An Angel Exposed [Safeword LLC 3] (Siren Publishing Sensations) Read online

  “I usually stick to submissives as my subjects, but once in a while I like to capture the virility of a Dominant.”

  Amy spun around, seeing Alec leaning against the doorway. She had to suppress her initial reaction to cover herself. He observed her body so casually from across the room. His hair was almost as long as hers, but he was able to pull it off in a masculine way. She kept hers chin length just because it got in the way of her working over receipts and ledgers. Their differences seemed so vast. Did she really think she had what it took to be his submissive? Maybe she would have been better off with a CEO or some type of professor. Doubts started to circulate in her head and she tucked her hair behind her ears, trying to buy her some time to think of something to say.

  “Do you recognize who it is?”

  Alec’s question caught her off guard. She quickly glanced back at the painting of a collar dangling from a man’s hand. Looking closely, she knew immediately who was holding the collar. Chad’s hands were unmistakable. She’d handed him countless checks in regards to Alec’s paintings in the past, often wondering how the strong, callused palm of his hand would feel against the smooth, pale skin on her bare ass. Her brothers had a fascination with the sensual art and had made sure the walls of their club emitted the same aura. What they weren’t aware of was her appeal to the artist and the gallery owner.

  “I see that you do. I should inform you that since you are now in our hands, you’ll be my subject.”

  “What?” Amy whipped her head around at his statement. What had he said? She wasn’t model material. She was a bookkeeper, for crying out loud. “I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.” Even as she said it, the realization that her body would be on public display caused her nipples to throb.

  “Really?” Alec asked, humor evidently lacing his tone. He crossed his arms. “I hadn’t realized our roles had switched. Are you a Domme?”

  “Of course not,” Amy said, protesting and almost laughing at the thought of trying to dominate Alec. “I meant that I’m just not—”

  “In charge?” Amy swooned as Chad walked into the room, bypassing his friend. Now two men watched her barely obscured, hairless, nude body. She was on display as she had fantasized so many times in her dreams. He held something pink in his hand. What was it?

  “Yes. And I’m relatively sure I warned her of that. Am I wrong?”

  “No, you’re not wrong, Alec. But I think you ought to let this infraction pass.” Alec laughed, obviously thinking Chad was joking. She hoped not, because she really didn’t want to start off on the wrong foot. She’d witnessed punishments at the club countless times and Amy wasn’t ready for that just yet. Chad walked up to her and she knew that he saw the pleading look in her eyes. Before she could say anything, Amy realized what was in his hands. “You were the one who mentioned our angel thinks too much. Well, I have just the cure for that problem.”

  Amy almost laughed out loud. Did Chad and Alec really think that a vibrator was going to shut off her racing thoughts? Albeit, this vibrator looked a little different from the ones she used on herself, but weren’t they all the same? This wasn’t exactly the scene she thought would play out, especially in comparison to the ones she’d seen at the club.

  “I want to capture the look on her face as all thought leaves her mind,” Alec said, uncrossing his arms and walking to where a blank canvas sat on an easel. Oil paints were on a tray beside him, with various-size brushes. All of a sudden, his mood changed from a sensual man to that of a consumed artist. “In the middle, please.”

  Amy wondered what Alec meant by that, but soon realized he intended to have Chad position her in the middle of the studio where one overhead light fixture was directed downward. Her level of excitement grew twofold as she realized the scant garment would fade to nothing under the studio light. While Alec started to open jars and set up his area, Chad continued to talk to her as if this was an ordinary event. It was very disconcerting, because she was trying her hardest to concentrate on what he wanted her to do.

  “I have a very big showing for an up-and-coming artist next weekend.” Chad loosened the belt of her sheer veil and peeled it off her shoulders. Realizing she was denied even the see-through robe, her cunt moistened to a level she knew would not go unnoticed. Although the air felt ever so slightly chilled, the heat from the stage light above made her feel as if she were out in the sun. “Alec has picked out the most elegant, yet sensual, dress for you to wear.”

