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  “Far be it from me to point this out to you, Mr. Dominant Alpha, but that sounds exceedingly primitive.”

  His eyebrow arched sexily and caused her pussy to flush with excitement.

  “Primitive? Hardly, Shona.”

  “No? Be wary of conceit, my dear man, the tables might turn and you might end up begging instead,’ she told him defiantly.

  He barked with laughter. Her pussy gushed in response to the rich sound that annihilated any defenses she still had. With a chagrined groan, she squeezed her thighs together.

  Oh fuck, he looks good enough to eat when he relaxes like that.

  She didn’t want to acknowledge the fleeting thought that had been haunting her since she’d come up with the plan to take what they had to offer tonight and leave—that it would be so easy to give in to his every desire and not look back in regret.

  Because for the first time since she’d realized that Mitch was part of a trio, she admitted to herself that she wanted more than just him. She was woman enough to know how easy it would be to fall in love with Sam and Jason too; because without them, there would be no Mitch. She wanted them. All three of them. And not just for the night.

  Shona had a sneaky suspicion that if she stayed tonight, she wouldn’t be able to walk away from them.

  This was one thought she really should’ve paid attention to.

  Chapter Seven

  The room seemed to brighten with the arrival of Sam and Jason. Both smiled broadly when they noticed her.

  “Our brave little sub,” Sam said against her lips before he captured them in a passionate kiss. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tight against his chest. He nibbled, sucked and teased her slumbering desire to perk up like a pop-up doll.

  “And she looks gorgeous on top of that,” Jason said as he yanked her out of Sam’s arms and into his. Shona felt heady as his kiss took her breath away. He didn’t toy with her, his tongue surged inside her mouth and commanded. She gave, unreservedly.

  Her eyes sought Mitch’s when Jason released her. She frowned inwardly. Why was she looking for his approval? Like his pleasure was more important to her than her own?

  Damn. I’ve never felt like this. How can they arouse me so much?

  Shona couldn’t deny that Mitch’s brooding and watchful eyes were what heated her more than the touch of the two other men did.

  Was that what he meant? Was he so compelling that he controlled my mind and body without me even knowing?

  “Come, my pet. It’s time.”

  Shona felt her stomach turn at Mitch’s brusque voice. He grasped her elbow and guided her toward a crimson door at the end of the hallway. The closer they got, the quicker her heart beat.

  “It’s good to be scared, love. But ultimately, in here, you’re the one with the power.” His breath was hot against her temple when he leaned down to whisper in her ear. Somehow this time, the deep soothing tones held an edge of command that caused her muscles to clench, rather than relax.

  “Yeah right,” Shona mumbled, not convinced at all. She’d read and chatted with Diana about the Dom/sub dynamic so she had a fairly good idea what it entailed. But having the power? She battled to get her head around that concept. How could she be the one with the power if they’re the ones giving the commands?

  “Does she know what to expect, Mitch?” Sam asked behind them.

  Mitch stopped in front of the door and glanced at his friends over his shoulder. “She has a fairly good idea, I’d say.”

  “You’d say? You didn’t discuss it with her?” Jason asked. His tone deepened with a twinge of exasperation.

  “I discussed what matters. The rest, she’ll learn as we go along.”

  “No. We do this right, Mitch. She’s vanilla. You fucking know this. We won’t begin until she understands—”

  “I do understand, Jason. I can’t say I know what to expect and how it really works, but I do understand. I did some research and I spoke to Diana.” Shona tried to pacify him.

  That got her a searing look from Jason. She bit her lip and decided not to interfere with their discussion any further. This seemed to be a sore point for Jason and Sam.

  “Very well.” Mitch drawled and leaned back against the door with his arms folded across his broad chest. He glanced between his friends with a bored look. “Well? We’re waiting.”

  “You want us to . . . fuck, you can be such a fucking dick sometimes, do you know that?” Sam grouched.

  Mitch didn’t respond. He waited.

