“It’s very nice of you to take me to dinner,” Samantha began. “I’ve never been to the Sentinel before. I’m not sure I’ve heard of it.”
“It’s quite exclusive,” Mason began. “You have to belong to the Club in order to dine there. It’s not for everyone.”
“Really? You mean you have to have a certain level of wealth to even request membership?”
He looked at her sardonically. “No. I wasn’t speaking about wealth.”
“Oh,” Samantha said, observing him with interest, “then what where you speaking about?”
He should just tell her and get it over with, but he held back. He didn’t want to discuss their lifestyle here, in the limo, where she could tell the driver to stop and let her out. He wanted to tell her at dinner in an environment where she would be more likely to listen to him. It was important to him that she accept them. Why he wasn’t sure, but it was. He told himself it was most probably because it would make everything easier for his mother and sister, but in reality, it would make it easier for him and his brothers. Thoughts of enticing her into their bed had been discussed briefly, even though they all agreed it was a bad idea.
They arrived at the Club and were taken to a table in the corner of the west dining room, which housed a large collection of antique vases and glassware that adorned the buffets and old-fashioned china closets that were set about the room. He smiled and shook hands with a number of the guests that eyed Samantha speculatively. He knew what they were thinking and had to admit he didn’t mind. Her long dark hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail that swung to and fro with the swing of her hips as she had walked ahead of him. He wouldn’t mind twisting that ponytail around his hand to bring her to heal in front of him, where he would love to use that sensual mouth of hers as a receptacle for what he wanted to give her.
Stifling a groan, he sat down and spread his napkin across his lap. The waiter brought his favorite wine, which he approved before it was served to the rest of the table. He watched as his brothers engaged Samantha in conversation. She appeared slightly more comfortable with them than she did with him.
He ordered for the table and was pleased when Samantha didn’t question his choices. A good medium-rare steak unless you were dealing with a vegetarian, which she wasn’t since he had watched her eat lamb, was usually a safe choice.
Dinner proceeded with Sandy manipulating most of the conversation with Samantha. It was normal for his brother to take the lead in conversation, a trait that both he and Harry appreciated. He smiled as Harry sat back and laughed.
“What so funny?” he asked. “I’m afraid my mind was on something else for a few moments.”
“Samantha was telling us a story about her Aunt Carolyn. The woman sounds amazing. She’s currently on an island in the Caribbean with husband number four. Samantha says she’s in her fifties, and she still insists on packing her own parachute when she goes skydiving. She also likes to go bungee jumping.”
“What about you, Samantha? Are you as daring as your aunt?” Mason asked her.
She turned her clear blue eyes toward his. “If you mean would I go skydiving or bungee jumping, then the answer is no. However, I’m not afraid of new challenges, and I can be daring if the circumstances warrant it.”
“I’m with you,” Harry piped in. “No skydiving or bungee jumping for me even, though I know Sandy has done both.”
“Yes, I have,” Sandy said, his voice and eyes excited. “What a rush. It was incredible. Don’t ever say never.”
He watched her smiled indulgently at Sandy as his brother’s eyes locked with hers. He could feel the heat they were both generating for each other. He had felt the same thing from her, and he knew that Harry was sensing it too. He could see it in his youngest brother’s eyes. It was time to tell her what they had brought her here to hear.
“Samantha,” he began, “there’s something I want to tell you about the family and, right now, my sister in particular.”
“Please,” she said. “The more I know, the more I can make sure we have everything perfect.”
“You met the groom when my mother and Alexis came to see you.”
“Yes. The groom is Shawn, and the best man is his brother, Aaron.”
“Actually there is no best man,” he told her.
“No?” she asked, her eyes wide with surprise. “Than what is he?”
“He’s also the groom.”
He watched her face register first confusion and then surprise before she said, “Your sister is marrying two men?”
“Well, not legally, but, for all intents and purposes, yes. You’ll find that our family and friends are of like minds when it comes to partnerships of the heart.”
“And you and your brothers,” she asked, “are you also of like minds?”
“Very much, Samantha. We find that being with a woman, enjoying her between us, is what we want.”
