Dane entered and crossed the room without a glance to check on their progress. After dropping his bag, he turned and waited.
Merlin released her long enough to hang the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the knob before closing and locking the door. Then, before Sloan could stop him, he grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head, leaving her naked.
“Hey.” She tried to fight for the scrap of a dress.
She froze when he swatted her ass cheek.
“Subs do not talk unless asked a direct question. We also do not wear clothes when alone with our Master.”
Sloan blinked and then nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
She watched as he laid her bit of silk over a straight-backed wooden chair near the door. A moment later, he pulled his leathers off.
When he turned back to face her, Sloan’s breath caught. Clothed he’d been beautiful. Without his leather pants, he was devastating. He had no tan lines to break up the long lines of golden skin that covered the lithe sinew and muscle of his torso, hips, and long legs.
Even his cock looked tanned with an angry-looking crimson head. He was so hard that his cock stood straight up his body, nearly reaching his bellybutton. Except in a copy of Playgirl magazine Jenna had given her as a joke for her last birthday, she’d never seen anything so beautiful or so big. How would he fit inside her when it came time?
Taking her hand, he led her to where Dane stood waiting. He pushed her to kneel then positioned her to sit on her heels with her knees spread wide and hands resting on her thighs. After tilting her head so she stared at Dane’s boots, he shifted away. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that he quickly assumed the same position.
“We are yours, Master,” he said to their Master.
* * * *
Dane couldn’t help but smile. His sub was posed so beautifully with his long, thick, erect cock jutting from the neatly trimmed patch of hair around it. His back was straight, shoulders relaxed and head bowed just enough to look submissive, but not so much as to appear as if he was cowering. He waited for whatever Dane might ask of him. He would sit like that all night if Dane wanted. He radiated peace and contentment with himself and his place in their relationship.
Shifting his gaze to angel, he felt his already granite-hard cock twitch in anticipation. While she held the correct position, she was too tense. Her shoulders were drawn up and fear emanated from her, nearly visible in the softly lit room.
He wasn’t sure if it was the stress of waiting or worrying about what he might require her to do during the next hours, but she looked ready to shatter. Dane moved closer to stand in front of her. If possible, her muscles tightened even further. Laying his hands on her shoulders, he began to massage them.
“Relax, sweet angel. You’re too tense. This is supposed to be fun.” He kept his voice soft, low, and as non-threatening as a six-and-a-half-foot-tall man could manage. “Deep breaths. Slow, deep breaths.”
It took several minutes, but finally he felt the muscles under his fingertips loosen. One last squeeze and Dane released her.
Turning to his toy bag, he unzipped it and pulled out several condoms, a box of wipes and a bottle of his favorite lube. He tossed everything onto the bed for convenience. Then he pulled out a supple leather glove, Merlin’s favorite flogger, and a small butt plug.
As soon as Jenna told him about the sub auction and the virgin sub she’d lined up, he knew they would be here and the virgin would be theirs. Then he started making arrangements accordingly. He would start slow with angel’s training, but before returning her Sunday evening, he would fuck her gorgeous ass while Merlin filled her pussy.
Once satisfied with his preparations, he turned back to the kneeling duo. He saw Sloan lower her head quickly, as if she’d been watching him, but did not call her on it. Serious discipline could wait. Right now, he wanted to play.
“What would a birthday be without a birthday game, eh?” He asked the rhetorical question as he moved to stand between his subs.
Trailing a finger down the side of Merlin’s neck and across the top of his shoulder, he smiled when his blond god of a sub didn’t flinch or giggle. Merlin was ticklish which made touching him like this somewhat of a challenge to the sub’s control.
“Angel, get up on the bed. Lay on your back with your legs spread wide.”
* * * *
Master Dane’s dark voice held more than a thread of steel that sent shivers of lust coursing through Sloan. She felt awkward as she climbed onto the bed and crawled to the center. Rolling over, she settled so she was half sitting against the dozen or so pillows piled up against the headboard. She spread her legs until Dane nodded in approval. When she felt cold air brush over her wet, exposed clit, she blinked before looking away and shifting her legs closer together.
“No, angel, spread those legs wide open. And keep your eyes on us. When we are in a scene, you will look into our eyes. Now, lift your arms and wrap your hands around the bars of the headboard.”
He waited until she complied. “If you let go of that headboard, I’ll paddle your beautiful ass and then tie you into place. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master,” she whispered.
Fear and lust warred for dominance, but her hunger for sex won out. She held her breath when Dane put one knee on the bed, and leaned over her. She was surprised when he kissed her again, his
