Page 11 of What Alex Wants…He Gets

“Yes, Sir.” They were the only words I could form beyond the lump in my throat. At least my voice didn’t shake. That was something.

“Jeremy is going to remove your shoes and then you are going to step up onto a platform. Don’t worry, we’ll guide you.”

I nodded, rolling the name Jeremy around on my tongue. I liked the way it sounded when he said it. The he who still remained nameless.

Yes, this was definitely crazy.

Apparently, I liked crazy.

My shoes disappeared before I could form my next thought and I found myself being propelled forward. Fingers at the back of my neck unzipped me and the other man, Jeremy, peeled the dress down my arms from the front.

“Step up,” he commanded.

I followed his instructions blindly, sucking in a deep breath at the cool air of the room caressing my now naked skin. Had my hands not still been bound behind me I’d have tried to cover myself. Blindfolded and naked made me more self-conscious than ever. I began to think of all the nights I’d used my job as an excuse not to go to the gym. That coupled with my unwavering love of the goodies I baked had caused me to gain more than a few pounds over the last year or so.

As if reading my mind, the man clearly in charge spoke from behind me. “You are incredibly gorgeous, kitten. Curves in all the best possible places.”

His praise warmed me from the inside out. I hadn’t had a man compliment my body in… Hell, I couldn’t remember. And coming from my mystery man…

Don’t get me wrong, I knew from the beginning he wasn’t mine. Not for more than the moment we were in right now anyways. But without his name, the words mine and Sir became my reality. No matter how temporary they might be. It was after all, my fantasy.

He grabbed my bound hands and quickly undid the fastenings that held them together, but did not remove the cuffs from my wrists. For a few quiet moments he rubbed my arms and stretched out my muscles, relieving all of the residual tension being bound created.

“What would you like me to do?” This from Jeremy who now stood just in front of me.

Alex slid his hands between the cleft of my ass and into my wet center once again. “Help me make her scream her throat raw, of course.”

I whimpered.

Oh God, just the thought of their mouths or cocks coming anywhere near me was almost enough to make me spontaneously come. I’d relived this fantasy in my mind on too many occasions to count. But it had been just that. A fantasy. Now I blindly stood between two men not only planning to share me but apparently willing to dominate me as well. Was I crazy to let this happen?

Maybe.

And yet, I stood still as my brain buzzed from the sheer eroticism of the moment. How was any woman supposed to think straight in the face of this kind of attention? More arousal flooded my body and coated the fingers still sliding through my center.

As much as the thought of two strangers having their way with me like this should have repulsed me, it didn’t. For the moment the anonymity of the situation set my blood to boil, giving me the freedom I needed to pretend for one night my life could be the way I’d always dreamed—always craved.

Taken and controlled.

Before I had any more time to ponder their next move, a hot mouth covered one of my nipples while a hand caressed the other.

A moan tore through the room that I was pretty sure came from me and I couldn’t be bothered to care. Not with my mystery man working me over and the equally mysterious Jeremy sucking on my nipples.

The only thing I knew for sure at this point was the fact I was slipping under the storm of sensation raging through me. I barely had time to react before one man’s fingers tangled in my hair and tugged my head back, baring my throat to the other.

“Oh, kitten,” he growled near my ear. “Sharing you tonight is a very dangerous game. Watching Jeremy touch you is not only hot as hell, but it’s also a test of my own control. You would do well to follow instructions and do as we say. Everything that happens tonight will be at our discretion. By agreeing to my terms you are now ours to use for our pleasure. Whether we fuck you, dominate you, or punish you is completely up to us. Barring your use of the safeword, you no longer have any say so.”

A wisp of concern crept into my thoughts. What if they found me a disappointment? Pleasuring two men at the same time did not sound like an easy task, especially for an inexperienced hick like me.

A small nervous giggle escaped my mouth. If they thought me worldly, they didn’t know anything at all. I couldn’t be more out of my element if I tried.

“Is this funny?” my mystery man demanded, his fist tightening in my hair.

“No, Sir.” Funny was never the word I would choose for this scenario.

To my surprise, instead of grilling me further, he crushed my mouth with his. Not the angry or controlling kiss I might have expected either.

Simply hungry and a whole lot wild.

From the tongue that swept the cavern of my mouth to the pressure on my head that crushed me to him, I felt his dominance clear to my bones. I couldn’t ever remember being kissed with this wicked combination of strength and need. For the first time in my twisted life I felt desperately--wanted.

When he suddenly withdrew I whimpered in denial. I never wanted that kiss to end. Not when I couldn’t get enough. He’d managed to intensify the ache already spinning me out of control.

I licked my lips and savored the incredible taste he’d left behind. Spice and man. A delicious combination I was certain would forever be imprinted in my memory. Somehow I knew the intensity of his brief kiss would set the tone for every future encounter.

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