Game On (The Morgan Brothers Book 4) by Avery Gale Page B

dominance. He’d approached the study of becoming a sexual Dominant in the same way he learned anything else that interested him—complete immersion.
    During their long conversations, he and Mitch discovered they’d both been fascinated with the emotional gratification they felt when a submissive responded to what they could give them. The trust between a Dom and his sub becoming almost tangible during a scene. The power exchange fulfilled everyone involved, if it was handled right. He’d had vanilla sex, but had never found the same level of connection with a woman who wasn’t a submissive. If he wasn’t calling the shots in the bedroom, just wasn’t going to work. “What’s your safe word, sweet Athena?”
    “Red, Sir.” Her voice was already becoming airy, and Phoenix was pleased she was falling quickly into the perfect mindset for this part of the scene. He’d enjoyed their short journey back in time, but he hadn’t been sorry to cut that portion short in favor of getting back to the here and now. There was no doubt their audience was enjoying this portion more as well.
    “Perfect. Don’t forget you can also use yellow if you need a break. We’ll stop and talk it through, but I’m not promising we won’t continue. Do you understand?” Phoenix knew she was inexperienced in the lifestyle, but she’d spent enough time with Doms to recognize the shift in his tone.
    When she simply nodded, Mitch gave her ass a sharp swat, and she stuttered, “Yes, Sir. I understand.” The sweet tone of her voice sent a rush of blood straight to his cock. Damn, he hoped like hell he got through this without coming in his leathers like a horny, out of control teenager.
    Phoenix glanced to the side and caught a glimpse of a woman who reminded him of Caila Cooper despite the dark wig she was wearing. He did a double take, but she stepped behind the man she’d been talking to, putting her out of his view. Phoenix might not have gotten a good enough look to be sure it was his lifelong neighbor, but he’d gotten a good look at her clothing. As soon as he turned the scene over to Mitch, he’d signal Kip. It didn’t matter how much Kip protested, Phoenix knew his youngest brother was more interested in Calamity than he admitted.
    Returning his attention to Aspen, Phoenix trailed the soft strands of the flogger down the slope of her shoulder tracing invisible lines around the outer perimeter of each breast. The goosebumps that followed the leather strips let him know how wonderfully her body was responding to the stimulation. “Your skin is amazing. Soft and the most beautiful shade of ivory I’ve ever seen. I’m not sure Mother Nature has given us anything to match this magnificent shade.”
    Pulling the flogger away from where he’d been swirling it softly over her breasts, he smiled at Mitch before leaning down to run his tongue in slow circles around each nipple then blowing soft puffs of air over them. They drew up into impossibly tight peaks, and he smiled at their perfection. He couldn’t wait to clamp them, letting a fine gold chain strung with faceted gems dangle between the rose colored tips. Oh yeah, emeralds that matched her eyes would be perfect.
    “Let’s see how many shades of pink we can turn these beautiful breasts before you are begging us to let you come.” He’d already started the subtle lashes that she probably thought was nothing more than brushes of the leather strips. The goal was to build so gradually Aspen wasn’t aware of the shift in intensity, because despite what he’d told her, this wasn’t really a punishment—at least not in the traditional sense. She hadn’t agreed to be their sub, and there hadn’t been any discussion of rules prior to her evasion, so they had no real claim for punishment. But that didn’t mean they weren’t going to push the rule as far as they could and use it for their scene. She’d get the orgasm her body was already clamoring for—eventually. The entire