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Diana leaned over her and whispered while she freed her wrists, "Can you hear me?" With her lower lip trembling, Lalita nodded. "Poor thing, I know how amazing and shattering Blondie can be, and you're just a baby. We're going to take you in back now. I need you to come up a bit." She placed a gentle kiss on Lalita’s sweaty temple. "Your masters are here, and they're worried about you. Come back to us so you can reassure them." The gag was removed from her mouth and she stretched out her jaw.

Those words penetrated the heavy fog around her wits and she regained a small portion of her thinking mind. Her men were worried about her. They needed her. For them, she would try to clear her head.

Taking a deep breath, she shivered as her feet were released and she had to stand on her own. Her knees buckled, and Kent caught her. "Are you okay?" he asked softly.

"Yes." Another shudder made her quake in his arms. "I saw Rashid."

"Where?" Kent brought Asher closer to them.

"He left with his puppy and another man who sounded kinda familiar." Closing her eyes, she tried to remember what he said. "He was talking into a cell phone and he said the yacht had to be ready by five … or was it two p.m. tomorrow. That it had to be close to the … to the…" A tremble shook her voice. "I can't remember the rest of what he said."

Asher smoothed a hand down her arm. "Don't worry. I'm sure you'll recall what he said when you come back to yourself."

Blondie swayed over to stand in front of them and snapped open her fan in a coquettish gesture. "I doubt they were here alone. Unless you want to tip their friends off, I suggest we move this happy reunion elsewhere."

Closing her eyes, Lalita buried her face against Kent's chest and tried to bite at the skin beneath the leather.

Asher said from behind them, "Can we keep the bell?"

There was the sound of whispering and a deep chuckle as Blondie replied, "Only if you let my wife remove it with her mouth."

The room beyond her eyelids darkened for a moment, and when she opened them again they were in a long hallway lined with red silk wallpaper and carved wood panels. Blondie turned in front of them, the slightest hint of nerves in her smile. "Here we are. Take a moment to peek into the rooms with open doors. They invite others to watch their play. Who knows what you'll see or hear?"

The double meaning of her words sunk into Lalita's mind. Nodding, she slipped out of Kent's arms and almost went to her knees again as the bell tugged at her clit.

She went to remove it, and Asher held her hands still. "Keep it on, focus past it." His lips brushed hers in a very tender kiss that left her panting. "Use it as an excuse to walk slowly."

With each press of her thighs, the little bell tugged and moved like clever fingers. The first door they passed held an older man and woman dripping wax onto a young man's chest. Not them.

More closed doors and voices that didn't remind her of anyone.

The next room held a woman suspended by the ceiling by a complex series of red and black ropes. She listened for a moment--not them.

There were only two rooms left. One was empty and the other had a closed door. Pretending to be overcome, which wasn't far from the truth, she leaned her head against the wall and listened. Nothing but silence from inside. Disappointment mixed with anticipation. She had done her job, now it was time for her reward.

Humidity washed out of the doorway as Blondie flicked on the lights of a comfortable room with deep bronze walls. The source of the moisture bubbled at the back of the room. A large and deep hot tub hummed and whirled. Surrounded by potted plants and stacks of towels, Lalita noted the shackles, with enough chain to reach the tub, attached to the wall behind it.

Blondie's wife caught her staring and grinned. "Stainless steel, no rust."

Asher gathered Lalita into his arms and kissed her forehead, pulling off her mask in an impatient jerk. "Talk later," he said with a snarl in his voice and shoved her against the wall, his hands stroking her. His enthusiasm for her made her giggle, but the laughter died in her throat as she read the hunger in his eyes. Asher spun her around, pinning her arms behind her back as Kent nuzzled her neck. "One of us has to contact the Sanjit and let him know what happened." Neither man made a move to release her.

Kent bit at her pulse, and she went weak between them. Pushing them back, she stumbled against the wall. "He was a very tall and thin white man. Thinning brown hair. I couldn't see anything of the woman, except she wore some floppy dog ears. Other man wore a latex suit." A shudder ripped through her body as Kent rearranged his erection in his leather pants, his eyes hot and intense behind his mask.

