His Sub's Submissive by Cooper McKenzie (best ebook pdf reader android TXT) 📗

holding them trapped in her lap. When he finally released her lips, she was close to something explosive but wasn’t exactly sure what. She was surprised to hear herself whimper as he pushed her head down to rest against his chest.

“Breathe, little one, slow, deep breaths. Control is essential, both in a Dom as well as a sub. You must learn to hold onto control in any way you can until you are given permission to let go. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Very good. Because this is an unusual situation, we have a name challenge. I would not normally do this as I have yet to earn your trust, but during our time together, you will call me Master, and you will call Merlin Sir. Otherwise it will get too confusing. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Pet? Do you understand? You will be Sir for the next two days.”

“Yes, Master, I understand.”

“But what shall we call you?” Master Dane looked down at her with eyes that had darkened to cobalt blue.

Sloan knew it wasn’t a question she was supposed to answer, so she remained silent. She liked it when he’d called her little one, but was afraid that if she said so, he would change her name to shit or bitch or something equally unsavory.

“Pet? Do you have a preference?”

Sloan looked to Sir and found him studying her with eyes that had darkened to bittersweet chocolate. He looked so serious and so gorgeous.

“She looks like an angel sitting there on your lap. I also liked when you called her little one. Baby would also be appropriate since she’s a baby sub. Whichever you prefer, Master Dane.”

“Angel, eh? Yes, I like that. All right, Sloan, for the next forty-eight hours you are our angel.”

“Yes, Master.”

Sloan shifted as the air conditioner kicked on and cool air blew down on her bare shoulders. Dane tightened his arms around her then began rubbing one hand up and down her bare arm.

Merlin picked up one of the bottles of water and unscrewed the cap. Then he offered it to her. She wrapped both hands around it, smiling her thanks. He nodded then opened the second bottle and began to drink. Sloan, suddenly feeling parched, lifted the bottle and drank deep.

When she lowered the bottle, she found she’d downed nearly half of it. She colored when a loud burp emerged from her lips. “Excuse me.” She blinked and looked from one man to the other when they began to chuckle.

“You were thirsty,” Merlin observed.

She nodded and dropped her gaze to her lap.

“Expected under the circumstances. You will finish the rest before we go upstairs. You, too, pet. Don’t want anyone getting dehydrated.” Dane smiled.

Sloan nodded again but didn’t make a move to drink any more.

“All right, angel, confession time. What are you looking for out of this weekend?” Dane ran a hand up and down her back in a soothing motion. The heat from his hand spread through Sloan’s body, filling her with a warmth she hadn’t expected.

“I…uh…you see….”

“Maybe it would be easier if we offered choices, Master?” Merlin suggested when she fell silent.

Sloan glanced at him and nodded. How was she to know what to ask for when she had no experience?

“Do you want us to spank you, flog you, whip you until you come screaming?” Dane asked.

Sloan shook her head as she cowered. “Um, no, Master. I don’t like pain.”

“Do you want us to tease your nipples and lick your cunt and fuck you until you come screaming?” Merlin offered.

Sloan’s eyes widened at his explicit language. She nodded slowly.

“How about if we tie you down? Kiss and touch and love you all over, but don’t let you come?” Merlin leaned close and spoke softly.

A soft whimper emerged before Sloan could process the visual she’d imagined.

“Would you like us to take you together? Merlin in your pussy while I fuck your beautiful ass?” Dane whispered in her ear.

Sloan shivered. Her lips parted, and she began to pant. She’d dreamt of all these things. She’d read about them in the erotic romances she’d spent way too much money buying and couldn’t wait to experience such a thing. The muscles around her cunt and asshole tightened as she imagined being stretched and filled.

“I’d say that’s a yes, Master.”

Sloan nodded. “Yes, please.”

“One last question.” Dane slid the arm that had been rubbing her back under her arm to cup her breast. “How many men have you fucked in the past? How much experience do you have?”

Sloan closed her eyes and dropped her head until her chin rested on her chest. “One, Master. One man and not much experience.”

She fought Merlin’s fingers when he tried to raise her head.

“Angel, look at Sir.” The order was soft, but the tone carried more than a thread of steel. Master Dane would not be denied.

Sloan lifted her head and looked at the man sitting right in front of her. Tears blurred his image but not enough that she couldn’t see the amazement in his expression.

Merlin asked the next question. “Sloan, are you telling us you have had only one lover?”

Sloan nodded, her bottom lip trembling.

“And how many times did you fuck him?”

“Once, Sir,” she said before biting her bottom lip.

“Tell us what happened.” Sir’s voice was gentle, soothing. His eyes were warm, though he frowned in concern.

“I’d gone to a party with my boyfriend, and he got me drunk. He took me home, and we made out and then he…” She paused a moment, floundering as she stared into his soft, dark brown eyes, unable to look away. “He fucked me. He came after about a minute, right before I threw up on him.”

Embarrassed by the story, Sloan dropped her gaze from his eyes to his lips then lowered her head until she stared at the half-empty bottle she held clenched in her shackled hands. Would they laugh at her? Would they leave her and go find someone more worthy of their attention? Would Dane demand his ginormous donation back since he’d bought a dud?