The First Order [Safeword LLC 1] (Siren Publishing Sensations) (6 page)

“Thank you, Grady,” Ross replied, pulling Becca’s eyes back to him and noticing that he’d not looked away from her in his response. She was well aware that Ross knew of her predicament and that had her shifting her stance to try to get some pressure on the light material that had settled over her clit. Her breath hitched at the thought of Grady being aware of her state as well. How much did he know of Lane and Ross’s penchant for submissive women? “I think that will be all for the evening.”

“Yes, Sir. Enjoy your dinner.”

With a nod of his head in her direction, Grady disappeared through a swinging black door to the right, where Becca assumed the kitchen was located. She’d only ever seen those types of doors in movies. She wondered if Grady lived with them or if he left every evening for his own home. The thought quickly left her as Ross held up his hand, waiting for her to join him.

Becca hesitated, looking around for Lane. Would he be joining them? She felt so awkward, not knowing exactly how to proceed. Her doubt returned twofold and Becca found that she couldn’t move her feet, which were now encased in the towering six-inch heels that matched her dress. It was suddenly hard to breathe.

* * * *

Ross was fascinated by the various emotions that were being displayed across Becca’s lovely face. He’d never seen such an expressive woman, and he’d been with many. This would be the first time that he’d shared one with his brother, though.

Waiting patiently for Becca to realize that she was safe with him, Ross’s thoughts went back to his earlier conversation with Lane. Both knew that Kennedy was good at her job, as they took care of the investments for Safeword LLC, but seeing her in action was captivating. She brought in revenue like leaves grew on trees. Seeing how successful Kennedy had been in placing previous subs with colleagues they’d associated with at the various clubs that catered to the Order, Lane and Ross had finally decided to give her the green light. Being fraternal twins, they’d shared everything from the day they were born, so it only made sense for them to share the woman that would hopefully be a permanent fixture in their life. They were tired of playing with no sense of ownership and no sense of true intimacy. They needed a woman who could be a part of their lives, as well as provide them with an outlet for their principal needs.

“Rebecca, Grady has made us a delicious dinner. You wouldn’t want him to think you didn’t care for it, would you?”

Ross kept his hand extended, while Becca slowly crossed the room in the heels that he’d picked out for her arrival this evening. He and Lane had wanted to verify that she was, indeed, the woman whom they would be spending the next couple of months training, getting to know, and hopefully nurturing a long-term relationship with. With a slight wobble, Becca closed the distance and slipped her tiny hand into his. She was inexperienced yet graceful under pressure, and this was one of many small, measured tests she would be observed performing during the next couple months. The coolness of her skin spoke volumes about her anxiety. And whereas he would like her to experience that trepidation in certain situations, right now wasn’t the time.

“Relax,” Ross said in a low voice, hoping to convey the serene atmosphere he was striving for. “We’re just going to get to know each other a little better.”

“W–where is your brother, Sir?”

Ross hid a smile at her stuttering as he led her to the table, where Grady had set a romantic placement for two. Two candles were set in the middle of the arrangement, casting the scene in a golden hue. The china was placed just so, with two silver plate covers keeping their dinner warm. Pulling out a chair, Ross waited until she was comfortable before walking back around to his seat and replying.

“During normal conversation while we are in a domestic or public setting, you may call us Ross and Lane.” Ross reached for the wine that Grady had let breathe and poured her a suitable quaff, before doing the same for himself. “As for where Lane is at the moment, he’s attending a business meeting that could not be rescheduled. He’ll join us after dinner, which leaves plenty of time for us to get to know one another as well as go over some things that I believe will put you generally at ease.”

Becca didn’t reach for her glass until Ross tilted his head in its direction. Yes, they certainly did have a lot of things to go over, he thought. He loved the way her lips sealed over the rim of the wineglass, leaving a light lipstick stain on the crystal. Leaning over the table, he removed her plate cover to reveal Grady’s delicious recipe of chicken marinated in chardonnay and fresh herbs accompanied with roasted rosemary potatoes and steamed asparagus. Ross watched as her eyes widened at the gourmet meal and again found her expressions endearing.