Blondie and his wife headed for the door. "We'll go take a look at the security tapes of the front door. But one of you will have to contact the Sanjit. You can use my wife's office."

Diana added, "I have a good idea of who the puppy is. She's one of my fans on my website and always brags about the slaves her master captures and sells. I thought her stories were just harmless fantasy…" Her voice cracked and Blondie pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead. "If she's with the anarchists, then it's all too possible that those fantasies are real. I'll get in touch with her tonight. She's been begging to meet with me and my mistress while she's in town."

"Good," Asher murmured and ran his hands over the exposed top of Lalita's breasts. Kent didn't even acknowledge that Diana spoke. He was too intent on giving her a world-class love bite.

"Gentlemen," Blondie said in a deeper voice. "We really need to attend to our responsibilities."

Once again, neither man moved away from her. They stared at each other, each waiting for the other to speak first. Lalita went very still. This was exactly what she was afraid of, jealousy that could tear them apart before they even had a chance to really get started.

"Oh, for pity's sake," Blondie said with a huff. "Ménages with two Dominants are always so dramatic." She bent down, removed her sparkly gold high heel, and retrieved a coin from inside. Seeing their puzzled looks, she flushed slightly behind her makeup. "Penny in your shoe for luck."

Asher and Kent relaxed slightly as they shared a laugh. Lalita remained still, not wanting to draw attention to herself and hoping they wouldn't ask her to choose between them. That would be unfair and she would resent them for making her be the one that hurt feelings.

"Heads or tails."

"You expect us to flip a coin over it?" Kent said with a chuckle. His tone was light and his lips curled in a smile, but his blue eyes held no warmth behind his mask.

"Yes. We don't have time for a pissing contest. You all can work it out however you want to in the future, but for right now this will do."

"Heads," Asher said.

Kent nodded. "Tails."

Blondie flipped the coin with the professional toss of an umpire. "Heads."

Kent's shoulders sagged, but he returned Asher's hug and the men whispered to each other and shared a soft kiss. Asher smirked as Kent walked away, and Lalita felt another pang of worry darting through her desire.

"Ahh young love," Blondie said with a melodramatic sigh while hugging her wife. "Lock the door after us. We'll do three knocks, pause, and one knock to enter."

Kent gave her one last look and his jaw clenched while his hands tightened into fists. Asher shut the door after them, turning the lock.

A look of desire bordering on violence burned in his dark eyes, and Lalita took a step back against the wall. If she didn't know that he loved her, she would be very, very scared right now.

Chapter Eleven

Asher's clothes hit the floor and he stalked across the humid room toward her with his mask still on. Without preamble, he pushed Lalita onto the floor on her hands and knees, ripping her fishnet stockings wide open and jerking aside her thong. No words were said, only harsh breaths that made her shiver with their intensity. He wanted her as badly as she wanted him. The thought had her arching toward him with a grateful sigh.

"This is going to sting," he said in a soft voice as his fingers stroked the bell attached to her hood. Before she could question him he removed the clasp and blood rushed back into the sensitive skin of her clitoris. She screamed and bucked against his hand as he wet his finger with her cream and stroked her clit. The throbbing of pain merged in with the ache of denied orgasm until she was just a ball of need. She widened her knees, and whimpered as she pushed her ass back against him.

He moved away from her for a moment, and she looked over her shoulder to watch him sheath his hard cock in a condom. When he met her gaze the wicked smile he gave her sped her pulse and made her knees weak.

"Look at the floor," he said in a rough voice.

A moment later the heat of his body pressed against her and he slid his cock between her wet labia, rubbing back and forth until she thought she would go insane. The tip of his cock brushed against her entrance and they both groaned. Even that brief sensation was too much and her arms gave out, leaving her with her face pressed to the carpet. He held her hips, running his fingers over the welt marks from the cane. "Beautiful."

Slowly, he pushed himself into her, filling the ache and giving her body something to wrap around. That one deep push had her shuddering. She wiggled against him. "Don't help," he groaned out. "Your pussy is so hot and tight, I won't be able to last long."

