Page 27 of Theirs to Desire (Club M: Boxed Set)

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S he keeps telling us she’s fine, but my instincts are screaming that she’s not.

I exchange another glance with Adrian as I lead Fiona to the Saint Andrew’s Cross. “Spread your legs for me.”

She dutifully obeys, her eyes downcast. Her muscles are tense, and she doesn’t look like she’s enjoying herself.

Fiona isn’t being honest with us. She hid from us back at our office, and she’s hiding from us now. Communication is the core of our lifestyle, and if she won’t talk to us…

I don’t know what to do.

I buckle her ankles into the cross, and her skin breaks out into goosebumps.

I trail my fingers up her ankles, and her skin is cool to the touch, not flushed with desire.

I stare at Adrian, wordlessly trying to communicate with my best friend that something’s wrong, but he’s busy tying her wrists in place, and he doesn’t notice my anxiety.

She said she was claustrophobic. Is that it? This playroom isn’t small, but I don’t know her well enough—not yet, anyway—to know what might cause a reaction.

Not yet?

I put that thought away for later examination. In the middle of a scene, Fiona needs my focused, undivided attention. Especially now, when everything is telling me that something’s not right.

“What do you like about the cross?” I ask her conversationally.

She draws a deep, shuddering breath. “Everything. I like placing myself in your hands.”

It’s a pat answer. Too pat. Too dutiful. She’s not telling me the truth, she’s telling me what I want to hear.

Adrian clears his throat. “The suede flogger is one of my favorites,” he says, lifting it from its hook and bringing it to Fiona. “It’s light. It won’t hurt you unless I want it to.” He trails it over her breasts, and she holds her breath, her eyes wide and round and anxious.

Oh, for fuck’s sake. Why won’t she talk to us? Downing was a terrible dominant, but we can help. So far, all she’s experienced is the pain, but if she just lets us in, we can show her the pleasure that comes with submission.

Adrian is as aware of her nerves as I am. He runs the flogger over her skin, smooth and soft, trying to relax her. It doesn’t work.

I move closer to her. “Ready to get started?” I whisper into her ear. I trail my fingers through her folds, and damn it, something’s seriously wrong, because she’s as dry as a desert.

What’s going on with Fiona? She’d been nervous yesterday at our office, but she’d still been aroused. Dripping wet. What’s different today?

She’s tied up.

The moment that thought clicks into place, I’m moving. I kneel and unbuckle her ankles. Adrian does the same to her wrists, freeing them. “What’s the matter?” Fiona asks. “Why did you stop?”

Because you’re freaking out, and you refuse to admit it. Not just to us, but also to yourself.

Should we stop the session? Somehow, I get the feeling that that’ll make things worse. Fiona needs to deal with whatever’s bothering her, but she’ll need to face the truth herself when she’s ready.

Right now, she’s pretending like she’s fine. If that’s what she wants, then I’ll go along with it. For now.

Adrian’s thoughts are running in the same direction as mine. He moves to the couch and sits down. “Come here, Fifi,” he orders. He drapes an arm around her waist and tugs her onto his lap. “Get on your knees, little kitten,” he says. “You’re going to suck Brody off while I spank you.”

“Yes, Mr. Lockhart.” She finally sounds more enthusiastic, and the fist of worry squeezing my heart eases a little.

Adrian positions her over his lap, his left hand curled around her waist. He runs his right hand over her ass, and then brings it down in a smack.

I watch her carefully, but that earlier stiffness is gone. She draws a sharp inward breath at his stroke. “Thank you, Mr. Lockhart.”

“Want another?”

“Yes, please,” she replies at once. My lips curl into a smile at her enthusiastic reply. This is what was missing from her earlier.

He obliges. Her eyes filling with desire, she looks at me. “Please may I suck your cock, Mr. Payne?”

Ah fuck. The way she looks at me, her blue eyes luminous with need… I can’t resist. I unzip my fly and pull my dick out, and she wraps her lips around my erection eagerly.

Fuck me. The way her mouth feels… It’s all I can do not to shoot my load right there. I think about baseball stats and business meetings, and will myself to hold on. “Open your eyes,” I order. “Look into my eyes. I want to see you, Fifi.”

Adrian presses a kiss on her back and spanks her again. “Do you want to come, kitten?” His fingers run over her folds. “So wet,” he breathes. “So beautiful.”

She’s wet. Thank heavens. We still need to sort out what’s going on, but for the moment, she’s enjoying herself. Adrian pushes a finger into her cunt, and she whimpers around my cock, and it’s all I can do to keep from groaning out loud.

She bobs her mouth up and down, her blue eyes hazy with lust. Adrian alternates smacks with thrusts of his fingers into her pussy.

I grit my teeth and hold on. I’m so close.

“Yes,” Adrian urges. “Come for me, Fifi.”

She explodes, and I’m just an instant behind.

Now what?