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  Aiden straddled her body. He ran a hand down her spine as he pulled away from her neck. He too watched her expression in the mirror, a grin spreading across his face.

  Aiden pressed her forward with a hand on the center of her back until she bent at the waist. He smoothed his hands down her sides and across her hips.

  Stephanie shivered. She set her forehead on the counter, her fingers still gripping the edge.

  Dane adjusted his cock and spread his legs to help steady himself. Thank God for the wall behind him. It might have been the only thing keeping him standing.

  Aiden trailed his fingers back up her spine. Her breasts hung in front of her at this right angle, her nipples sharp points angling toward the floor where they swayed.

  Stephanie squirmed.

  Aiden leaned in and kissed her forehead. He nibbled a path around her cheek and over her lips.

  Dane took his dick in hand and squeezed through the denim of his jeans. His balls drew up. Finally he released his cock, popped the button and unzipped his pants. Who was he kidding? He would need release while he watched this scene unfold.

  Aiden kissed a line down Stephanie’s back while he held her hands in place against the edge of the counter. “Leave your hands here. Don’t move unless I tell you,” he whispered as he licked and nibbled his way down her back.

  When he reached her ass, he scooted his legs back and used one foot to nudge hers apart until he could stand between her spread thighs. He grazed his hands up her arms from her hands to her armpits and then teased her swaying breasts with light touches designed to make her squirm.

  Dane swallowed his moan, not wanting to break into the silence. Her tits were fantastic and he wanted to crawl under her and suck them into his mouth as Aiden fucked her. But that would ruin the picture in front of him and he wanted to watch Aiden take their woman more.

  Finally Aiden squeezed both breasts and then pinched her nipples hard enough for her to emit a high squeal and lift up on her tiptoes. She didn’t move her head or her hands, a fact that both surprised Dane and made him proud.

  Aiden teased her nipples for several moments and then lowered his hands to smooth them over her belly and down her thighs. “Spread wider, baby.” His voice was hoarse and Dane knew it was taking all his concentration to keep from plunging into her without preamble.

  Dane watched Stephanie’s firm nipples as they continued to swing with her movement as she spread her legs at Aiden’s bidding.

  Aiden stood taller. He squeezed Stephanie’s ass cheeks until they pinkened, pulling them apart to reveal her rear hole over and over. When he lowered his hands to her inner thighs and stroked through her folds, Stephanie lifted onto her tiptoes again and moaned into the counter. She rolled on her forehead back and forth and arched her back.

  Aiden set one hand just above her ass and held her steady. “So wet for me.” He continued fondling her, slow easy movements that would only raise her arousal but not be enough to make her come.

  Dane gritted his teeth. It was enough to make him come. He set his head on the wall behind him and stroked his dick from base to tip until he had to pinch off the end to keep from releasing himself onto the floor before he intended.

  “You ready for my cock, Steph?” Aiden asked.

  Stephanie mumbled something unintelligible.

  “Tell me what you need, Steph.” Aiden released her pussy, grabbing her hips with both hands.

  “Ahhh.” She bucked back until her ass pressed into Aiden’s cock. “Please,” she pleaded. “Please fuck me.”

  Aiden didn’t wait a beat. He bent his knees, aligned himself with her pussy and pressed home. A long, low groan filled the room as he tossed his head back and closed his eyes.

  Dane knew he was fighting premature orgasm. He knew because he was doing the same thing and his dick wasn’t even the one buried in that sweet pussy.

  After several moments, Aiden moved. He started a rhythm inside Stephanie, gripping her hips as he eased in and out of her depths.

  Dane lifted his gaze to Aiden’s face in the mirror. The man was straining to keep from coming. But Stephanie was too. She joined the rhythm set up by Aiden, pulling away and pushing back into him on each stroke.

  The moment Aiden couldn’t hold off was written on his tense face, the muscles in his neck stiff, his forehead furrowed with the losing battle. Aiden reached around Stephanie with one hand until it disappeared around her clit.

