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  That was the kicker.

  They’d done practically everything else but penetrate her with their penises, including experimentation with toys and tied her up in a variety of positions. She’d found she didn’t care for intense sensation play, not that that surprised her. Nor did she like to be tied painfully tight. Her taste ran toward the more vanilla when it came to bondage, a sort of sensual bondage, rather than hardcore.

  She supposed this was why her brain played such a large role. There was a thrill in playing with Masters she didn’t know on a personal level. In fact, she’d struggled with the decision to spend a weekend, fearful she’d lose that thrill.

  It was the deepening feelings for them, the need to know them on another level, to get closer, that had made her accept the invitation. Even if that wicked thrill faded a bit, she felt as though she’d gain so much more by getting to know them outside the dungeon.

  She finally braved a taste of the appetizer. Crab. It was some kind of crab cake coated in a crispy substance. And it was scrumptious. After swallowing, she turned to Wrath. “May I ask some questions about you? I know so little, which is a bit unfair after you’ve learned so much about me.”

  “Absolutely.”

  She took another bite of her crab cake before asking, “How do you know Brinley?”

  “She’s a…friend of a friend,” was Wrath’s vague response.

  “That’s hardly an answer,” she teased.

  Wrath grinned, and it was one wicked smile, one he showed so infrequently it made her enjoy it that much more. “I know. But if I told you any more than that, you’d be disappointed.”

  He was probably right. She turned to Fury. “What about you?”

  “Through Wrath.”

  Not much to go on there. They were obviously holding out until later.

  An awkward silence stretched on for several minutes as she polished off the rest of her appetizer and Eddy gathered their plates and served their salads.

  It was murder not filling the silence with chatter about herself, but by damn, she was determined to get something out of these guys. She’d shared a strange relationship with her Masters up until today. It was both distant in some aspects and extremely intimate in others. But it wasn’t enough anymore.

  “What kind of work do you do?” she asked them.

  “I’m a lawyer,” Fury said. “Criminal defense.”

  An interesting job. “Okay.” She nodded and turned to Wrath.

  “I recently left the Navy and am now working as a corporate security consultant.”

  Both men held good jobs. It was no wonder they had such a gorgeous home. “Interesting. Do you like your work?” she asked.

  They both responded, “Yes. Very much.”

  Oh my God. This was like pulling teeth. She poked at her salad, trying to think of a question they would answer. “How did you two meet?”

  “We went to school together,” Fury offered.

  “The Naval Academy.” Wrath set his fork on his empty salad plate.

  Okay, maybe now she’d get somewhere. Didn’t military people like to talk about their experiences? “Then you were both in the Navy?”

  “Yes, we were,” Fury said. “Both in intelligence. We served on the same aircraft carriers for eight years.”

  The fact that they’d been in the military explained their toned physiques, and their jobs—both in the Navy and out—testified to their intelligence as well. The length of time they’d served also sort of explained the vibe she got about them being long-term lovers, even though she had yet to see them engage in intercourse with each other. It was entirely possible they’d been experimenting for years without going all the way. As she understood it, there was a stigma about homosexuality in the military.

  “Were you stationed anywhere exciting? Or dangerous?”

  Wrath nodded, his expression darkening slightly. She got the impression he had perhaps not chosen to leave the Navy. Had he been discharged for some reason? “We both spent four years in Germany and four in Greece. I loved Greece.”

  “I was partial to Germany,” Fury said with a hint of laughter in his voice.

  She felt herself smiling. For once, they were showing conflicting opinions, even if it was as insignificant as geography.

  Feeling a little more at ease, she ventured into more personal territory. “When did you start experimenting with domination and submission?” she asked, wanting to learn about the deeper reasons why they’d turned to bondage as well. What needs were they filling by wearing masks and dominating her? Until now, she hadn’t really thought about it.

