Chapter 17

Summer's heart was racing. She thought she might faint. She watched Bridger disappear into the large closet before turning her gaze back to Colter.

"Am I frightening you, honey?"

"No."

He swallowed. Doubt was etched on his face.

"I'm deprived, Colter, not dead. I'm not bothered by your commands. They come from love. I know you won't hurt him. But will you do one thing for me?"

"Anything, honey."

"Don't edge him and leave him. I never want to witness that again in my life. I'm a smart girl. I know when you punish him, he will end up even more aroused than he is now. Let him come. Please."

"Of course, honey." He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her against him. His rigid cock grazed her stomach. "For the record, we never leave each other hanging. Maybe we tease for a while because we like the denial, but not indefinitely. Not overnight. Only long enough to make the release sweeter than a quick fuck. Even when one of us dominates the other in play, we always end up hot and heavy and satisfied. My question for you is if we're making you uncomfortable. Are we being selfish?"

"No." She couldn't explain it, but they were making her feel, and that was all that mattered. Alive. Human. Real. All she cared about was that sane people in a consensual relationship were going to engage in something beautiful. She kind of wanted to be a part of it. In fact, she clenched her legs together. Her panties were wet.

When she shifted her weight, her nipples rubbed against the sweatshirt and made her breath hitch. For a split second, she feared being punished, and then she remembered where she was and who she was with. Not Master J and the dozens of inhumane savage barbarians he was acquainted with.

"Look at me," Colter demanded, lifting her chin.

She sucked in a breath at his tone. He'd been very careful not to order her around, but she suddenly knew his tiptoeing was misguided. He could order her to do just about anything. It was hot and came from a place of lust. He didn't see her as a slave worth less than the mud under his shoe. He saw her as a woman with sexual urges who was worthy of being loved.

He held her gaze and searched it for long seconds. "You're aroused."

She swallowed.

He kissed her.

She moaned against his lips.

He broke the kiss, still holding her chin. "My cock is so fucking hard right now I don't know which one of you I want to touch it."

"Maybe we both could?" She had no idea where her bold suggestion came from, but she wanted to stroke him. She wanted to watch as he touched Bridger, and then she wanted to touch both of them.

Her experience with the male appendage extended to one disgusting incident from two nights ago. She hadn't told them about it yet. Could she?

Colter's jaw was tight. "You've been here one day."

"I like it here," she retorted. She did. She really did. Maybe she could pretend she could stay forever. Maybe she could pretend she could belong to these two men instead of a ruthless Master. Maybe she could pretend they would fall in love with her and sandwich her between them for seventy years.

She'd never known this kind of intense feeling, not just because of what she was feeling but because of what they felt for each other. It radiated around everyone in the vicinity. They hadn't even held back in front of their attorney.

Nathaniel was clearly a very close friend because he hadn't flinched at the way Bridger and Colter touched each other. He might have done a double take over the way they touched her, but not each other.

"We like you here, too, honey."

"Uhh, isn't Bridger standing naked in the closet, waiting for you to paddle him?" She fought the smile that came through anyway.

Colter chuckled. "It's good for him to wait. He needs to learn some patience."

Apparently, so did she. After over a year of having handsy men fondle her indecently until she thought she'd go mad from the edging, she didn't mind the knot in her stomach that had been growing all day but had doubled in intensity in the last ten minutes. She shifted her weight again, growing more and more aware of her nipples. "I want to watch you."

He growled and took her mouth again. His kiss was deeper, demanding, and so fucking delicious.

She grabbed his hips, stepped closer, and leaned into the kiss, wanting more, wanting everything. Wanting to end a lifetime's dry spell of denial. The self-imposed denial she'd inadvertently subjected herself to and the cruel denial she'd been tortured with for over a year.

Colter broke the kiss, grabbed her hand, and hauled her toward the closet.

She stifled a gasp when she saw Bridger. The closet was large, with a huge center area for dressing. It even had a long padded bench where one could sit to put on shoes or rest a foot to pull on socks.

Colter guided her toward the naked man who was exactly where he'd been told to be—facing the wall, hands flat and high, legs parted.

Bridger glanced at her as Colter stood her next to him.

"Face forward, love," Colter admonished his partner. "Summer has something to tell us."

Summer gasped, jerking her gaze from Bridger to Colter. She hadn't let herself glance down at his erection yet. "What do you mean?" she asked. Nerves raced up her spine.

"Tell us why you lived a celibate life for two years alone in that apartment before you were abducted, Summer."

She stopped breathing. How did he know? What was he, psychic?

"Two years is a long time to hide in an apartment by yourself with no friends and nothing but work each day, waitressing while you had a trust fund in the bank you never claimed."

