Initiative (Suncoast Society #31)(22)

“Darryl and I don’t usually play with a safeword,” Grant told her. “But until I’m able to read you like I can him, you’re going to use green, yellow, and red as safewords. When I ask you how you’re doing, I expect an answer. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He reached around her and removed the elastic band from the end of her braid, combing her ponytail out with his fingers and leaving the second band at the base of the ponytail in place. “When did you start coloring your hair?”

“A few years ago, Sir. I started seeing grey and I picked something a little different. Mas—” She stumbled over that. “John really liked it so I kept doing it this color.”

He cupped her cheek again, keenly aware of how she always tried to nuzzle his hands whenever he touched her face. “You can still call him ‘Master.’ It doesn’t bother me. I don’t ever want you censoring yourself around us. It breaks my heart that you had to go through this pain, especially alone, but I’m thankful to him for introducing you to this lifestyle.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“He liked your hair long?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Guess what? So do I. It looks beautiful on you.” He picked up her right hand, kissed her palm, and pressed it against his cheek. “Same color, and keep it long. In fact, let it grow longer. All right?”

The ghost of a smile again. “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”

Little steps. He didn’t know why he was still trying to take it slow. She obviously wanted this as badly as they did, but at least it made him feel a little better about swooping in.

Then again, two years out wasn’t exactly “swooping.” More a clumsy, tumbling fall.

“And no masturbation without permission.”

“That won’t be a problem, Sir.”

“Why’s that?”

Now her gaze fell to the floor. “Not like I’ve been in the mood to do it anyway,” she admitted.

Darryl rejoined them, dropping to his knees next to Grant.

Grant tapped him on the head and crooked a finger at him to stand, motioning for him to get behind her. Then Grant stepped in, pressing her against Darryl, firmly sandwiching her between them, their arms around her.

“Last chance to back out,” Grant said. “And if you want to, we’ll understand.”

She shook her head, firmly meeting his gaze. “I want both of you, Sir. Please.”

He slipped one hand around the back of her neck, grabbing the base of her ponytail and holding her firmly in place as he paused, his lips just above hers.

“We’re going to claim you tonight, sweetheart,” he whispered. “The way I wish to hell we had in high school. And this time, I’m not letting you get away unless you tell us you want to leave. We’re going to claim you, inside and out, your body and your submission.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Are you going to listen to me? Obey me? Submit to me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

This time he kissed her, possessively, not the sweet brush of lips against lips of earlier. This time he crushed his mouth onto hers, his tongue plunging between her ready lips, giving her a taste of what she was about to get herself into.

And he knew that weekend wouldn’t be nearly long enough for them to start making up for their lost time with her.





Chapter Seven


Susie let out a soft moan as Grant kissed her. This was nothing like the quick peck he’d given her earlier. Or the countless quick, innocent kisses between them when they were kids.

This was Grant, all grown up, a man who knew what he wanted.

And he wanted her.

From the feel of Darryl’s hard cock pressed along the seam of her ass, it would seem the men were definitely on the same page.

Using the handhold in her hair, Grant lifted his mouth from hers despite her attempt to follow him. He eased her down onto her knees again and pressed her face against the front of his swim trunks. When she tried to reach up for them, to pull them down and free his cock, he stopped her.

“Stop. Hands at your side,” he said, in that tone.

A tone she’d craved to hear from someone, and never thought in her life she ever would again.

Even better, it was Grant.

She immediately dropped her hands to her side as ordered.

He pulled her face against him and she couldn’t help herself. She started mouthing his cock through the fabric of his swim trunks.

A very nice, thick cock, she was pleased to note.

He didn’t stop her from doing that, so she eagerly worked her lips all over the outline of his cock, excitement coursing through her.

Need.

Desire.

All things she’d long thought dead inside her, never to return.

Grant spoke, presumably to Darryl. “You owe me five, by the way,” he hoarsely said to the other man. “You got a little pushy with me when we first got to the restaurant and I was talking to Susie.”

That was something else, she loved that they still called her Susie.

John had called her that, too.

With most everyone else, she was Susan.

“Yes, Sir,” Darryl said. “I wondered if you were going to nail me for that.”

“Damn right, I am. Go get it.”

She felt cool air wash against her back as Darryl stepped away for a moment. When he returned, Grant once again pulled her head away from him with the grip on her hair.