Collared: Ashton [Collared Lovers] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free PDF Page A

off her clothes and placing them in one of the bags on the bed, her eyes—and her curiosity—were caught by the box from the exclusive lingerie boutique. Slipping the lid off, she gently moved the tissue paper aside and gasped at the contents. Nestled in the tissue was an emerald-green corset set with a matching robe, and tucked at the bottom of the box was a pair of clear heels.
    Ashton left everything on the bed, and went back to the bath and showered and brushed her teeth.
    Toweling her hair, Ashton added the styling products, and she tamed her hair into a simple but hopefully flattering style. Ashton went into the bedroom, and slipped the corset on and hooked the eyelet closures, adjusting her breasts as she did. Holding the bikini panties up she couldn’t help but admire the delicate fabric and beautiful design, and slipping them over her hips, she added the robe to cover the ensemble.
    All afternoon she had wondered what the hell she was doing here and why would she be willing to even do this. She couldn’t help the moments of fear but it wasn’t going to win. Ashton admitted to herself she was tired of hiding and denying the feelings she kept shut away. She was going to give this situation every chance and not look back.
    She couldn’t deny she looked great in the corset because it made her small waist even smaller and full breasts and hips appealing. Ashton was anxious to go downstairs, and she wondered if they would find the outfit sexy on her. Putting the room and the bathroom back to rights, she slipped the heels on and stepped out. She didn’t have long to wonder about the men’s reactions as they were both waiting for her at the top of the stairs.
    “You look beautiful, Ashton,” Nathan told her.
    Ty grabbed the belt of the robe and untied it, and after giving her a thorough inspection said simply, “Perfect.” Ashton tugged the edges of the robe back together, and tied the sash with shaky fingers. She didn’t know what was wrong with her. She’d never allowed such forward behavior from someone. In general she was a non-touch type of person, however, these men made her want their caress.
    “Thank you, but I don’t know what to say. I love the lingerie, but I hardly think it’s appropriate for a club. I would like to pay for the items you had sent over, we’ve just met and I honestly don’t feel comfortable with you buying such personal things for me.”
    Obviously ignoring her, he continued with his explanation “We won’t be in the bar portion. We are going straight into the club through a private entrance. For the duration of the night when you are in the presence of another Dom you are to address us as ‘Sir.’ Keep your head lowered, and sit on the cushion at the foot of our chair. Don’t look another Dom in the eye. It’s considered disrespectful, a challenge. It’s important for you to experience the club under our protection.”
    “Most of all, we want you to see how the people in our lifestyle behave and how loving most of those relationships are. The lifestyle takes a high level of dedication to your sub and always putting the needs of your sub above your own as a Dom. Hopefully you will understand all of that soon,” Ty explained.
    Ashton’s heart pounded, and her pussy dampened at Ty’s instructions. She was always thankful no one knew that deep down she became turned on at the thought of a dominant man. The sheer thought of a man spanking her or having her while she was restrained always made her peak so quickly. Her stomach started to flip over, and anxiety at going to such a forbidden place was making her almost queasy.
    Nate took her arm and, as Ty locked up the house, he escorted her to a large black Hummer with dark windows. After putting her in the back, he got in on the passenger-side front seat, and Ty got behind the wheel.
    It was a smooth drive and took very little time, so soon they were pulling into the club. A garage door opened into a private entrance, and