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Savannah

This wasn’t part of the usual program.

Master Luka didn’t let other men drive.

But the male holding me now definitely owned the room, his dominance an aphrodisiac to my senses. It intoxicated me with every breath, his body hard and masculine against mine.

Then I felt Master Luka’s familiar presence at my back, and my knees nearly buckled. It was too much. These men. Their aura of control. Their intimidating size. I felt so small between them, only five foot three to their at least six-foot frames.

They were muscular and powerful. The richness of their colognes boasted wealth and sophistication. And their growls of aggression made my thighs clench with need .

The unnamed male released me as suddenly as he’d grabbed me, his expression a mask of indifference as he looked over my shoulder. “She’ll do.”

Master Luka chuckled. “Glad you approve, Declan.”

Declan , I repeated to myself, tasting the name. It seemed appropriate. Master Declan .

“Are you ready to play?” Master Luka asked, his question for his two friends, not for me. Because I had no choice. I was the object to be played with, not one of the players in the game.

“Fuck yes,” Master Ian said, finishing the contents of his drink and setting the glass on the table beside Master Luka’s. “May I?” He approached me with his hand held out for mine.

“No,” Master Declan cut in, stepping into his path and directly into me again, his torso brushing mine and pinning me between him and Master Luka. “I want to watch her crawl.”

A quake went through my core at the notion. My skirt was so short that they’d see everything. Of course, that was the point.

Master Luka brushed a kiss against my raging pulse before he murmured, “It’s a beautiful sight. Would you like her to lead the way to her playroom?”

“Yes, and her performance will determine if I follow,” Master Declan replied.

I swallowed. This man exuded dominance in all ways, just like Master Luka. The two of them together… Oh God . They possessed the potential to destroy me in the best way possible.

Or shatter me completely.

“You heard Master Declan,” a dark voice whispered in my ear. “Give him a good show, baby. Entice him to play.”

Chills swept up and down my body, causing my breath to stutter as I replied, “Yes, Sir.”

Neither man moved, forcing me to rub against them both as I escaped the cage created by their strong forms. I could feel their eyes on me every inch of the way, their gazes warming as I lowered myself to the rug.

Crawl , I coached myself, another of those delicious trembles rocking through my body.

I loved seducing Master Luka, and I knew exactly how to do it. But what about Master Declan? Would he prefer my hips to sway? Did he enjoy unhurried movements? Should I keep my head up to arch my spine, or focus on the ground?

My palms met the edge of the rug, my fingertips brushing the marble beyond. The hem of my dress inched upward, hitting the crease of my ass as I began to move. Each shift forward seemed to send it higher, the tight fabric a sinful caress against my skin.

One of the men hissed under his breath when I ascended the three stairs that led from the foyer up into the living area.

My knees immediately cried out in relief at touching the plush white carpet, but my temporary reprieve was lost to the groan behind me. All that did was make me want to move faster. Yet I forced myself to maintain the slow pace, moving my hips in silent invitation along the way.

This was my favorite part of the game. I ignored the burns against my knees, the way the changing floors impacted my palms, and instead focused on the footsteps behind me. Were there three sets or two? Was Declan intrigued enough to play?

It took considerable effort not to glance back at them, to see who trailed behind me. Instead, I chose to believe they were all there, salivating in my wake.

It made me feel powerful.

I intrigued them.

I seduced them into playing.

It didn’t matter that I was the one on my knees, demeaning myself before them, because in the end, they would be the ones begging for a taste.

Anticipation curled in my lower abdomen, scattering butterflies through my stomach. I had no idea what they were going to do to me. They could chain me to the bed, gag me, and fuck me to within an inch of my life. That knowledge should terrify me—and in some ways, it did—but it also set my blood on fire.

Master Luka owned me.

Could do whatever he wanted to me.

And I trusted him to keep me safe, just as he had since the day we met.

The hallway ended in my room—the one I took guests to. I’d left it unlocked and partly open, knowing this was where we’d end up tonight. With one hand, I pushed the wood inward as far as possible, allowing the men behind me a glimpse into the darkness of my life.

Then I crawled over the threshold, all the way to the rug at the foot of the four-poster bed, and assumed the position Master Luka taught me.

My forehead touched the black rug, leaving my rump in the air and fully exposed. I knew better than to fix the fabric that had bunched around my hips. Just as I knew better than to glance at the men to see who had followed me. I would wait in this pose until someone told me to do otherwise.

No one spoke, but I felt their energy shifting as they entered. Just as I heard the rustle of clothing and footsteps as the two guests explored the room. Then I felt the heat of a male standing right behind me. “That’s one hell of a view.” Master Ian , my mind supplied.

Someone grunted in agreement. Master Declan , I hoped.

Warmth tingled along the back of my thighs as a foot nudged my knees farther apart. Then he was gone in the next breath, followed by silence as the men merely watched me.

I swallowed, my inhales and exhales uneven as I wondered what they would do next.

Every man was different. Some would take me just like this, pressing my face into the rug and fucking me from behind. Others demanded I stand, then bend over the bed to perform a similar act.

There were also those who enjoyed making me do all the work.

Straddle their thighs.

Take them deep inside me.

And ride them into oblivion.

Master Luka often requested this of me, at least for the first round. Then he’d end up taking me hard against the mattress, allowing me to feel all the power he possessed. Those were my favorite moments, the ones that had my inner walls weeping with want . I could almost feel the dampness on my legs, my body more than ready for them to touch me.

“Stand up.” The command came from Master Declan, startling me from my inner fantasies. It was again a separation from the norm with another man dictating my moves. Yet Master Luka remained quiet, so I did as I was told.

My legs shook as I balanced on my heels, my dress still bunched up around my hips. I didn’t try to tug the fabric down, aware that the movement wouldn’t be received favorably.

The reason Master Luka liked this dress was the easy access it allowed.

Which was exactly why I wore nothing beneath.

“Fuck me, she’s beautiful,” Master Ian breathed.

I didn’t look at him, instead fixating my gaze on the ground and maintaining my submissive posture even while standing before them.

“She is,” Master Declan agreed, stepping into my personal space and walking me backward to the bed. He didn’t tell me what to do but guided me with his hands. He grasped my hips to spin me toward the mattress, then placed a palm between my shoulder blades to lead me down onto the bed.

My muscles tensed as he kicked my legs apart to situate himself between my thighs.

I was fully exposed.

All he had to do was unzip his pants and free himself. Then I would be entirely his to use.

Only, his hand remained on my back, his fingers finding the zipper at the top of my dress and drawing slowly downward to expose my skin inch by inch to his view.

The bed dipped on the other side, followed by a hand on my head, going to my braid. Master Ian. I couldn’t see him, but I knew it was him. He was less domineering than the other two, which he confirmed by brushing a thumb across my forehead in an almost sweet gesture. He continued that shocking caress by deftly unfastening my braid, releasing my dark strands while Master Declan finished removing my dress.

I shivered between them, one man between my thighs, the other focused on my head. Fingers kneaded my scalp as soon the last pieces of my braid sprang free. He didn’t touch my mask, just as the other hadn’t removed my shoes.

What a wanton picture I had to make between them, bent over the bed in nothing but stilettos and a scrap of black lace highlighting my eyes. I almost squirmed at the thought, wondering what Master Luka thought of my position.

I expected the activity to escalate, for the show to begin, but all Master Ian did was continue to massage my head while Master Declan licked and nipped a path down my spine.

What are they doing to me?