With This Collar by Sierra Cartwright Page A

when Marcus had touched her for the first time. These men were powerful, as untamed as the mountains surrounding them.
    “Thank you.” Aware of Marcus’ gaze on her, she resisted the temptation to cover up.
    “Master Marcus tells me you’re going to use one of the private rooms?”
    She looked at Marcus again.
    “You’re free to call him Sir, if that’s more comfortable,” Marcus told her. He gripped her shoulder, lightly, reassuringly. “And please do answer all of his questions.”
    She exhaled a shaky breath. “I didn’t know we were going to use a private room.” She tipped her head back, striving for the confidence she exuded during a departmental meeting. “But Marcus…” She stopped herself, then continued, “But I did know that I…” Bravado failed.
    “Our alluring sub is trying to say that her behaviour has earned her a punishment,” Marcus supplied.
    She was very aware of both men looking at her, eyebrows raised. Was there a Dom school or something?
    “Indeed?” Master Damien asked. “For what?”
    “I… I didn’t keep my…” She dropped her head, grateful that her hair fell forward to hide her embarrassment.
    “Julia,” Marcus said, the word sharp, commanding.
    Every part of her wanted—ridiculously—to please this man.
    She tipped back her head and met Master Damien’s gaze as if they were business equals. “Master Marcus told me to keep my hands behind my back while he…” She faltered, but recovered. “Brought me to orgasm. I didn’t.”
    Damien’s eyes seemed to twinkle. He was obviously enjoying this as much as Marcus was.
    “Did he offer to bind your arms?”
    “Yes, Sir,” he did.
    “Ah. Do you have a safe word?”
    “Red and yellow, Sir. Green means everything is okay.”
    “And you know you can use those safe words to get out of your punishment?”
    Part of her couldn’t believe they were having this conversation. And yet, since both men were at ease, the discussion was natural.
    “Julia?” Marcus prompted.
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “And yet you’re choosing to go through with this?” Damien asked.
    She looked at Marcus. Master Marcus. His hands were big, and they were capable of giving her much, much pleasure. He radiated vitality and it affected her on a deeply feminine level. She didn’t question her attraction or desire, or their rightness, or what they meant to her thoughts on equality between the sexes. She only knew she wanted to experience everything possible this evening. She might never be this brave—or foolish—again. “Yes,” she said.
    “The house also has a safe word,” Damien told her. “ Halt. Gregorio or I will immediately put a stop to any scene if you use that word. No questions asked. No repercussions from any Dom.”
    “Thank you,” she said.
    “Enjoy your experience.” He bowed rather formally before moving off.
    “Shall we?” Marcus asked.
    She nodded. When he silently regarded her, she said, “Yes.”
    “You’re doing well, Julia.”
    He turned then started down the hallway, and she followed.
    “Wait here,” he said, stopping to look behind a room divider.
    She heard moans and whimpers. Despite her sudden trepidation, she was oddly fascinated.
    A few moments later, he shook his head.
    He continued on wordlessly and checked out another space. “We may watch. But I’m debating whether I should let you or not.”
    “Why?”
    “This couple has been together several years. There’s a lot of trust, but the sub is a bit of an extreme player. It may be a bit much for you.”
    Her heart jammed its next two beats together. “I’m willing to try.”
    He hesitated a moment before giving a quick nod. “Please remain quiet and do not disturb the scene. If it’s too much, I want you to let me know by shrugging.”
    She followed him behind the partition. He indicated she should stand in front of him, and, when she did, he placed his hands on her shoulders. His touch was reassuring, and she was glad they’d arranged for a way