Sanctuary, Texas: My Dragon Masters Part 21

Pushing open a heavy wood-paneled door, I stepped into a palatial marble palace of a wash room. Biting my lip to keep from squealing like a five-year-old little girl, I tiptoed across the cool white marble floors. Nothing could keep me from running my fingertips along the edges of the milky marble counters and the bronze spigots. Two large mirrors had been placed on the wall above each sink. In the center of the room was a shower enclosed only by gla.s.s. A bath lay next to it, sunken into the floor.

It was amazing and I wanted nothing more than to strip naked and relax. We had nice washrooms in the palace of Orin when I'd lived there with Miles and Eli before ... but nothing compared to this.

I slipped from the loose clothing I wore and let it drop to the floor in a small pile. s.e.x could wait a little longer. I needed to take a bath first anyway. It only took a moment to figure out the handles on the large tub and soon I had it halfway full of steaming hot water.

But, before getting into that nice water, I needed to remove the unwanted hair from the rest of my body. I stepped into the open shower, waved my hands over my skin from the waist down, frosting every single one. The air I generated was so cold it crystalized the hairs and they just brushed right off, leaving every inch of me as smooth as the marble floors.

Shaking off the last bit of the frosted hair, I left the shower and climbed carefully down into the sunken bath. The hot water soothed my cold skin and I sighed, relaxing on a seat cut into the side of the bath. Leaning my head back against the rim, I closed my eyes and thanked the G.o.ds for getting me back to my mates.

It broke my heart to know I'd left a child back in Orin, but I needed Miles and Eli as much as they needed me. We were linked. Joined by the sacred bond of our people and we existed solely because of each other. When Drakonae mate, it is for life. Some couples are two. Some are three. I'd seen four brothers share one Drakonae female. But when the bond was forged, nothing would break it but death. And the death of one, brought on the human deaths of the others. It must've been terrifying to Miles and Eli, wondering day to day when and if the Incanti would choose to kill me. Choose to end Miles and Eli's human lives as well, turning them into vicious beasts without the aid of a human conscience to still their wrath.

I could only a.s.sume the Incanti preferred the long-term torture verses finishing us off completely.

It didn't matter now. I was here. They were here. We were safe from the Incanti for now.

"Diana?" Eli's voice called from the bedroom.

"In here," I answered, my voice echoing through the cavernous wash room.

He appeared in the doorway a moment later and smiled when he caught sight of me in the bath. He stalked forward, his gaze drifting down from my face. The water was clear and everything was visible. But, I wanted more than just a f.u.c.k. I wanted to play.

If he thought he was going to coax me out of this heavenly water for less than an adventure in this Castle's bas.e.m.e.nt, he was wrong.

"I see you didn't have any trouble with the bathroom fixtures." He sat down on the edge of the bath and slipped his hand beneath the surface of the water, drawing his fingers lightly along my satin-smooth calf.

"None at all." I flicked some water at his face and he scrunched his eyebrows.

"What was that for?"

"You looked dry."

He snorted a laugh and reached deeper into the bath.

I shrieked and slithered away to the other side, narrowly avoiding his fingers trying to slip between my legs. The d.a.m.n man was trying to feel inside me ... I glared up at his face.

He merely smirked and wiped his wet hand off on his shirt.

"I was just going to see if you were wet, love."

Sneaky b.a.s.t.a.r.d. I couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of my mouth.

"Where's Miles?" I asked, trying to change the subject and stall.

"I'm not enough for you?" He grinned, feigning hurt feelings.

He was more than enough. And if it weren't for the hot water keeping my skin in a constant blush, he'd know just how aroused I already was. My s.e.x ached and my b.r.e.a.s.t.s felt heavy. I wanted his hands on me. His mouth on mine. But I had to control my need. I wanted to play.

Not that I wouldn't be perfectly delighted with a romp in Miles or Eli's bed, but I wanted to experience something they had been enjoying for a good many years without me. The way Calliope had described the submissive role made my insides throb. I wanted to have that experience and I wanted Miles and Eli to know that I was interested in exploring that lifestyle with them. At least in the bedroom. Bossing me around elsewhere was never going to fly. It never had.

"You are more than enough, my love," I drawled out slowly. "But I would really like a tour of your Dungeon this evening."

Heat filled the air in the washroom, creating a thick steam around the tub. His eyes widened in surprise, and I heard a pleased rumble deep in his throat, rolling upward until the air around us vibrated with a sound that could only be likened to a purr.

"Do you know what the dungeon is for? Who told y-" He paused for a second. "Never mind, I know a pretty siren who likes to gossip."

"So you'll show me?"

"You would be required to follow our commands ... explicitly," Miles voice sliced through the steamy air. My skin tingled from head to foot with excitement as he stepped into the bathroom.

I turned toward him in the doorway and nodded. "I will."

The tone of his voice made my legs feel like pudding. I couldn't wait to see what else he might have in store for me.

"Stand," Miles said, using the same commanding tone. His eyes darkened as flecks of brilliant orange flashed in his honey-brown pupils.

