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  Roman looked at Jessica. “Do you want to be spanked by Mistress Lauren?”

  Did she?

  Yes. Or maybe she just wanted to be spanked, to try it out in real life, instead of just imagining it in her mind. Jessica nodded.

  “It’s a very exciting moment, witnessing a woman’s first spanking. I’d love to oversee, if I have your consent, Jessica.” Roman didn’t smile as he spoke, but she could feel the testosterone coming off of him in waves, making her giddy with the feeling of being desired.

  “Yes, sir,” she whispered. “If you want to.”

  Roman cocked his head to the side, and put his finger under her chin so she had to look him in the eyes. “I want to, of course. I’m asking if you want me to.”

  “I do, sir. Please.” She licked her lips.

  He nodded, seemingly content with her answer. “In the kitchen, where there’s no fabric. You girls are dripping water everywhere.”

  Jessica’s stomach dropped, as if she’d just been scolded. “Sorry, sir.”

  Roman smirked. “No worries. I’ll let Mistress Lauren take it out on your ass. I happen to know that anything she does to a submissive, she gets in kind later from Marc. You can keep that in mind when it starts to hurt.”

  “Will it hurt?” she asked, skipping to keep up with the trio as they walked down a corridor to the kitchen.

  “Only if you want it to,” Lauren said, and squeezed her hand.

  Was she really about to do this?

  Yes.

  Chapter Four

  Roman knew it shouldn’t excite him so much, the thought of watching Jessica get spanked by Lauren. He’d seen it all before, a thousand times. Pretty much whenever he had a party, someone ended up spanking a pretty girl. No shocker there.

  But this was Jessica. Sweet, demure, young . . . He frowned. Too young for him, most likely. She probably didn’t even realize he was attracted to her.

  Marc sat on one of the kitchen counter stools at the granite island in the middle of the kitchen, his hand still wrapped around a cold beer.

  “Go ahead,” he prompted Lauren.

  “Yes, sir, Marc,” she smiled.

  Lauren only ever called Marc “sir” when they were scening. And even though Lauren was the Domme here, it was only to Jessica. Roman liked how she and Marc worked together to keep her sexually satisfied.

  He took in Jessica’s tan body, drops of water drying on her skin, and suppressed a smile. She probably didn’t realize that being wet would make her spanking sting more.

  Well, she was about to find out.

  “Come here, Jess.” Lauren sat in one of the kitchen chairs and smiled invitingly, patting her naked thighs. She held out her hand, ready for Jessica to lie over her lap.

  “Yes, Mistress Lauren,” Jessica whispered, and stepped forward. “I don’t . . . I don’t know what to do.”

  “You do nothing but what I say,” Lauren said, and carefully pulled Jessica’s lean body over her own voluptuous lap. “I know your safeword. You can use it if you need to. Okay?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Good girl.”

  Roman shifted, his cock stiffening in his pants. What was it about Jessica? Perhaps it was her innocence. She looked so cute and vulnerable, like a naughty schoolgirl sent to the principal’s office for a paddling.

  Well, it didn’t matter if he was attracted to her. The whole point of this was to find someone resistant to training for Lauren to Domme.

  But Jessica had a pure submissive soul, Roman could tell. She instinctively fell in line, called him “sir,” and even rushed to serve him at the club.

  He’d love to train a submissive like Jessica. She looked scared right now, which had the unfortunate effect of making him crazy with desire.

  If they were alone together, fuck—the things he could do to her. Things she’d beg for. Beg him to stop even as she was begging for more.

  “You have a beautiful, spankable ass,” Lauren said, running her hands over Jessica’s bottom. Her American flag bikini showed half of each ass-cheek.

  “I’m going to spank you right over your bikini for your first time. It’ll sting, because you’re wet. Let’s warm you up.”

  Lauren’s hand came down lightly with a quick spank on each cheek, and Jessica gasped.

  “Now, now. Don’t be silly. I barely touched you.”

  “Sorry, Mistress Lauren. I’m fine.”

  Jessica looked behind her, or tried to, but lying over someone’s lap is always an awkward position to be in. It was one of the reasons he liked it so much.

