Lilly chewed her bottom lip and looked around the baseball stadium with a slight frown. Artificial lights extended the already lengthened summer day, and the night air remained noticeably muggy with just the slightest of breezes, but devoted fans stayed to end to witness a victory while a few others just wanted the free concert and fireworks that followed the game. Children ran up and down the concrete steps stained with months' worth of sticky beer and soda spills while popcorn and the occasional dropped pizza crust filled out the corners of every row.
The field and matching dugouts held some of the best professional ballplayers in the league. Deeply tanned and muscular, the men were in the prime of their life in every way imaginable and the sight of their hard bodies brought a small quiver to Lilly's excited body, but raw nerves fought their way to the surface and fed the undeniable ache that stubbornly burned between her legs.
Sitting in the dugout of a professional baseball team should have been an easy treat. The guys teased and taunted her like brothers, and the coach smiled her way indulgently. When Kyle Stewart returned to the pitcher's mound at the top of the ninth inning, he gave her ass a smart slap, and a steady smirk was hidden deep in his dark brown eyes. His clear message caught the tip of her anxiety but before she could acknowledge, third baseman William DeVry balanced the sting on her other butt cheek with a flat palm of his own.
The tingles in her core haunted her internal electrical circuit, and she registered the real purpose of her hot June evening and the foundation of her stress.
Born into a family of wealth and privilege, twenty five year old Lilly had already achieved degrees from Harvard, Columbia, and Stanford, but her father had finally declared it was time to come home and work for the family's multimillion dollar pharmaceutical company. Her cold, distant parent was not used to refusals, but Lilly had talked him into a few final months of summer relaxation to visit friends out West.
Reality, however, was very different. Lilly simply couldn't stand the thought of working for her family, but failed to find the argument to make her point. A future locked into the same life as her controlling father, aunts, uncles, cousins, and sisters made her physically ill. They suffocated her from every angle and sucked the life out of her very vivacious and capable personality.
Under the guise of perfectly respectable companions, Lilly simply rented a car by herself in San Francisco and had spent a month exploring the country in an act of reticent rebellion. The cool temperatures of northern California gave way to the winding roads of the redwoods and finally the blistering heat of the California valleys. From there she turned north to Oregon to visit the crisp cleanliness of Crater Lake and even spent a few days in the bustling city of Portland before she headed out again in a desperate attempt to experience as much as possible before the demands of her past called her home.
Dread followed her from town to village, carnival to county fair, crowded lake fronts to serene national parks. With each overnight, she envisioned herself a resident of whatever municipality she was in and imagined a life far away from the corporate America that represented the cornerstone of her family's existence. Small neighborhood houses on quiet streets encouraged her imagination to decorate the spaces with refinished treasures, a sharp contrast to the professionals who redid her parent's multiple homes every few years. Too soon, however, the barrage of cell phone messages, emails, and texts pulled her back to the harsh reality that awaited her in Boston.
The bar was an easy find. The country music and crispy cold beer gave her the chance to pretend for a moment that she controlled her own future. She wore a t-shirt her mother would have hated and expensive designer jeans with a killer pair of high heeled sandals that exhibited her long legs. She knew she was pretty, and enjoyed the innocent attention in the safety of the public location.
She noticed the men before they moved. Their contrasting good looks were hard to ignore; tall dark and solid blond faced her with bodies of steel and noticeable strength. In simultaneous movement, they came in her direction, and she sat a little straighter to meet their gaze. With a small sense of superiority, she registered their surprise when they caught sight of the brilliant green eyes that accented the reddish, chestnut colored hair, but control over the situation quickly dissipated when they stared into her soul. Their mood was light and exchange was simple, but the dominance that was an extension of their power set her back into her seat. She wiggled under the pressure of their joint persona with an awakening to her pussy, and the men exchanged a knowing look.
The blond spoke first, "I'm William DeVry and this is my friend, Kyle Stewart."