  “Shona, what Mitch said is true. You have all the power. Once we step through that door, we go into full Dom mode. We command, you submit, but ultimately, only because you want to. You have to decide before we walk inside that room, if it’s really what you want. In a club scenario, a sub and a Dom will agree beforehand about the impending scene and to what extent the Dom has power over the sub. With us, we want it all, but you have to give it to us. You need to trust the connection between us, allow us to do whatever we want and submit to us.”

  “How does that give me control, if I just give it over to you?”

  “You give us as much or as little power as you want. And you can take it away just as easily. Although we hope it won’t be necessary.”

  “How do I do—oh yes! Diana told me, the safeword.”

  “Exactly. We use the word Red. If it becomes too much or you want whatever we’re doing to cease, all you need to do is say Red and we’ll stop. Immediately.”

  “And for now? What kind of control do you expect me to give you?”

  Sam and Jason looked at Mitch. She followed their gaze to find his eyes on her. They were blazing like simmering coals. He didn’t need to say the words. She could see it in the taut lines of his body, the rigidness of his jaw and the grim lines of his mouth.

  He wanted it all. Complete power.

  “If I give you complete control over me once we step through that door, what does it mean? What would you expect from me?” She asked in a hesitant voice. She had made up her mind to stay but it wouldn’t hurt to be prepared for what was waiting for her.

  “When I give an instruction, you will follow it blindly, immediately and without giving me any lip. You will not talk, unless we ask you a question—”

  “Begging, we don’t mind,” Jason said with an expectant glint in his eyes.

  “Are you going to . . . hurt me?” She asked, cursing when she heard how small and scared she sounded.

  “Some,” Mitch intoned.

  “But, because it’s your first time, not much. You have to understand, Shona, this is important to us. We need to know that this time we’re not making a mistake, which is why we’re testing waters first. You did very well last night. It showed us that you’re a natural submissive.” Sam elaborated with a searing glare toward Mitch.

  “Tonight, we need to ascertain the extent of your submissiveness; whether or not a lifestyle, such as this, will suit you.” Mitch’s deep baritone drew her gaze.

  “You’re going to evaluate that based on one scene with me? Here and now?”

  “Yes, my pet.” Mitch drawled.

  “Just . . . one more thing. I’m not sure I understand this dynamic. You, being the alpha, the dominant one in charge—what does that make them?”

  “Humans aren’t that different from animals, Shona. We are an example that alpha and beta males exist in the human portion of Kingdom Animalia. I will always be the one to push the envelope, your boundaries in other words, in this relationship.”

  Mitch smiled at her confused look. “Slap me silly if I understand the dynamics or the difference between the two. They are both Dominants. I can feel it. So how does it work? Why do they submit to your dominance?”

  “As beta males, they readily submit to me as the alpha male in a genuine fashion but it’s a conscious choice. It’s not something I can or ever would force onto them.”

  “Yeah, and let’s make this clear, my pet. His being alpha over us is only when we’re in Dom mode. M
ostly, in the dungeon.” Sam interjected

  “I still don’t understand.”

  “Mitch is pure alpha and he tends to carry it over into his day to day life, which is why he’s been so successful. He’s confident, he believes in his abilities, no matter the challenge. He doesn’t get embarrassed―ever. He just doesn’t worry about what other people think. And look at him, baby. He’s got it all, masculine and he’s a natural leader, with a ‘take what he wants’ attitude, you know. He believes he’s entitled to demand, which he does—with his directness and honesty. He’s not afraid to speak his mind and believe me, he will tell you things you might not want to hear.” Sam offered by way of explanation.

  “Yeah, bastard is always right too,” Jason muttered.

  “He has a dynamic personality and he thrives on taking risks and that is why we as Beta males submit to him. Or rather, allow him to take the lead during our sexual endeavors. We love watching a woman’s reaction when he orders us to push her limits. We’re the nice guys and won’t think of doing half the things he thinks up, but damn, girl, it’s exciting to act on them.” Sam continued.

