The First Order [Safeword LLC 1] (Siren Publishing Sensations) by Peyton Elizabeth

how you please us. But always know this—your physical appearance is beyond what we could have hoped for. Your hair is like blonde silk with a hint of strawberries, whereas your eyes are the color of their leaves. Your face is heart shaped with luscious lips just begging to be kissed. You have a neck of a swan and move with the same grace as one gliding through the water toward its mate. As for your body, Becca, your curves are voluptuous and display your sexuality with every step you take. Your skin is the color of pure cream. You are a vision to the both of us, I assure you. And I plan to prove it to you.”
    The cute frown that marred Becca’s face deepened as her eyes voiced her question of how. Ross’s cock was still hard and the picture he just painted with his words didn’t help matters. He wasn’t going to find relief tonight, but this exploration of her beauty wasn’t about seeking release—it was to instill the confidence she would need to endure the sexual promise he and Lane had given.
    “Rebecca, your first lesson is about to begin.”

Chapter Seven
     
    “Undress. Slowly.”
    Rebecca stood trembling in front of a stand-up swivel mirror surrounded by dark cherrywood. Ross ordered her to position herself in the middle of the living room. While she waited for his return, Becca couldn’t help but feel the material of her dress brushing against her nipples. She glanced down and saw they were hardened into tiny pebbles. The central air inside the apartment traveled up the inside of her thigh, causing her to feel the moisture from her pussy that slowly made its way down the inside of her thighs. She had been grateful that he had dimmed the lights, until he had rolled the mirror directly in front of her. No amount of shadows could hide the curves her body possessed. Becca realized that this must be what they referred to as a scene, but she felt very vulnerable being so out in the open.
    “While you slowly strip, I will go over a few ground rules. The list will grow as your time with us lengthens. You will not hesitate once given direction, Rebecca.” Ross placed himself beside the tall mirror and crossed his arms, raising one brow. It was his way of warning her that she was stretching his patience with the first rule. Becca slowly brought her hand up to the knot at the side of her wraparound dress. She didn’t want to break any of his rules and risk him not thinking she was worthy of his time. “Some Dominants prefer that their submissive avert their eyes in their presence. We do not. Your eyes are so very expressive. It is very important that we are able to read your reactions to our directions. Lane and I prefer that you maintain eye contact with us, unless instructed otherwise as I am about to do. Watch your hands in the mirror as they remove your dress, Rebecca. Next, you are to refer to us as Sir when we are in a scene, and are only permitted to speak when spoken to.”
    Rebecca immediately looked at her hands as they loosened the fabric bundled at her waist. A shot of pride traveled through her, as she didn’t hesitate. Had that pleased him? Ross’s words seemed to be caressing her body with a sensual, warm touch as they left his mouth. Each rule that he stipulated produced a throbbing deep in her core. Why was that?
    “If you fail to follow these rules, you will be subjected to any punishment that we see fit. You will have no say in the matter, Rebecca,” Ross said, his tone hardening. Becca recognized that he used her given name when instructing her or when he expressed disappointment in her. She would much rather have him use Becca when he addressed her. It already made her feel like she was being rewarded. The approval and intimacy that it referred to was comforting. “You were given two safe words. One is to be used between us in any given scene and it is my understanding that you used the most common among submissives. Please repeat it for me.”
    “Red.” Becca slipped her hand