Mastering Melody (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Rachel Clark Read Free Book Online Page A

that he was well known for his control when it came to dealing with subs, it was disconcerting that the woman engaged to marry his brother could make him feel so out of control. Fucking her now was going to make the future awkward—he knew that deep down—but he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to make love to the woman who still haunted his dreams.
    He wanted to rub his eyes tiredly, but he didn’t want to show that type of vulnerability in front of his trainee sub, or his brother, so he turned back to his desk, grabbed the pen, and signed his name.
    Their fate sealed, Ryan sat back, crossed his arms, and turned his attention to the woman he and his brother would share for the next three weeks…and silently prayed he hadn’t just made the biggest mistake of his life.

Chapter Eleven
     
    I’m shivering all over with anticipation, my stomach doing flip-flops, but I try to remain outwardly calm as I wait for instructions. Bradley runs his hand up and down my neck affectionately for a moment before lifting to his feet.
    “Room five?” he asks as he helps me to stand. This part of being a sub is going to take a while to get used to. My legs feel uncoordinated as I try to stand beside my fiancé. Thank heavens he’s there to hold me up.
    “Last chance to back out, little sub,” Ryan says as he comes to stand in front of me. When did he get so large? Shit, until this very moment, with Bradley behind me and Ryan in front, I’ve never noticed how intimidatingly tall they both are. Add that to the acres and acres of muscles they both own and I am in serious…hmmm… trouble might be the word I’m looking for here, but it sure seems to be the type of trouble I came looking for.
    “No, thank you, Sir,” I say in my most respectful voice. “I don’t want to back out.”
    “Good girl,” he says as he lowers his head and kisses me softly on the lips. I’m starting to feel really good about our contract until he turns to Bradley and starts talking like I’m not in the room. “I promised Mitchell that I would check in with one of the new Doms. Perhaps it would be a chance to show off our pretty new pet.”
    I frown at the word “pet,” but the sting on my left butt cheek reminds me to keep my mouth shut.
    “Good idea,” Bradley says as he lifts his hands over my shoulders and starts to rearrange my breasts inside the lingerie. My first instinct is to push him away, which of course earns me a frown from the man in front of me.
    “Cuffs?” he asks my fiancé.
    “Sorry,” Bradley says, not really sounding sorry at all. “I threw away most of my equipment when I decided to pursue a vanilla life.”
    I know that’s not quite true. Several times in the past two weeks Bradley has shown me his leather cuffs and discussed different scenarios. Whatever reason he has for wanting me to wear Ryan’s cuffs, he hasn’t explained it to me, but the mystery becomes even more intriguing when I notice the differences. The cuffs Ryan places on me are luxuriously padded, beautifully patterned, leather works of art. I sigh softly as he buckles them onto my wrists and then moves to do the same with my ankles. They’re the same ones he placed on me two weeks ago, but back then I’d been too upset to notice the exquisite detail. I suspect that these cuffs will be recognized as Ryan’s by every Dom and sub here tonight.
    Bradley has just made it clear that, even though I’m wearing his engagement ring, I also belong to his brother. I’m almost too distracted by the lovely idea of belonging to both of them to notice when Ryan folds my arms behind me and clips the wrist cuffs together behind my back. With my elbows bent and my forearms resting against my lower back it’s actually quite comfortable. It doesn’t stop a streak of fear running through me, but I quickly settle when Bradley places his hands on my hips and caresses me softly.
    I gasp when Ryan starts to undo the front of the corset I’m wearing. I even try to stop