  “Keep going,” Marc said, and Roman looked over at him, having almost forgotten that he was there. Marc had the same look of lust in his eyes that Roman knew he had himself, except Marc’s desire was aimed squarely on his curvy fiancée rather than the petite girl over her lap.

  Lauren spanked Jessica again, a little harder this time, from the sound of it. “How’s that feel, pretty girl?” she asked, continuing her pace.

  “I don’t know,” Jessica said, putting her face against her arm.

  “You’re supposed to address me as ma’am,” Lauren reminded her, and to emphasize the point, she switched directions and landed a swat right on her sit-spot.

  “Ow,” Jessica gasped. “I’m sorry, ma’am, I won’t forget again.”

  “Do you remember your safeword?” Lauren paused, her hand held up in the air. Roman wished he could take a photograph so he could look at it later, savor it. But he’d have to be content with remembering the moment instead. Remembering Jessica’s face, pink, her lips, parted, her eyes squeezed shut at each stinging slap.

  He had to have her.

  “I remember, Mistress Lauren,” Jessica said. “I’m fine, I’m not safewording.”

  “Good girl,” Roman murmured, barely aware he’d spoken out loud.

  Lauren looked up at him and winked. “I’ve been going so easy on you, Jess,” she said. “You’d never be able to handle one of Roman’s spankings.”

  Jessica gasped. “Oh my God, you’re right—please don’t let him spank me, ma’am.”

  “I don’t know, my hand’s getting tired, and that tiny ass of yours is barely even pink.” Lauren grinned, though Jessica couldn’t see it.

  Roman appreciated Lauren’s unique brand of domination. She liked to play mind games with her subs. One thing a woman could always have over a sub, even if he was a man twice her size, was psychological domination, if not physical.

  Jessica arched her back and looked up at Roman, her eyes wide. “I’ve been trying to be good, am I not doing this right?”

  Roman laughed. “You look like you’re doing wonderfully, to me. What do you think, Mistress Lauren?”

  “Oh,” Lauren said, rubbing Jessica’s bottom through her bikini. “I think she’s doing pretty well. She’s just too sensitive.”

  “Do you like it?” Roman asked. He felt since Lauren had drawn him into the scene he could talk to Jessica more intimately. He got down on one knee, so his face was near hers as she hung over Lauren’s lap. “Do you like getting spanked?”

  “It hurts,” Jessica whispered.

  “I didn’t ask if it hurts,” he said. “I asked if you like it.”

  And then, Jessica nodded, her blonde hair falling over her face. “I think I do. But you’re so much stronger than she is. I’m afraid of getting spanked by you.”

  Was Roman imagining it, or was there a glint of desire in the girl’s eyes when she said that?

  Lauren gave her another smack, on the back of her thigh, making Jessica kick her leg up in the air in surprise. “I don’t know you yet, sweetie, so I can’t tell if you’re playing or not. Do you consent to Roman spanking you? It’s okay if you don’t.”

  Jessica moaned as if in confusion before looking back up. She sat up, maneuvering herself off Lauren’s lap,
then stood with her head down, her hands clasped in front of her chest.

  “I’m so sorry,” she said. “I think I’ve had enough for my first time. I know I’m totally wimping out. But . . .” She glanced at Roman under her long lashes. “It’s nothing personal. I just don’t know if my ass can take a real sadist right now.” She laughed nervously and looked at the tile floor.

  Roman smiled to ease her discomfort. “Not much of a masochist, huh?”

  Jessica wouldn’t look at him. “I don’t know, sir.”

  “Why don’t you check?” Lauren suggested, grinning. “I’m curious, myself.”

  Marc shifted on the stool, and Roman knew he was doing the change-position-because-of-the-bulge move, like Roman had done earlier.

  “Check?” Jessica asked. “What do you mean? Ma’am. Sorry. Ma’am.”

  Lauren laughed. “Well, at least we know spanking helps you remember rules. But you only have to call me ma’am or Mistress during a scene, not after. You sort of ended it.”

  “I’m sorry,” Jessica said, and glanced at Marc, as if to apologize to him as well.

