“Then you’re a submissive. Now drop your jeans.”
“What’s this have to do with working here?” She was angry, but at what? At the men trying to control her? Or at her hesitance to do as they said? Why couldn’t she follow their orders and do what she’d always wanted to do?
“It’s partly that those who come here like the reassurance that the people helping them are okay with whatever they do. But most of all, it’s because we want you.”
She twisted around. “You want me?”
“Come on, sugar. That can’t be a surprise. Why are you fighting it? You came all the way to see us and we want you. Enjoy it.”
“That’s right, Georgia. We want you as our woman and our sub. You want that, too. Tell me that you don’t.”
“I…can’t.”
“Then, sugar, do yourself a favor. You’re a submissive. Trust us to help you find that out. If you don’t want to know, then just say the word and this is over. But if you do, if you dare to open up a whole new world, then do what we say.”
He’d called her bluff and she had no choice but to find out. They held a power over her, making her do and act as she’d never believed she could. She closed her eyes and gave it more thought. Giving up control, gaining pleasure that way, was what she’d yearned for.
Her mind and her body were in turmoil. She wasn’t ashamed of her body. It wasn’t anything wonderful, but it wasn’t bad, either. Yet without clothes on, wouldn’t she feel vulnerable? As vulnerable as she had the night of the murders? She jolted, physically and mentally shoving the invading horrible thought away. Could she risk it?
“We have a safe word, sugar. Do you know what I’m talking about?”
She knew enough about BDSM to have heard about safe words. “Yes. I want my safe word to be gorilla.”
Destin chuckled, teasing her. “That’s a good one, but we have a safe word that everyone at the club uses. A lot of other clubs use it, too. The word is red. You can remember that, right? Red as in stop?”
“Sure, sir.”
“Georgia, when we give you an order, you must do it immediately. You don’t need to think about it.”
“Take off your shoes then your jeans, sugar.” Destin’s voice was soothing compared to Paul’s.
“I’m not sure. Especially with other people—”
“No!”
She froze at the power in Paul’s tone. Without thinking, she unbuttoned her jeans and toed off her shoes. Her jeans puddled at her feet and she stepped out of them.
“Good girl.”
She rankled at the praise. What was she, a pet dog? And yet, she kept her mouth shut, her body’s exhilaration, the rush of lust, stopping her complaint.
Destin moved behind her and slid his palm over one butt cheek. She jumped a little, then held her body straight again. He slid his fingers beneath the hem of her panties, running along her thigh then over her stomach. His skin was hot, burning her flesh as though his lust for her was boiling inside him. His hard chest pushed against her back as he continued his exploration underneath the white chaste underwear to pause over her smooth mons.
His breath put a wall of warmth around her ear. “Damn, but you feel good.”
She shivered, desire to let him explore more and her conservative upbringing warring inside her. Inhaling, she held her body still as his other hand slipped under her plain T-shirt and found her breast. He worked his fingers under her bra until his hand cupped her soft skin and found her bud. Using his thumb, he massaged her nipple until it was a hard pebble.
Paul moved in front of her. His eyes had darkened, the pupils growing bigger, showing how turned on he was. “Do you like your shirt, baby?”
She frowned, unsure what he meant.
“Answer me.”
“Yes.”
He smiled. “Yes, sir. You must always address a Dom as sir. If you like, you may call us Master Paul and Master Destin. Now tell me again. Do you like this shirt?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then I’m sorry about this, but we’ll get you something else to wear.”
In the next instant, he’d taken hold of the collar and torn her shirt away. She let out a yelp, then lifted her arms to cover herself.
“No, sugar. Don’t cover up.” Destin tugged her arms to her side. “Keep them there.”
Paul’s smile grew wicked, and yet, she knew he wouldn’t hurt her. The loss of her shirt had been worth the feeling of wildness she’d gotten as it came away from her body. She held her breath as he took hold of the front of her bra. Destin stayed behind her, running his calloused hands along her waist, then under her panties again.