“I do, and I can vouch for him, if you’re worried he’ll hurt your sister.” He bit into his hamburger, eying her as he chewed.
“He’s coming on as strong as Jim, her ex, did. I don’t like it. She’s vulnerable from Jim’s abuse and now the assault, and he’s taking advantage of that.”
Trevor picked up his own shake and regarded her with a solemn gaze over the cup as he drank. “Want to know what I think?” he asked before returning to his burger.
“No.”
He swallowed and ignored her succinct answer. “Okay, I’ll tell you. I think you don’t like Damien because he’s dominant, just like her ex, and in your mind that means controlling. If you want your sister unhappy, keep pushing her away from a man who can give her what she needs.”
Ouch. “You’re controlling, and I like you,” she defended then blanched when she realized what that statement revealed.
Trevor stood, leaned across the small table and cupped the back of her head. “I like you too.” He whispered the satisfied purr in her ear and followed with a sharp nip on her lobe. The small sting zeroed straight down between her legs, forcing her to tighten her thighs to contain the surge of damp pleasure. Sitting back down, he popped a fry into his mouth and said while chewing, “There are different relationships within the BDSM lifestyle just as there are between vanilla couples. I have a good friend who enjoys a twenty-four/seven Dom/sub role with his wife. They are very happy and devoted to each other. Sandie, whom you met, only lets Zach get away with controlling their sex lives, and he’s more than happy to indulge her. I don’t know about your sister, but if I were to guess, I’d say she falls somewhere in between.”
Paige hadn’t considered that, and thinking back on the short cruise with the other couple, had to admit they’d both appeared happy, just as Penny had. Love for her sister prompted her to profess, “I don’t want her hurt.”
Trevor nodded, his shaggy hair brushing his neck. “Noted. But, like I said, I can vouch for Damien, and so will Troy. Are you finished?”
She leaned back in the kitchen chair with a contented sigh. “Yes. That hit the spot, several in fact. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” He pushed his chair back from the table and his voice took on a commanding edge. “Come here, Paige.”
Her heart jumped into her throat and her nipples beaded just from his tone alone. Resisting the urge to run to him, she tried to portray a calmness she didn’t feel. “Why?”
“Because talk time is over and I said to. Please don’t make me repeat myself.”
The polite phrasing didn’t fool Paige. Irritated he would think he could come into her home uninvited and pick up ordering her around, she shoved back and jumped to her feet. Hands on hips, she struggled to ignore the inferno raging inside her. “I fulfilled my obligation to you and Troy.”
“No, you didn’t.” The calm denial shocked her speechless long enough for him to explain. “The contract was for eight hours. Including the hour driving time down to Miami and back, you only completed five of those hours. Last chance. Come here.”
Her bare feet moved of their own accord, taking her to stand between Trevor’s spread legs and leaving her struggling resolve to get over both him and Troy in ashes. He nailed her in place with his piercing gaze and skimmed his palms up the backs of her thighs, lifting the sundress while caressing his way to her silk-clad buttocks. With a tug, the panties fell to her feet and Paige kicked them aside, her pussy swelling, aching for his touch. Later, she would question how he’d turned the tables on her so fast. Now, the craving to give in to her body’s demands surpassed even her desire to have her sister back home, and that was a hell of a lot.
Trevor palmed her buttocks, his touch igniting every nerve ending in her lower body as he tightened his hold, stood and lifted her onto the table. “Lean back for a minute,” he instructed before resuming his seat and scooting the chair closer.
Falling back on her hands, Paige looked down at him situated between her spread legs, gasping in mortified excitement when he lifted both feet and placed them flat on the edge of the table. “What are you doing?” She trembled under his penetrating gaze and hard hands as he spread her bent knees further apart. With the sundress rucked up to her waist, her entire crotch was exposed, along with the blatant, damp proof of her arousal glistening at the seam of her vagina. By leaving them both clothed except for her panties and shifting his focused gaze to her gaping pussy, he’d reduced her to one body part. How could she not be ready to combust?