  Chad’s eyes raked over her body. She heard what he was saying, but all Amy was concerned about was what he thought of her presentation. Were her breasts big enough? Did they like her curves? Her nipples puckered even harder, as he seemed to drink in the sight of her. Would he touch her in front of Alec?

  “Of course, you’ll not be allowed to wear anything underneath.” Her heart sprinted at the thought, going out to an event with no panties to hide her wet pussy and no bra to conceal her erect nipples. Chad held up the pink vibrator, although it looked to be an elongated, flattened, two-inches of silicone that held a natural curve. Attached to the device were black straps that seemed to be adjustable. “The material is just thin enough that people will wonder if it is sheer or just a trick of their imagination.”

  Amy wished he would stop talking. Ever since her only clothing had dropped, her body felt as if every nerve had awakened. When she’d finally accepted them as her Dominants, visions of the scenes that took place in her brothers’ club had flooded her mind. She’d always wondered what it would feel like to be spanked, flogged, and caned. The subs that were paraded around the club with nothing more than a collar always prompted her to dream at night that she was in their place. Were the Doms proud of their submissives’ bodies? Is that why they exhibited them? Could it be that it excited the other submissives as much as it did her? Was it just the thought of being displayed and could she survive the embarrassment of actually showing herself to strangers in public?

  “If you keep daydreaming and thinking of something other than your Doms’ approval, Alec will keep thinking of ways to shut your thoughts off.” Chad leaned down and tapped one ankle. She lifted her foot as he slid one strap up her calf. He did the same to the other side. Amy figured they could try every trick in the book to shut off her rampant thoughts, but it wasn’t going to work. At this point, it was all she could do to hide her uncertainty. This wasn’t going the way she expected. “As I was saying, along with your attire next Friday evening, Alec will make sure you’re adorned with his paint for the club scene afterward. We’ll be going to The Point.”

  Amy really was trying to listen to Chad, as well as curb her disappointment at not experiencing a flogging of some sort, but his hands nearing her body was distracting. He fastened the straps around her legs, making sure they fit snug against her inner thighs. When his finger ran inside her folds, Amy stopped breathing. It had happened so suddenly, without any warning, that the jolt of stimulation produced a creamy reaction in the very core of her pussy. He couldn’t have missed how dripping wet she was.

  “Legs farther apart.” Was it just her imagination or had Chad’s voice deepened? Her heartbeat was pounding against her eardrums. He’d told her to do something, hadn’t he? Yes, yes, he did. Amy shifted her feet, parting her legs farther and in the process, giving him even more access. He used two fingers to smear her juices over her engorged clit before parting her folds wide and settling the vibrator directly on the sensitive nub. “Where should your hands be?”

  Damn it! Chad was still talking when all she wanted to do was feel. How Amy managed to lift her hands up and link them behind her neck, she didn’t know. But when Chad placed his fingers onto her nipples and rolled the hardened pebbles, Amy let out a moan. How could she feel like this with only his fingers on her body?

  “Now be a good girl and let Alec capture this moment.”

  The second Chad released his hold on her nipples, Amy felt the vibrator start to move. It was a low setting, but at this point it didn’t matter. She felt
herself begin to climb that first wave, yet knew she would need something more. She watched as Chad stepped away, clearing the view for Alec. His green eyes deepened as they took in the sight of her, which only seemed to fuel her desire. He seemed to like what he saw.

  “Do you feel the heat of the light?” Chad’s voice dripped over her skin like honey, as the heat warmed every exposed inch of her skin. Amy closed her eyes, soaking in the sensations. “You must remember not to move.”

  Amy hadn’t realized her hips had been gyrating in a familiar rhythm, but how did they expect her to stay still? She opened her heavy lids, seeing Alec standing in front of her, his eyes glued to her pussy. What exactly did he see? She wanted him to see her displayed for him. She needed to show herself to both of them.

