“Oh.” The flush that had started in her belly crept all over her skin, covering every single inch of her body.

“That’s why I thought Aly would work for them. They don’t have a permanent third but they’ve been searching for one for a long time.”

“Two men at the same time?” She tried to wrap her head around two men telling her what to do and how to do it. As exciting as it was, it was also terrifying. With Michael it felt right. With someone else?

She shuddered.

“I’m glad to see that thought doesn’t turn you on. As much as I want to fulfill all your fantasies, I don’t share.” His eyes slitted, going ice blue. “Ever.”

He drew her into his arms as his mouth covered hers. His hand moved to her dress, delved beneath and raised the thin material until she felt the tepid air on her ass just before his palm covered it. He squeezed the bare skin as his tongue slid past her lips and stroked, the forceful plunges strong and deep. When he pulled away she dimly noticed her fists were clenching his jacket and her legs were almost as liquid as water. He smiled and pressed a kiss to her forehead before he playfully slapped her ass, removed his hand, readjusted her dress and took her hand.

“Come on.”

He guided her down the stairs, keeping his grip snug around her fingers. There were actually two sets of stairs, but these were three times as wide as the ones at Michael’s home. As they came down the final set, Lacey heard a soft moan followed by a sharp gasp. There was also the distinctive crack of a whip. It wasn’t until they came into full view of the enormous room that she grasped the magnitude of what she was witnessing.

If Michael’s basement was a playroom, this was a full-fledged dungeon.

The room was at least one hundred feet wide and possibly just as long. There were several areas being used, ranging from a spanking bench to a St. Andrew’s Cross to a table where two men were engaged with one woman. One had his cock buried in her pussy. The other was driving his entire length deep into her mouth. Their leather pants were pulled down to their thighs and they were moving in tandem with each other, clearly demonstrating this was nothing new to them. Just as one withdrew from her lips the other rammed into her sex. The woman didn’t seem to mind, bent over and utterly willing, eyes closed and tied hands forming limp fists at her back.

Michael’s chuckle brought her out of her trance. “I knew you liked to watch.”

He guided her past a girl bound in rope. Her eyes were closed and she was panting against the red ball gag in her mouth. Her Dom stood over her as he spoke to another man, their tones hushed.

Lacey couldn’t help but gape at the sight.

“Does the thought of being in her place excite you?”

She ripped her gaze away from the couple. “Uh…” She glanced at the woman and tried to imagine herself in her place. Naked, bound, gagged. No, it definitely didn’t excite her.

“I see that it doesn’t.”

“I just… I don’t know if…”

“Cat got your tongue?” He laughed and guided her forward. “Some people like to watch. Some people like to be watched. It doesn’t always go hand in hand.”

“It doesn’t make you angry?”

“Not at all.” He slid his hand to her ass and squeezed, using enough force she hissed. “I don’t like to share, remember?”

Each scene was sectioned off so that every area was exclusive for the couple inhabiting the space. When they came to the far end of the room there was a man standing with his back to them. His long, shoulder-length auburn hair was beautiful against his black dress shirt, his shoulders sinewy but defined.

“Trevor,” Michael said and the man turned.

Whereas Brian was in his late twenties or early thirties and was stout and sturdy, Trevor was tall, lean and nearing his forties. He had a thin beard, neatly trimmed, and his irises were a beautiful aquatic shade of blue. Those eyes seemed tumultuous until they landed on Michael and the lines around the edges smoothed, making the man appear several years younger. After a moment Trevor gazed at her, and his smile was equally as mesmerizing as his counterpart’s.

“It’s wonderful to see you here. Welcome to my home.” He reached for Lacey’s hand and brought it to his mouth. His lips were warm and gentle against her knuckles, his touch deliberate.

“You’re as bad as Brian,” Michael grumbled.

“We both admire and appreciate the same things.” Trevor released her hand and stepped back.

The fatigue returned his face, aging him once more. “I was hoping you’d come. We need to talk.” He motioned to a plush leather couch against the wall, away from the scenes taking place.

