Knowing the Ropes by Teresa Noelle Roberts Page A

“Virtual collar. Remember what we talked about?”
    She tried to think through her panic. Was this something to protest, to safe-word?
    Her brain was sorting through it all, weighing modesty and embarrassment and political correctness and where this fairly innocuous order might lead, and whether she really enjoyed this kind of being told what to do in the first place.
    Her body had its own views, which were much less complicated and much less concerned with social niceties, political correctness or even common sense.
    Her body informed her, with a surge of lust, that she wanted to kiss Alison again. In fact, her body thought doing more than kissing Alison sounded pretty exciting. Those ghosted rings were terribly sexy, and that complex tattoo had drawn Selene’s eye and her heated imagination more than once during the party. Did it extend all the way down to her mound, like it appeared to? She’d certainly wondered before—she’d be willing to bet most women, no matter how straight, had—how another woman would taste, how her soft skin would feel under her hands. This might be her chance to find out.
    And her body informed her even more strongly that she wanted to kiss Alison because Nick wanted her to. It was a damn fine idea on its own merits but made irresistible by Nick’s wish, Nick’s desire.
    She rose, met Alison halfway.
    Alison smelled vaguely of chlorine and sunscreen, and her kiss tasted of Pinot Grigio, which she’d been sipping instead of margaritas or beer, and she twined around Selene like an affectionate cat.
    The men watched quietly, but Selene was acutely conscious of Nick’s fierce blue gaze and Garth’s dark one. What had felt natural when she and Alison were alone together now felt awkward, like a performance—and the part of Selene that had reveled in being made to come in front of South Station found it all the hotter for that, hot enough that her nipples ached almost immediately. Blood pooled in her pelvis, making her feel drowsy and grounded and very sexy. Alison’s skin blazed under her hands and Alison’s hands ran over her back and ass and upper thighs, leaving trails of pleasure in their wake, and she made little wild noises into Alison’s mouth.
    “Would you like my slave to make you come?” Garth asked politely, as if he were offering her another drink or perhaps some ice cream.

Chapter Nine
    “I…uh…” Selene’s body ached to say yes—her juices were dripping down her thighs, her breasts strained to be touched, and every vague fantasy or idle thought she’d ever had about being with a woman or being put on display was pulsating through her cunt—but her brain locked down, unable to let her say yes or no.
    “I’d really like to, sweetie,” Alison said, looking up at her with soft eyes. “Master is very fussy about which girls I’m allowed to play with, and I came home from our coffee date talking about how hot you were.”
    “Let’s be honest,” Garth interjected. “We’ve spent a few happy evenings imagining you and her together, and that was before I even saw you.”
    If Selene hadn’t already been blushing, that would have made her cheeks flame, the idea that she’d been a matter of bedroom banter between this sexually dynamic couple.
    That made her even hotter.
    But still she couldn’t speak.
    Nick got up, slipped his arms around her from behind so she was sandwiched between his tall, hard body and Alison’s tiny, soft one. “You’re allowed to say no, Selene. But I want you to do it. Want you to let Alison use you for my pleasure and Garth’s.” One big hand cupped her sex through her dress. She moaned, arched, felt Alison’s breasts press against hers as she ground her ass against Nick’s impossibly hard cock. “And yours too. I can feel how wet you are,” he whispered. “You soaked right through your dress as soon as I touched you. Will you do this for us, Selene? For all of us?”
    To feel Alison’s hands and tongue on her while Nick and