She look around the room, shadows dance from the low lights. Her eyes fall across the three men. Reece, Ian and Parker, all smiled back, a wicked tilt to their mouths. The iPod glowed in Ian's hands, his thumb scrolling across the screen, causing music to blossom in the air. Parker lit candles in a jar with a long match, while Reece sprawled across the low leather club chair next to the fireplace.
All of them were handsome and sexy as hell. Desire ran open across their faces. Her inside flipped, running from nervousness to fear to excitement again, in a never ending circular pattern. What would it like to have them inside her? Would it be too much to handle or simply incredible? What would it be like to feel their hands on her, playing with her until she begged to feel them. The various scenarios played across her mind, but she wasn't sure she could initiate the conversation. The fear of all those voices she worked to put to rest, sat ready to pounce. It was as plain as the mask she presented, cold on the outside but far more wild on the inside- if she could just get over the internal hurdles, but just thinking about it made her incredibly hot.
Making her way across the floor, Atlas worked to be nonchalant about the scene unfolding in front of her. She'd been around men in so many situations, but this one felt different.
"You're overthinking, as usual, my dear," Reece's baritone voice rumbles, grabbing her attention.
Her whole body tightened and tingled. His tone had dropped into the dominant range, grabbing her attention, while she tried acting like it didn't have an effect.
Ian chuckled. "Looks like you're losing your touch Reece," he said, watching Atlas walk across the room.
"I don't think so," Reece grinned.
Atlas's head snapped around and glared at Reece. His eyes hardened a bit.
"Looks like someone needs a lesson in relaxation and a bit of submission." Reece's voice dropped to a near whisper, and Atlas's breath caught in her throat. "Those thoughts in your head have you spinning. The expression on your face tells me you are thinking far too hard."
"She does look a bit worried," Parker drawled from behind the couch.
"Boys, we are all dominants here. That's quite enough of the mind games." Atlas said rolling her eye.
Reece lifted himself out of the chair and stood in front of her so fast it almost seemed he'd moved with only his thoughts. His hands pinned her arms to her side.
"Except one of us has accepted submission to me," he whispered against her ear.
Her body froze. Excitement zinged through her body and she felt the heat between her legs increase.
"Now, pet, let's make sure you remember who you are in this setting," his breath grazed across her ear, his lips dragging slowing across her temple. "Just because you're a professional, doesn't mean you get to top from the bottom when you are with me," Reece said firmly.
She nodded and swallowed. It has been so long since she'd simply let go and trust another person to take the helm for a bit. She felt like a naive newbie. For all of her experience, nothing prepared her to be on the receiving side of this level of attention.
Reece spun her around to face him, his piercing stare holding her in place. "Just let go Atlas. We've got you. We all want to be here. We all desire to be here."
His mouth crashed down on her lips, not waiting for her acknowledgement or reply. The moment his mouth made contact, Atlas' eyes drifted closed. A long, deep moan escaped into his mouth. He swept his tongue across her lips, pushing deeper inside, exploring and teasing her and she relaxed in his arms. It was demanding, caring, hot and wanting. She never wanted him to stop.
He pulled away and Atlas whimpered softly.
"Now that is a much better state of mind," he said with a grin.
Atlas frowned slightly.
"Soon we will put you in such a fog of lust and desire, you'll forget all about the thoughts in your head," Reece said softly.
She wanted to believe him. He'd already stoked the fire of her arousal in a way she seldom experienced. Normally she controlled the action, telling her submissive what to do or what not to do. This was so entirely different.
Atlas felt Reece's gaze knowing the internal battle warred across her face. As though he knew exactly when she'd finally given into letting go of control, the thrust his finger into edge of her pants and down past her panties. His finger curled through her soaking slit. Her mouth closed in a tight line but it couldn't contain the moan just behind her lips.
Her face heated with a combination of embarrassment and lust, as she turned her face into her shoulder.
"No, Atlas," Reece's firm voice pulled her attention, "eyes on me."
She swallowed hard and turned her head to stare up into Reece's eyes. His dark look carried an understanding in his eyes, as though he knew she was struggling to accept and open to him more than she had before. It was both comforting and unnerving to have someone's attention and be so open to the observation of the three men in the room.
His finger continued to caress her labia, sweeping occasionally across her clit. She whimpered, and watched a satisfied smile crossed Reece's face, as brought his fingers up to his mouth, licking her off of them.
Reece nodded across the room. The shuffle of footstep echoed across the walls, as she tried to look over her shoulder.
"Eyes on me," his firm command grabbed her attention and she swung her head around to meet his gaze. "Do it again, and I'll remind you the hard way who is in charge."
"Hands up," Reece commanded.
Instantly she replied, putting her hands above her head. A set of hands lifted her shirt over her head, while another unbuttoned her pants, sending them to the floor. A slight tap against her ankle made her raise her foot, stepping out of the pants leg.
"Step back into your heels," he said. She felt a hand help her feet back into the four inch stilettos.
Once her clothes were divested from her body, the hands returned to unclip her bra and remove her panties.
"Very nice," Ian's said against her shoulder, pushing her bra straps down slowly off her arms. When he reached her bent elbows he stopped. Atlas looked down at her naked form, surrounded by the three clothed men.
"Atlas. Look at me," Reece commanded again, as a sharp sting lit across her ass. The pain bloomed and then settled. Her eyes flying up to meet his dark, intense gaze and melting more of the handle she had on her own control. Her arms lowered, letting the bra fall to the floor.