I did as he asked without hesitation, only somewhat aware that I was stark naked and dripping wet. It wasn't like they hadn't seen every inch of me before.

"Good girl," Miles said.

There was something about the way he praised me that sent heat searing through my body, flushing me pink from head to foot for sure.

"I think she likes your Dom voice," Eli chuckled, rising from the ledge of the tub. He held out a hand.

I took Eli's outstretched hand and climbed the stairs out of the sunken tub back to the marble floor of the washroom. Water was still running down my body from my hair, and I was making quite the mess.

Miles walked forward, grabbing a towel from a rack near the doorway. Eli stepped back and I reached out to take the towel, but Miles shook his head. Dropping my arms back to my sides, I stood still as Miles dabbed and rubbed my body from head to toe, paying special attention to both b.r.e.a.s.t.s and the bits between my legs.

"Your p.u.s.s.y smells so sweet. Let's see if you taste as good as you smell." He tossed the damp towel to Eli and rand a hand over my shivering stomach. His fingers splayed wide over my hip and slid lower and lower until he dipped a finger between my legs. I sucked in a quick breath as he entered me and rubbed across that tender bud at the top of my slit. He pulled his finger back and I could see my juices glistening on it. A moment later his finger was in his mouth and he was growling, a look of pleasure covering his face.

"How does she taste?" Eli's voice interrupted my trance-like focus on the top of Miles' head.

"Sweeter than Rose's sticky buns."

Pleasure rose through me like a rushing wave at his approval. I knew how to have s.e.x -really well. But this was different. The tone of voice. The command. It was a high I could become addicted to.

Eli disappeared into a closet I'd not noticed yet. He came back with a satin robe and handed it to me. "Put this on. Say, "yes Master" when we command you."

"Y-yes, Master." The formality was strange, but I was willing to play along.

"Good girl." Eli's voice was warmer than Miles, but still held the same raw power that made every bit of me tingle with excitement like I had when Miles first told me to stand.

I slipped on the robe and tied the attached sash around my waist. The silky fabric fluttered around my thighs, barely long enough to cover my knees. I was covered, but as transparent as the piece of clothing was, I might as well have still been naked. Surely they planned to allow me to dress. This couldn't be the only thing they were going to let me wear?

Miles moved first, exiting the bathroom with an eagerness that was contagious. Eli gestured for me to follow and then he walked behind me. The marble floors were cold beneath my bare feet-not that it bothered me. I liked the cold. I couldn't feel much of anything except the energy building inside me and the heat rolling off both of my mates in waves. Warmth pooled between my legs as we walked and my nipples pebbled against the slight brush of the satin.

I smiled as we turned and left Miles' room and entered the grand hallway. They really weren't going to let me put anything else on.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN.

DIANA.

The sun was setting as we walked down a set of stairs to the ground level of the fortress. It was dim, but not difficult to see with my Drakonae vision. I wondered how hard it was for the Sisters to get around in the low light, but for the most part I hadn't seen much of them. Though with the attack, Miles and Eli probably had them stay hidden.

"Too many questions in your mind, Diana. Don't think right now," Eli said, his voice deep and smooth as the satin fabric of the tiny robe I wore.

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Feel," Miles replied, his voice carrying clearly over his shoulder.

We walked past a lush courtyard, filled with waving flowers and shrubs. Several small buildings sat amongst the pathways that curled through the garden. The sweet scent of jasmine floated on the evening air and I took a deep breath. Trying to let everything fall away, just as they were asking.

We came to a set of solid double doors and Miles knocked four times and then stepped back. I wanted to ask why he was knocking on a door in his own home, but thought better of it and bit my bottom lip instead. A small part.i.tion in the top of the door opened, no bigger than an egg. A few words were exchanged with a woman on the other side before the door on the right swung open.

A tall woman with blue hair the color of Eira's eyes opened the door. She wore the tightest leather pants I'd ever seen and a top that had been cut to cover only the necessary parts. It too was made from black leather. A riding crop hung from a latch at her waist and she held some sort of paper pad in her arms.

"Good evening." She stepped aside, bowing slightly as she gestured for us to enter.

I followed Miles and paused at his side in a well-lit entry. The floors and walls were stone, but the ceilings were beautifully carved wood beams and arched to make the room appear larger.

"Evening, Seely. How is the crowd tonight? Any hiccups we need to address before we disappear with our sub."

The word sub made my heart do a pitter-patter and I did my best to keep from smiling from ear to ear. It was difficult. I loved the idea of giving up control. Letting them tell me exactly how our lovemaking would progress. Just the idea of it, put my mind at ease. Everything else around me was a mess, but I knew that s.e.x with my husbands would be good, no matter how they chose to go about it. I liked that I didn't have to make any choices. I could just ... let go ... and do as they said.

"Nope, everything is running smoother than mola.s.ses. We have four guests in the main hall tonight running scenes, three in the lower dungeon, and two in private rooms. All are repeat visitors and well-loved by the Sisters. We do have one contract completion this evening and it's her first, so I've got several Sisters in the wings to take her afterward and make sure she is settled once he checks out for the night."