She was panting now. She would have defensively crossed her arms if the act wouldn't have caused her nipples further distress. "Are you a psychiatrist?" she asked, her voice shaking.

"Nope." Colter crossed his arms. He stood with his feet planted, clearly ready to wait her out. "I'm insightful. I just pieced it all together. When your parents died, you felt guilty. You felt like you had something to do with it. How did they die, honey?"

Her lip trembled, and she looked down. "A drunk driver struck them late one night."

"Were you the driver?" he demanded.

Bridger flinched.

"No," she shouted. She fisted her hands at her sides. "I wasn't the driver. I was at home in bed."

"Then why is their death your fault?"

She sucked in a breath. He was worse than a psychiatrist. She shook her head. "Because I hated my life, and I wanted it to be different," she shouted.

Colter dropped his arms and stalked closer to her.

She backed up until she was flat against the wall next to Bridger.

Colter didn't touch her, but he might as well have. "You know you didn't cause their deaths, honey," he said gently.

She shook her head.

"Why didn't you have sex or even masturbate for two years, Summer?" His voice was softer now.

Her heart was pounding.

He waited and then waited some more.

"I didn't deserve it," she whispered, admitting what she'd never admitted even to herself.

Colter reached out and stroked her head. "Did you deserve to be kidnapped?"

"No," she murmured.

"Did you deserve to be tormented and denied for sixteen months?"

"No, Sir."

He stiffened for a moment but didn't comment on her submission. She was submitting to him. Bridger was, too. He hadn't asked her to. Not in words. But it was impossible not to.

Tears leaked out to run down her cheeks, and she swiped at them and tried to make them stop.

"You're allowed to cry, baby," Bridger said, leaning a few inches closer to her. "You'll never get in trouble for having emotions with us."

She nodded, understanding, but was too choked up to speak.

"Good girl," Colter said as he stroked her cheek. "I know that was hard. You need to learn that nothing that happened to you was because of some thoughts you had as a child, honey. All kids hate their parents at times. It's normal. I know you also loved them."

She nodded. She had loved them. So much. They'd been fun and filled with light, life, and laughter. They'd been free spirits. They'd taught her things most kids never got to learn or experience. She might not have liked performing, but she'd loved her parents.

"It hurt so much when they left me." She sobbed.

Colter set a hand on Bridger's back. "Hold her."

Bridger broke his stance to pull her into his arms.

Through the tears, she let out a weird giggle. "You're naked."

"Yep. You probably should get used to it, baby. Colter and I aren't ordinarily modest people. Until you got here, we thought nothing of strutting around with our dicks hanging out as we got ready for work or bed."

"Do you usually sleep in shorts?"

Colter snickered. "Yes. But that's out of fear there might be a building fire or something. We don't want to run out of the place, balls out."

She giggled. "That never once occurred to me."

Colter threaded his fingers in her hair and stroked through it several times. "I need to punish Bridger's ass, honey," he said as though he were letting her know he needed to pick up milk after work. "You sure you want to watch?"

She tipped her head back and met Bridger's gaze. "May I?"

He gave her a crooked smile. "I can't think of anything that would make my cock harder than having you watch while Colter dominates me."

"I can," Colter joked.

Summer squirmed, wondering what he had in mind.

Colter grabbed Bridger's shoulders and guided him back into position. He massaged his lover's neck as he straddled his legs and kissed him behind his ear. "Summer has a request."

"Mmm." Bridger moaned. He was already back in the zone.

"She never wants us to edge the other and deny an orgasm."

Bridger glanced at Summer. "We would never do that, baby."

Her cheeks flushed.

Bridger continued to look at her. "We wouldn't do it to you either."

Colter dug his fingers into Bridger's shoulders, giving him a deeper massage. "I told her the most we would ever do is tease one another so that the anticipation builds to a crescendo. But we would never walk away and leave the other unfulfilled."

"He's right, baby."

She nodded. "Okay."

"How aroused are you, Summer?" Colter asked.

"Scale of one to ten?"

He chuckled. "Sure."

"Fifteen."

They both chuckled.

She wrinkled her nose. "How could I possibly be aroused over and over after everything I've been through? It's embarrassing."

Colter shook his head. "How could you not with two virile, sexy men promising to give you the show of a lifetime?" he teased in a ridiculously fake cocky voice.

"I want to be here. I've never wanted to be anywhere so badly in my life. I feel incredibly lucky for the first time in a decade. The thought of watching you two makes my mouth water." She'd never been this bold, either. They did this to her. They brought this out in her.

It was their calm acceptance. Their patience. Their kindness.

