Dania's Destiny (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Page 4

  Her gaze dropped on one woman whose head was bent and she not once looked up at the man who so contently stared down at her a loving smile spread across his face. Shit, his eyes looked like they were glowing with pride looking down at his lady.

  Tank smirked, taking a peek at Link.

  Link cupped a hand around the back of Dania’s neck. “Feel free, but if you’re going to do that, you will be calling us Sir or Master when you do so. Oh and a heads up, we can do whatever it is we like to you or with you.”

  Dania giggled, shaking off her earlier thoughts, as if any of her crazy thoughts would happen or her calling them Master. She looked at him and the giggle escaping her turned into a croak of shock. He was totally serious.

  Link caressed her cheek. “Of course we would establish a safe word and I’m sure Tank and I both know you well enough not to push you too far.”

  Dania shook her head. “No thank you,” she squeaked.

  Tank chuckled, draping an arm over her shoulder and pulling her close. “Just looking tonight, Tiny,” he reassured.

  Link smiled catching sight of an old friend. “Hey, Tank, George is here.” He waved and the slim, tall man waved back.

  Tank pulled Dania along, following Link through the crowd.

  “Shit, George, good to see you,” Link greeted, hugging the man close.

  Dania stared in fascination at the pretty, plump little redhead at his feet. Her head bowed, a thick black collar around her neck attached to a long chain that led to George’s hand.

  “Hands off, Tiny, she’s claimed,” Tank teased.

  Dania looked up at him, eyes wide and full of that curiosity he loved seeing there. Link grinned, introducing Dania to the couple. George actually let the woman up. Dania learned her name was Paula, his wife of ten years.

  George escorted them around and filled Dania in on what was what. He stopped in front of a flogging station and talked nonsense, eyes on her as she became lost in the man flogging the woman in the middle of the roped-off area.

  Paula giggled, leaning close to Dania. “At least close your mouth. You’re going to start salivating, dear, and if I recall, neither Tank nor Link are into the drooling.”

  Dania tore her eyes away from the couple and stared at the redhead. “Shit, that’s amazing,” she whispered, eyes darting back to the scene in front of her. The woman was bent over and her thong was wedged neatly up the crack of her ass and shit if her inner thighs weren’t glistening.

  She looked at Link and Tank and both men were watching her. “Are they allowed to do that here? Like I could almost see parts I shouldn’t!” she gushed.

  Link smiled and Tank laughed, hugging her close. His big arms engulfed her tiny form. “Shit you’re so cute, Tiny. Yes, I dare you to go up next,” he dared.

  Dania’s eyes went wide. “I’m not doing that! Shit, I don’t want my thong showed off to everyone!”

  Paula giggled at the girl’s admittance to her underwear.

  Dania looked at the couple. The woman was panting and moaning heavily now. She sunk into Tank’s embrace, mesmerised by the way the man flipped the flogger and how it curled around the woman’s creamy thighs. She shivered.

  Tank took hold of Link’s hand and clasped it close. Dania’s hand curled around his forearm and hugged him closer.

  George grinned at the threesome. He pulled his wife close. “Need to pull some little red bird magic, my beautiful wife.”

  Paula smirked, damn right she needed to. Of course she would give Tank and Link their chance, but if they didn’t jump she would get things rolling.

  Chapter Five

  Paula tugged Dania to the next booth, ogling the toys. “Shit, you have to get one of these,” she squealed, holding up a bright-pink dildo and waving it in Dania’s face.

  Dania paled and veered away before she got slapped in the face. Shit, that thing was huge.

  Paula laughed, putting it back down. “Okay too much for Tiny,” she hummed, manicured finger tapping her bright red lips. “How about this one? I’m pretty sure both Tank and Link are bigger.” She held up a five-inch pink vibrating dildo.

  Dania shook her head. “No thank you,” she whispered. She fanned her face. She needed a drink. “Thirsty, is it getting hot in here or is it just me?” she mumbled, veering away from the booth and smacking into a body.

  “Hey! Watch—”

  Dania froze at the familiar voice. Shit, could this get any worse?

  Keela looked down at her then at Paula. “You ditched me for her!” she uttered. Shocked that she had been duped for a round woman! Not ever had anyone insulted her so horribly.

  Paula raised a perfectly arched red brow. “Pardon me?” She pulled Dania back and placed herself in front of Dania as if to shield her.

  Keela looked the little redhead over. “So you prefer fat over lean, hey?” she replied dryly.

  Paula narrowed her eyes, ready to give this giant lean machine of a woman a piece of her mind.

  “You’ll apologise to the lady.” George’s deep voice was low and shit if it didn’t send Dania’s heart in catapults.

  Keela turned and her eyes widened. “Oh shit. George Creed.”

  George narrowed his eyes. “That beautiful redhead is Mrs. Creed I’ll have you know,” he hummed.

  Dania squeaked. Shit, he looked ready to kill. Oh this man would always have a place in her heart, defending his woman the way he did. She nearly rolled her eyes. Since when did she become such a romantic?

  Keela turned back to Paula. “I’m sorry. I thought… Dania said she would go out with me, then told me I wasn’t good enough.”