“Please, enjoy while I explain wants and needs and what you will receive in return,” Ross said, picking up his wine glass and sitting back to enjoy the view in front of him. She hesitantly picked up her fork. “Becca, Lane and I used Safeword LLC for an explicit purpose and that was to find you particularly.”

Becca pulled the tines of the fork across her lower lip as she slipped a baby potato to her mouth, chewing slowly. He was fascinated with the way her jawline moved and pictured Becca on her knees in front of him, hands tied behind her back and using only her mouth to pleasure him. Would her cheeks hollow out as she sucked him? He felt himself harden, imagining the warmth of her mouth and the stroke of her tongue. She swallowed. Ross closed his eyes and tried to maintain his composure. What the hell had he been thinking in agreeing with Lane that they should ease her into this? All he wanted to do now was clear the table with a swipe of his arm and lay her across the hard surface so that he might taste her version of heaven.

“Why did you?”

Ross opened his eyes, seeing her green ones staring back him with curiosity. She had asked him a question and for the life of him, he couldn’t remember what they’d been talking about momentarily. Ross took a swig of wine to gather his bearings. Oh, yes, he thought, she was asking why they had used Safeword LLC. Her needs needed to be placed above his, so Ross tamped down his physical cravings and continued where he’d left off.

“Lane and I are fraternal twins and have shared everything in our lives since the day we were born. It was during our secondary education that we realized our penchant for control during sex, very much like the control we maintain over our business and personal life. After exploring various avenues, we started visiting kink clubs in order to fulfill our desires. Eventually, we met like-minded people who guided us toward BDSM.”

“Um, is that how you found out about Safeword?” Becca asked.

Ross noticed that she was just grazing through her dinner, although he wasn’t one to talk, since he’d yet to take a bite. But he had to wonder if it was her nerves diminishing her appetite, or if it was that she didn’t want the extra calories that the meal was obviously prepared in. Ross made a mental note to keep track of her meals, knowing how essential her health was to this lifestyle.

“No, not entirely,” Ross replied, setting his wineglass on the table. One was his limit, as well as Lane’s, if there was ever a chance they were going to have a scene with their sub. While they didn’t plan on doing anything too intense, Ross wanted to play it safe. “As Kennedy informed you, Lane and I own a hedge fund. Our offices aren’t too far from here, and I’m sure you will learn about our company before too long. Safeword LLC is a client, and we have a long-standing friendship with Kennedy.”

“Is she…” Becca let the question slide, as if unsure of what she was asking.

Ross laughed and responded with honesty. “Is she involved in the lifestyle? She keeps her personal life rather private, as do we among certain groups, so I really couldn’t answer that question even if I knew. We aren’t the type of people to be involved in discussing other people’s personal choices out of school.”

“So you asked her to find you a woman?” Becca gave up all pretense of eating and placed her fork on her plate. She leaned forward and placed her elbows on the table. He’d have to train her in etiquette, remind her not to act so at the establishments they frequented. “I don’t understand. You and Lane are, well, I wouldn’t think you’d need someone else to find a woman for you.”

“Why would you say that? Is it because we’re wealthy and not too bad to look at? Becca, we’re not looking for a shallow woman who will endure our kinks just so she’ll be able to enjoy our plush lifestyle.” Ross placed his finger into the fold of the knot on his tie and pulled. Once it unraveled, he slipped it out from underneath his collar. “Kennedy runs a successful business because she can see what women desire. The women who seek her out have submissive needs that only a Dominant man can fill. Regardless of every other aspect in a given women’s life, she isn’t fulfilled unless those needs are complete. As for what Lane and I are looking for in a woman—we want someone who is willing to realize her true nature alongside us, and not only on an intimate level. She must be intelligent and independent in everyday life, yet a submissive intimately. We desire a novice willing to be trained to our specific needs, as well as receive our appreciation in kind. Our goal is to find someone to spend our lives with, and though two months might not seem to be enough time to determine such a fate, it is enough time to strip her, and us, emotionally bare to one another.”

