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  She’d surprised him by accepting his harsh punishment then leaning against him. At least that was a positive step forward, which helped make up for the earlier step backward. Seeing her in the dress only confirmed what he’d already known; she was far from overweight. In fact, he wouldn’t even call her plump. He suspected she’d been a chunky child and received those disparaging remarks she’d mentioned from both foster parents and the other children. They’d likely been so frequent, her low self-esteem never allowed her to realize she’d grown into her size and now exhibited a lush, attractive figure she shouldn’t be embarrassed to flaunt. Her reaction to the dress helped him decide which direction the scene he’d planned would take, and he couldn’t wait for Troy to help him demonstrate just how desirable she was.

  Alessa’s tight grip on his hand revealed her tension as they wound through the busy restaurant to their reserved table nestled in a secluded corner. As soon as she took her seat, he could see her stiff shoulders relax. The girl possessed so many hang-ups, it was a wonder she’d ever entered his office.

  Time for another quick lesson in trust and obedience. The half wall topped with potted plants shielded them from the main dining area in the dimly lit corner and afforded him the perfect place to push her.

  “Before our server shows up, remove your panties and hand them to me.”

  The hand toying with her napkin started to tremble when she raised startled, topaz eyes up to him before darting a look behind him at the other diners. “Here?”

  “I gave you the instruction here, didn’t I?” He paused a moment, held her with his steady gaze then raised one brow and drawled, “Unless you’d rather wait and do it after our friends join us.”

  The pink tinge covering her cheeks turned a deeper hue as she slid her hands under the table. With some subtle shifting and bending, she managed to get the pink swath of satin off and thrust it at him in a wadded ball. Nodding, he stuffed it in his pocket.

  “Well done, sweetheart, and just in time.”

  Dax and Krista arrived, along with their server, and the four of them greeted each other then placed their drink order. Alessa appeared to rebound from her mortification and looked happy to see them. Sean liked the way she could execute a quick turnaround after he rattled her.

  “Alessa, you look lovely.” Dax leaned over and dropped a light kiss on her unsuspecting mouth, her wide eyes revealing her consternation.

  Krista laughed, setting her at ease. “Relax, Lessa. These guys are affectionate with all of their women. I love the dress.” Turning her blue gaze toward Sean, she asked, “How did you get her to wear that?”

  “It wasn’t too hard, I just ordered her to.” Alessa squirmed in her seat when they looked at her, then sucked in an audible breath of discomfort that drew a knowing look from Dax.

  “Needed a little persuasion?” he asked Sean.

  “A little. We’re going to order the filets, how about you guys?” Sean watched for Alessa’s reaction to him ordering for her. She kept quiet, but the instant tightening around her mouth hinted she was struggling with the reality of giving up total control, and the fact it wasn’t as easy, or as welcoming as she’d imagined. When he thought of her walking away from this relationship disregarding what she’d thought she’d wanted, his chest grew tight with a disappointment he didn’t want to delve into right now.

  “Krista prefers seafood to steak, but I’ll get the same.” Dax set aside the menu and steered the conversation toward after dinner. “I saw Troy and Trevor on the calendar for earlier today. Does that mean it’ll be just us tonight?”

  “Troy will return after they treat their guest to dinner. Trevor wanted to get back and prepare for a big case Monday morning.” As a D.A., Trevor enjoyed putting away the bad guys Troy arrested. After being assigned the case of the anonymous abuser making the rounds in the clubs, Troy was the most frustrated of all of them over not being able to stop him yet.

  “There haven’t been more assaults, have there?” Krista asked, nibbling on a breadstick. Sean noticed Alessa passed on taking one and reached into the basket and set one on her plate. She huffed out an annoyed sigh but picked it up and took a bite.

  “Good, aren’t they?” he asked, already knowing the answer. He hadn’t come across anyone yet who’d tried the breadsticks and didn’t love them, which was why he’d insisted Alessa do so. He didn’t want her to miss out on the treat because of her misplaced worry over her weight.

