“You’re so soft,” whispered Destin.
“Let go.” Paul locked his gaze on her.
At once, she thought she could feel him searching, diving into her, trying to understand her deepest secrets. She lowered her eyes, determined not to let him see.
“Take off your bra, sub.”
She bit back the words to tell him that she wasn’t a submissive. But if that was right, why was she behaving like one? She reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Although embarrassment wafted over her, she held her head high and let her bra drop to the floor.
Paul stepped back. “Your tits are amazing.”
The rush of a blush heated her cheeks as the cool air conditioning blew over her. Goose bumps leapt to her skin and she shivered, then told herself it was because of the air and not because of the way Paul was staring at her. She was determined not to give any other clues that she was intimidated.
“Take off your panties.” Destin skimmed his hands along her shoulders. “You’re doing great.”
A slap to her butt cheek startled her. “What the hell?”
Destin reached around and cupped her breasts, then squeezed them until they hurt. “Don’t talk like that, sub. And when one of us gives you a compliment, you’d better acknowledge it.”
The pain was gone as fast as it had come. And yet, instead of getting angry that he’d spanked her, she wanted him to do it again. “Yes, sir. Um, thank you.”
“You heard what my brother said. Take them off.”
The men had so much control over their emotions. Anyone watching them wouldn’t have known how turned on they were. Not unless they saw the heat in their eyes as she did. She was proud that she could get them so hot.
Hooking her thumbs under the waistband, she shimmied the material over the rise of her butt, then paused, keeping her panties around her hips. She took it slowly, getting into the act of making them ache for her. Was this what they meant when they said the sub was really in control?
Destin and Paul stood as still as statues, their attention fixed on her. A gasp came from the man who was no longer tied to the posts. She watched out of the corner of her eye as he pushed the two women aside and moved toward her.
“Is this a new sub? I’d be glad to give her a try. You know. To help break her in.”
She looked straight ahead, not wanting to give him any reason to think she was interested.
“This is Georgia. She’ll be helping out around here.” Destin’s answer was pleasant enough, but there was a hint of steel in his tone.
“She’s not for anyone except my brother and me,” added Paul.
Had Paul just claimed her? What would that mean for her time at the club? Wetness flooded her pussy. As thin as her panties were, they had to see her crotch getting moist.
“Is that so?” The man was thrown, his confusion etched on his face. “I never thought I’d see you two taking an exclusive sub.”
“Now you have.” Paul moved his body between them, blocking the man’s view of her.
Had he done it without thinking? Or was he protecting her?
“Keep going, sugar.”
She inched her panties lower, exposing her butt crack. Then, with one final push, her panties fell to the floor. If anyone had told her that she’d be standing naked in the middle of a club with strangers watching her, she’d have laughed her head off. And yet, there she was. Strangely and inexplicably doing whatever Paul and Destin told her to do.
“Give me your panties.”
“What?” She realized what she’d forgotten. “Why, sir?”
Paul held out his hand, then spoke slowly, separating each word. “Give me your panties.”
She swallowed even as her saliva dried up. In a quick move, she stepped out of the panties, then bent over and picked them up.
Paul took them, then held them to his nose. He drew in a breath, then let out a sigh. “Just as sweet smelling as I thought you’d be.”
“Toss them here, bro.” Destin caught them. She heard his quick intake of air. “I don’t know which is better. Smelling her juices or seeing her ample backside.”
Ample? “Hey.”
A swat to one of her “ample” butt cheeks silenced her. “You have a lot to learn, sub.”
She gritted her teeth. “Do I have to stand here naked forever?” She could sense Destin raising his hand again, ready to give her another spank then added, “Sir.” Disappointment hit her as he lowered his hand.
She felt vulnerable, yet with more power than she’d ever felt. Even when she was in total control and apprehending a suspect, she’d never felt as good as she did right then.
Destin skimmed his hand along her thigh. “How’d you get this scar?”