His lips quirked with amusement. “Looking at you.” Trevor glanced up at her then back down between her legs again. Using just one finger, he traced over her pussy lips. “Touching you.”
His face was close enough Paige could feel Trevor’s warm breath feather over her labia. Leaning her head back, she closed her eyes and concentrated on the sweeping pleasure of his touch. Much to her frustration, he seemed content to toy with her, caressing her folds, dipping in between just far enough to tease her clit before retreating to spread her copious juices over her bare mound. Since discovering the myriad of nerve endings on her outer flesh, she’d never regretted keeping her pubic hair waxed. His touch on the puffy folds sent sparks shooting straight up her core, her slick vaginal muscles tightening around his finger when he returned with another slow press inside her. He proved stronger than her when he pushed in deeper, found her g-spot and caressed those sensitive tissues before pulling out and leaving her empty and on edge again. She blew out a frustrated breath after the third in and out foray, lifting her hips in a silent plea she knew her eyes reflected.
“Damn it, Trevor… ahhh!” The hard pinch to one tender fold halted her complaint, leaving her to shudder from the bite of pain that escalated her aroused state.
“Do you masturbate?” he inquired, lifting his gaze to hers.
Caught off guard by the abrupt question, she stuttered, “That… that’s personal.”
“So is what I’m doing. Answer me,” he ordered with another teasing dip of his finger.
“Yes, doesn’t everybody?” she snapped in frustration, wishing she could close her legs and rub the ache of unfulfilled lust pulsating between them.
“I don’t know, I’m only interested in learning about you.” He removed his hand and trailed damp fingers up and down the inside of her thigh, the light touch setting off tingles all over her body. “Show me.”
She stiffened in shock and a surprising flare of additional heated lust. “What? No way…” Paige started to scoot away from him, fearing her response more than his demand, but he stood and clamped his hands on her hips, holding her in place with his tight grip and penetrating stare.
“You know, sugar, I’m fairly easygoing most of the time, but I do have my limits. Keep it up, and you’ll get spanked again.” His mouth tightened with the threat.
To prove he didn’t scare her, Paige smirked and taunted, “You’d have to allow me off the table first.”
She blinked twice at the rapid transformation of his taut-jawed look to one of pleased amusement. With a shake of his head and small smile, he warned, “Oh, sugar, you have so much to learn,” right before searing the delicate flesh between her legs with a blistering slap.
“Mothering…” The blaze of red-hot pain startled her so much she couldn’t even come up with one of her stupid phrases to cover her astonished reaction. The instant throbbing of her labia wasted no time seeping deep inside her quivering sheath. A lighter swat landed on top of the first, just hard enough to reignite the sting and entwine pain with pleasure until she couldn’t differentiate between the two.
“Now,” Trevor said, picking up her right hand and placing it over her burning folds before resuming his seat, “show me how you masturbate.” He offered her a boon by explaining, “I want to see what works for you, where you like to be touched the most, where you don’t.”
“Crap, Trevor,” she moaned with a dip of her middle finger between her still tingling, warm labia. “Anywhere is fine.”
r /> “Good to know, but I also like watching.” To prove it, he gripped her knees and pressed them apart again, spreading her so wide she could feel the stretch of muscles.
The last of her resistance fell away under his penetrating gaze before he shifted his eyes from her face to between her legs. Leaning her head back again, she closed her eyes and concentrated on gaining relief by zeroing in on her clit, stroking over and over. The small bud hardened and swelled under her finger, her breathing increasing as small tremors racked her body and a light sheen of perspiration coated her skin. A deeper push put her in contact with the ultra-sensitive spot Trevor had located without difficulty. Playing around, she coaxed the tender nerve endings lining her sheath alive with pulsating, cream-gushing pleasure.