  “It’s fine, we want you to enjoy yourself,” Marc said. “That’s why Lauren was wondering if you wanted to take a little feel and see if your body became aroused during the spanking.”

  Jessica flushed, feeling stupid for not understanding sooner. “Finger myself, you mean?”

  Marc nodded, and looked at Lauren, who shrugged. “You don’t have to, honey. It was just a thought.”

  Before she could overthink it, Jessica put her hand in her bikini bottom, running her middle finger over her pussy.

  “I’m so wet.” Jessica said in surprise. How confusing, to be aroused by something painful. The spanking had been a little overwhelming, probably because there were two super-hot Doms watching her every move. She had felt their gazes burning into her skin as intensely as she felt Mistress Lauren’s hard hand.

  Or maybe it was just Roman’s eyes she felt. When Lauren had suggested she let Roman spank her, Jessica wanted it. Needed it. But her motormouth kept her from letting it happen. Sure, she’d been afraid, but she never should have let her one chance at making her naughty dream come true pass her by.

  It had happened mere moments ago, but she could already forget the heat of the spanking and wonder why she’d let it stop so soon after all.

  Jessica wiped her fingers discreetly on her bikini bottom and looked up to see Roman staring at her with . . . lust. Oh my God.

  His cock was hard. She could see the thick ridge of it pushing against his jeans.

  “I think we all enjoyed your spanking,” Roman said, and she turned her head. He’d caught her looking at his erection. But, he’d just watched her touch her wet pussy, so perhaps they were even.

  “Thank you, Mistress Lauren, for a very good first experience,” Jessica said. “And thank you, Marc, for allowing her to do that with me.”

  Roman raised his eyebrows, and she felt the urge to drop to her knees in front of him. She knew they all thought she was so innocent, but she was new to the world of kink, not men. If he’d let her, she’d love to help him out with his very fat, hard cock.

  “You’re licking your lips,” Roman said. “What’s on your mind?”

  “Nothing, sir.” Jessica smiled. “Oh, thank you, sir, for hosting us.”

  “You’re welcome. I’d love to have you over again sometime soon. I think you’d enjoy learning more about what you’re capable of under the experienced hands of Mistress Lauren, don’t you?”

  Did she? Yes. Definitely. “Okay.”

  “Say, yes, sir.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Roman smiled at her. “Come tomorrow.”

  “Tomorrow works for me,” Lauren said, and Marc nodded, rubbing his shaved head, his muscled biceps bulging.

  “I . . . I can’t. I have to work.” Damn. It would be nice not be broke for once. The luxurious gourmet kitchen around her gleamed, in stark contrast to the microwave and mini-fridge in her own nonexistent kitchen.

  “Work? You mean at WhipperSnapper?” Marc asked, and waved his hand, as if to say it didn’t matter.

  “I need the paycheck,” she muttered.

  Was it just her, or did some sort of secret look pass between the two men? Mentioning her lack of money probably just set their “gold-digger” radar off. Not what she’d intended at all, especially after Marc’s comment in the car.

  “I want my Lauren to be happy,” Marc said. “And you, sweetheart, have made her very happy today.”

  “I’m sorry, sir, I want Mistress Lauren to be happy too—but I can’t afford to not go to work.”

  “How much do you need?” he asked.

  “What?” Was Marc Wilde actually asking her what her living expenses were? How personal. Then again, he was asking her to take off work so his fiancée could dominate her, and that was pretty personal too. In a good way.

  “Whatever you make in a month, I’ll pay it,” Marc said. “Then you won’t have to worry about your bills.”

  Her first instinct was to go for it. But . . . “I wish I could, I really do. But if I take off work for a month, they’ll replace me.”

  Marc shrugged and looked at Lauren. “Okay, we’ll consider this your engagement present, honey.” To Jessica, he said, “How about if I cover the rest of the year? Surely you can find another job that suits you in the new year.”

  Holy moly. “That’s like fifteen grand,” she said.

  She thought he’d laugh and tell her to forget it, but instead he looked relieved.

  “Oh that’s not bad!” he laughed. “I’m getting off easy. Fifteen grand it is.”