  “Oh, wow, these are good. I could make a meal out of these and a salad.”

  Sean almost groaned aloud at the look of pleasure crossing her face as she chewed then swallowed, imagining that same expression as her mouth closed over his cock. Refraining from fucking her tonight would be even more difficult. She’d shifted her eyes to Dax and Krista when he’d mentioned Troy joining them, and he could tell she thought he would be the other couple’s third. Imagine her surprise when she discovered she was wrong.

  Drinks arrived with their salads and the girls started up a conversation about their self-defense class. Sean visited with Dax, enjoying the way Alessa let her guard down around her best friend almost as much as he liked the occasional flash of temper that pushed through her insecurities. It’d be nice if she could be as open and relaxed to that extent with him before they ended this phase of their relationship. It would go a long way in ensuring they would stay friends.

  “Are you going to be joining the ranks of the fallen soon?” Dax asked in a whispered undertone with a raised brow when Sean missed a comment he made.

  “What? No, not me.” He added with emphasis, “I’m just doing a friend a favor, showing her the ins and outs of a strict relationship she thinks appeals to her.” Dax nodded but his green eyes darkened as he said, “Just be careful, bro, that neither of you end up hurt.”

  That was the plan, wasn’t it?

  CHAPTER 9

  A lessa stopped and gawked at the mega yacht that belonged to all seven men in Sean’s close-knit group. With sleek lines and well-maintained shiny decking, the vessel stood out among the other boats owned by some of the wealthiest people in the city. Once she’d tasted the tender filet mignon and the delicious creamed spinach that came with it, she’d forgotten all about her initial exasperation when he’d ordered for her. He’d been right about the entrée, and the breadsticks, damn it, she thought with a burst of self-mockery. The contentment now filling her as she looked forward to what he’d planned next was new and pleasant. Grasping his hand, she hopped aboard the yacht and fell against him with a lighthearted giggle.

  “You’re in a good mood,” he commented with a brief hug before letting go. “The meal must’ve agreed with you.”

  The patient way he watched her, waiting for her to admit he’d been right, tempted her to string him along. “Maybe it was Dax and Krista’s company and the big bill you paid that agreed with me,” she teased. The innocent kiss Dax gave her when he’d first sat down had thrown her for a loop. He’d always been friendly toward her at work and the few socials they’d both attended with the group. As dinner had progressed, nothing changed in the way he treated and looked at her, which helped to put her mind at ease over him seeing her naked soon.

  “I enjoyed treating you. I sense you don’t let yourself get out much, just to have fun. Come on, I’ll give you a quick tour upstairs then we can join the others in the playroom.”

  Holding onto her hand, Sean led the way up a spiral staircase to the top deck. The skeet shooting setup, shuffleboard and compact golfing green took Alessa by surprise as she’d thought the only games they played on board were sexual. Of course, recalling past conversations with the girls, the guys could get creative in coming up with ways to torment them while enjoying the innocent activities.

  The sun sat low on the horizon, a flaming red-orange ball that still allowed for enough daylight she could spot the restraints on the legs of the lounges and in the compact, open air shower. An outdoor kitchen boasted all the necessary appliances to keep food warm or cold, and
the massive grill could easily cook enough at one time to feed their entire group.

  “Wow, you guys have thought of everything,” she said when he tugged her toward the front end of the deck.

  “That was Zach’s doing. He had the yacht customized before he surprised us with the deed bearing all our names. Why haven’t you come to one of our parties before now? I’m sure Krista’s invited you.”

  Halting, Alessa refused to look away from his curious gaze. “You have to admit how unorthodox my… fantasies are, even more so than what my friends indulge in here.” She waved her arm to encompass the decadent pleasure boat.

  “Tell me something. When you first met and got to know Krista, were you always approving of her Dom/sub relationship with her first husband?”

  Alessa shifted in uncomfortable awareness as she thought back.

  “Be honest, Alessa.”

  She couldn’t disobey that order any more than she’d been able to resist ceding to Sean’s demands ever since he agreed to take her on. “No, I guess I wasn’t. I can remember thinking she needed to stand up for herself.”