  Wrath set his elbows on the table and steepled his fingers under his chin. “After I left the military and we bought this house. I think the Dom was always there in me, much like the submissive was always in you. But on an aircraft carrier isn’t the place to experiment with that kind of thing. After…I left the Navy, Fury and I attended some sessions with a Dom we both knew, learning how to practice safe bondage. But much of it is instinct, I think.” He pointed an index finger at his temple. “Here.” The finger dropped to his chest. “And here.” He echoed what both he and Fury had often said to her in the dungeon. “But as we’ve tried to explain, we’re not interested in casual bondage sessions with many women. We’re looking for one woman who’d like to be part of a long-term threesome, a loving, committed threesome. We’d like her to be you.”

  “Long term? How would that work?” Her gaze hopped back and forth between her Masters. Her heart bounced around inside her chest too. This was all so fast. Too fast. And confusing.

  She felt herself putting on the mental brakes.

  “We’re not asking you to move in with us tomorrow,” Fury stated. “We don’t want to make a mistake, any more than you do. But that’s why we wanted to take things a step further. Eventually, we’d like you to know everything about us. We want to trust you with everything, just like any man does his wife.”

  Not that she didn’t want to be in a committed relationship ever. She wanted to get married someday. But with this arrangement…this wasn’t the way she’d imagined it—living as a wife to two men.

  Two men she’d already started falling in love with.

  Could she be happy?

  “You aren’t comfortable,” Wrath stated, his piercing gaze delving deep inside her. “It’s too fast.”

  “And a little…” she hesitated, searching for the right word, one that wouldn’t sound judgmental. “Unexpected.”

  “You thought you’d fall in love with a man someday—one man—get married, have children and live like your typical suburban family, right?” Fury asked, not sounding judgmental. Or defensive.

  Their reaction encouraged her to open up a bit. “Yes. I’d say that’s what most little girls are reared to want.”

  “Is that what your mother reared you to want?” Wrath asked in a tone that suggested he knew the answer.

  But how could he?

  What was his connection to Brin? Friend of a friend? She was beginning to think it was more than that.

  Eddy entered in his usual, non-intrusive, silent way, collected the empty salad plates and served the main course—lamb chops, potatoes and string beans. The scents of meat and garlic swept into her nostrils and made her mouth water.

  “No,” she admitted, staring down at her plate. “My mother told me to never get married, to never give a man that kind of power over me.” She lifted her gaze.

  Fury’s eyebrows pinched. “Do you suppose that’s why you’re looking to be dominated sexually?”

  “I don’t know how that could be.”

  “Were your parents married?” Fury asked.

  “Yes, but they divorced when I was little, five or six. I don’t remember exactly. And then my father moved out of state.”

  “You were abandoned,” Wrath rumbled a long minute later, a fire licking in his eyes.

  Why was he so angry? The rage she heard in his strained voice as he spoke that last word confused her. Instantly, she
felt compelled to defend her father and douse Wrath’s resentment.

  “No, Wrath.” She took his hand in hers. “My dad needed to leave. For work. I’ve never held it against him.”

  “You don’t even realize how much it’s hurt you.” He palmed her cheek and looked at her with eyes full of anger and pain.

  Wow. How could he know anything about her childhood, about what might or might not have hurt her? And why was he internalizing her pain so deeply?

  How long had this man known her?

  She realized then and there this man loved her, had perhaps for years.

  Who was he, and why had he chosen the name Wrath?

  Chapter Five

  Who is Wrath?

  That question was still thrumming through Fallon’s head a half-hour later. How did he know her? And how had he hooked up with Brin to make this whole thing happen?

  She’d studied what little of Wrath’s face she could see while she finished her entrée and dessert. But at the end of the meal she still had absolutely no clue to his identity.

  Fury, it seemed, didn’t share Wrath’s intimate knowledge of her childhood, so she wasn’t as inclined to give him as thorough a study. But what did surprise her was the vibe she got from Fury’s demeanor. Had he not known about the history she shared with Wrath?

