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

she realized it was their own private parking deck, large enough to hold several large vehicles. She had suspected that these men were previously military, from the closely cropped hair to the way they both seemed to take in everything about their surroundings and Nate’s vague reference to hellish experiences, but all of this security and almost paranoid behavior affirmed it.
    The elevator required a key and took them directly up to a suite. Looking around at the opulent surroundings made her feel so out of place. The living space was comfortable, though, and decorated with modern pieces. It reminded her of their home.
    Breaking her out of her thoughts, Nate spoke first. “There is a bedroom and full bathroom through there and a small stocked kitchen through that doorway. We lived here during our early days when we first opened the club. Our office is through here and it’s the only way to get into the club from this suite. Do you want something to drink?”
    “I would love a soda,” Ashton wistfully answered.
    “Okay, let me call down to the bar and have someone bring up some soda to put into the refrigerator.”
    Ty came over and took her hand to lead her into their office, and Nate followed. Taking her over to a wall of security screens, he pointed out several things he thought would interest her in the club—some of the dungeons, scene rooms, the dance floors, the bars, all different angles of the club.
    It was almost obscene seeing individuals having sex and engaging in all levels of intimacy. She felt almost lecherous watching the different scenes of debauchery. It gave her a delicious thrill, however. The scene of two Doms with their sub made her pussy tingle the most. They had her on her knees, each taking turns feeding her their cocks. But what drew her to the scene the most was the way they caressed her face and petted her hair. Their loving manner left little doubt in Ashton’s mind how cherished the sub was. It never occurred to her before that a sub was more than a “fuck toy,” as crude as that thought was. This woman appeared to be dominated, but she wasn’t yanked around or pushed down and made to service her Doms. She was lovingly directed.
    Despite being nervous, it also helped that Ty and Nate made her feel safe and secure, but free. It was an awesome feeling to be free to understand the things that society said were bad. Now she was not only able to gain firsthand knowledge, but was being encouraged to do so. They obviously wanted her to be able to experience anything that might excite her. The funny thing was they seemed to know before she did what would push her buttons.
     
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    Watching Ashton as she viewed the scenes was fascinating, and they let her absorb everything without disturbing her thoughts. Nate had never seen it through the eyes of a total newbie before. He couldn’t wait to have her on her knees, her mouth loving his and Ty’s cocks. Nate would love to have her naked anytime they were home. This image was by far the tamest of their fantasies. The others were better kept to himself for now. Ashton might run for the hills if she knew what each man wanted from her, what they would demand from her. But as much as they would push her boundaries, they were committed to the lifestyle. A sub would always be honored, and always protected as she submitted to a Dom. Ashton would enjoy the experience of a Dom cherishing every inch of her body and soul. She was a smart woman, and she was quick-witted—the kind who would always keep them on their toes. Nate had always pictured a woman who would follow him and Ty without thought, a sub through and through. But Ashton would fight every inch to make them work for every victory. There would be no blind following from their woman. Now he couldn’t picture another sub that would be more perfect, and right now he didn’t want anyone else. Each man reached for a hand, and they led her into the hallway and to the elevator outside the