The edge of desperation in his voice made her wiggle even more. She wanted it, wanted him to come, and wanted to make him lose control. A big hand slapped her bottom, the welts stinging in response. The pain tore a cry from her throat and she bucked against him. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her so only his grip and his cock kept her anchored to the floor.

"There," he whispered. "Now you're under my control."

She fought against him."Please, sir."

"Please what?" He stroked in and out of her, the sensation felt so good, but she wanted more.

"Please, fuck me."

He continued the slow stroke, settling her so he filled her completely. If there was a little pressure on her clit, a small brush, then she could come. But instead, the only thing brushing against her was air. "Like this?" he taunted.

"No," her voice broke. "Fuck me like Kent fucks you."

In one smooth motion, he lifted her off him and laid her back on the floor. Finally able to touch him, she pulled him down for a deep kiss as he pounded himself into her. Yes, this is what she wanted. Raw, hot, fierce strokes that broke her and remade her with each thrust. "More," she whispered against his mouth. "Oh god, you feel so good."

"Mine," he said as he stroked her face.

"Yours," she agreed and wrapped her legs around his waist.

The tightness of her corset constrained her and her white latex boots slid over the slick muscles of his back. Tightening her thighs, she raised herself in time with his movements. So close, so deliciously tight.

"I'm going to come." She arched beneath him, closing her eyes behind her mask.

His deep groan pushed her over the edge, and the orgasm that rushed through her had her screaming her pleasure into his shoulder. Tight, hot, and oh-so very good. Pressing on his forearms, he shuddered above her and made an inarticulate sound of pleasure. The spasms continued to rack her, making her sensitive to the slightest move. As he withdrew from her, she moaned and thrashed.

Fingers tugged at her boots, and she fought to stay awake and help him but her body was so comfortable, so relaxed after the unending torment of the trigger. He gently picked her up, removing her mask and kissing her eyelids. The last conscious thought she had was the warmth of the hot tub embracing them and his voice murmuring words of love.

* * * *

The smell of cologne slowly brought her back to consciousness. Male voices murmured in the next room as Lalita stretched and then rubbed her face against the soft pillow. She was back in the bedroom at the hotel, and the heavy curtains were drawn over the windows. The soft slide of silk against her skin let her know someone had put her in her new nightgown before bed. Rubbing her face deeper into the pillow, she drifted in and out of sleep.

"What kind of doughnut do you want?" Asher's deep voice rumbled in her ear. "There's a glass of orange juice for you next to the bed."

"Chocolate," she mumbled into the pillow. He chuckled and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek, and she sighed happily until he whipped the sheets down and gave her bottom a spank. "Time to get up, lazybones."

Flipping over onto her back, she went to grab him but he was already heading out the door. The air held a slight chill after the heat of the blankets, and the need to use the bathroom got her out of bed.

Momentarily.

With her teeth brushed and her face washed, she dived back under the covers with a happy sigh. The last few days were catching up to her, especially the lack of decent sleep.

"Well, well. Look who's all warm and comfy." The bed dipped as Kent slid in behind her and cuddled her close.

Snuggling back against him, she pulled his arms around her and kissed his hand. "You're my favorite teddy bear." His lips brushed her ear as his hands stroked down her belly and over her thigh. With a gentle push of his hips, he pressed his erection into her back.

Relaxed, she enjoyed his soft touch. He bit and licked the back of her neck and she moaned as he gently brushed his fingers over her nipples, stroking them into stiff peaks. Reaching behind her, she gripped his cock through the thin cotton of his pajamas, loving the feel of how hard he was, how hard she made him.

"I really do love you, you know." His lips moved down the slope of her neck as he spoke.

"And I really do love you, you know." A different kind of warmth filled her, spreading from her heart and mixing with her desire.

He moved her so that she faced him, and the intensity of the emotion in his eyes made her heart beat harder. "I don't think you know how difficult this is for Asher and me." He closed his eyes and pressed his lips to her forehead. "After the loss of our wives … it wasn't good."

"Hey, nothing is going to happen to me." With the palm of her hand she cupped his cheek and pulled back. "This is all going to be over with soon and we can start our lives together."

"What about your father?" He searched her face. "What if he forbids you to see us?"

