Free Clark, Rachel - Alicia's Awakening (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Rachel Clark Page B

home?” I ask into the phone, hoping he doesn’t hear the near stutter in my voice.
    “Two more weeks,” he says, sounding tired.
    The same time as my contract finishes with Doug. I nod, grateful that my best friend will be in town when I’ll probably need him the most. “Good,” I say in a soft whisper.
    I’m fairly certain my attraction to Doug—not just the Dom part of him, but the whole man—is stronger than Doug was expecting. If he walks away like the contract says he will, I’m not sure how I’ll cope. I doubt I’ll be able to explain to Lachlan exactly what went on, but at least I’ll have my best friend close when my world starts to crumble.
    “I’m sorry it’s taking so long,” Lachlan says unexpectedly. I’m a little ashamed at making him feel guilty for doing his job. If I wasn’t such a screwed-up person, I’d be supporting him the same way he supports me.
    “That’s okay, Lach,” I say, trying to sound bright and cheerful. “You love what you do.” I’ve never understood half of what he does, but his network design skills are in high demand all over the world. He has a lot of staff working for him, but as the CEO and creator of the company, he’s often called on to sort out problems. This trip was one he’d been putting off for a long time, but I understand its necessity.
    “I’ll be home soon,” he says anyway.
    I open my mouth to say something but Doug chooses that moment to lean over and push my legs open wide. I feel surrounded by him, almost trapped inside of the cage he makes with his body, but instead of fear I feel nothing but protected. It does make it difficult to think, though, and I can’t for the life of me remember what I was going to say. Of course, when he reaches over and places a vibrator against my pussy lips I’m pretty sure I’m not thinking at all.
    “Are you okay?” Lachlan asks, sounding concerned once more.
    “I…um…sure,” I say as Doug starts to move the vibrator up and down my pussy lips. Thank heavens he hasn’t turned the damn thing on yet. “Just…ah…tired.” And when I finally realize Lachlan most likely thinks I’m suffering from a head injury, he laughs softly, maybe even a little sadly.
    “Behave yourself, brat,” he says affectionately and then hangs up.
    “Finished?” Doug asks as I stare at the phone in my hand. Lachlan hasn’t used that nickname for me in years, but lately it seems to be the only one he uses. Rather ironic since, in the world of BDSM, bratty subs get punished.
    I nod absently in answer to Doug’s question, still a little surprised by the coincidence, but my thoughts are quickly derailed when Doug takes my phone and thrusts the vibrator into my pussy. I instinctively close my legs. His growled “open” has me jolting and trying to do what he demands. My thighs shake as I plant my feet on the ground and let my knees fall apart. He’s leaning so far over me that I’ve had to drop my head forward and I am very literally watching the vibrator slide in and out of my pussy.
    The position is damned uncomfortable, but for some reason that just turns me on even more. I’m actually trying to wriggle my hips to take the toy deeper. But my Dom apparently has other ideas. He sits back, taking the vibrator with him, his hand caressing my collarbone and throat possessively before he tilts my head back so that I’m looking up at him. I hear the vibrator turn on, but it’s not until he starts to move it slowly over my nipples that I realize it’s very generously coated with the juices from my pussy. I’m panting hard as he paints my breasts with the slippery lubricant, and nearly scream in shock when Doug leans over and bites my chin gently.
    “Playtime, little sub,” he says with a slight pinch to my nipple.
    He helps me to my feet, but I’m already wobbly so he bends and lifts me over his shoulder like a sack of grain. I moan and wriggle as he presses the vibrator against my pussy lips as he walks. He steps