Their Virgin Hostage (Masters of Ménage #5)(91)

"She really does like it." Riley sounded almost astounded as he knelt down to her. "Sweetheart, what you're feeling, besides arousal, is the connection between a Dom and a sub. You could get it with a lover in other ways, but this is how we find it. We play. We grow together. We share these parts of ourselves." 

"It's about honesty." Dominic ran his hands over her ass. "I want to know how you feel. I want to know what you like and what you don't. So many people don't talk about their sex lives-or anything else important. We're going to talk, pet. We're going to communicate often. We take this seriously."

"I want it to be serious," she gasped out.

"Good to hear." They hadn't been quite so serious with any of their other subs, but everything was damn serious with her. Kinley was a woman who needed sex to mean something. He'd enjoyed the women who didn't, but everything was different with her.

Law walked back in the room carrying a large leather case. He stopped and stared down at Kinley's ass. "How many?"

Dominic smiled with a deep satisfaction. She'd been magnificent. "Forty. And she could take more."

"Not right now," Kinley shouted. "I need something else. Can someone touch my pussy?"

He smiled. She was so damn open. There wasn't a bit of artifice about her. She simply said what she meant and didn't embellish. Dominic repressed a grin but sent her a fond glance. Her honesty made him feel … safe, like she would always be exactly who she was with them. Riley, especially, should be relieved. No more nasty Simone-like surprises.

Though Kinley's ass was a beautiful flushed shade, he had a deep instinct to push her. Law's thumbs-up told him that he'd brought all the instruments to further their intimacy. When Dominic tried to gesture back, he found Law's stare was glued to her ass.

"Pass me a plug and some lube," Dominic requested.

Kinley gave a little moan, a singular sign that he was in tune with her body and her wishes. Pleasure surged through him. Dominic realized how far gone he was for this woman.

She gave him pleasure by the simple act of agreeing with him. They were in sync. He could call himself the Dom, but he'd spent his life looking for the woman who could move him and make him want to surrender his heart.

Kinley was that woman, and there wouldn't be another after her. He and Law were similar in that respect. He would love once, and it was brilliant kismet that he and Law loved the same female. She wasn't at all what he'd imagined when he'd thought of his ideal. She wasn't always easy to handle. She wasn't always controllable. Then again, she embraced Law, reassured Riley, and made him laugh. Who else would call him Dom Dom while pushing him to be a better man?

"I have everything." Law dropped the bag on the desk and stood over Kinley's prone body. "Fuck, that's beautiful. She's so rosy." He traced the line of her ass with gentle fingers.

Law was right, and Dominic wasn't sure how to keep her with them-to bind her to them-completely. He needed more time to draw her in. More time to bring them together.

But their time might end once the FBI arrived. They would likely separate them all and interrogate each of them while they studied the evidence. Once that was behind them-and who knew how long it would take-then the media circus would begin. Kinley might well want privacy and some time to herself. Here in Alaska, the concept of her father's betrayal and her sister's possible jail time were almost theoretical. But once home, she would be confronted with those realities. They would hit her hard. She might find trust difficult then. If she couldn't count on the people who shared her blood, how could he, Law, and Riley expect her to cleave to them after only a few days? Without reality pounding on their door, the rapport and sex had been relatively easy. But it wouldn't be long before all of that could change …



       
         
       
        

For the first time, Dominic hoped Jansen stayed out of jail long enough to win her trust, her love. Maybe if they proved how good they could all be together, she would stay.

"Touch her pussy. Give her a taste." He was in charge now.

Law dropped to his knees, obviously willing to give her what she needed. He moved between her legs, shoving them wide and spreading her cheeks. "Want me to prep her now?"

"Yes." There was no reason to wait. They needed to move on her as quickly as they could. Kinley was an affectionate woman. The sooner they had taken her in every way possible, the sooner she would feel surrounded by their devotion. The sooner she would give them her heart.