  “It’s time.” Wrath stood and pulled Fallon’s chair out for her. “To the dungeon.”

  She wouldn’t get her answer now. Later. He’d promised.

  Both her stomach and head full—one with food, the other with wildly racing thoughts, Fallon followed her Masters down the hallway to the dungeon. She took her position at the kneeler—on her knees, bent over at the waist—as Fury closed the door.

  This was the way they’d started each session, after the first.

  Just as he’d done every other time, Wrath wrapped her wrists in the leather cuffs on the opposite side of the kneeler, near the floor. Squatting, he lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. He didn’t speak for a full minute, maybe two. He just remained there, hard and intense, silently demanding she hold his fierce gaze. He finally released her chin and stood to strip off his clothes.

  She watched, still as fascinated by his beautiful body as she’d been that first day. He moved with restrained power, like a wild animal. Completely nude, he went to the shelf, swiped a tube of lubricating jelly from it and returned to his position in front of Fallon.

  Fury stood roughly three feet away, also undressed.

  “Today, we want to bare all our secrets to you. First, have you wondered if we’re lovers?” Wrath asked, motioning to Fury.

  “Yes, Master. I have.”

  Fury fisted his cock and gave it a slow pump. “Does it excite you to see two men fuck?”

  Her mouth went dry. “I…I’m not sure. I’ve never seen two men do more than kiss before.”

  “Watch.” Wrath dragged a small wooden chair across the room, situating it in front of her. Then he motioned to Fury, who knelt before it, bending over to rest his torso on the seat, the chair’s back on his left, his face almost close enough to kiss her. Wrath squeezed out some lube, smoothed it over Fury’s ass and slowly penetrated him.

  Fury’s expression swiftly shifted from mild desire to full-blown rapture. Fallon found herself equally enthralled.

  Two powerful men. Giving and receiving sexual pleasure. Wow. She’d often wondered if watching a man get fucked in the ass would make him seem feminine in her eyes, emasculated.

  Not even close!

  If anything, she saw Fury as more of a man as Wrath thrust his cock in and out. His face hardened. His muscles pulled into tight ropes on his arms, shoulders, legs. His erect cock turned a deep red, the head swelling and glistening as pre-come gathered at its tip.

  Fury wrapped a veined hand around his cock and pumped in time to Wrath’s thrusts. And as if her body was in tune with theirs, the deep throbbing in her pussy settled into the same quickening pace.

  “This is the way we are, Fallon,” Wrath growled, his breath coming hard and fast. “We take. We give. Freely.”

  Could she live with that brand of give and take? If her body’s reaction was any indication, she could. A droplet of sweat dribbled along her hairline, tickling her skin. Air sawed in and out her lungs. Heat swirled ‘round and ‘round deep inside, threatening to reach lethal levels.

  Wrath skimmed his flattened hand up Fury’s spine and Fury moaned. The sound hummed through Fallon’s body, igniting tiny blazes everywhere. “There are no secrets between us. No fear or guilt.” He slowed his pace, finally withdrawing his glistening cock. “We don’t allow anything to get between us. That’s why we want you to be a part of us, a part of this. But first, we want to make sure you know what you want, what you need.”

  Fury dropped his head for a handful of heartbeats then lifted it. His face was ruddy, his eyelids heavy, his pupils dilated so widely the irises were a whisper-thin band of color around them. He leaned forward and captured her mouth with his. The kiss was hot and demanding. It literally took her breath away and made her head spin like a runaway top.

  While Fury kissed her to oblivion and back, Wrath lifted her skirt, baring her bottom. This time his touch was as hard and possessive as Fury’s kiss. Neither Master was messing around tonight. That was most definitely a good thing. She put up a silent celebration.

  Her nipples tingled as they stiffened. Her most intimate muscles clenched, increasing the sweet torment pounding through her body. She moaned into Fury’s mouth. In response, Fury softened the kiss. Hard lips went sensually seductive. Thrusting tongue turned teasing.

