Rescuing Their Virgin Mate(52)

Chapter Fifteen

Drying one’s body seemed to be an ancient art for Clay. Dirk forbade her to move while he quickly rubbed her hair. Clay merely swiped the towel between her legs and said they were done. Running around wet wasn’t her choice, but their rush was endearing.

Dirk pressed a finger to her lips and led her into his bedroom. Clay nodded and from there the three of them entered the hallway. Even if they hadn’t asked her to keep quiet, they wouldn’t have told her where they were going. With her feet still damp, she stepped slowly so she wouldn’t slip on the tile floor.

Dirk leaned over. “Clay turned one of the spare rooms into a special love nest.”

Ripples of delight shimmered over her skin. Now that she’d decided to love her men and had broken the news to her family, she planned to enjoy every second with them.

She stepped in the room and excitement embraced her—well, kind of. The room was bathed in a soft amber light. The paddles hanging on the wall, along with some leather strappy thing frightened her a little. Some items were foreign to her. The vibrator, however, might bring a new dimension to her life.

On top of the carpeted floor sat some rubber mats. She guessed they were kneeling pads. Two queen-sized mattresses were pushed together on the floor in the corner with a ton of pillows tossed on top. The bed looked mighty comfortable.

“You really went to a lot of trouble to put this together, sirs.” She hoped it was okay to comment. They had set the room up for her.

Clay stepped in front of her. “Nothing is too good for you, little mate.” He brushed the wet hair from her face. “Beginning now, we will start your training.”

She gulped. Father, give me strength.

Dirk stepped over to a dresser, opened it, and pulled out something black. When he waved it, her heart raced. Being blindfolded was her worst fear. She closed her eyes willing her heart to slow. You trust them.

Clay led her to the mat. “Kneel.”

As she contemplated being with both men, her vagina clenched. Once more, she prayed she was ready for the sensual journey. Dirk placed the blindfold over her eyes, and instead of tension strangling every muscle, acceptance embraced her. Dirk’s legs brushed her thighs as he ran his hands from her shoulders to her wrists. The scent of his minty soap swirled inside her.

Carefully, he drew her arms behind her. “We know how much you like to touch us. To prevent you from losing control, I need to bind your hands. Remember, I’ll stop if you say your safe word.”

She nodded. The safe word was far from the tip of her tongue. He wound the soft cloth around her wrists. The material was tight enough to hold but not enough to be painful.

“Elena,” Clay said. “You have been an exceptionally brave woman these last few weeks, and we applaud you. I know how much you love sucking on our cocks. We are granting you a few licks before your real education begins.”

Yes!

Clay held her chin and placed his cock on her lips. She tightened her stomach and leaned forward. If she only had a short time with him, she wanted to make the most of the experience.

Her tongue darted out and licked him from balls to tip, collecting drops of water along the way. If she’d had her hands, she would have cupped his balls and squeezed him tight. Now, she’d have to be content with drawing him in her mouth. He lowered his cock to give her a better angle. Swirling her tongue around, she bobbed her head, enjoying his clean taste. He clasped her hair with his free hand and moaned, the sound giving her great pleasure.

Then he withdrew. “It’s Dirk’s turn.”

She wasn’t finished playing with him.

Dirk changed places with Clay. He stood so close his knees brushed her shoulders. When she licked his cock, he massaged her cheeks. Care and love radiated from him. She drew him into her mouth and sucked him hard. His grunts and growls came out more intense than Clay’s, and less than a minute later, he stopped her. No surprise. He was the more sensitive of the two.

“Bring her over to the bed,” Clay said.

Dirk helped her stand then scooped her up in his arms. Being carried had become her new favorite pastime.

He sat her on the mattress.

“Untie her hands.” The command came from Dirk.

Once free, they placed her on her back. Clay stroked her face. His palms had more calluses so telling them apart was easy. “We need to have total access to your body. We need to open you up.”

Unable to picture their plan, she soon found out. Clay grabbed both wrists, and using the soft velvet rope, secured her wrists over her head to the wall somehow. They repeated the procedure on her ankles, stretching her wide. Her stomach fluttered and her pulse raced at the vulnerability. The lack of freedom reminded her of the cage, but these weren’t Hood’s men. These were her mates.