I listened. Fascinated and confused by the entire conversation. Now wasn't the time to ask questions. Eli had already warned me to let everything go and to try to just feel. I tried to honor that request. There would be plenty of time to pick their brains about the Sisters and the club later.

"You run a tight ship, Seely. Thank you," said Miles.

Eli closed the door behind him and turned. "Have you had to whip anyone lately?"

The woman's face split into a stunning smile and she flashed bright white teeth. Her blue hair rippled in the soft light and she patted the crop hanging from her waist. "Not for a while. But, I've been propositioned by more than one man to punish them. Did you know Master Carter was a switch? Nearly turned my hair pink when he offered to bend over and let me whip his a.s.s."

Eli laughed and shook his head. "That actually doesn't surprise me at all."

"Is the black room available tonight?" Miles asked.

The woman they'd called Seely looked down at her pad. "Yes, black is open." She reached into the pouch hanging next to the crop and withdrew a small key attached to a shiny black disk. She placed the key into his outstretched hand and bowed subtly before sauntering off to attend to something else.

My mates turned to face me and Eli crooked a finger, motioning me to follow.

I took a deep breath and followed him, this time Miles followed behind me. He was so close, I could feel his warm breath on my shoulder.

"Are you ready to have your mind blown?" he whispered over my shoulder. "This is how Eli and I have learned to cope with the cage of being unable to shift. I think you will like it, Love."

My heart raced in my chest and my legs threatened to give way. I was so wet between my legs, even I could smell my arousal. If he'd asked me to turn around right here in the hall and suck him off, I would've.

"Answer him, subbie," Eli said from ahead of me.

"Yes, Master." I spoke the words, but they were no louder than a whisper.

"Speak clearly," Miles commanded.

"Yes, Master," I repeated, this time louder and clearer.

"Good girl," Miles praised.

They were two words that should've made me feel irritated. I wasn't a pet or a child, but the tone of voice used to speak those two words to me made every difference. Instead of resentment, I felt desire, pleasure, and excitement. Heat coursed through me, warming my body from head to foot. I was so pale. The slightest blush would show on my skin. I knew I had to be pink from my bare legs to my face.

We walked quietly through a large hall with several couples engaging in a variety of activities, from spanking to rope bindings. People were having s.e.x out in the open, in view of whomever walked by. It was a strange atmosphere. Dark floors, dark walls, and music unlike anything I'd ever heard, pumped from the ceilings of the room-a hard beat, animalistic and sensual at the same time.

Everything was controlled, though. Discipline and decisiveness were like perfume in the air. Every move by the people around me was made with precision. Every breath. Every stroke of whatever implement they were using was being done with the utmost care and concern. Even those persons causing a great deal of pain to their partner, never lost focus.

It was amazing to see the couples going through various activities together. I could understand the appeal it held for my husbands. Without the ability to shift and allow our dragon some s.p.a.ce, we would become restless and angry. This exchange of power and of restraint would be essential to maintaining control over the beast within.

Eli stopped at a black door, inserted the key, and opened it. He walked in first and I followed, not quite prepared for everything I saw.

My feet stopped moving and I stared. Strange contraptions I'd never seen before were spread around the edges of the room. Whips and paddles and other instruments I had no names for decorated the walls like art. The floor was padded black carpet and at the back of the room a large bed wrapped in black sheets looked inviting.

A tap on my shoulder reminded me Miles was still behind me.

"Inside, love. We'll not be putting on a show for anyone."

I took a few more steps and he closed the door behind us.

Eli moved around the room, pulling several items from the wall and then pushed some lighted spots on the wall. An unfamiliar grinding noise echoed through the s.p.a.ce as several different chains and bars lowered from the ceiling.

Fascination wouldn't let me look away. He attached some leather straps to several places on the bars and I shivered as a bolt of excitement skittered down my spine. It looked like a harness that would suspend me in the air.

"Take off the robe, fold it, and place it on the table behind you," Miles said, walking around me to join Eli at the contraption in the center of the room.

I did as told, keeping my eyes on both men the entire time. Cool air rushed over my naked body, raising gooseflesh on my skin from head to foot. I shivered and flipped my long white-blonde hair over my shoulder. My chest heaved up and down as excitement built within me. I wanted them so badly; my arousal was dripping down the inside of my thighs. Licking my lips, I took a step toward them, then paused, not sure what they wanted me to do next.

"Come." Miles' voice was deep and commanding. It was just one word, but I knew it was just the beginning of the experience.

Moving swiftly across the room, I stopped and stood between Miles and Eli.

"Any time you feel uncomfortable, say the word "yellow". We will slow down and talk about the experience before proceeding. If something completely overwhelms you use the safe word "red". Everything stops if you say "red" so be very sure before using it. Do you understand?" Eli asked, using a finger to lift my chin. He held eye contact with me until I answered.

"Yes," I answered, nodding.

Miles and Eli guided my arms between several loose straps and made sure my b.r.e.a.s.t.s fit between to thicker straps that would support my chest and torso once suspended.