His Sub's Submissive Cooper McKenzie (romantic story to read .txt) 📖

She responded to his request until Merlin leaned in. He kissed Sloan first, then Dane, before moving around in front of them. After pushing Dane’s legs wider, which also spread Sloan’s, he moved to sit facing them, his legs encircling both Sloan and Dane. Then he moved up until his cock brushed against the back of Dane’s hand.

“How about another game?” he suggested as he leaned forward to kiss the pebble-hard nipple Dane’s hand was not covering.

Looking into his sub’s eyes, Dane saw the man was about to get the answers they needed before they could move forward with making Sloan their full-time partner.

“I’m not sure I could survive another of your games,” Sloan moaned.

“You will this one. We’re going to play twenty questions. I’ll start. Sloan, what do you do when you’re not being auctioned off for charity?”

She became still in his arms. Would she lie to them? Try to make them think she was something she was not? He shifted the hand on her breast down to lay just below it so he could feel her heart racing. As a Dom, he’d learned the truth came from the person’s heart, not necessarily their mouth.

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Sloan tensed at Merlin’s question, afraid to answer. She didn’t want their pity. She just wasn’t sure she wanted to let these two rich, gorgeous men learn that their weekend sub was so poor she’d had to accept money from her cousin just to keep her phone working. She felt Dane’s hand shift down her body. Her heart began to race even faster, as if it wanted to pound its way out of her chest and into his palm.

She wanted to escape, but there was nowhere to go. Dane held her securely in his arms. Merlin’s legs draped over theirs, and he now lifted her hands in his so he could kiss her palms and nuzzle them with his nose. The simple act was so sexy her cunt clenched and her breathing hitched.

Taking a breath and swallowing her fear of rejection, she answered simply, “I work.”

Merlin chuckled at her answer. “You’re not going to make it easy for us, are you? Dane, it’s your turn.”

Dane pushed his fingers in all the way, filling her. As he pulled them out until only his fingertips remained, he rumbled under her back, “How many jobs are you working right now, and what are they?”

“That’s two questions.”

“No, it’s one question with multiple parts.”

“Two jobs. I’m a home-based medical transcriptionist, and I work in a small coffee shop downtown.” Sloan said.

“But that’s not all you do, is it?” Merlin asked, rubbing her right palm against his cheek.

Sloan smiled. “Were you a cat in a former life?”

 Merlin shrugged. “Could be. I’ve always liked to snuggle. Hug therapy is very important, especially with kids. And your skin is so soft. It feels wonderful. Now answer my question.”

“I write, but it’s just a hobby.”

“Why is it only a hobby?” Dane asked, his fingers slipping back deep, making it hard to prevaricate.

Sloan shook her head but couldn’t answer. She didn’t want to burden these men with her problems. Though they had tasted her body and given her experiences she’d never forget, they were still strangers. They wouldn’t care that she barely made ends meet and was stuck in a job, and a life, she hated.

“It doesn’t matter. I don’t like this game. Can we stop, please?”

Merlin leaned close enough that their foreheads touched. “I’m sorry we made you sad, angel. We just want to learn more about you.”

Sloan tried to smile but knew she was failing. “I’m sorry, too. I didn’t mean to bring down the party.”

“Speaking of party,” Dane leaned in and rested his chin on her shoulder, “I think it’s time to move to the bedroom for snacks. I’m getting pruny.”

“Pruny? Is that even a word?” Sloan asked as Merlin kissed the tip of her nose before standing and climbing from the tub.

“Don’t know, don’t care. Pruny fits the situation. Look.” Dane lifted his hand and showed her his fingers.

“Yep, you’re pruny.” Sloan started giggling as her eyes flitted down to his cock and back up again. “And more than just your fingers.”

Chapter 10

“So what happens now?” Sloan asked through a yawn as Merlin carried the now empty tray to the dresser.

Dane’s yawn followed hers by less than a second. “Now we snuggle together and sleep. It’s nearly dawn, and as much as I’d love to play some more, we need to rest. Tomorrow is soon enough. But first we need to change your plug.”

“Change?” Sloan didn’t like the sound of that.

“Yes, change. Pet, bring me the lube and the red plug.” In the blink of an eye, Dane shifted into Master mode as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Angel, come lay across my lap.”

Sloan met his gaze and then crawled across the bed. Merlin joined them, kneeling on the floor as Dane positioned her over his thighs. He pushed her legs wide apart, exposing both ass and pussy. He rubbed one hand up and down her spine.

“Comfortable?” he asked as his other hand smoothed circles over one ass cheek and then the other.

“Not really,” she responded, her face burning hot.

“Wrong question. Are you physically hurting?”

She thought about the question. Physically, she was comfortable. The room was warm, and she wasn’t twisted like a pretzel. Emotionally was another matter. She was embarrassed to be ass up over any man’s lap, mainly because her butt was big and flabby. Though she walked every day for exercise, she’d begun to notice that she was developing a secretary spread. “No, I’m not physically hurting.”

“Part of a Master’s job in a Dom/sub relationship is to push the sub’s limits, whether the limits are physical, emotional, or psychological. We’ve been testing your boundaries all night long, and this is just one more little nudge.” Dane stroked her, his gentle touch forcing her to relax. His tone remained soft