  “And how long after you saw how much pleasure she enjoyed from submitting twenty-four/seven did your fantasies start to take root?”

  The calm softness of his voice washed over her and sank into her pores, wiping away the instant tenseness brought on by his probing questions, and she exhaled on a long sigh. “Not long,” she returned with a shake of her head at the rueful insight.

  “And enough men left you disappointed in the past that you didn’t want to risk causing a wedge between Krista and any one of us who might’ve topped you had you attended a play party,” he filled in with his usual astuteness.

  “Something like that.”

  Sean tugged her hand again and pointed up the deck. “Come on. I want to show you our water features,” he stated, switching back to tour guide with ease.

  “Good grief! That’s the biggest hot tub I’ve ever seen.” They stopped before the bubbling basin with its low curving benches and multiple jets. A fine mist sprayed Alessa’s face, the droplets warm until a slight breeze dried them. The constant slow rocking of the yacht shifted under her feet, making standing still in heels difficult without leaning against him. Or maybe that was an excuse to feel the press of his muscled arm against her side.

  “It’ll hold ten comfortably, or uncomfortably, if someone finds herself tethered spread eagle in front of a jet.” His eyes darkened with whatever image had popped into his head, his constant, watchful observance eliciting a warm flush that spiked the simmering arousal his presence always set off. “Over here is our mermaid fountain, a favorite apparatus of all us guys.”

  The big busted mermaid rose from the round basin with her arms stretched out to the side, her head tilted skyward. Alessa could only guess what they used the large nipple rings for. She flicked Master Sean a wry, sideways peek from under her lashes. “I’m afraid to ask where she spouts water.”

  The ease with which he stood on the undulating deck emphasized his bulging thigh muscles and added to his overall appearance of strong, sensual dominance. Alessa’s naughty body sat up and took notice, and her mood switched from playful to needy in the blink of an eye. She wanted him with every fiber of her being, the urgent demand moving inside her with as much forceful possession as he’d applied the dildo last week.

  “I’ll show you later. Time to go downstairs.” Master Sean’s dark, gruff voice added to the arousal pumping through her veins, her heartbeat kicking up a notch when he hauled her down the stairs and into the room she’d heard so much about from the girls.

  Troy, the lighter-haired Carlson brother, was tightening a strap around Krista’s hips where she lay on a padded bench against the side wall. Dax looked over at them, winked, then turned his attention back to securing his wife’s feet in widespread stirrups, leaving her naked and open.

  Alessa looked away from the carnal picture of submission her friend portrayed, grateful for the way Master Sean guided her across the plush teal carpeting to the opposite wall. The two poles centered a few feet apart in the middle of the room conjured up all kinds of possibilities, as did the medieval, scary looking chair with its open seat and heavy restraints.

  “It’s time for another lesson in trust and giving up control, sweetheart, as soon as Troy and I have you bound. Problem?” he asked, using the cool tone that meant he’d caught her startled jerk when he’d added the other man to their upcoming scene.

  If this was another test, she refused to fail before they even got started, or to give him a reason to walk away. “No, no problem, Sir.” Alessa tried not to think about the men who’d left her bed without a backward glance and how she’d feel if two men found her disappointing. Her lack of confidence already had her on shaky ground.

  Troy crossed over to them, his brown eyes steady and appreciative when he greeted her. “Alessa, it’s nice to see you on the yacht finally.”

  “Thank you.” She flicked a glance at Master Sean and when he nodded, she tacked on, “Sir.” Troy’s warm approval shone in his dark brown eyes as he took in the curve-hugging dress.

  “As nice as she looks in that dress, she looks even better naked. Would you mind stripping my sub for me?”

  Alessa didn’t have time to balk at Sean’s comment before Troy replied, “Not at all.” With a twirl of his finger, he signaled for her to turn so he could lower the back zipper.

