Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 133878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Shane stared down at her. “We’re with you, Brooke. For as long as you’ll let us be, we’re yours. No other women and no other subs. We do have experience, but sharing it with you makes me so fucking happy. We started this because Stef offered us training. Well, he offered Bay training, and I came along for the ride.”
“He offered us both training,” Bay said, walking back up the stairs. “He might have liked my art, but he saw something in you, too.”
“He saw I needed to find some control,” Shane conceded. “I’ll be honest, at first all I cared about was having sex. And kinky sex. Meeting women who didn’t pretend, who were upfront and honest about what they wanted. It felt like a whole new world, and I reveled in it, but the last couple of years, I’ve wanted something more. I don’t want to walk in a club and select a partner for the night like I’m picking out a treat. I want a woman who walks in there with us every time. Who we can get to know so well it’s second nature to please her. So I don’t want to hear about how inexperienced you are. I want our experiences for now to be together, and that means you have to tell us what you want.”
“I want you to be rough with me. I want it hard and kinky. I don’t want to feel like myself.”
“What do you think you are, Brooke?”
Her expression went stubborn. “Weak. I feel useless. I feel like I wasted my brothers’ time and money. I feel like a failure, and I want to feel…wanted.”
Bay had gone still beside him, and he knew what his brother was thinking. If she wanted some discipline, this was absolutely the way to get it.
But Shane was the one who would talk first and then spank. The last thing she needed was to think she was right and that she was being punished for it. “You think you’re weak because you got fired?”
She nodded.
“You tried to fight.” He knew a little about it. “You went to HR.”
“Yes, but…” she began.
“Did you shrug and cry and walk away? Or did you meet with Gemma this afternoon for something other than catching up?”
“She told me how hard it would be.” Brooke sniffled but seemed to fight off the emotion. “I can’t put my family through it.”
“So let me get this straight,” Shane began. “You were so talented that some asshole stole your designs and the company stood behind him. That’s not about you being weak. That’s about them being corrupt. Do you know how many times I’ve seen people fired because the boss wanted to cover up his own mistakes? Hell, if I go by your standards, I’m the weakest man in the world because I took all of my stepmother’s abuse.”
“You were a child,” she argued.
“And you were an employee they took advantage of,” Shane replied.
“I signed the contract.”
“You were naïve, not fucking weak.” Bay sounded grumpier than usual.
Probably because he wanted to get straight to the sex, and now they had to get creative.
The good news was dinner would wait, and while Shane might not be known for his artistry, he could get real creative about this.
“I need you to understand that what we’re about to do to you has nothing to do with you being weak and everything to do with you being rough on yourself. I would never allow anyone to say those things about you,” Shane said in a quiet but firm voice. “You are so lucky we’re not home because I suspect I could find a hundred torture devices there. But don’t worry. I’ll come up with something.”
She bit her bottom lip. “Torture?”
“Discipline,” Bay corrected. “Punishment. I do have one thing. I was planning to plug you while we’re here. Since it’s going to take a while and I don’t want to wait forever. I intended to ask you to wear it while you’re working and then take it out later tonight. Now I wish I’d brought the exotic lube.”
“I’ll be good with the regular lube, Bay.” She looked slightly panicked, but Shane would bet she wasn’t thinking about how weak she was now. “I want the plug. I want to be able to have you both. I’m sorry. I’m still reeling. I’m very strong.”
Brat. “Not what I heard a few minutes ago. Now strip and stand directly in the spotlight. I’ll be back, and I better see a lot of skin.”
He went backstage and sure enough, there was some rope. A lot of it, actually. He selected the thinnest of the set and placed it on that rolling desk. He moved it out to where Brooke stood, settling it behind her and locking the wheels down. The wheels that needed something. He would oil them up, but only after he’d handled her.