  “Yeah, we care what others think and we tend to put their needs first, which is why it works so well following Mitch’s lead. We’re the reserved ones and tend to keep our feelings and emotions to ourselves. He forces us to be more open, to push our boundaries.” Jason said, giving Mitch a smile of confidence. “He’s the one who gave us the confidence to believe in ourselves and our strengths as Doms.”

  “Yeah, and we love the man. We’ve bonded over the years and became a smooth, running machine. Most times we don’t need his guidance but we love the added power it gives us.” Sam concluded their explanation.

  “Don’t you ever have the desire to be the one in charge?” Shona wondered aloud.

  “Oh, we do take the lead from time to time. That’s why this relationship works so well. Because Mitch has the confidence to step back and let us be the alpha and he becomes the beta. That’s more than enough to feed our desires. For us, this is the dynamic we prefer to live.” Jason explained.

  That certainly answered her question about why she responded to them in a similar fashion she did to Mitch.

  She glanced between them and the camaraderie and love between them were apparent to her, now that she had a better understanding.

  “Well, Shona? Have you decided? Are you ready to give us control of your body, your emotions and trust us enough to take care of you tonight?”

  Shona nodded. She watched his hand reach out to open the door he had been leaning against. She took a step toward it but he blocked her way.

  “No. We need the words. We always need the words, Shona. When we ask a question, you answer. Nod again, and I will see it as insolence.”

  “And I guess that means I will be punished?”

  “It seems you did have a good chat with Diana. That’s good. I like that you took the time to do that, love, it shows your willingness to learn,” Jason drawled in her ear. “Now, answer him, my pet. Mitch hates it when he has to wait for an answer. Best you remember that for future reference.”

  “I am ready to hand control of my body and emotions to you. I . . . trust you to take care of me tonight and not hurt me,” she recited, “much,” she added at Mitch’s narrowed look.

  “Remember one thing, Shona. When we’re in Dom mode, you will call us Sir or Master, whichever comes naturally. If you wish to ask or say something, you ask for permission first. Now, any other questions before we continue?” Sam wanted to know. She forced herself not to squirm under the sharp, watchful eyes of the three men.

  “Ehm . . . no, I think I’m good.”

  Mitch stepped away from the door and with a curt nod, invited her to precede him into the room. Her hesitation was brief. She didn’t miss the small twitch of his lips when she visibly squared her shoulders, lifted her chin and marched past him through the door.

  Only to come to a shocked halt, when her eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room and the contents of the interior came into focus.

  “Holy shit! This looks like a medieval torture room!” She exclaimed. Her horrified glance darted back and forth, taking in all the equipment around the room. There were even iron shackles on one wall!

  The walls were cladded to give the appearance of a rough cemented dungeon. The lighting in the room came from light sconces secured all around the room on the walls. There were numerous down lights she’d noticed in the ceiling but they weren’t switched on at the moment. The flooring was made from rich, dark wood, as was the closet and numerous drawers built into the one side of the wall. It was a stylish combination of modern and medieval.

  “Changed your mind?” Mitch drawled in her ear. She ignored his question and stepped away from him to walk around the room. The three men watched her in silence as she inspected the contents of the closet and drawers. Abashed at the variety of dildos, butt plugs and vibrators in all shapes and sizes she came across in one drawer, she dragged in a calming breath. She winced when her nipples tingled in response. Shona wasn’t sure if it was in anticipation of promised pain or excitement, when she traced her fingers over a variety of nipple clamps in another.

  Next she found herself in front of a variety of whips, floggers, and belts, straps and paddles. Something she’d read, triggered in her mind and she pivoted on her heel to face them, pointing at the wall behind her.

  “Are you into hardcore BDSM? Because if you are, then this test is moot. I may not mind mild whipping or flogging but—”

  “We’ll never mar that beautiful body of yours, Shona. And no, we’re not into hardcore. We don’t do cutting, fire or asphyxiation, and we’ll never submit you to any public humiliation either. Some voyeurism like last night—yes, but nothing more than that. Jason likes to play with wax and Sam loves bondage, but nothing that will hurt you. Ever.”