“Why me?” Becca whispered, a small frown creasing her brow.

“Because out of all the applicants, your answers coincided with what Lane and I have determined we must have in a submissive. It also helps that Kennedy ran into you last Friday and felt that you would be perfect. So, we’ll take these two months to see how compatible we are.”

“But the answers I gave—a lot of them were unsure,” Becca said, confusion written across her beautiful face. “I don’t know what my soft and hard limits are, let alone what my likes and dislikes are. The only thing I’m sure of is that I don’t like pain.”

Ross couldn’t prevent the smile that spread across his face. “I’m not a sadist, Becca, although I think you’ll find Lane has a small streak that runs through him. It’s not that either of us wants to hurt you. We don’t and won’t. As we feel our way through the next two weeks, the days that are provided to us to learn one another closely, Lane can make the smallest sting into one of pleasure. It pleases him to take you to those heights. And your uncertainty is one of the things that attracted us to you, seeing as our main request was an untrained sub.”

“But I don’t look—”

Ross placed his tie on the table, waiting for Becca to continue. When she remained silent, he debated on whether to finish her sentence or show her. Deciding to do both, Ross started with the first and knew he wouldn’t be able to wait for Lane to finish the second. He smirked, knowing exactly how to welcome his brother home.

“Becca, there will be times that we voice our pleasure and there will be times you will
feel
how you please us. But always know this—your physical appearance is beyond what we could have hoped for. Your hair is like blonde silk with a hint of strawberries, whereas your eyes are the color of their leaves. Your face is heart shaped with luscious lips just begging to be kissed. You have a neck of a swan and move with the same grace as one gliding through the water toward its mate. As for your body, Becca, your curves are voluptuous and display your sexuality with every step you take. Your skin is the color of pure cream. You are a vision to the both of us, I assure you. And I plan to prove it to you.”

The cute frown that marred Becca’s face deepened as her eyes voiced her question of how. Ross’s cock was still hard and the picture he just painted with his words didn’t help matters. He wasn’t going to find relief tonight, but this exploration of her beauty wasn’t about seeking release—it was to instill the confidence she would need to endure the sexual promise he and Lane had given.

“Rebecca, your first lesson is about to begin.”

“Undress. Slowly.”

Rebecca stood trembling in front of a stand-up swivel mirror surrounded by dark cherrywood. Ross ordered her to position herself in the middle of the living room. While she waited for his return, Becca couldn’t help but feel the material of her dress brushing against her nipples. She glanced down and saw they were hardened into tiny pebbles. The central air inside the apartment traveled up the inside of her thigh, causing her to feel the moisture from her pussy that slowly made its way down the inside of her thighs. She had been grateful that he had dimmed the lights, until he had rolled the mirror directly in front of her. No amount of shadows could hide the curves her body possessed. Becca realized that this must be what they referred to as a scene, but she felt very vulnerable being so out in the open.

“While you slowly strip, I will go over a few ground rules. The list will grow as your time with us lengthens. You will not hesitate once given direction, Rebecca.” Ross placed himself beside the tall mirror and crossed his arms, raising one brow. It was his way of warning her that she was stretching his patience with the first rule. Becca slowly brought her hand up to the knot at the side of her wraparound dress. She didn’t want to break any of his rules and risk him not thinking she was worthy of his time. “Some Dominants prefer that their submissive avert their eyes in their presence. We do not. Your eyes are so very expressive. It is very important that we are able to read your reactions to our directions. Lane and I prefer that you maintain eye contact with us, unless instructed otherwise as I am about to do. Watch your hands in the mirror as they remove your dress, Rebecca. Next, you are to refer to us as Sir when we are in a scene, and are only permitted to speak when spoken to.”