She was silent for a few moments before she said, “Thank you for telling me. You’ll find that I, too, can be like-minded when it comes to affairs of the heart. You have nothing to worry about. The Highlander is the perfect place for your sister’s wedding to the men she loves.”
“I’m very glad to hear you say that. My sister had her heart set on The Highlander, and now that we’ve had this chance to talk, I’m even more convinced that you are exactly the right woman to make sure we all get what we want.”
“So prim and proper,” Sandy said, watching Harry touch her intimately. “We knew there was so much more beneath that lovely façade, and we were right. You’re a very naughty girl, aren’t you, Samantha?”
She licked her lips as she directed her gaze past Harry to Sandy. How did he know that? She had been with only a few men, and not one had ever guessed that she loved dirty talk or craved to be dominated completely. It was her secret that she kept close. But they knew because they could be very naughty too. Her pussy gushed at the thought.
“Do you want me to be your naughty girl?” she asked, wondering how she had dared say such a thing. Maybe Harry’s fingers that were sliding up inside her had something to do with it.
They obviously wanted her wanton, needy, and naughty and that was what they were going to get. She wasn’t going to hold back for fear of what they thought of her. It was one night, and she was going to live in the moment.
“Yes, that’s exactly what we want,” Sandy said with a big grin on his face. “We are going to make you scream in more ways than one. Do you think you can handle that?”
Harry removed his fingers and ran them over lips. She could taste her arousal. He removed his fingers and turned to walk over to where Sandy and Mason were watching them.
She closed her eyes, savoring the sensations that were running through her body. Had Sandy asked her a question? She opened her eyes to see that all three of them were staring at her but had not moved any closer.
“We want to fuck you hard, and we want to do it our way,” Mason said, his eyes boring into hers. “We like to administer a mixture of pleasure and pain when we dominate a woman. We should have told you earlier, but we didn’t want you to run away without knowing what you were running away from. We want you to submit to our desires, Samantha. Do you understand?”
Holy shit, she thought. They were into BDSM. Her heart, which had been beating rapidly before, was now looking for a way out of her chest. They weren’t only talking about being naughty. They were talking about spanking, whipping, chaining, or God knows what. She had read erotic stories where that had been an element in the sex, and she had been turned on by it, but to experience it firsthand wasn’t something she thought would ever happen to her.
“I understand, but just what do you like to do…you know, to cause pain?”
“Nothing hardcore with a novice,” Mason said gently. “Just some light spanking, possibly tie your hands and feet, maybe a blindfold.”
“Oh,” she said softly. “That doesn’t sound too bad.”
“If it gets to be more than you want, just say wagon and we’ll stop immediately.”
“Now get on your knees and crawl to us.”
She felt her breasts swaying back and forth as she crawled to them. When she was in front of them, she watched with wide eyes as they took off their jeans and underwear. Three beautifully proportioned, large cocks had been released for her viewing pleasure. She looked from one to the other, wanting to the lick the precum that glistened on the head of each of their cocks.
“Back on your knees,” Sandy ordered gruffly, looking down at her, stroking his cock.
“Yes, Sir,” she said.
“I like that you called me sir,” Sandy said, his approval evident in the tone of his voice.
Now on her knees, with her legs slightly apart, she waited. She knew enough to know that dominants liked to be in control and a submissive waited to be told what they wanted.
“You are so beautiful, Samantha,” Harry said, gripping her hair in one hand to bring her head up to within inches of his cock. “Taste me.”
She opened her mouth and began to suck his large, thick cock. He tasted of musk, soap, and sex. Sandy walked behind her and drew her arms behind her back and tied her wrists together. She continued to suck Harry’s cock, even though she felt slightly off balance.
Sandy’s lips brushed her neck. “Remember we only want to bring you pleasure, our kind of pleasure.”
He then opened the cheeks of her ass, inserting a lubricant. She quivered from anticipation. Mason had stood above watching. Her mouth was on Harry, but her eyes went to his.
“You’re ours,” he said raggedly as he bent down and opened her labia with one hand. With the other, he began to caress her breasts before he took her nipple between his teeth. The sensations that ran through her body were absorbing all of her strength. She needed Harry’s hand in her hair to keep her mouth on his cock. Oh my God, she thought, her body trembling with need. This is just the beginning of our night together.