  Wrath parted her ass cheeks and licked a slick path from her slit up to the small of her back. She quivered, hot and cold at the same time, spiking what had to be a life-threatening fever.

  Please, let them fuck me this time!

  Wrath left her, in search of something adequately evil to torture her with, no doubt.

  Didn’t he sense how little it would take this time to get her to the point of desperation? How easily they were pushing her to the edge?

  They hadn’t spoken to her in a while, so she was forced to remain silent. Her body would have to say what her mouth could not. Her skin. Her pussy. Goose bumps prickled her back and shoulders. She closed her fists around the metal chains securing her wrist cuffs. Squeeze. Tight. The tension needed to be released somehow. She could hardly breathe. Think.

  Wrath returned, a dildo in one hand, lube in the other. Her pussy spasmed as a stream of tight anticipation snaked up her spine, whirled around in her head, then charged back down to her toes.

  Yes, oh yes. This was what she’d been seeking her entire life. She wanted to feel vulnerable. Not so much powerless but exposed and open. And she hungered for a partnership with a man—or pair of men—who could risk being as open and exposed as she.

  Wrath forced her legs wider apart and teased her labia with the head of the dildo. “I know you want this, baby, but I’m not ready to give it to you yet. I want more from you.”

  Fury unfastened her wrists and helped her stand upright. Lightheaded, she followed them to a bizarre piece of furniture sitting along the wall.

  It appeared to be some kind of seat. Two short, narrow benches angled away from a central column that rose vertically to about six feet. At about three feet from the floor, a crossbeam was attached to the vertical post. Chains were bolted to each end of the horizontal beam. A pair of leather cuffs was attached to the opposite ends of the chains. And two cuffs were attached to the front supports of the short benches.

  Her Masters positioned her so that her thighs rested on the narrow benches, her spine pressed against the central post. The way the two narrow benches were angled toward each other, there was nothing directly beneath her bottom, which meant her legs were spread wide, pussy and anus open and accessible.

  The position left her beyond thrilled. On display. Deliciously exposed. She was going to come. Soon. Hard and fast. When her Masters had secured her wrists and ankles, she
quaked. She rested her arms on the crossbeam and waited, breathless.

  Fury started at the top of her body. He kissed, stroked and licked her neck, ears, shoulders, inching ever closer to her breasts. To add to her torment, Wrath began at the bottom, kissing, stroking and licking her ankles, the sides of her knees, her thighs. Of course they timed it so that Fury’s first fleeting touch to a nipple came at the exact moment as Wrath’s first touch to her pussy.

  She arched her back, pushing her breasts forward. More. She needed more. Desperately.

  Please, no more torture!

  Her Masters were cruel lovers, so good at delivering the sensual torment she craved. And yet, so willing to deny her the satisfaction of experiencing the one thing she needed the most. Five visits to this room, and not once had they allowed her to reach orgasm. Cruel, wonderful bastards.

  She wanted Wrath’s and Fury’s cocks inside her. She wanted them to take her hard and fast, slow and easy, any way and all ways. Perhaps even at the same time.

  Fury rolled one of her nipples between his fingertips while swirling his tongue ‘round and ‘round the other. The effect was instantaneous nuclear heat blazing through her body. She gasped. She sighed. Her head rocked from side to side as the waves building inside her body strengthened.

  “Today will be different,” Wrath promised as he parted her nether lips and inched the dildo into her vagina. “But only if you want it to be.”

  “Yes, oh yes.” She tried to rock her hips forward, to at least get the very tip of that toy inside her. The ache was pounding through her system, a throbbing that touched every part of her body.

  The dildo slipped an inch inside her, and her entire being centered around that exquisite pleasure. Eyes closed, she gave herself over to the orgasm building, building.

  Deeper. Oh yes.

  The dildo glided deep inside, filling her completely. As it withdrew, she gripped the thick length with her inside muscles, increasing the sensation tenfold.