She kissed his lips. "I'm a grown woman. I can see who I want and love who I want." The words were flippant, but it did start a small ball of worry in her stomach. She hadn't given much thought to the future, only surviving the day.

"What if I get jealous of you or you get jealous of me?" His grip on her tightened. "Last night, the thought of leaving you alone with Asher made me mad at both of you. I wanted to haul him off you and yell at him, then yell at you for not saying I should be the one staying with you."

"I'm sorry--"

"No, don't apologize. I guess I underestimated myself--or overestimated my ability to be a grownup." He grinned at her and ran his thumb over her cheek. "I wonder sometimes how we'll handle the future together. But then I look at you and Asher and I feel complete." His voice grew rough. "I haven't felt that way in a long, long time."

"We'll work it out." She moved her hips forward, pressing herself to him. "All relationships need work and ours will need an extra dose of patience and honesty." Sighing, she rolled her eyes. "God knows, you two are drama queens."

"Hey!" He laughed and slid his hands beneath the silk of her nightgown. "That's not a nice thing to call a man who was about to eat you like a peach."

Biting her lower lip, she slung a leg over his muscled hip. "I take it back."

Giving her a narrow-eyed glance, he kissed his way down her chest, hands stroking over her legs. "Not good enough."

Settling back into the pillows, she ran her hands through his thick hair. "I take it back times two." Warm hands slid up her sides, pulling the nightgown around her waist.

His breath blew across her belly button, making her giggle. "Lame apology."

The feeling of his scruffy cheek rubbing against the soft skin of her hip made her squirm. His words, his vulnerability, struck a chord in her and her heart filled with love for him. "You are the wind beneath my wings."

"Quoting Bette Midler is not going to get you out of this." He was completely beneath the blankets now and his hair brushed her inner thighs. Warm and comfortable, she enjoyed the leisurely pace of his movements. A soft brush of lips over the top of her mound, firm licks on the sensitive skin of her hipbone. Stretching her arms above her, she sighed at his appreciative rumble when he gave her pussy a wide lick.

Twisting her hips, she opened herself for him, granting him access to her body. Long fingers stroked her waist and down to her hips. There was so much gentleness in his touch, such an effort to please her in the movements of his mouth. Placing his hands beneath her hips, he tilted her bottom and worked her anus with his tongue, making her squirm in his grip.

"Oh," she squeaked out and gripped the sheets as his stiff tongue pushed itself into that small ring of muscle. The sensation was decadent and made her feel very naughty. Reaching down under the sheet, she groaned as she played with her clit. She heard the door open, and Kent redoubled his efforts, replacing his tongue with a finger and nipping her fingers out of the way.

Her back arched and her toes curled as he forced the orgasm from her. Gripping his hair, she tried to pull his head away, the sensation of him nibbling on the hood of her clit, too much. The muscles of her stomach bunched and quivered as each nibble pulled another contraction out of her. Finally, he laid his head on her thigh, cupping her mound with his palm.

Dazed, she turned her head to the side as the bed dipped. Asher leaned forward, capturing her lips in a deep kiss that surprised her with its force. She felt limp and tranquil after the delicious orgasm, a marked contrast to the borderline violence of his kiss.

Cool air hit her lower body as Kent moved the sheet. "Hey, this is my time with her."

Running a possessive hand over her face and neck, Asher said, "You had your turn."

Pulling away from Asher's touch, she scooted back on the pillows. Instead of joking smiles, the men were glaring at each other. Tugging down her nightgown, she went stiff as Kent wrapped his arms around her. "What's going on?" Small waves of pleasure still washed through her body, and she was starting to get pissed at them for ruining her afterglow.

Kent pulled her closer and cupped her breasts. There was no passion in his touch. Rather, it felt like he was doing it to irritate the other man. "Asher had you last night, now it's my turn."

"Turn?" She wriggled in his grasp and scooted off the bed. Asher's lips turned into an ugly smirk that chased away the warmth of her orgasm and left an ache in her heart. It was the same smirk he gave Kent last night when he had to leave. "I'm not some possession to be passed back and forth between you."

