Inside, she was surprised to discover the suite was pitch black, not even a sliver of light to help her find the switch that would turn on the lamps. The door shut behind her, the sound of it loud in the otherwise silent room.
“Sawyer?” she called out. Her pulse slammed into overdrive as her neck prickled. She swore she felt someone else in the room, but if it was Sawyer, why wasn’t he answering?
She reached out her hand to flick on the lights, when someone came from behind her and shoved her face-front against the door. She cried out as the strong body pressed tightly against hers, a telltale bulge digging into her lower back, right above the crack of her ass. Panic assaulted her, and she was gripped with fear that something had happened to Sawyer.
Only a second or two passed before the familiar scent of him reached her nose. And although her heart continued to hammer wildly, this time it was from arousal. They’d played this game only once before, when, wearing a ski mask, he’d snuck into their home, pretending to be a stranger. It was a dance that stayed firmly behind the line of consent, but at the same time gave them the fantasy that it was otherwise.
“Don’t scream and I won’t hurt you,” he said in a gritty voice, a tone that told her this scene turned him on as much as it did her. “Say your safe word and it all stops. Otherwise, I’m in control. You do as I say, you’ll find it’ll go much easier on you.”
He wanted her to fight. To make him force her to submit. It was a wicked game and one she couldn’t wait to play.
“Please don’t hurt me. I’ll do anything you say.”
He flipped on the lights, his eyes stormy behind the mask he wore. He flipped her around and dragged a finger leisurely down her arm. “We’re gonna have lots of fun tonight, aren’t we?”
She nodded as if she was a good little girl who was going to let him have his way with her. The moment he took a step away from her, she shot off toward the guest bedroom, having no idea what she’d do when she got there but too excited to care. He chased her, his booming laugh bouncing on the walls as he dashed across the room in an effort to catch her.
She wanted it rough tonight, wanted him to stake his claim on her and tame her like a wild animal. It was a dark fantasy brought to life—with a set of parameters that would keep her safe.
Darting inside the bedroom, she slammed the door shut and turned the lock, trembling from the thrill and smiling to herself for getting away from him. By the time he figured out how to get inside, he’d be so angry he’d have to punish her severely for her actions. Her entire body quivered at the thought of all the ways he’d make it hurt.
“Hiding from someone?” asked a deep male voice from behind.
Her heart in her throat, she twirled around. Leaning against the wall as if he had every right to be there stood a man she knew immediately she’d never met before. Like Sawyer, he wore a black ski mask, but that’s where the similarity ended. Dreadlocks poked out from the bottom of the mask, and on his shirt were the words Byte me.
She froze, unable to move or speak, her limbs weighted down by the heavy arousal coursing through her and her mouth dry as the Mohave Desert. The stranger stalked toward her with a predatory gleam in his brown eyes. “Cat got your tongue?” He chuckled as he reached behind her and unlocked the door. “I sure hope not, because you’re going to need it tonight.”
The door opened wide to a looming Sawyer, whose copper eyes had deepened to the color of a sunset. Right now, her Master exuded danger and wicked intent.
He wasn’t going to go easy on her.
And she wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Please,” she begged, the tremor in her voice as real as the man standing in front of her. “I’m sorry I ran. I promise, I’ll do whatever you say as long as you don’t hurt me.”
Sawyer took one threatening step forward and pulled off his mask. “Your promise is too late. You need to be punished.”
Sandwiched between the two men, she exhaled all the air in her lungs, their combined dominance making for a heady aphrodisiac. Sweat beaded on the nape of her neck as her body heated from the inside out.
Sawyer’s hands slid into her hair and tilted her head back until it rested on the stranger. “My men have been instructed on everything they need to know. Nothing happens without my direction.”
His words assuaged her fear, assuring her Sawyer had informed them of her limits and her safe word.
Then it hit her.
Men? As in plural?
Her silent question was answered by the entrance of two more men. As a result, her panties dampened to a ridiculous proportion. Her desire for Sawyer to share her with others and to watch him with other women was a kink that had confused her in the past. In addition to his inclination toward dominance and sadism, his fetishes also included ménage and group sex. She’d thought the idea should repulse her, but instead, it had aroused her. She and Sawyer had discussed it at length before inviting a third person into their bed for the first time—a female Dominant he knew from the BDSM community.