  Stephanie stiffened, her body going rigid. She screamed.

  Aiden followed her into bliss, his cock pressed deep inside her, his ass tight, his entire body twitching as he released himself into her.

  Dane let go of his cock head as he watched his friend and gave one last squeeze of his shaft until he too came, his orgasm jutting onto the bathroom floor.

  Moments passed. The only sound in the room was heavy breathing. It took that long for Dane’s eyesight to return to normal. When he could finally move, he took two steps toward the sink and ran the hot water. As soon as it was warm enough, he wet a washcloth and handed it to Aiden.

  While Aiden took care of Stephanie and himself, Dane cleaned the floor and tucked himself back into his jeans.

  Stephanie shivered as she shifted her gaze to Dane. He grabbed the dress off the counter. “When you’re in our home, you will remain naked. However, when we go out, we will choose your clothing.” Dane held the tiny slip of a dress by one finger. “Keep in mind, the other subs at Steve’s this morning will most likely be naked. Since you aren’t quite ready for that, we will allow you a small token of our understanding along that line. We want you to use this morning to ease into the lifestyle. You will be expected to expose yourself to whomever we choose in the future. We won’t throw you to the wolves today, but we will test your boundaries. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She kept her gaze on the dress, undoubtedly wondering if it would cover any of her vital parts.

  Dane shifted the dress out of her line of sight for a moment. “After what happened with your bosses Friday night, we know you’re leery. We understand that. It’s only reasonable. And you always have your safe word if things go further than you can handle.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Lift your arms.” Dane held the dress above her.

  She did as he said, but kept her gaze lowered.

  Dane wiggled the sundress over her head and settled it into place. The color was a pale pink, almost see-through. The waist was fitted perfectly. The material of the skirt was full and very short, barely covering her sweet ass. The top portion was low cut and cupped her breasts, accentuating their fullness on her small frame.

  The best feature about the dress though was that it had tiny buttons that ran all the way up from the bottom to the top. If the men desired, they could completely remove it by slipping each button through its hole.

  But even more importantly, they could control how much or how little of Stephanie was exposed.

  “Let me see.” Aiden nudged Dane out of the way. “Lift your arms.”

  Stephanie did so, clasping her palms behind her head.

  “Okay,” Aiden continued, “lower them to your sides.” He reached for the top buttons and began undoing a few.

  The creamy swell of her breasts became more visible. She blushed, her chest becoming splotchy as Aiden’s fingers stroked over her flesh. When he finished, her nipples were barely concealed. She would have to walk carefully to ensure she didn’t pop out of the bodice.

  Dane knelt in front of her and unbuttoned several of the lowest disks. When he was an inch from her pussy, he stopped. “Perfect,” he said as he stood. “You look good enough to eat.”

  “We’re going outside?” She squirmed and pulled her arms in tight. “I can’t wear this in public.” She took a step backward, shaking her head.

  Dane stood in front of her. “You need to trust us. You’re perfectly covered.”

  She glanced down and then lifted her face again, eyes wide, mouth open, head still shaking.
/>   Dane smiled. He grasped her chin. He watched her eyes closely. “You have issues with exposure. We get that. And we’ll work with you. Build up your comfort level one step at a time.” He took her hands and pried them away from her body gently. “Look at yourself.” He held her hands away from her.

  She tipped her head down once more, inhaling a deep breath.

  “See. Nothing is showing.” He released her arms at her sides and lifted his fingers to her cleavage. He stroked along the upper swell of her creamy breasts. “Nipples are concealed.” He smoothed his hands down her torso to the hem of the dress and traced the spot where her thigh stuck out under the hem. “Pussy concealed.”

  Stephanie gasped. She bit her lower lip.

  “Have we ever let you down?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Then hold your tongue. Trust that we will make the right decisions where they concern you.” He released her and backed away, headed for the closet.