  “Answer me, angel. Do you feel the heat? Is it warming your body?”

  “Yes, Master,” Amy whispered, standing there and subjecting herself to their decision not to allow her to move. It seemed as if the vibrations were taking over her body. She bit her lip to keep from crying out.

  “More,” Alec demanded.

  “Ah, Sir Alec wants you to feel more.” More. She wanted more. She did. The vibrations became stronger. “Is your heart racing?”

  Amy tried to follow his questioning. She really did. But all she wanted to do was feel.

  “Angel, is your heart racing?”

  “Yes, Master,” Amy said, almost desperately. She wanted him to be quiet.

  “Feel everything—each breath you breathe, each beat of your heart, the grip of your fingers, the stance of your legs. You’re standing there, taking pleasure given by us.”

  The vibrations felt deeper. Amy felt every description he gave as if it were imbedded within her. She had no idea how long she stood there, but nothing had ever felt so right to her. Her body was like a sponge soaking up water that it had been deprived of for years. Everything around her had faded into nothing. The only thing that existed was the pleasure they were bestowing on her and the need for their approval. She didn’t move and just accepted. It was euphoric.

  Suddenly everything stopped. The heat disappeared.

  “Ah!” Amy cried out, her eyes flying open. Chad and Alec stood before her.

  “Very good, angel,” Chad said softly.

  “You didn’t think,” Alec interjected. “You felt. Good girl.”

  Amy breathed deeply, loving the approval that laced their tone. Her body still felt like it was on some precipice, ready to fall, but was now held just out of reach. Chad leaned down, taking the vibrator off of her clit. The loss of sensation was almost painful and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out.

  “I think that’s enough for tonight,” Chad said, standing and handing the toy to Alec. “I’ll tuck her in while you clean up.”

  “I think I’ll sketch for a bit. I still have some images that I need to get down.”

  It took a moment for what they were saying to register. The first thing that struck her was that they were not going to give her relief. Her body was so wired, even the air seemed to wind around her every nerve. When Chad swept her up into his arms, Amy couldn’t help but moan and wrap her arms tightly around his neck. The second point to register was that Alec wasn’t joining them. Why? She tried to focus, but her body was pulling her in a different direction.

  She didn’t hear the rest of the conversation, but instead felt Chad carry her through the apartment to the bedroom they had originally said was hers. She thought it odd, thinking they would want her to sleep with them, but had dismissed it. Now, as Chad laid her on the bed, Amy couldn’t help but wonder why.

  “Master, why am I to sleep here? And why didn’t you—”

  “Calling me Chad is fine when we’re not in a scene or engaged as a Dom and sub, angel.” He sat on the side of the bed and pulled the covers over her, as if he had he known a chill had settled in. “As for why you’re sleeping in your own room, we think it best until the annex of the contract comes through.”

  Amy had enough lucidity now to know he was talking about the clause that Ms. Van Camp had instituted in their contract. There was to be no intercourse within the first week, although they could commence with oral sex should they so desire. She was willing. Weren’t they?

  “Angel, we aren’t looking at this as a temporary thing. We’ve waited a long time to possess you. There’s no need to rush this.”

  “But—”

  “As for why you did not receive an orgasm, that is your punishment for Topping from the bottom earlier.” Chad tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. The tender affection from that gesture made her chest fill with something she’d never experienced. That had happened a lot today. Chad leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. “Let’s hope tomorrow goes better. Good night, angel.”

  “Good night,” Amy murmured, watching him leave.

  Chad had left the door open and for that, she was grateful. She hadn’t realized how exhausted she was and not just physically. She tried to run through the day’s events, but her mind started to shut down. Her last thought as she drifted off to sleep was that they had actually gotten her to feel instead of think. They had known what she’d needed. Amy smiled, trying to ignore her body’s need for relief, and snuggled deeper into her pillow. Tomorrow was a new day of possibilities.

  Chapter Four

  “You look like shit.”

