FightingforControl by Ari Thatcher Read Free Book Online Page A

the two men naked and hard for her. Oh, yeah, the memories…
    Stop. She needed to focus. On the multiplayer war
game account. Flipping on the monitor, she logged in and waited for her
company’s software to load. Sounds outside her cubicle pulled her attention.
    “Morning.” Brad leaned his head in the opening.
    “Morning.”
    “How are you doing?”
    “Fine. Thanks.”
    He smiled. “Good. Anything urgent in the messages?”
    She shook her head.
    “Good. I’ll see you in the morning meeting.” He tipped his
head and left.
    Lori stared at the empty space where he’d been. That was it?
That was all he was going to say after the night they’d shared? Of course,
she’d been the one who insisted on professionalism. But still, he should at
least whisper some silly comment about how good she’d been.
    As she wondered about his lack of response, Marc filled the
doorway. “Hey. Happy Monday.”
    She grinned. As if. “Right back atcha.”
    “You look good this morning.”
    “As opposed to other mornings?”
    He winked. “You look especially good. Gotta get to work.
I’ll catch up with you later.”
    So that was how they were going to play it. If she’d known
it was going to be this easy, she’d have dated one of them a long time ago.
    But they weren’t really dating, were they? What would you
call an evening at a BDSM club? Her vocabulary didn’t cover that. Nor the fact
that both men were involved. Speaking of awkward. She tried to remind herself
that her main goal was to accept the idea there were men out there who were
capable of meeting her needs, romantically and sexually. It wasn’t about Marc,
Brad, or a relationship. All thoughts to the contrary needed to be squelched.
    With that in mind, she pulled up her notes and reviewed what
she needed for the meeting.
    * * * * *
    Marc met up with Brad at Unfettered for their second session
with Lori, their first without the masks. Both men wore their usual comfortable
black slacks, Brad with a blue t-shirt and Marc’s bronze colored. He liked the
way bronze showed off his eyes, but he’d never let his friend know that.
    “Where are the toys?” Brad asked.
    “I didn’t ask for any,” Marc said. “The only thing we need
tonight is this.” He pointed to the bed centered against the far wall. The four
bedposts would be perfect for restraint, but he wasn’t playing that game
tonight.
    “Tonight we teach her the truth about control. It’s not
being tied up or shackled. It means turning yourself over to your master.
Completely.”
    “Oh, good one.” Brad grinned.
    “I thought so. We’re going to make love to Miz Meadows very
slowly. I mean it might take all night. We’ll tell her when to come, of course.
But she’s to remain in whatever position we put her in, with only the force of
our commands.”
    Brad walked around to the far side of the bed, looking down
at the bare sheet as if Lori lay there already. A knock at the door drew their
attention and Lori walked in, wearing exactly what he had instructed when he
set up the evening.
    Her simple black dress hugged her curves without shouting
slut. Her heavy breasts hung free, and his hands itched to cup them. Her pale
skin looked slightly flushed and he wondered if she was embarrassed or excited.
    Marc stepped toward her. “Close the door.”
    She did.
    “You look beautiful, as I expected you would,” he told her.
He circled with barely a breath of air between them, feeling the warmth of her
body, inhaling her scent. From the crease between her brows, he knew she was
confused, waiting for instruction. “I’m glad you joined us tonight. I’ve been
looking forward to it all week.”
    Brad came and lifted her hand to his lips. He assumed the
raspy edge to his voice that he had used before to disguise it. “Hello again.
Master Q is correct, you look…well, good enough to eat.”
    Lori smiled. “Hello.”
    “The ground rules remain the same,” Marc began. “You’ll call
us Master C and Master Q.