Page 268 of Theirs to Desire (Club M: Boxed Set)

ADDIE

T heo opens the door. He’s changed back into a suit, and the only concession to the lateness of the hour is that his tie is slightly loosened.

He's in dominant mode. It's not just the clothes. His entire demeanor has changed. The man I’ve met so far has been easy-going, considerate, and unfailingly polite.

Even in our mini-scene yesterday, he was mild-mannered and flexible.

Well, apart from that conversation about dinner, when I discovered there was a spine of steel underneath that pleasant exterior.

But now? Dominant Theo is intimidating in the best possible way.

I am so turned on.

He surveys me silently before stepping aside. “When you enter, Addie,” he says, “You obey. Those are the rules. Any questions?”

Elliot used to call me a bratty submissive. He was right. Theo’s rules are clear enough, and I don't have questions, but I can't resist challenging him. “Yes, I have a question. Are we going to have sex tonight?”

His eyes narrow. He takes a step back and beckons me inside. A thrill shooting down my spine, I obey. The door shuts behind me.

My eyes dart around the small, square room. I don’t think I’ve been here before. Two doors are set across from each other. One behind me, the employee entrance I used. The other is straight ahead. The walls are covered in mirrors.

Shane is sitting on a couch across from me, watching me with hooded eyes. In front of him, in place of a coffee table, is a much more interesting piece of furniture. A punishment bench.

Theo circles me slowly. I stay still, my nerve endings firing in excitement. “This is a very sexy dress.” His fingers brush my cleavage. “Soft.”

“It's silk,” I respond. My heart hammers so loud in my chest that I expect them to hear it.

“It looks fragile,” Shane notes.

I meet his gaze. “It's stronger than it looks.”

A slow smile flickers over his face. Neither of us is talking about the dress anymore. “I'm counting on it.”

Theo completes his inspection. “Take it off.”

I know what I should do, which is obey. But the brat in me can’t resist saying, “You didn't answer my question.”

Mistake. Theo steps behind me, close enough that we’re touching. He gathers my wrists in one hand and holds them behind my back. “Now, Addie,” he murmurs, his breath caressing the shell of my ear. “Do you want to start off with a punishment? Already?”

I’ve worn my hair down. He brushes it to one side and presses a kiss to the nape of my neck. “You want to know if we’re going to have sex tonight? Define sex. If I do this. . .” His large hand roughly kneads my right breast through my dress. “Is this sex?”

My nipple hardens. Blood rushes from my brain.

I feel dizzy. I have masturbated in the last two years; I'm only human. I’ve squeezed my nipples between my thumb and forefinger.

But the sensation that shoots through me at Theo's touch is entirely different.

Partly because he's so much stronger than me, and partly because I don't know what he will do next.

My heady anticipation is a drug injected directly into my veins.

“No,” I whisper. “Squeezing my breasts isn’t sex. I haven't even taken my dress off.”

“Indeed,” Shane observes, his voice faintly disapproving.

“And I believe I remember Theo telling you to do that.” He gets to his feet and walks to an armoire in the corner.

Every private room has one. From experience, I know it houses an impressive assortment of sex toys.

He opens it, considers the selections thoughtfully, and pulls out a riding crop, setting it on a table in the corner.

“At the rate you’re going, this is shaping up to be a very painful evening, Addie. ”

Apart from the newly added riding crop, a pair of nipple clamps on the table are joined by wrist cuffs, an arm binder, a spreader bar, a blindfold, and a penis gag.

Oh, hell yes.

Theo lets go of my wrists so I can pull the dress over my head. He takes it from me and drapes it on a padded hanger. He clasps my wrists again and steers me to the mirror covering the wall. “Look at yourself,” he says. “I want you to watch everything I am going to do to you.”

“Yes, Theo.”

“Mr. Keppel,” he corrects.

Arousal shudders through me at his stern tone. God, this is so good. How could I have forgotten this mix of nerves and desire and anticipation? “Yes, Mr. Keppel,” I say dutifully.

I look at my reflection in the mirror. My bra and panties are unabashedly sexy, Agent Provocateur's finest. The dark green fabric is sheer. Black straps crisscross my cleavage and hips. To complete the outfit, I’m wearing a garter belt and sheer black stockings.

No need to be coy; I’m dressed for sex.

Heat flares in Theo's eyes. “Very nice,” he says approvingly, his thumb stroking the seam of the stocking. “Did you wear this for us?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

Idiot. Come on, Addie. This is a rookie mistake, and you're better than this. “ Yes, Mr. Keppel.”

He moves closer to me, and I can feel the bulge of his erection against my ass.

“Look at how beautiful you are,” he says.

