“A dungeon?” Heavenly blinked.
“Yes. And Raine has worked for him for years. He took her in off the streets and kind of…adopted her when she was seventeen, but he never touched her until a few months ago.”
Seth nodded. “I met Liam and Hammer both at a BDSM club in New York years ago.”
“Wow.” Heavenly looked stunned. “That’s… Wow. And Raine is…”
“Their submissive.”
“I guess that explains why you four are so dang bossy…”
Despite the tension, Beck laughed.
“I’m not bossy.” Seth looked mildly insulted.
“Oh, no. Never.” She snickered, then covered her grin.
Her teasing was way closer to acceptance than Beck had expected, especially this quickly. Of course, they hadn’t given her enough information yet to really comprehend what she might be getting into. Heavenly would have a million more questions, but his fear that she’d instantly run away in horror had been laid to rest.
She sobered. “What happens now?”
“Anything you want,” Beck promised. “We can go back to the condo and explore the things that turn you on. Or we can grab some drinks, sit on the balcony, and listen to the ocean. Like the women in the images you saw at the gallery, ultimately you hold all the power.”
“You said that but…” She grappled for words. “What does that mean? How does everything work?”
“Good questions,” Seth praised. “BDSM is simply an exchange of power. The Dominant and submissive build their relationship on a foundation of honesty, trust, and communication. You, as the submissive, agree to hand over your control to us, the Dominants. Boundaries and safe words give you the ability to stop everything if you’re scared or overwhelmed or…”
Beck sat back and listened to Seth explain the dynamics to their girl. He caressed her hand, watched her face, and hoped like fuck this worked.
In many ways, he would be starting at zero, too. Usually, by the time a submissive sought him, she’d traveled her path of enlightenment and grown self-aware enough to crave the wicked edge he wielded. While Heavenly might end up at that crossroads someday, Beck refused to pin his hopes on that. Instead, he’d put his whole soul into helping Heavenly grow and blossom—and enjoy the fuck out of the journey.
“It’s a lot to take in,” Heavenly whispered.
Beck smiled and cupped her chin. “In time, everything will make sense. For now, just let us be by your side,” he murmured, leaning in low, hovering just above her lips. “We’ll stay here, helping you, until you wonder why you ever worried.”
He pressed his mouth to hers, reveling in the texture of her soft warmth. He glided his tongue along the seam until she parted her lips and welcomed him. Heat enveloped his body. His cock stirred, growing thick and hard. Heavenly moaned and squeezed his hand, then suddenly gasped, sucking the air from his mouth. He opened his eyes.
Seth’s fist was cinched in her silky mane. “That’s fucking hot.”
Yes, and they were supposed to share her.
Slowly, Beck eased back, staring at her glistening, slightly swollen lips. “I still want to spank your ass.”
“Why?”
“To punish you for lying.”
Sadness tugged at her mouth. “I see it from your perspective. I do. But I don’t need more punishment. My mom left and my dad is dying. Isn’t that enough?”
Jesus, she was right; life had beaten her bloody for years. But even when she’d run out of options, Heavenly had never given up. Beck didn’t love the choices she’d made, but he admired the fuck out of her moxie.
From this day on, he would protect, nurture, and adore this amazing woman…at least for as long as she let him.
“Then let us pamper you.” Seth slid his hand free and cupped her nape before slanting his lips over hers.
Watching their passion evolve was erotic, but seeing them filled Beck with a strange sense of peace. He and Seth needed to ease her into womanhood beneath their capable hands gently, thoughtfully, reverently—not like she’d been shoved into adulthood as a child. Together, they would broaden her horizons…open up her mind, body, soul, and, god willing, her heart.
The smooth, soft flesh of her neck called to him. Beck leaned in and glided his tongue up the milky column, nipping and laving all the way to her ear. Under their combined onslaught, Heavenly squirmed, her muffled whimpers of delight a potent aphrodisiac.
Fuck, he wanted to feast on her day and night. “You like that, don’t you, little girl?”
She moaned into Seth’s kiss. He released Heavenly gradually—a nip, a brush of lips, a peck. When he pulled away, her eyes looked half-lidded in bliss. Her lips shimmered red in the shadowy night.
“This is a little bit like torture,” she murmured.
“It is, angel. The sweetest, most amazing torture on the planet.” Seth darted a glance up at River. “How much farther, damn it?”
“Just around the corner. Thank god,” he murmured. “It was getting awfully—ahem—hard to drive with you three sucking face back there.”
“Shut up and keep driving,” Beck growled.
Seth cut Heavenly’s laughter short when he swooped in to claim her lips again. Beck palmed her thigh. Desire hung ripe in the air. He was feeling impatient as hell.
Finally, River pulled up in front of the condo and shoved the truck into park. “Have fun, you three. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t enjoy.”
Seth laughed and bailed out of the vehicle.
Beck shook his head as he stepped onto the pavement, too. “If you’re going into battle tonight, make sure you cover your junk, soldier.”
“I never let my gun get dirty,” River quipped. “Heavenly?” When she paused and met his gaze in the rearview mirror, he smiled her way. “Tomorrow, you’re going to thank me for turning you down, I promise.”
With a blush, she left the backseat and watched him drive away.
Beck and Seth each wrapped an arm around Heavenly’s waist and led her into the building. As they ascended to the top floor, they glided their lips, tongues, and mouths over every available inch of Heavenly’s skin—neck, lips, and the velvety flesh above the V of her T-shirt.
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