  She nodded as Mitch’s deep voice soothed away her fears. “And you? What do you like?” She dared to ask.

  “You’ll find out in due course, love. Now, my pet, strip please. Everything but those fuck-me shoes.”

  “Naked?”

  “Yes, and no more talking, Shona. Do as I say, now.”

  Shona walked to the sofa against one wall, startled to find an arch leading into a bedroom with a massive bed off to one side of the room. There were chains and shackles hanging from the heavy wooden frame over the bed. Her footsteps slowed as she took in the spanking bench, torture chair and what looked like a St. Andrew’s cross, if she remembered correctly, in one corner.

  “Is this going to take much longer, sub?” Sam’s voice sounded impatient, which spurred her to lift her dress and pull it over her head.

  Shona had gotten over her reservations, as far as nudity was concerned, long ago. She knew she looked good naked. Her body was curvy, but toned and firm all over. She worked out and did yoga to keep the cellulite at bay. She was quite proud that there wasn’t even one pimple on her legs.

  “Man! Just look at those legs and that delicious ass. You really are hot and sexy, little one,” Jason praised as she slowly wiggled out of her black lace thong. The dress didn’t allow for a bra, so she was naked before she felt the slight cool draft in the room caress her skin.

  Shona blamed the ambience for her peaked breasts when she turned to face them. She didn’t know what to do with her hands so she clasped them behind her back.

  “Now, just look at that. Standing and waiting like a properly trained submissive.” Sam said in a voice drenched with appreciation.

  Shona glanced at him and asked hesitatingly, “May I ask a question, Sir?”

  Sam pointed toward Mitch. “In here, you address all questions to Master Mitch, my pet. He’s the one in control in this room.”

  Fuck me. He was right. He is the alpha in this relationship and both the other two men clearly respect and look up to him.

  “You may, love.”

  Shona appreciated him using the endearment. It made her feel wanted and cared for and not j
ust someone they had the right to order around.

  “What if I don’t want everything to stop but I may need, I don’t know a breather, or . . . just some reassurance?”

  “Then you say Yellow. We will immediately stop and address your concerns. But, don’t abuse it either. We expect you to endure for as long and as much as you can. If you continuously use Yellow, just to make it easier on yourself, I will be annoyed and deal with it in a corrective manner.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Dayum! You were right, Master Mitch. She is a natural submissive. Thanking you in such a sweet voice. Ah, little one, I just know that once you learn all our rules and expectations, you’re going to be a delight,” Jason said, rocking back on his heels.

  They hadn’t moved from the door and kept roving their eyes up and down her body. Strangely, it didn’t bother Shona. It rather excited her—to watch the appreciation in their eyes and the warmth in their expressions.

  “Yeah, and I daresay our little sub is a quick learner.” Sam leered in agreement.

  “Don’t put the cart in front of the horses, you two. It’s too early to know.”

  Shona simmered at Mitch’s summation.

  I have no intention of failing this test, Master Mitch. As a matter of fact, I aim to pass it with flying colors.

  Shona had completely forgotten about her intention of walking away from them at the end of the night. Therefore, it wouldn’t matter whether or not she passed the test.

  Chapter Eight

  “I want her on the St. Andrews, facing me.”

  Sam took her arm and guided her to the contraption. It looked different from the pictures she’d seen on internet. It was in the form of a cross, but only the top ends of the four legs of the cross were made of wooden panels. The rest consisted of thin steel bars.

  She stepped onto the footrests as instructed and watched as Sam quickly strapped leather cuffs around her ankles and locked them into the rings provided on the cross. The reason for the design was made clear when she felt Jason press against her back when he did the same with her wrists. A sub’s body would be accessible from both sides, she realized, feeling the hardness of the steel bars press into the small of her back.