Kyle finished, "Can we sit?" His words spoke of a request, but his tone already knew the answer.
The perfection of their bodies was explained as both were employed by the local baseball team, and they had a rare summer night off. They chatted about their past for a long while before the warm night breeze drew them to the crowded deck. Brightly colored electric lanterns gave off a casually fun atmosphere, and the band fed off the electricity of the crowd. Lilly listened carefully, but the ache between her legs would clearly dictate her evening. She just didn't know which one of the perfect bodies she wanted to follow into the night.
William made it easier, "We like you Lilly. How about joining us for a few weeks. Nothing serious. Just a summertime fling. Come on the road with us, stay as long as you want. We'll have a blast."
Kyle continued, "We aren't into vanilla. We like to share our little pet with each other and sometimes join the big scenes with crowds, but we'll respect your safe words and your checklist."
Dark, sexy novels were a hidden passion, and her brain recognized the meaning of his words but they spoke so simply that it took a moment for her body to register its physical reaction. Her hidden ache grew to a full blown arousal accompanied by an undeniable blush, and she fought the urge to move her hands between her legs.
Kyle looked at her carefully, "Do you have any experience with BDSM, pet?" The thought of being this man's pet caused her body to visibly shudder as she imagined collars, leashes, and maybe even a small cage where she tucked away between rounds in their bed.
She considered a lie, but William's next words bore deeply into her soul. "Don't lie to us, Lilly. We can handle it either way. Experience is great, but we like to train our own little toys, too."
She wasn't a virgin by any stretch, but her experiences were safe, respectable, and incredibly boring with boyfriends who held country club memberships and wore conservative golf shirts as simple extensions of her parent's lifestyle. The idea of a hot summer fling described as the polar opposite of her own past ignited an unrecognized desire, but she was incapable of speech. She looked to the condensation on her beer bottle and simply shook her head.
Kyle saw the indecision and took her chin to force the gaze to his own eyes. "Let me give you some telephone numbers, Lilly. We've had other pets, and there is a good BDSM following around here that can give us recommendations. Make a few phone calls, think about it. If you want to give it a try, call me tomorrow, and we can meet." His last words filled her imagination while he added, "It's just some honest fun, little girl."
To guarantee her safety, they insisted on walking her to the parking lot, and she enjoyed the attention of their combined strength. But before they tucked her inside the rental car, William took her into his arms for a hug that demanded her concession. She offered no objection when his hands slid to cup her bottom and pull her closer to his clearly ready cock.
She had always loved the feel of a man's hand connecting the nerves on her ass, and his strong grip grabbed it possessively for an extra spark. "I'd love to see what you have under that t-shirt, Lilly. I hope you'll come." Turned toward her car, he gave her ass a hard smack, and she gasped as the trickle of moisture filled her tight jeans and provided a small release from her growing tension. The sting gave way to a quick warmth, and Lilly gave a second dramatic involuntary shiver.
Kyle laughed, "I think she liked that Will. Wouldn't you love to get her back to our place and play with her?" Without waiting for a response, he held the door open and buckled her into the seat belt. "We take care of our girl, Lilly." It took her a full minute before she could turn the key in the ignition.
Lilly wasn't stupid. She made her phone calls, and received messages of trust, safety, and experience that reflected nothing but encouragement and positive support. By the time she was done, sleep was impossible. In an attempt to ease her ache, Lilly turned the air conditioner down and hoped the frigid room temperature would release her internal heat, but the pitiful effort was futile. She considered her own hand, but it was clearly a practice that made her uncomfortable and gave up after a few failed attempts at intrusion through the safety of her panties.
By morning, she called Kyle, "One night. I'll give it one night. If it works out, I'll move in for the summer. If not, I get in my car and drive away and you never hear from me again."
Kyle laughed out loud, "You won't regret it. Let's meet for lunch to go over the details. You can come to the game tonight, and we can start right after."