  Spinning about, she held her breath, hoping that would enable the closure to slide open easier. Sean bent and fidgeted in front of her with two cuffs attached to the wall at the floor. The dress loosened and fell at her feet, leaving her standing in nothing but her heels since her panties were still in Sean’s pocket. Troy brushed his knuckles down her spine, her body racking with shivers from the light touch.

  Sean stood and faced her, his pewter gaze zeroing in on her denuded labia. Cupping his palm over the damp, bare flesh, he bent and whispered in her ear, “Good girl.” As always, the simple praise warmed Alessa in an altogether different way than his hand pressed against her folds. That pleasant sensation took a nosedive into chills when he sidled behind her with Troy and said, “Bend over and remove your shoes, Alessa.”

  A wave of humiliation spread up her neck and over her face, but when Troy said gruffly, “Nice ass,” the compliment lent her the courage she needed to follow Master Sean’s instruction. Conscious of their eyes on her, she bent and released the straps around her ankles then slid the shoes off her heels. Rising, she waited with bated breath for his next order.

  “Now, back against the wall, feet on either side of the cuffs.”

  Alessa had difficulty swallowing past the lump of vulnerability clogging her throat as she faced them and took a clumsy step back until she bumped the wall. Risking a glance at Troy, her breathing escalated at the admiring glint in his eyes, his blatant perusal of her nakedness hot enough to inflame her smoldering arousal. But it wasn’t until she glanced at Sean and saw the proud look he bestowed on her that she responded with her usual fervor. When both men stooped at her feet and wrapped the cuffs around her ankles, she found herself aching for a release brought about by both of them.

  “Would you believe people have told Alessa she has a weight problem?” Sean asked Troy in a mild, conversational tone as they pushed to their feet in front of her.

  “You’re kidding.” Troy frowned, but it didn’t detract from the attractive, contrasting combo of his tan, swarthy skin and blonde hair. No wonder he and his brother appeared happy to keep playing the field. “Shit, Alessa,” he scoffed. “I hope you told the fuckers to kiss off.” Reaching out with both hands, he cupped the fullness of her breasts while Sean’s steady grey gaze remained glued to her face. “These are part of a lusty figure, not extra weight. Remember that.” He rotated his palms over her nipples then reached up and drew forward two cuffs dangling from a chain.

  As if they’d done this before, the guys each took a wrist without a word and lifted her arms up to the chain, which h
ung about two feet in front of her. Attaching them left her posed leaning forward with her heels braced against the wall. The pressure on her shoulders was minimal, but the odd position sent a wave of uncertainty through her. She held still, afraid any movement would send her face down on the floor.

  Sean moved into her line of vision and cupped her face. “Breathe, sweetheart.” Maybe it was the way he kept his focus steady on her, his body pressed against hers, pushing her arousal forward and her fear back, or the way his hold felt more supportive than restraining that enabled Alessa to relax. She nodded with a deep inhale and he released her. “Troy.”

  Troy took Sean’s place, holding up a black satin blindfold. “This will enhance your other senses and you can have fun guessing who’s touching you where.”

  Sean’s deep voice whispered in her ear and accompanied the trail of his fingers down the underside of her right arm. “Some women find the soft skin on this side of their arm very sensitive. It’s often just one of several erogenous areas there are on a woman’s body other than her nipples and clit. We’ll point out a few others.”

  Troy cut off her sight with the blindfold just as Sean glided his hand down to the fleshy side fullness of her breasts, the teasing touches joined by two pairs of lips nibbling with both light and hard nips down her neck.

  Oh God. The blindfold helped her tune out Dax and Krista’s low voices and enabled her to set aside the disconcerting knowledge they could see them. Her nipples tightened into painful nubs, jutting out as if begging for a touch from those experienced fingers and mouths. Unfortunately, her two tormenters were in no hurry to get to her happy places. Their lips replaced their fingers on the fleshy mounds of her breasts, one delivering an erotic bite and eliciting a sharp cry from her, the throbbing pain soothed with a stroke of his tongue. Arousal from that slight ache spiraled south and settled between her legs, her core throbbing in tune with that bite.