d take that wicked knee
of yours to the balls before we’d ever think of breaking you.”

I sniffed, then chuckled. “I
am
sorry for hurting
you last night.”

His broad, dashing smile took my breath away.

“I know. But at least you can protect yourself,” he
chuckled, then sobered. “Do us a favor, Liz, keep an open mind. But more
importantly, open your heart. Let us in. I know you want more than the glimpse
of submission James gave you. There’s so much more. Let us give you all the
beauty, peace, and serenity you yearn for.”

Ian was right, there was more…a
lot
more inside me.
And I ached to let him and James uncover all the secrets that lay hidden inside
me.

“Will you let us lead you, little one? Let us show you all
the wonders of Dominance and submission?”

My whole life I’d been afraid of turning into a slut like my
mother. She’d drilled her paradoxical rules into my head since I was five. But
Sally’s reign of brainwashing was long gone. She didn’t have any power over me,
or my decisions. I was my own woman now. Free to find happiness however I chose
to.

Do it. Spread your wings and fly.

“Yes,” I whispered.

The word was out of my mouth so fast that I blinked in
surprise. A nervous cry erupted from the back of my throat. “Oh god, I can’t
believe I just agreed to this. It’s insane. What am I doing?”

Ian laughed. It was rich and deep, and warmed me from the
inside out. Cupping his hands around my face, he strummed his thumbs over my
lips.

“We’ll keep you safe, I promise.”

God, I wanted to believe him. Believe that he and James
would take me under their wing, protect me while they showed me a new way of
life.

“Do you think James will be happy?” I asked, nibbling my
bottom lip.

“He’ll be just as ecstatic as I am right now.” Ian’s eyes
sparkled with promise.

Excited, yet strangely fragmented, I felt as if I were
fluttering apart in paper-thin layers of anticipation, doubt, hunger, and
dread. I wanted to curl up into Ian’s arms, to keep from blowing away.

Pulling me to his lips, he kissed me. Caressing his thumbs
over my cheeks, his passion flowed into me, filling me with hope and
conviction. Begrudgingly, he lifted from my mouth.

“I need to head to the office. The three of us will talk
soon and iron out all the details. Okay?”

I gave him a dumbfounded nod.

“Are you going to be all right, little one?” Ian asked,
studying me intently.

“Yes,” I replied with a weak smile. “I think so.”

“If fears or insecurities start to overwhelm, talk to us,
girl. We’re here now. We’ll help you work through everything. Understood?”

I numbly nodded. Ian scowled and shook his head. “Answer me.
From now on, every question I ask, I expect a verbal response.”

“Yes,” I quickly replied.

“Yes, Sir,” he corrected. A sensual smile curled his lips.

“Yes, Sir,” I softly whispered.

“Good girl.”

My heart fluttered as Ian kissed me again, fast and hard.
When he walked away, my heart drummed in my chest as a surge of white-hot fear
engulfed me.

“But what if you’re not around when I need you?” I whispered
timidly.

It’s time to grab life by the balls. Stop being afraid
of the unknown.

Confidence and apprehension whirled, as every word Ian
uttered whispered in my brain. I could stay in the booth—and slowly drive
myself insane—or I could go upstairs and assuage my inner frenzy by spending
time with Trevor and Drake.

Rushing back to Trevor’s room, I spent most of the afternoon
with him and Drake, and the parade of friends who came to visit. Trevor had
seemingly taken his beating in stride and was anxious to go home.

We laughed and joked. Trevor’s positive mien was exactly
what I needed. I could finally draw a deep breath again. Or at least I had been
able to, until the detective showed up and informed us that the men who’d
assaulted Trevor had all been arrested.

I stepped out into the hallway to give the three men some
privacy. Suddenly Drake shot out of the room like a cannonball. Yanking his
cell from his pocket, fury rolled off him as he stormed to the end of the hall.
Though he wasn’t completely out of earshot, I suspected he was talking to
James.

“I want names and addresses, and I want them now,” Drake
growled. “I don’t care what it costs, those piss-ant motherfuckers are mine.”

Listening to the anger and determination in his voice, I
knew Drake planned to seek revenge. I couldn’t condemn his decision. I once was
lost on a path of vengeance, but I wasn’t cunning or strong—not like Drake. I
had no doubt that he’d succeed, but would retribution help him heal? It was
only out of necessity that I managed to put one foot in front of the other and
carry on with my life after
Dayne’s
death. But I
hadn’t truly been living. Not until I’d met James did life take on new meaning.
Maybe now that I could finally see daylight, the scars on my heart might smooth
over.

I waited for the detective to leave before I venturing back
into Trevor’s room. A bleak and heavy aurora hung in the air. It was almost as if
Trevor’s courage and light had stripped away.

Drake pressed his lips over his lover’s, sealing a promise
of their future. A bittersweet smile tugged my mouth. They had a long road of
healing ahead of them. I hoped the love the two men shared would repair the
damage done to Trevor’s psyche.

Wanting to give them time alone, I said my goodbyes and
arrived home a short time later. I had three hours to shower, shave, and primp
before my date with James. I rehearsed several ways to tell him that he had a
new submissive, but each one sounded ridiculously corny.

Ian’s assurance had convinced me to take this massive leap,
and I needed him now. Needed him to repeat all those beautiful words he’d said
and take away the doubt roiling inside me. He wanted me to open my mind and I
desperately wanted to. Still, though I’d banished the principles Sally had
drilled into me, they had come back to haunt me
. Good girls cross their
legs. Good girls never let boys touch their private parts. Good girls don’t
have sex. Good girls only let boys kiss them on the cheek. Good girls…

With a sigh of disgust, I clenched my teeth, determined to
purge her from my soul.

“Good girls take it up the ass and pussy at the same time,
too, Sally. So shut up and get out of my head. You weren’t exactly a poster
child for abstinence. Bitch.”

Closing my eyes, I counted to ten, then welcomed Ian’s words
as they wrapped around me.

‘
I’ll hold you in a light so bright it’ll blind you.
’

“I hope it’s a damn powerful spotlight,” I mumbled out loud
before setting out to find the perfect naughty bra and panty set. The delight
that lit up James’ face the last time I wore something special for him filled
me with pride. I yearned to see that look of approval, again.

Sliding on the sexy black dress I’d intended to wear the
night before, I wiggled on a pair of heels as the doorbell rang. I quickly
glanced at the clock on my nightstand. James was fifteen minutes early. Dashing
through a quick pump of perfume, I raced down the hall and pulled the front
door open.

I was startled to find James
and
Ian standing on my
porch, holding a colorful bouquet of spring flowers and a bottle of wine,
respectively.