“There’s got to be a sub for our Christmas stocking.” Adam Dent surveyed the group of subs. Upon first glance, none of the men and women caught his attention. He looked for one woman in particular, the one with the ample curves and blonde hair who mesmerized him with her blue eyes and hourglass figure. Right now, he didn’t see her.
“I’m sure there’s one for us.” Hill Joseph nodded. “Wait a little bit longer.”
Adam trusted his best friend, Hill, more than anyone else. Hill had good taste in women and subs. If Hill selected someone, Adam wouldn’t argue. Still, he wanted the blonde sub.
A new group of subs also filtered into the playroom. Adam scanned the latest additions. He spotted the curvy girl in seconds. “There she is.” His heartbeat quickened and heat filled his veins. He longed to kiss her. Damn, he hadn’t wanted anyone this much in a forever.
“I see her. Darby Mitchell, right? I’m intrigued.” Hill tapped Adam on the arm. “Let’s go before she’s snapped up.”
“She hasn’t been chosen very often. Looks like it might be our lucky day, but it also seems like she’s not popular.” Adam stopped Hill before they reached the main playroom floor. “Why don’t we try her out and see if she still fits our needs? What if she’s changed her mind or fetishes? We all had fun the one time we played before, but things morph over time.”
“Good point.” Hill nodded once. “This is why we’re best friends. You think of the things I forget.”
Adam snorted and followed Hill to the knot of subs.
“Girl.” Hill approached her first. “Are you collared by a Dom?”
Adam bit back another snort. One look at her throat and anyone could tell she wasn’t collared, but he didn’t dare question Hill. His best friend always had a plan.
“No, Sirs.” She bowed her head. “I’m not.”
“I see.” Hill pulled a collar from his pocket. “Come with us.”
“Before we choose a sub, we insist on inspecting the goods.” Adam had intentionally spoken about her in such terse terms to see how she’d react.
No argument or even a glance up. Good. Adam sighed. This girl had promise. Tonight, he and Hill would turn her into an object. Did she fit their needs physically? Would she be able to handle them?
Hill clicked the collar in place around her throat and affixed the leash to the D-ring. He led her from the main room and down to their personal playroom. Adam followed behind, checking out her ass. He liked women with a little more endowment to their rear end. Darby pleased him. So spankable and great to hold during sex. He wanted to see his handprint marking her skin.
Hill led her to their private space and waited for Adam before he closed the door.
“We ask a lot from our subs,” Adam said. “Someone who can handle our punishments and attention.” She’d done well the only time they’d played before, but he wanted to be sure before they did again.
“Yes, Sirs.” She kept her head bowed.
Adam moved her hair back from her face. She had pretty features, with full cheeks, thick lashes and those kissable lips. Her mouth would look sexy as fuck around his dick. The only time he and Hill had scened with her had involved spanking. He and Hill needed to know she could take more.
Hill grabbed the front of her shirt and tugged. The buttons on her crisp white Oxford shirt flew around the room. He yanked the garment down her arms, baring her upper body.
Her bare nipples beaded, and she sucked in a ragged breath. She arched her back, offering her naked torso to their inspection.
“Good Girl.” Hill palmed one of her breasts. “Sensitive?”
“Yes, Sirs.” She clasped her hands behind her back.
“Do you still enjoy nipple play?” Adam asked. He rolled one of the tight buds in his fingers, then tugged. “Does this still thrill you?”
She gasped but didn’t pull away. A lazy smile curled on her lips. “Yes, Sirs. I do. I love it.”
“Yes?” He tweaked her other nipple and increased pressure when he tugged. Could she handle him and Hill full-time? She hadn’t shied away from them when Hill tore her shirt.
“Yes, Sirs.” She wobbled and sighed. “So good. Thank you.”
Hill stood behind her then cupped both of her breasts. “Nice and full. I love full tits. Heavy. Remember?” He nuzzled her hair. “Smells good, too.”
Did she enjoy being reduced to a thing? Using her turned Adam on. “Girl.” He flicked her nipples. “Pretty.”
