She slipped her thumbs under the material and pushed it over the curve of her hips. The skirt fell to her feet and she kicked it free.
Who knew she’d like getting naked in front of others? And yet, somehow, she suspected that the men had known all along.
“Get in here, sub,” ordered Destin.
Without any hesitation, she took the steps up to the trough. Before she could climb over the edge, Paul lifted his arms to her and helped her over the side.
The water was colder than she’d have thought it would be. She gasped as her body sank until the cool liquid lapped at her waist. Goose bumps erupted over her skin, and her nipples, already taut from her excitement, hardened even more.
“I can’t wait any longer.” Destin pulled her against him and crushed his mouth to hers.
His tongue danced with hers and a moan escaped him. Pride at having given him pleasure sent another rush of lust through her. The chill of the water was gone, replaced by the furnace of heat he’d lit inside her. She started to put her arms around his neck, but was caught off guard when Paul took hold of her arms and held them at her side.
Destin slid his hand between her legs and cupped her mons. He caressed her, skimming his finger between her folds. She arched her back, silently begging him to suck on her nipple.
Paul put his mouth close to her ear. “You like being watched, don’t you, baby? Every time you get naked, you like it better.”
She whimpered, unable to say more. Yet when Destin broke the kiss, she still couldn’t find the strength to answer.
“I knew you would.” Paul locked her wrists together with one hand. “You’re a natural sub and now you’re learning that.”
Destin rubbed her clit harder. “Hold it together, sugar. Don’t climax until we give you permission.” He plunged a finger into her pussy.
She cried out, then tightened her pussy walls, willing her body not to let go. “Please, sirs. I’m not sure I can stop from coming.”
“You can and you will.”
She thrust her pelvis forward, hoping the move would compel Destin to let her have a release. “Please.”
Paul took a hunk of her hair and yanked her head back. He raked his tongue along her neck then nibbled on her shoulder. “Call me Master Paul. You know you want to. And my brother is Master Destin.”
She mewled, realizing in that second that he was right. Weren’t they always right?
“Please, Master Paul.”
“Aw, what a sweet sub you are.” Master Destin pushed another finger into her pussy, putting the ball of his hand against her clit. “Hang in there. I want to taste your juices when you come.”
Master Paul reached a hand around her and took her breast. He squeezed, then pinched her nipple between his fingers. “Tell me what you are, Georgia.”
At first she didn’t know what he meant. Then it hit her. “I’m…a submissive.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want you saying anything you don’t mean.”
Although he still held onto her hair, she managed to shake her head. “No, Master Paul. I know it now. I’m a submissive.”
“Good girl.”
“Turn her loose, bro.”
When Paul did, Destin took his digits out of her then lifted her out of the water and placed her on the platform. She shivered as the night air struck her body. The chilly air couldn’t touch the burn that took hold of her and turned her into a human torch of desire.
“Do you like them watching?” Destin kissed her, a chaste kiss, yet a seductive one.
She nodded, then scanned her eyes over the crowd. Their expressions were mixed, some filled with desire, some with happiness, and a few with jealousy. Most loved watching her give her masters pleasure while receiving pleasure of her own.
“I’m going to eat you out, sugar. Spread your legs.”
Having everyone watch the men stroke her was one thing, but could she let them do an even more intimate act in public?
“Baby, you remember the safe word, right?”
“Yes, Master Paul. It’s red.”
“Do you want to use it? Remember, nothing happens that you don’t want to happen.”
“I remember, sir. And no, I don’t want to use it.”
“Then spread them, sugar. Now.”
Although Destin pushed at her legs, she was the one who opened wide for him.
“Hey, guys. Are you sharing tonight?”
She sucked in a breath. Surely they wouldn’t do that.
Paul gripped the side of the trough. “Forget it, Charlie. And the same goes for the rest of you. Georgia is exclusive to my brother and me. No other Dom has the right to touch her.”
She was flattered when many of the men groaned their disappointment. At the same time, however, she felt relief that Masters Paul and Destin had claimed her.