  “Yes, Sir,” she mumbled, staring intently at her cleavage.

  Dane pointed to the sink. “Comb your hair, no makeup.”

  Her head hung as she turned, but he saw her squeeze her legs together beneath the edge of the dress. She was amazing. He knew she was distressed about the notion of leaving the house in this dress, but he wanted to push her boundaries. Getting her over the hurdle of public nudity was a must for him and Aiden. For Stephanie, it was a trial.

  Aiden headed for the closet. When he returned he was dressed and adjusting his jeans.

  Stephanie finally stood and turned to face the men. She smoothed her dress over her body and leaned against the counter. Her hair had fallen over her face, her curls still damp. She had the best just-fucked look Dane had ever seen and he stepped up to her, crowding her against the counter as he took her face in his hands.

  Dane locked his gaze on Stephanie’s, brushed her hair from her face and took her lips in a long, deep kiss. He only broke the kiss when his brain reminded him they had to be someplace. “Good morning.” He grinned and led her from the bathroom.

  Chapter Eight

  Stephanie stepped into the parking garage between Aiden and Dane. They’d at least given her a short sweater to wear to the car. She’d held her breath the entire ride in the elevator. If anyone saw her dressed like that…

  She didn’t exhale fully until she was seated in the center of the back seat. She knew the drill. Last week she’d traveled several places in this silver sedan and they expected her to sit with her legs spread, her ass flat on the leather.

  She did so without hesitation, hoping to earn some bonus points for not being told. Neither man said a word, however.

  As they drove, her hair dried. The breeze from the air conditioning blew her curls around her face. She never left the apartment without fixing her hair. The new cut she’d gotten, also on her Doms’ dime last week, was perfect for her. Even without styling it, it fell around her cheeks just right.

  Aiden spoke to her from the front passenger seat. “This is your first trip out as a true submissive. We expect you to behave in a manner that reflects well on everything you’ve been taught so far. Follow the lead of the other subs. You’re permitted to watch them. They may not be allowed to look at you, but we’re giving you permission to learn from them.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She squirmed, trying her damndest to remain still. Last week she’d been several places with them—shopping, a fetish shop, a salon and the club. Even after all that, this morning still felt more poignant. She’d been acting all those times, testing the water, so to speak. Now, her role was real. She wanted to make the best impression possible.

  She wrung her hands together, pondering what she might expect to see at Steve’s house. How many people would be there? Would the subs all be naked?

  They pulled up to the front of a gorgeous two-story, brick home, clearly built in the early nineteen hundreds. The pillars out front held up a second-story balcony that screamed of lazy afternoons lounging around with a lemonade and a good book.

  Dane opened her door while she still craned to peer out the front window.

  She scooted toward him as he reached for her hand. The seat cushion was cool on her bare ass. Thank God they hadn’t asked her to wear anything underneath the dress.

  As crazy as that idea sounded in her head, she was grateful not to have been expected to wear the dreaded leather thong from last week or the new leather belt from yesterday. Either of those would have included something inserted inside her and she didn’t think she could concentrate on jack this morning with that kind of torture.

  As soon as Stephanie stood beside the car, Dane reached for her shoulders and slid her sweater down her arms. He tossed it in the back seat. “Follow.”

  She walked behind him, feeling decidedly underdressed without the sweater.

  It was difficult to keep her arms at her sides. All her instincts told her to cross them over her chest. With her head tipped down, she could see way too much of her breasts. Her nipples were barely covered. The material of the dress was thin and so pale it was see-through. Her areolas were totally obvious. Thank God the men had had her waxed or everyone would have been able to see her pubic hair.

  When they reached the porch, the front door opened before either man knocked. “Dane. Aiden. Good to see you. I’m so glad you could come.”

  She recognized the voice as that of Steve, even though she’d only met him at the club and not lifted her gaze to see his face that night. He was open and friendly. Not the kind of person anyone would forget.