“Thank you, Sirs.” She shivered. “Use me, please?”
“We shall see.” Hill let go of her breasts, then hiked her skirt up. “I want to inspect you everywhere like before.”
Adam walked around her, admiring every visible inch. “That skirt has to go.”
Hill nodded. “Yes. I want you raw.”
He and Hill sure sounded like assholes, so pushy and demanding, but Adam didn’t care. He wanted her on the edge.
Hill unzipped her skirt and yanked the garment down her legs. Her thigh-high stockings and high-heeled shoes were her only clothing.
Adam strolled around her again. He palmed her ass. She had just enough to jiggle and the fullness he loved. She delighted him.
“You’re shaved. You weren’t before.” Hill swatted her between her legs. “Open.”
She did as told. “Yes, Sirs.” Another shiver ripped through her. “Thank you, Sirs.”
“Smooth,” Adam said and spanked her ass hard. His print blossomed in a red mark on her pale skin.
“Sirs.” Darby groaned. “Thank you, Sirs.”
“So responsive still.” Hill threaded his fingers into her hair, tipping her head back. “Do you want to play with us more?”
“Yes, Sirs. I do, Sirs.” Darby gasped. She glanced at Hill, then at Adam. “I want to be owned by you.”
Interesting. Adam spanked her again. “Maybe Santa Dom will gift you to us this year. Would you like that?”
She met Adam’s gaze again. “Yes.” Her eyes lit up. “I would, Sirs. Thank you, Sirs.”
Hill nuzzled her neck again, then removed the collar and leash. He handed her a robe. “If you want to be ours, make sure you wear the same outfit.”
“And remain smooth,” Adam said. He slid his hand over her belly, then speared his middle finger between her legs. “Wet already? You are responsive.” Christ. He loved when the sub got so excited for play.
Hill draped the robe around her shoulders. “Write that letter. Santa Dom just might be inclined to give in to your request.” He picked up her clothes and handed the garments to her.
“Yes, Sirs.” She clutched the front of the robe. “I will, Sirs. Thank you, Sirs.”
“Good Girl.” Adam rested his hand on her lower back. He escorted her to the main playroom. He’d prefer to have more time to scene with her tonight, but he didn’t want to overwhelm her yet. Besides, he and Hill needed the chance to discuss her. On their next scene, he and Hill would test her and learn about the rest of Darby.
“Thank you, Sir.” Darby bowed her head. She remained with the rest of the subs for a few moments, then left the room in the direction of the changing space.
Hill gestured to Adam. “We should talk.”
Adam turned on his heel. He stole a glance back toward the corridor to the changing area. Darby had seemed so alone when she’d joined the uncollared subs.
Anna, another one of the subs and one who openly reminded anyone who’d listen that she wanted Hill, narrowed her eyes. He hated that she insisted on directing her venom at him, but damn it, Adam and Hill refused to be separated.
He joined Hill in the roped-off section of the bar, near the back of the room, then settled on one of the stools. “Well?”
“Well what?” Hill sat across from him.
“I want to give her another scene, but this time we focus on how she fits with us. I have the feeling she will,” Adam said. “But what are your thoughts?”
“I did encourage her to write to Santa Dom for Christmas,” Hill said. “Didn’t I?”
“You told me the whole Santa Dom thing was a silly idea.”
“Why not try it? I’ve heard rumblings she likes us and wants to be with us—not me or just you—us,” Hill said. “That’s huge.”
“It is.” Adam had heard the same things on the rumor mill. “We played with her once and I enjoyed it. I say we do it again and test her. She’s passed so far, but if she continues to do so…we give her reasons to request us and make sure we fulfill her Christmas wish.”
“If she requests us.” Hill laughed. “You’re a devilish man and I love the way you think. Merry Christmas to all of us—if it works.”
“I second that.” He couldn’t wait for the next time they played with Darby. He had a good feeling about the trio. A jolly, warm, mistletoe-emblazoned good feeling.