"Of course you're not," Asher said in a soothing voice while he smirked at Kent. "I would never think that … unlike some people."

Jerking on a pair of panties and some jeans, Lalita dug through the drawer of the dresser. Kent came up behind her and kissed her shoulder. "You don't want to be alone with me?"

After their earlier conversation, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. She tugged on a black T-shirt "Of course I do."

Asher moved from the bed to stand next to them, crossing his arms over his chest. "Why are you trying to manipulate her?"

"Me?"

She watched them in the mirror. Kent's upper lip curled back from his teeth and he gave Asher a mocking look before turning back to her. All the while he kept his eyes on Asher. Kent placed a kiss on her temple. "You're the one who snuck in here, uninvited--"

"I don't need an invitation to be with the woman I love." Asher took her hand in his and raised it to his mouth, placing a kiss on her palm. "And she certainly wasn't objecting." Instead of filling her with the usual melting warmth, their hold on her body twisted her stomach.

Stepping away from both of them, she grabbed her new black sandals from the edge of the bed and slipped them on. "I am so fucking out of here." The words came out roughly as tears threatened to spill. She knew this would happen. Knew that there was no way this could work out. It was physically impossible for two men to equally share a woman.

"Where are you going?" Kent asked as moved in front of Asher to block his access to her.

"Away from you two self-centered assholes." A tear streaked down her cheek as she looked for her purse and remembered she didn't have one. This thought brought on more tears as she also realized she had nowhere to go.

Asher pushed Kent out of his way. "Way to go. You've hurt her feelings."

"I hurt her feelings? We were having a great time until you decided you're the only one that matters. That it's all about you, like usual. Couldn't stand the thought that she was having a better time with me than you, huh?"

Asher whirled on him snarled out, "Fuck you. She practically pulled me into bed with you when I kissed her. Obviously, she needed me to finish what you started."

Giving them both a wide berth, she stalked into the living room and hunched down in front of the safe that held the money. "What's the combination?"

"Why?" Asher and Kent followed her out of the bedroom, each crowding her personal space.

"Because I'm taking some money and getting my own room." Her nose started to run, and she pushed the men out of the way and went to the bar to grab a cocktail napkin. "I don't want to be here with you. I don't want to be the cause of you two fighting. And I don't want to feel like some toy that you two are fighting over!" The last part came out in a shout and she felt a tiny bit better as they stared at her. "And I sure as shit don't need a guilt trip from both of you at once about something I didn't do!"

"Oh, Princess, don't cry." Kent started toward her, but Asher pushed him out of the way. The two men turned on each other and the threat of violence made the hair on her arms stand up.

Throwing her used napkin at them, she yelled, "What the fuck is wrong with you? You're supposed to love each other. People that love each other don't do this." She grabbed another napkin and blew her nose again. "Is this is how you treat someone that you love? Ready to hit each other when things get tough? I want no fucking part of either of you."

Both men stared at her with identical stunned expressions. This only fueled her anger. "What? You expected me to sit back and wait for you to decide who 'gets' me?" A guilty wince on both their parts confirmed her words. "You think I'm something to keep around to fuck and cuddle? A possession you can pass back and forth?" She slammed her fist into the wall. "Why did you make me love you if you were going to treat what we have like shit the first time something doesn't go your way!"

Asher's face shut down into a cold mask. "You have no idea what we went through. You can't imagine the pain I've felt."

"You're right, I don't. But you two do!" She stabbed her finger in the air at them. "You know exactly what you've gone through together, and you're pissing all over it by treating each other like this."

"No--"

A loud knock on the door interrupted whatever Asher was going to say.

Wiping her face, she tried to take in a deep shuddering breath. Her nose felt swollen and she knew her face was puffy. Whenever she cried she looked like she was having an allergic reaction.

"Who is it?" Asher asked, peeking through the door.

"Hotel Security, sir."

Asher leaned his head against the door and placed his palm over the eyehole. "Just a disagreement. Everything is okay."

"Sir, I need you to open the door."

Asher glanced over his shoulder and Kent made a “go ahead” motion.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to wipe her face as clean as she could. The last thing they needed right now was the police to be brought in for a domestic violence situation.