Colter slid his hand back up to her cheek. "I'm going to make a suggestion because I don't want to pressure you or dominate you. It's too soon. You need time to heal before we consider that kind of path for you."

She shuddered. "I think I'd like it if you dominated me."

"That's a distinct possibility, but it's not going to happen today. I don't want to take that kind of risk with your fragile mindset."

"Yes, Sir."

He growled. "Do you know how sassy and naughty you sound speaking to me so submissively when I just told you I'm not going to dominate you?"

For some reason, she felt safe in this closet with these men. They'd given her no reason to feel anything but safe, so she did, and that allowed her to smile coyly at him. "Yes, Sir."

He shook his head in exasperation and released her. He lined himself up more fully with Bridger's back, wrapped his arms around his lover, and hugged him against his chest. He kissed Bridger's neck until his partner moaned.

When he looked at her again, he asked, "You ready for my suggestion, naughty girl?"

She nodded.

"I think you'll enjoy yourself more if you take off your clothes and stand against this wall facing Bridger."

She sucked in a shocked breath. He was definitely right. How did he know exactly what would turn her on more?

"It's up to you this time, but think about how it would make you feel if I commanded you to strip and told you where to stand?"

She shuddered. "So aroused, Sir."

"Would you like to do what I'm suggesting?"

"Yes, Sir." The title kept slipping from her lips. It felt right in the situation.

"You may call me Sir only because I'm about to dominate Bridger and, by extension, you."

"How will I know the difference?"

"You'll know, honey. I promise."

She nodded. She believed him. He had a way of making sure it was clear to both of them that he was in charge when he wanted to be.

"Is this going to become a habit?" Bridger asked.

Colter smoothed one hand around to grasp Bridger's cock while the other hand eased up to Bridger's neck. He applied slight pressure to both. "Such insolence."

Bridger rose onto his toes and moaned.

Colter set his lips on his lover's ear. "If you're going to react like this, then yes. I think we might be looking at a shift in our relationship, one where I spend a bit more time in charge than in the past. What do you think?"

Bridger whimpered. "I think I'm in."

Summer was so damn turned on there were no words.

"Summer…" Colter said, his tone a question or a warning.

She realized he'd asked her to do something, and it was something she was more than willing to consent to. She still wasn't fond of being touched by clothing.

She reached for the hem of the giant sweatshirt and pulled it over her head before shimmying out of the shorts and panties at the same time. When she was naked, she breathed a sigh of relief. No one would ever understand, but it didn't matter. She knew why she preferred to have nothing touching her.

"Slip between Bridger's arms." He bit Bridger's earlobe. "You keep your hands flat on the wall, love. I don't give you permission to touch her."

"Yes, Sir," Bridger murmured.

She bent her knees slightly to get under Bridger's bicep, and then she flattened herself against the wall. Her face was inches from his. The rest of her was plastered to the wall. She even pressed her palms to the wall at her sides.

Colter met her gaze. "Bridger doesn't have permission to touch you, but you have permission to touch yourself. You also have permission to touch him."

She inhaled sharply. "I…"

Bridger looked down at her breasts. "You're not a slave. This isn't Master J's house. We don't follow his rules. Please touch your nipples for me since I can't do so."

She lifted her hands hesitantly to her chest. She was a twenty-two-year-old woman who had rarely touched her own breasts and never for pleasure.

"Cup your breasts, baby." Bridger's voice was low and gravelly. "Flick your nipples. Do whatever feels good."

She lowered her gaze to his erection as she weighed her breasts in her palms. For the first time, she really looked at him. His shaft was larger than she'd expected.

"At the risk of sounding cliché, that is ten times larger than a tampon." It was also significantly larger than the disgusting cock she'd sucked two nights ago.

Bridger groaned, and his erection bounced in Colter's hand.

Colter squeezed his lover's cock and pressed his thumb against the slit in the top where a white drop of pre-come had gathered. "Neither of us is going to be coming anywhere near your pussy with a cock, honey. We may all be naked together at times. Bridger and I will touch you if that's something you want, and you're always permitted to orgasm, but you're not emotionally prepared to consent to penetration."

She felt conflicted by his statement. Part of her was relieved she didn't have to spend the next half hour worrying about having one of them inside her. Part of her was so curious that she was kind of disappointed.

Colter slid his hand up and down Bridger's shaft, slowly, teasing him, rubbing the growing drop of come into the head.

Bridger groaned.

Summer was mesmerized. She was still cupping her breasts.

"Summer…"

She lifted her gaze to Colter's.

"It's okay, honey. It's okay to touch yourself. Let it feel good. Watch her, Bridger. Eyes on her sexy body while she enjoys the show."

Bridger's gaze was on her, and it was smoldering.