His big palm rests on my stomach. “How fucking sexy. You wore this to drive Shane and me mad, didn’t you, Addie?

” His fingers grip my hip. “Did you think we’d tear off your clothes, throw you down, and fuck you hard? Is that what you want?”

My nipples are so hard they hurt.

“No answer, Addie?” A smile softens his expression. His hand leaves my hip and travels to my breast again. He squeezes. “What about now?” His voice sounds detached, but I can see his face in the mirror and feel his erection. He’s not as calm as he’s pretending to be. “Is this sex, Addie?”

I like this game. “No, Mr. Keppel.” I inhale sharply as his thumb strokes my engorged nub.

“This?” He bends his head and sucks my hot, swollen nipple into his mouth. My pussy weeps in pleasure, and I fight to stay still. “No?” He looks across the room at Shane in feigned confusion. “Any ideas?”

Shane leans forward, his elbows on his knees. “Come here, Addie.”

He stands up and moves the punishment bench out of the way. He circles me slowly, examining my body. “Theo and I have one goal today.”

“To make me come?” I ask hopefully.

He chuckles. “That too.” He takes off his jacket, drapes it on the back of the couch, and undoes his cufflinks to roll up his sleeves. It’s unbearably sexy. “Theo and I want to learn your limits. We’re going to push you tonight.”

I nod.

“But only to the point where you’re enjoying yourself,” Theo adds. “If it’s too much at any point, I expect you to use your safeword.”

“Yes, Mr. Keppel.”

Theo walks up behind me. His fingers trace the cups of my bra. “Let’s get this off.” He undoes the clasp and slides the straps over my shoulders. I shiver at his touch. It’s been over two years. I’ve forgotten how much I missed this. I feel like a new submissive again, eager and nervous. Ready.

Shane buckles cuffs around my wrists. “Lift your arms in the air,” he orders. I obey. He moves to the wall and presses a switch. Two chains lower from the ceiling.

Theo clips my cuffed wrist onto them and gets down on his knees. “Spread your legs, Addie.”

I look down and see he’s holding a spreader bar. Ooh, yes. I move my feet apart, and Theo fastens the padded cuffs around my ankles.

“Ready?” Shane says. He presses the switch again, and the chains rise, lifting me until I’m stretched taut. My feet are still on the floor, but I have no slack. None at all.

“How is that?”

“It’s fine for now. I’m not sure how long I can hold it.”

“Tell me when it hurts.”

Theo moves in front of me. “We were in the middle of a discussion,” he says.

“Let’s see.” He bends his head and sucks my nipple into his mouth, rolling the other one between his thumb and forefinger.

It was amazing before when he sucked my nipple through my bra.

Now, it’s even better. Desire shoots through me, hot lava running through my veins. “Is this sex?”

I can’t think. All thought has fled my brain.

Shane spanks my ass, and I gasp. Theo glides his thumb over my lower lip. “Open.” I part my lips, and he slides his finger into my mouth. “Want to suck cock tonight?”

“Yes, Sir,” I exhale.

“Hmm. Perhaps. We’ll see how I feel.”

I glare at him. He gives me a maddeningly neutral smile and lowers his mouth to my nipples again. Oh, God. It’s so good. It’s so fucking good. My knees are buckling under the onslaught of pleasure, but the chains hold me upright.

Shane snaps a flogger across my ass. Hot lines of pleasure pain blaze on my skin. I moan, and Theo lifts his head. “You like that, don’t you, Addie? You’re sticking your ass out toward Shane. Want another?”

“Yes, please, Mr. Keppel.”

“I think it’s me you should ask,” Shane says, amused. “But since you were so polite, I’ll humor you.” The flogger scours my ass again, and I bite back my yelp.

“Let’s kick this up a notch,” Theo says. He picks up the riding crop. “While Shane works over your ass, I think I’ll amuse myself a different way.”

Oh, yes.

He flicks his wrist. The tip of the crop bites the top of my breast. My skin bursts into flame. It hurts, but it’s a good hurt. A necessary hurt, one that fills a void in my soul.

I wade into a pool of sensation. It surrounds me. I’m held firm by the chains around my wrists. Theo crops my breasts, Shane flogs my ass, and their lips soothe the sting their implements inflict.

Then Shane pushes the seam of my panties aside and thrusts two fingers into my sopping pussy. They twist inside me, searching for my g-spot. My climax hurtles toward me, and I shiver and whimper. I almost break. . .

Shane pulls his fingers away.

Theo tilts my chin up. “Addie,” he says sternly. “You need our permission to come. Is that clear?”

Argh. “Yes, Mr. Keppel.”

He gives me an inscrutable smile and blindfolds me. Then they continue to flog and crop me.