Lost in the throes of an impending climax, she jerked and her eyes flew open when Trevor joined in, using his thumbs to spread her labia and then rubbing the rough pads over the exposed flesh. With a grin she’d learned not to trust, he dipped his two middle fingers into his remaining shake and then tumbled her headlong toward climax by pushing the two cold digits past the tight resistance of her anus.
“Trevor,” Paige wailed on a long groan that changed to a high-pitched screech from another stinging pinch on one delicate fold. “You… what…” She stuttered to a stop, unable to come up with anything suitable as he spread the two fingers reaming her ass, the discomfort minor compared to the sparking heat of that forbidden touch.
“When we’re playing, it’s Sir, or Master Trevor,” he admonished with a taunting grin that proved he enjoyed her struggles.
The word ‘playing’ reminded Paige he was just toying with her, finishing the time allotted him in that damned contract. With her body’s demands now overruling all hesitation, and the chance he’d end this by fucking her, she couldn’t stop from going along.
“Sorry, Sir,” she returned, her voice dripping with sweet sarcasm. Her vagina clamped around her finger when she started to withdraw and the tiny tremors heralding an orgasm resumed. Eager for his cock, she latched onto her clit and milked the small bundle of nerves until her hips bucked against her hand and fiery pleasure erupted in a consuming wave that obliterated everything else.
* * *
Trevor couldn’t remember when he’d enjoyed playing with a sub more. Watching Paige climax on her tabletop, her legs spread and affording him a close-up view of her pretty contracting pussy was worth the discomfort of holding back his own raging lust for a little longer. When she calmed and slowly removed her finger, he let go with his thumbs and pulled out of her ass. He soothed her with slow caresses up and down her thighs, feeling her muscles quiver under his palms.
“You are a delight, sugar.” Pushing to his feet, he lowered her legs and helped her stand, catching her with a chuckle when she fell against him and clung for a moment. He longed for the time when she would cling to him for other reasons besides support while coming down from a euphoric high. Her hand snuck between them and wandered down, but before she could reach her goal and test his control, he grasped her wrist and held it between their chests. One touch on his cock, even over clothes, and he’d be unable to hold off until he and Troy completed their plans. It took no effort to inject sincere regret into his voice when he told her, “I have to go. Next time.”
Paige stiffened and pulled away from him, keeping her face averted until he reached the door. “You just proved my earlier point. You don’t want me, just temporary control over me.”
Trevor spun about and strode back to where she stood with a stoic expression, her pink panties lying next to her bare feet. “You couldn’t be more wrong.” Snatching her hand, he gritted his teeth and placed it over his erection. “I want you,” he rasped.
Perplexed, her brows dipped down as she gazed up at him. “Then why?”
“Because my brother wants you too, and we come as a package deal.” He waited a moment and saw the dawning of understanding on her face when she paled and then reddened. “Exactly. That is not something we jump into with a newbie. You have to know and want what you’re getting into before we move forward.” He kissed her, a quick, soft brush before striding back toward the door and tossing over his shoulder, “Troy will be in touch about finishing the last ninety minutes of your contract.”
Trevor drove away from Paige’s house more optimistic about their future and the odds whatever was between them would grow into something worth keeping. He and Troy had talked a long time about how to proceed with her now that she’d shown significant enthusiasm for submission. They’d agreed to push her individually by dividing the remaining time left on the contract, check the waters of compatibility as a couple before introducing her to the possibility of a three-way relationship. The last-minute case Troy picked up had worked in their favor, giving Trevor a good excuse for showing up alone to see how she’d fared after they’d pushed her so hard yesterday. Their initial intent with her first spanking had been to drive home how foolish she’d been to try to pass herself off as submissive at Sanctuary, and to set herself up as bait behind their backs. Her response that night had encouraged Trevor to pursue the matter of how far he could take her, and Troy’s unhesitating agreement had signaled he was more open about the feisty redhead’s possibilities of being a good match for them. They’d both suspected she’d agreed to honor the contract thinking to use those hours to get them out of her system, never imagining they would end up desiring more from her.
