Kane scratched his chin. “There are several reasons, Peyton. For starters, you don’t have a clasp or lock on this cheap collar. If you did, it might have been a little more believable. Though, I doubt it.”
Braden grabbed the back of the chair, dumped the clothes in the floor and moved it to block the doorway. He sat down and studied her closely. “If Evan or Kane put a collar on your neck, it would’ve been one to certainly brand you. In other words, Peyton, it wouldn’t have been so easy to take it off.”
Kane proved the point by giving it a quick yank. It fell to the floor.
She flinched. Heaven help her, she quivered from the excitement, not because he ripped the collar from her neck, as if it had never been there in the first place, but because of the way he discarded. Her pussy already felt like a dripping water spigot, oozing with warmth.
Kane took her by the hand and led her back to the bed. She went willingly. Save her from herself. She gladly let him take her there. She played along, but only for the moment.
“Then there’s the issue of trust,” Braden began, almost deliberately trailing off so Kane could explain.
“You don’t trust easily, Peyton. You particularly don’t trust men. If you’re going to train as a submissive, you’d need a lot of trust. You trust me, don’t you, Peyton?”
With as much devilment in her voice as she could muster, she glanced over at Braden. “I trust…Evan.” He wasn’t there and existed as the obvious choice.
“You trust Evan?” Braden laughed. “And you trust us.”
“No, I only trust Evan.”
“Good thing. He’s right here.” Braden looked over his shoulder as Evan walked up behind them.
“I had a crop in my truck,” he grinned. “And I’m flattered to know you trust me, Peyton.” He slapped the crop across his open palm. It sounded out with far too much dark appeal. She glanced down. His denim jeans, snug and tight, almost lost their purpose. His cock stretched against the material and looked like it might have enough strength behind it to bust out of the zipper.
She nibbled on her fingertip. “Dear God.”
Evan walked around Braden and sat down on the bed. “I would’ve never taken you for the submissive type, Peyton.”
He tugged at his boots. His jeans and shirt were coming off too, and apparently, he didn’t want to waste a lot of time losing the Wranglers.
“You…think…I’m going to fuck Evan in front of you?”
“No, sweets, you’re going to fuck us all and maybe even at the same time,” Kane said. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”
She narrowed her gaze and looked at his cock. “You wish.”
“Say ‘yes, Master’ and that will suffice.”
“You’re nuts.”
“No, you wanted this, remember? Training begins right now.”
Braden nodded at Evan, and he stripped down to his boxers.
“The first thing we’re going to do, Peyton,” Kane’s voice held steady, “is teach you about obedience, establish trust, and educate you in domination and submission.”
“What if I-”
“Did I ask you to interrupt?”
Evan smiled. “Keep doing it. I get to punish you when you don’t mind.”
“Mind? Are you losing your grip on reality?”
“Peyton, Sid said you were asking a lot of questions. We’re going to answer them. This way, you won’t go to clubs where underage teenagers do not belong.” Braden’s legs splayed open, and the length of his cock left an imprint off to the side.
“I’m not underage. I’m eighteen.”
“And not quite twenty-one,” Evan reminded.
“Where’s your fake ID?” Braden asked.
“I don’t have one.”
Kane pointed at the wall. “Peyton, go stand in the corner until you can make up your mind to tell us the truth.”
Oh the tone he used with her was going to get him in a lot of trouble. Once she rode his cock again, she’d ride all night. Good grief, she almost came just hearing him. His raspy voice, his rigid body fighting to remain in control, all of it provided more than she bargained for or ever imagined.
Evan tried not to smile. He had the cutest little dimple in his cheek when he tried to fight off a big grin, especially when he wanted to look all tough and bad. Right now, he looked good enough to suck dry and she couldn’t wait to sip on his stalk. The way his cock twitched beneath his boxers made her mouth water.
“Corner, Peyton,” Braden said. “Now.”
Evan took her hand and led her to the corner. He pointed at the wall. “Stick your nose right here.”
“Evan!”
“I mean it, right here.” He tapped the wall again.
She glanced down at his cock pressing against his shorts and licked her lower lip. “Let me taste it,” she purred.
“No, Peyton. You can not taste his cock.” Kane grinned behind her back, and Evan mouthed the words ‘fuck you’.
He leaned over his box of supplies and rummaged through the selection of toys. It had been months since he’d even brought the box out of hiding. Braden watched him curiously. This was a first for Braden. He didn’t enjoy the kink clubs like Kane did, but he would benefit from his collection. They all would.
“Now, Peyton, I want you to understand something about this lifestyle you’re choosing to lead. Okay?”
She nodded but kept her nose buried in the corner.
“Say, ‘Yes Master’ and say it loud enough for Braden to hear you too.”
“No, I’m not going to-”
“I told you. This is never going to work,” Evan said. “Damn it, I don’t even want her as a submissive. I want her down on her knees sucking my cock but not begging to suck it, you know?”
“Quiet, Evan. Let her decide,” Braden said.
“Peyton, turn around and look at Evan.”
She did.
“Look at his cock.”
“Damn,” Evan grunted as she gave him one of those saucy little stares. Kane knew what it felt like to get one of those. He thought he might come unglued if he saw her give someone else one too but he handled this okay. He remained in control so this worked, for now. He might be able to share her with Evan…and Braden, but they all needed to remember one thing. She belonged to him first.
“Peyton, I’m going to go over the things we’d expect if we put a collar around your neck. Okay?”
She nodded, licked her lips and continued to heat Evan to the quick with her watchful eye. Kane knew because the temperature rose in the room. He’d bet on three cocks twitching and her mouth watering. Her dirty and delicious mind probably swirled with ideas now. He’d bet on it.
“You will kneel when you’re told to kneel, specifically at meals, which, by the way, will no longer be enjoyed in your T-shirt and thong.”
Braden’s legs fell open, and he unzipped his pants. “You’ll eat in the nude.”
“Braden?” she whispered.
“Yes, Peyton?”
“Braden,” she watched as he took his cock in hand and began to stroke himself. “Are you horny?”
“You want to move closer and see for yourself?” Kane asked.
“Yes.”
“You can step closer,” Kane told her and then added with a grin, “And kneel.”
“Huh?”
“Drop down in front of Braden and take his cock in your hands.”
“And?” Braden coaxed.
Kane watched as she knelt in front of Braden. His dick throbbed with a dull ache he’d never known before. Damn it! Why this, why now? He wasn’t even sure he wanted to lead her into the lifestyle. Now, he was going to tell her to give Braden head, and it might kill him to watch it. She was his. She belonged to him!
He took a deep breath. “Listen to my voice, Peyton. I want you to stand up again. Turn around and take your nightshirt off now.”
The corners of her mouth turned up and his heart melted there. She didn’t have on a bra and when the hem of her shirt cleared her hair, she let it sway in a dramatic image he’d never forget as long as he lived.
“Holy shit,” Evan said as he watched from across the room.
“Exactly.” Kane narrowed his eyes on her ass when she turned back around and knelt in front of Braden.