  Roman stepped forward. “Actually, Marc, I’d like to offer Jessica the money. We can use my dungeon. My dungeon, my money.”

  Marc frowned. “My fiancée, my money.”

  “Let’s discuss this in the other room,” Roman interrupted, and the two men left the kitchen, Marc’s shorts riding low on his hips.

  “Um, were they actually arguing about who gets to fork over fifteen thousand dollars?” Jessica asked Lauren.

  Lauren looked as surprised as she did. “I do believe they were. How do you feel about that? Marc didn’t even ask you if you were up for it.”

  “You noticed that too, huh?” Jessica laughed. “I like working at WhipperSnapper. And how can I take so much money from someone I barely know? What if things don’t work out and you decide you don’t want me around anymore?”

  “The money would be yours, of course,” Lauren said. “That’s how tributes work.”

  “Tributes?”

  Lauren nodded. “Before Marc and I got together, I paid my expenses with tributes—money or gifts that the slaves I played with gave me. They didn’t have to pay me anything, and plenty didn’t. Some are wealthy and chose to give me money so I had more time to spend with them.” Lauren paused, as if she could see the question forming in Jessica’s mind. “But I wasn’t prostituting myself. It wasn’t money in exchange for sex. I gave freely of my time, doing whatever I wanted, and then they chose to give me gifts. Like Marc just did. See?”

  Jessica frowned. “I guess. But why did Roman offer to pay, then?”

  “Roman likes pretty girls,” Lauren said succinctly. “He’s getting over some drama and his favorite way to do that is to be in control of everything around him, including who pays for what. If the group is involved in something new—you—I’m not surprised that he wants it to be in his own house, and by his own rules.”

  “Should I accept?” She liked the idea of meeting at Roman’s house, even though both she and Lauren lived in the city. It would give her an excuse to see Roman often. And that idea definitely appealed.

  “I’m a little biased,” Lauren laughed. “Of course, I want you to accept. That way we can play!”

  Jessica grinned. “All right. T
hank you.”

  Elisabeth ran into the kitchen then, her towel tied sexily around her waist like a sarong. “Hey girls,” she said, opening the huge double-door stainless steel refrigerator. “I’m stealing orange juice to make cocktails. Don’t tell Roman.”

  “Don’t tell Roman what?” Roman asked from the kitchen doorway.

  Jessica had to laugh. At least it wasn’t her getting snuck up on this time.

  “We desperately need your orange juice,” Elisabeth said, and grabbed a pitcher out of the fridge. “If that’s okay, I mean?”

  “Well, if it’s that desperate, I can accommodate,” Roman said, nodding.

  There was some weirdness between them. Elisabeth looked very comfortable in Roman’s house, but uncomfortable around Roman. Was it because he’d trained her?

  “Jessica,” Roman said, and pulled out his checkbook. “Marc has kindly agreed to allow me to offer you the money, so you can come here and train with Lauren in my well-equipped dungeon. It really is better than the setup Marc has.”

  Marc shrugged. “Only because I’m not as freaky as you, man.”

  Roman seemed to take it as a compliment, though, and just nodded.

  Lauren stood up and gave Jessica a hug. “What do you say? Ready to give up the nine-to-five for some hedonistic fun?”

  Her body was as warm as her smile, even more so in the chilly kitchen. How could she say no to that?

  “Okay,” she grinned. “Let’s do it.”

  Roman already had the check written out to Jessica. “Here you go,” he said. “This should cover your expenses for the rest of the year. I’ll let the club know you won’t be coming back for a while.”

  “Thank you, sir,” she said, taking the check from him. “But won’t they be mad at me?”

  “No. The club wants to keep us happy. We’re big clients of theirs.”

  Jessica thought about how the BAD Boys often came in to play, but then again, so did a lot of people.

  “They own the club,” Lauren said, and Marc spanked her quickly on the ass. “Ouch! Sorry, but I had to tell her. Otherwise she’d be worried about her job the whole time.”

  “No one knows the Brooks Wilde Chase Fund owns WhipperSnapper. Even our investors aren’t aware of the exact nature of that holding because it’s under another name,” Marc said. He looked annoyed.