He loved the thrill of catching a new sub off guard and unaware of her submissive streak. Jackson and Julie’s wedding was this coming weekend, and if all went well, and Trevor had his way, Paige would accompany him and Troy. Meeting the rest of the gang of seven and their significant others at the marriage of one of their own would be akin to being introduced to family in the Carlsons’ book. He could take the good-natured ribbing sure to come their way from the guys—in fact, he was looking forward to it. Troy, on the other hand, might not. Little brother had never taken being wrong well.
* * *
Still shaking from her powerful climax and Trevor’s revelation, Paige leaned against the door, wondering if she’d ever be able to eat at her kitchen table again without remembering what she’d done on it. They both want me? She shook her head in bemusement. That was a first for her, a mind boggling, panty-dampening first she didn’t know how to react to. Finding two men attractive was normal; she wouldn’t even label lusting after two men at the same time odd for a thirty-one-year-old, sexually active woman. But she couldn’t recall a time when two men had reciprocated those fantasies. Given the way Trevor and Troy had kept their distance the past year, she still couldn’t wrap her mind around Trevor’s departing words.
She needed to be careful not to read too much into those words though. He’d only mentioned her finishing the hours owed them from their auction bid, nothing more. On one hand, she couldn’t help but admire their noble restraint from fucking her until she accepted they both wanted her; but on the other, the wait was frustrating the hell out of her. There was no commitment between them, so why would they care if she had fucked Trevor today and Troy whenever he showed up to finish the terms of the contract? It sure as heck wouldn’t have bothered her.
More confused and horny than ever, Paige padded into the bathroom and flipped on the shower, vowing to put the shield back up around her heart that had protected her thus far. She needed to neutralize the pang she’d experienced when Trevor turned to leave without fucking her, and fast. After losing her father before she’d ever known him and then her mother before she’d hit her teens, she’d learned not to risk further heartbreak or loss by allowing herself to get close to anyone except her twin. There was no use second-guessing what those two might do next, or fretting over where she’d be when they finished with her. Like she’d always done, she would keep her feelings close and find a way to move on after Troy finished with her.
Chapter 13
“What the fuck are you doing here on a Thursday night?” Detective Evans snarled under his w
hiskey-laden breath so no one else could hear.
She didn’t need this, Paige thought in disgust as she backed away from the irritable cop. After being up all night with the pitiful whining lab she’d agreed to dog sit for two days followed by rising at 5:30 this morning to squeeze an extra house into her cleaning schedule, she had been in no mood to fill in for Mel’s nephew tonight. And she certainly didn’t intend to sit back and allow a patron with a stick up his ass to browbeat her.
Crossing her arms, she returned Evans’ glare without flinching under the cold malice reflected in his red-rimmed eyes. “Tell me something. Do you resent me because I’m the only one besides Mel who refuses to mollycoddle you and your addiction, or because your wife left you and she and I are the same species?”
His jaw tightened as he clenched his hands into fists. “You and that bitch could’ve been taken from the same mold. She did nothing but nag me about drinking too until I got tired of hearing it.”
“Well, feel free to walk away from me anytime you want.” She set a coke in front of him. “You’ve already imbibed your limit. Take it or leave it.” Turning her back on him, she strode down the bar to wait on the couple seated at the other end. She could feel the hate emanating off Evans when he returned to his table empty handed.
For a Thursday night, the bar brought in a decent crowd which helped Paige keep her mind off the real reason for her irritable mood. When she didn’t hear from Troy on Tuesday, she figured he and Trevor had plotted to give her breathing space before launching the next assault on her senses. She spent the day Wednesday enjoying the anticipation humming through her veins until night had fallen with no word from Troy. The disappointment she’d gone to bed with reminded her what always happened when she let her guard down.