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musk and sandalwood carried in the air as I breezed by. He smelled virile and erotic. My stomach swirled as I inhaled deeply, wanting to imprint his exquisite scent to memory, to etch it to my soul and balefully merge him with the other unattainable Dominants long past. My face burned in shame, commensurate to the fiery sexual hunger blazing in my veins.
    “Why not?” he asked as he followed me into the room.
    Placing the ice bucket on the nightstand with a heavy thud, I turned and in a bold un-submissive move, I glared into his eyes. I’d already inflicted all the damage I could ever do to the whole situation. I had nothing left to lose. “Why not what, Sir?” The tone of my voice was fraught with impatience and disgust.
    “Why no owner, girl? Besides your recalcitrant mouth, which alone proves you need a strong Dominant to keep you under his thumb. You intrigue me, Emerald.” Standing much too close, his warm breath wafting over my lips, shards of lightning ignited up my spine. “Tell me why you have no owner, girl?”
    “I...I...” I was attempting to find a reason as Drake entered the room carrying Trevor in his massive, bulging arms.
    “Emerald?” His voice held a tone of concern.
    Feeling like a teen caught by a father necking with her date on the front porch, I stepped away from Jordon. “Everything’s ready, Sir.” I nodded and swallowed tightly as I followed Drake to the bed.
    “Are you all right?” Drake asked as he laid Trevor upon the mattress. His boy’s back and ass were covered in a patchwork of wicked, red welts. Trevor whimpered as he curled into a fetal position.
    “Yes, Sir. I’m fine.” I nodded, though I had no idea where my sudden bravery came from. Maybe it was simply having Drake in the room, knowing the imposing Daddy Dom was there and had my back. For whatever reason, I felt a wave of relief wash over me.
    “May I please comfort?”
    “You may.” Drake nodded solemnly then turned his attention toward Jordon.
    I turned and climbed onto the bed. Peeking over my shoulder, I saw a look of unease settle upon Drake’s face.
    “Is there something I can help you with Jordon?” His tone was strangely reminiscent of a reprimanding father. I smiled.
    “No. I was simply talking to Emerald while she prepared for your arrival.” That calm and carefree demeanor had returned. He flipped it on and off like a light switch, which I thought was strange. I suspected it was probably some bizarre form of Dom posturing.
    “Ahhh, I see. You’re more than welcome to watch her comfort my boy if you’d like,” Drake invited.
    “Thank you. I’d enjoy that very much.”
    I sensed the two men approaching as I crawled alongside Trevor. Holding a bottle of water and a piece of chocolate in hand, I knelt next to him. Softly caressing his peaceful face, I smiled. He was flying high in his subspace. I’d never experienced it before, but an ache to be floating right alongside him filled me. Swallowing back the tightness in my throat, I opened the water.
    “Take a drink sweetheart,” I whispered in Trevor’s ear. His pathetic whimper brought a smile to my lips. “Shhh. It’s just me baby. Let me help you. Come on honey, take a drink.”
    Placing my arm behind his neck, I eased his head until his lips met the bottle’s rim. Softly murmuring, I coaxed as he guzzled the water. A quick nod of his head indicated he’d had enough. Sealing up the water, I placed a piece of chocolate against his lips. “Here’s some sweet.”
    Trevor moaned as he savored the milky brown square. “Thank you,” he whispered.
    I smiled and lightly threaded my fingers through his sweaty, tangled hair. Leaning forward, I peppered the side of his face with gentle kisses. He groaned and turned for a kiss on the lips. Suddenly, Drake’s firm hand was gripped in my auburn curls, and with a brutal yank, he pulled me away from Trevor’s mouth.
    My nipples shriveled, my juices flowed, and my clit screamed. Tiny whimpers filled