  Alec was standing in the kitchen. He looked over his coffee mug to see Chad dressed in his usual business suit. That’s right, he thought. It was Saturday. Chad usually stopped by his art gallery and made sure things were running smoothly. Naughty images of what Alec could do to Amy while he was gone ran through his mind. That prompted a smile.

  “I’m feeling better,” Alec replied, taking another sip.

  “I bet you are,” Chad said, conceding his point and obviously knowing exactly where Alec’s train of thought had led. “I’ll be back this afternoon. She’s still sleeping, but after such an emotional roller coaster yesterday, it doesn’t surprise me. Hell, it looks like you could use a little more shut-eye yourself.”

  “I’m good,” Alec said, brushing off Chad’s concern. His friend always worried too much about his sleep habits. “What? I got a few hours. I’m fine for the day.”

  “No, you’re not.”

  “Don’t,” Alec warned, knowing exactly where Chad wanted to take this conversation. He took another sip of caffeine, hoping to fortify himself for the upcoming topic. “I’m fine. I told you that Amy was meant to be ours, and I believe it. But don’t try to make me feel things I can’t.”

  “You’re the one putting limits on what you can feel, otherwise you would have joined me in her room. Instead, you stayed in your studio.” Chad walked around him and reached into a cabinet to pull out a travel mug. Taking the carafe, he poured himself a hefty amount before replacing it on the burner. Securing the lid, Chad turned and leaned up against the counter beside him. Damn it, Alec hated when Chad got into one of his lecture modes. “We’ve known her for years, although I realize it was platonic. Now that she’s with us twenty-four seven for the next two months, it’s an easy slide downhill into developing a meaningful relationship, maybe even love. Just do me a favor and don’t shut her out. Ruby wouldn’t want that either.”

  “Love? She’s been here for less than twenty-four hours, so let’s hold off with that shit. I told you I’m good with having her as our permanent sub. That should be good enough for you, so don’t push me too hard. You ought to understand, considering we had the same upbringing. And don’t bring Ruby into this.”

  “Somewhere along the way, you derailed, friend.” Chad didn’t make a move to leave, making Alec antsy. He really didn’t want to have this conversation today. “As for you going to the lengths you did to make sure that Kennedy gave us a fair shake regarding Amy, that tells me you feel a connection. An emotional one that even you can’t deny. And speaking of Ruby, we need to stop by and see her.”

  “You’re pissing me off, Chad,” Alec
said irritated, draining his cup and purposefully not mentioning Ruby again. He would stop by her place this afternoon, just so he didn’t have to go when Chad did. The two of them ganging up on him wasn’t fair. “You’re not my therapist.”

  “You won’t go to a therapist,” Chad said, pointing out the obvious. “You’re not leaving me much choice, but hey, I’m a good enough psychiatrist in a pinch. I figure that picture of Amy last night ought to cover the costs.”

  Okay, Alec thought. That was funny. He gave a wry smile and stared into his empty cup. It was nice to know that his friend still had his back. It made him remember back when Chad had covered for his ass during their senior year.

  Alec had always been fascinated with sensual lines of a woman’s body and had painted a picture of the homecoming queen in all her glory, wearing nothing but her crown. What was her name? Mary Beth Wilkins, that was it.

  Alec had been discreet about it though, and had placed the crown directly over one of her breasts. He hadn’t seen anything wrong with the picture, and had even submitted it for the art competition that year. It wasn’t as if he’d painted her face, but Chad knew that her birthmark on her hip was plain as day and that her father was one of the judges. Chad had snuck into the school and switched out his painting with another one of his works, albeit a tamer vision of a woman’s back with her hair draped down her spine. With no distinguishing blemishes, even Chad didn’t know that it was their math teacher. Alec still had to pony up Mary Beth’s painting as payment for Chad ensuring that he didn’t get expelled, which ended up selling for forty-three thousand dollars. Chad started the art gallery with that money.