Michael led her over and removed her coat. She waited, uncertain if he’d instruct her to sit at his feet as he shrugged out of his jacket. She barely contained a yelp when he pivoted around, swung her into his arms and sat on the couch with her in his lap. Trevor took a seat at the opposite end, leaving plenty of room, and reclined with one arm draped across the back.

Lacey melted at the brush of Michael’s mouth against her ear just before he whispered in a low, alluring timbre, “While we talk, I want you to watch. I want you to learn what excites you and store it away for later. I’m going to give you a quiz and the lecture starts now. What do you say?”

“Yes Sir.” Her body buzzed at the implication hidden within the words, the promise of something more to come. She gazed around the room as he ordered, trying to ignore the increasing dampness and pulsating thrum between her legs. It was a smorgasbord of sexual enticement, so much more than she’d ever seen through a grainy video online.

While she tried to tune out the conversation taking place between Michael and Trevor, it was impossible not to catch pieces here and there. Aly had apparently refused to cooperate. She and Trevor met to discuss a potential test arrangement. After a casual encounter at an agreed-upon coffeehouse, he’d given her some kind of questionnaire to gauge her needs and share his own. A few seconds of glancing over the questions was all she’d needed. She’d handed the folder back to Trevor, told him she wasn’t interested and refused to talk to him when he asked for a reason.

“You knew that was a possibility,” Michael said.

“I did,” Trevor agreed. “Unfortunately I didn’t know she’d feel so threatened by my proposal that she’d accept a public playdate with another Dom to solidify her decision.”

Lacey’s eyes drifted to a sub who was bound by what appeared to be pink plastic wrap as they continued speaking. Her arms were captured behind her back, forcing her full breasts forward. The nipples were pierced and a thin silver chain ran between the hoops adorning the pointed buds. Her Master was tracing a feather over her skin, causing her to writhe and squirm as a machine with an enormous plastic dildo fucked her from underneath.

She felt her cheeks grow hot. As sexy as it was, she could never do something like that in front of people. It was too intimate, too embarrassing. Watching it, however, made her excited in a way she’d never been before.

“Really?” Michael asked. “Who?”

“Conner.” The menace in Trevor’s voice ripped her eyes from the sex all around them. When in control, Trevor appeared refined and decisive. When angry, he was absolutely frightening. His upper lip was pulled into a sneer and his brows were furrowed.

Michael tensed beneath her, the hand that had been creating soothing circles along her thigh going still. “Aly isn’t a pain slut. She wouldn’t agree to sub for Conner.”

“I got a call an hour ago that says otherwise. She entered the club with him and he took her to a private room. I told Anthony to contact me when they leave to make sure she made it out all right.”

“What the fuck is she thinking?” Michael snapped, fury radiating from him. “Conner is a sadist.

She knows that.”

The anger in Trevor’s expression receded, becoming a reluctant acceptance. “I don’t know. I just felt I should tell you. Everyone is aware that you tried to do right by her, so you don’t have to worry about that. It’s just…” Trevor seemed to stare into a place far away, one they couldn’t see. “I just wanted to tell you myself, before you heard it from someone else.”

The air felt as though it thickened. The tension between the two men remained invisible but ever present. Lacey rested her fingers over Michael’s and reclined against his chest, trying to extend comfort in the only manner she could. He flipped his hand over, grasped hers and placed their entwined fingers on her stomach. In that moment there was no sex taking place all around them. There were no Dominants, submissives or conflicts to resolve. There was only her and Michael, cuddling each other like any normal couple.

In that moment, she accepted what her mind refused to believe. The feeling that was overwhelming her was unfamiliar and new but she recognized it. Deep down, in the instinctive way all men and women grasped the emotion, she realized this was it. It was too soon to love Michael but the time frame no longer mattered.

Because she’d already fallen.

“When I’ve finished talking with Trevor we’ll do a walk around the room,” Michael whispered in a manner that indicated the words were intended for her alone. “Would you enjoy that?”

She blushed at the question, envisioning Michael doing just that.

“Answer me.”

“Yes Sir.”

“I love that color on you.” He brought his free hand up and caressed her cheek.

A commotion from the back of the room gained Michael’s and Trevor’s attention. Brian rushed past the scenes taking place as he made his way to them. He stopped in front of Trevor and dropped to his knees, staring the other man in the eye.