  “Please, come in.” He didn’t address Stephanie at all. She’d expected that though. It was common protocol apparently.

  Stephanie followed on Dane’s heels. Aiden took her hand and led her through the house. The rooms were elegant and furnished in the style of the time period. It looked too glamorous to sit on the furniture, but at the same time had the feel of being well lived in.

  They passed through the living room, dining room and kitchen, and stepped out onto the back porch.

  Several men stood as they exited and Steve introduced Dane and Aiden to everyone in a circle. “Please have a seat, both of you. Take the loveseat.” Steve stepped back to indicate a wicker seat between two other chairs already occupied.

  Stephanie tried not to gawk. Each man had a sub at his feet, sitting or kneeling on a pillow on the wood floor.

  As Aiden and Dane sat, Steve tossed a fluffy pillow toward them. Dane grabbed it out of the air and situated it on the ground between the two men. “Sit, little sub. Kneel down and then sit back on your feet.”

  Stephanie followed his directions and then glanced around at the other subs, trying not to be obvious. Would the other women be offended at her staring?

  There were five, aside from herself. One was wearing a silk robe that wouldn’t cover her ass if she stood and was open, the tie hanging down on the ground. The other four were naked.

  She tried not to squirm at her unease. How would she ever get used to such public nudity?

  None of the other women looked at her. They sat perfectly still, a few facing their Doms, the others with their gazes downcast.

  “How is she progressing?” The question from the man Steve had introduced as Darren made her flinch. He addressed Aiden and Dane as though she weren’t there.

  “She’s doing well. We’ve really pushed her hard and fast right out of the block. We shock her often, but she remains aroused, so we know she’s assuming the role without much hesitation.” Aiden leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. He stroked a hand through Stephanie’s hair.

  “That’s good.” Darren patted the head of the woman next to him. “Melissa could spend some time with her if you’d like, maybe help the transition a bit.”

  “That’d be great. We appreciate any help we can get,” Dane said.

  Two men wearing nothing but a G-string stepped onto the patio.

  Stephanie gasped.

  “Ah, Marco. Anthony. Please go ahead and serve brunch. Everyone i
s here.” Steve’s voice rung out, echoing across the space. The man could fill a room with his deep baritone.

  “Yes, Sir,” the men uttered in unison.

  As the two tall, lanky men ducked back inside, Steve elaborated. “I borrowed them from Gregory. They’re both domestic servants as well as sexual submissives. They make a mean egg casserole. I often hire them when I have guests.”

  Aiden spoke. “Sounds divine. I’m starving.”

  Stephanie’s stomach rumbled, but no one said a word.

  This Gregory has two male subs? The surprises never end.

  Large plates of food were handed to every Dom. Nothing was given to the subs. Following the lead of the other subs, Stephanie didn’t break her form. She continued to sit on her heels even though they had begun to ache from the position. She strained to keep from squirming.

  The scent of the delicious food filled the porch. Eggs, bacon, cheese, fruit. Even coffee arrived to make her almost moan. Would she be permitted to eat? Surely they didn’t intend to leave her there starving and smelling that delicious food.

  After about twenty minutes, during which the men talked amongst themselves and Stephanie listened, the plates were removed.

  Deflated, she nearly groaned. She thought she might cry.

  She didn’t move a muscle for fear of the repercussions, but she wanted to scream.

  Shortly after the dishes were removed, the two sexy gentlemen in G-strings returned with more plates.

  She couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face.

  “Turn toward us, baby. Sit comfortably on your ass.” Dane tapped her shoulder as he spoke.

  Stephanie cringed at the stiffness in her legs as she twisted around to face the men. She remembered to lift her skirt and sit directly on her butt over the pillow. It wasn’t really necessary. The full material wouldn’t have covered her ass if she’d tried.

  “Hands in your lap, love,” Aiden said. “Sit up straight.”