Rick tipped his head at her, his expression amused. “You sound disappointed.”
“I guess I was expecting something more elaborate,” she said, being honest as she turned and faced the two men standing by the foot of the bed. “Maybe a spanking bench or a St. Andrew’s Cross or wooden stocks.”
Declan approached her, humor easing across his features. “Trust me, kitten, we’re kinky fuckers without those unnecessary devices.” He touched a finger to the thin strap of her dress and let it slowly travel along the edge of the bodice, making her shiver as his feathery caress skimmed the upper swell of her breast before tracing his way back up the other side. “We don’t need a spanking bench when I can easily bend you over the end of that couch and smack your ass until it’s warm and pink. A St. Andrew’s Cross is too limiting when there are two of us who want to do dirty, filthy things to you, and putting you in a wooden stock is far more unpleasant than you think. All Rick and I require are a few things to enhance our play and your pleasure.”
“There are other private rooms with those pieces of furniture, and even some of those fantasy-themed suites that Stephanie designed,” Rick said from behind Declan, whose wide shoulders were blocking Summer’s view of the other man. “But actually, we prefer simplicity when it comes to sharing a woman.”
Since Declan wasn’t inclined to move and she couldn’t see Rick, Summer lifted her gaze and addressed her query to the formidable man in front of her. “Simplicity? What does that mean?” And why did that sound so . . . boring?
“All we need are sex toys and bondage gear,” Declan explained, and he must have seen the dubious frown creasing her brows, because he laughed lightly. “Trust us. We’ve done this a few times and we know what we’re doing. By the time you leave here tonight, you’ll have had the most intense orgasms you’ve ever experienced, without being strapped to some uncomfortable wooden contraption.”
“That’s quite a statement,” she said, infusing a playful amount of incredulity into her tone.
He grasped her chin and forced her head back. Their gazes collided, and the sudden heat in his eyes nearly singed her. “Kitten, it’s a fucking promise.”
She believed him, and he suddenly looked like he wanted to pounce on her and prove it, right then and there. When she licked her bottom lip, his gaze dropped to the slow slide of her tongue and the damp trail it left behind. His jaw visibly clenched and his body tensed, as if it was taking monumental effort to keep from crushing his mouth to hers, when she wanted that just as much.
“Hands off for now, Declan,” Rick said, his tone stern enough to break the sexual tension that had settled between them as he placed a hand on his stepbrother’s shoulder and forced Declan to take a step back. “Business first. There’s a few things we need to discuss with Summer before we can start a scene and you can finally unleash all your pent-up lust,” he joked.
Declan smirked at Rick. “Don’t doubt that I will. After all, I have two years of celibacy to make up for.”
Summer shivered, wondering if she was truly prepared for all the demands Declan might make tonight. If she’d be able to keep up with his level of physical hunger and give him everything he needed and desired. She was definitely willing to try.
“So, a few disclaimers,” Rick said, bringing her attention back to the darker-haired man, both of whom were standing just a few feet away, arms crossed over their chests. “Declan and I don’t practice hard-core BDSM, extreme kink, or anything else that will deliberately humiliate you.”
“Umm, what do you consider hard-core and extreme?” she asked curiously.
“Electro sex, fisting, anything that will draw blood, or sadomasochistic acts that are purposely cruel,” he said, giving her a few scenes that Summer pretty much agreed with and were checked off as her own hard limits. “Abuse and violence toward a woman does nothing to get us off.”
That didn’t surprise her. Despite both men’s strength and tenacity, nothing about them made her feel afraid or threatened. She wouldn’t be in this room alone with them if she felt differently.
“But we’re not gentle lovers, either,” Declan added, making sure she understood the difference. “We like bondage and discipline and especially when you obey our commands. We’ll most likely inflict some pain, but you won’t be tortured. Anything we do to you is in the sole pursuit of sexual, physical pleasure.”
“You’ll always be protected by a specific safe word,” Rick assured her. “Since this is your first time here at the club, let’s keep it simple and use red as your word to bring an immediate stop to anything that makes you uncomfortable, distressed, or uneasy.”
She nodded her head in acknowledgement. “Okay.”
“Any other questions or concerns?” Declan asked.
“No.” She watched Rick move toward a switch on the wall to dim the lights, and with another press of a button on the panel, soft classical music permeated the room, soothing and relaxing. “I trust you both.”
A pleased look passed over Declan’s features but was quickly replaced with something more basic and sexual and authoritative that made a liquid heat spiral all the way down between her thighs, soaking her already damp thong.
“Good,” he murmured huskily while the corner of his mouth drew up in a slow, sinfully delicious smile. “Then let’s get started on our first scene together.”
Chapter Three
That familiar combination of nerves and anticipation danced in Summer’s stomach as she watched Rick stroll to the large armoire in the room. She had no idea what was inside, but as he opened the double doors, she found herself moving closer to get a better view of what he’d revealed. Her eyes widened, pleasantly and enthusiastically enthralled to see the variety of erotic items and devices filling the shelves, along with an assortment of crops, paddles, and floggers hanging from hooks on the interior of the doors.
She might have initially complained about the room’s lack of sexual accouterments and furnishings, but this intriguing stash of goodies more than made up for that oversight.
“Oh, wow,” she breathed, trying to take it all in and feeling like a kid in a taboo kind of candy store.
Declan’s body brushed along her backside as he positioned himself behind her and dipped his mouth near her ear. “I told you all we need is sex toys and bondage gear,” he said, dark amusement in his tone. “Pick the one thing that appeals to you the most. The one thing you absolutely want us to use on you tonight.”
She bit her bottom lip and tried to not sound too brazen. “Only one thing?”
Declan chuckled. “Greedy girl. Okay, two things. Rick and I are going to select a few items, as well, so we don’t want to completely overwhelm you with too many things at once.”
She stepped closer to the cabinet, her eyes taking it all in—from the array of vibrators to different cuffs and restraints to ticklers, whips, and canes and everything else in between. Most of the accessories she’d either seen online or at Raina’s adult boutique. She’d even purchased some of the vibrators and other self-pleasure devices for her own solo use.