  Dania scoffed. “I did no such thing!” she argued, anger rising at the bold-faced lie. George shot her a look to silence her. Dania backed off, mouth closing obediently.

  Keela smiled at her coyly and Dania wanted nothing more than to slap her across the face.

  George turned his attention back to Keela. “You need to apologise to Dania as well. She’s a good friend of mine and I know for a fact she never lies nor misleads anyone.”

  Keela paled. “You’re friends with Dania?” she uttered.

  George held out a hand and like a magnet, Dania took it. “Yes and she didn’t attend with you tonight because she had previous dates that she so rudely forgotten. And because of that I do believe she’s in for a punishment,” he drawled.

  He didn’t miss the way his wife shivered, or the shiver that ran through Dania herself. Hmm, little pet was interested in punishments. He wondered which one of Tank and Link she sought to punish her.

  George turned his attention to his wife. “My pet, go retrieve Tank and Link,” he ordered.

  Paula nodded scurrying away from her husband.

  Dania peeked up at George and then at Keela.

  Keela bowed. “Beg your forgiveness, George, I had no idea Dania was already taken.” Her eyes darted to Dania and Dania wished she could hide behind George. Although seeing Keela bow down to a man was a tad bit satisfying.

  Her attention was quickly taken away as a large hand took hold of her arm. “Come here, Dania. Can’t let you go anywhere without getting in trouble, can we?” Tank huffed, pulling her close.

  Link came up behind them, arm coming around Tank and holding both together.

  Keela stared slack-jawed at the three in their intimate embrace.

  Link rounded Tank and Dania. “You’re the one who called Dania earlier?” he asked.

  Keela paled and grabbed hold of her friend’s arm. “Yes,” she mumbled.

  Link nodded. “Feel free not to again… unless of course it is related to work, otherwise, she is unavailable to you.”

  Keela nodded and backed away.

  Link narrowed his eyes and watched her cower away and disappear into the crowd. He released a calming breath, turning to Tank and Dania. “What was it I heard about Tiny getting a spanking?”

  Dania cowered more into Tank, shaking her head.

  Tank laughed. It was deep and shook her to her toes. “
Oh I thought you weren’t a chickenshit? Didn’t you say you were gonna be braver than us?” he hummed in her ear.

  Dania shivered, peeking at him. “You want some stranger to spank me?” she uttered, mouth drying out.

  Tank licked his lips, a satisfied look on his face. “Nope, I was thinking you pick out one flogger, anyone you want. A dildo, a butt plug, and a bullet vibrator. Oh no, get the panties with the remote vibrator. That will do.” He looked at Link for confirmation.

  Link nodded, glancing at Paula, then at George. “Is your lovely Paula available to assist Tiny in her hunt?”

  George smirked, shoving his beautiful wife at them. “You heard the list.”

  Paula smiled and hooked her arm through Dania’s. “Come on little one, I’ll help and assist.”

  * * * *

  Dania entered the dark house and stopped. Her heart hammered. Her hands clenched the bag of goodies they had made her hunt down. She inhaled quick, sharp breaths. One of these men was going to spank her tonight. Spank her, and from what she had in her bag, put things in her! Her breath caught and the thought of them seeing her naked and touching her turned her on more than she already was.

  Link placed his warm hand on her lower back. “Come on, brave one, one foot in front of the other, downstairs.”

  Dania swallowed. “I’m thirsty,” she mumbled, nervousness striking her full bore. She couldn’t get naked in front of them!

  Link smiled. “Yes and I will get you a drink. Downstairs, Dania,” he ordered.

  Tank slipped her coat off and swatted her bottom, pushing her along with a squeak.

  Tank hugged Link’s back to his front, laying a kiss on his neck. “You’ll take it easy on her?” he asked. He knew how rough and pushy Link could get. Dania was too new to this to be thrown right in.

  Link caressed Tank’s strong jaw. “You know I would never hurt her,” he whispered.

  Tank nodded. “I just don’t want you to scare her.”

  Link smiled and Tank knew from the sparkle in his blue eyes that Link would take care of all of them.

  Dania stood in front of the big, solid door. She had been asked not to ever enter this room. Tank and Link had told her it was their private room and if she ever did want to see it they would show her together. She had never been curious about the room. She loved Tank and Link and respected their privacy.

  She raised a shaky hand to the knob. Now she wasn’t sure if she wanted to see what was in the room. Not after coming back from where they had just been. She peeked back. She could hear them in the kitchen talking. She turned the knob and let the door swing open.

  She inhaled a calming breath and reached in and flicked on the light. Her jaw dropped and her eyes turned into saucers. She forgot to breathe as her sight took in everything in front of her. She recognised the spanking bench, the St. Andrew’s cross. She frowned at the massage table, surprised there was a bed but after seeing the ropes and cuffs not so surprised.

  The walls were lined with numerous instruments of what she would have considered torture, but after seeing what some of those things could do to a woman or a man it was not the torture she thought it would be. Shit, she was glad curiosity never got the better of her. She would have thought they were evil sicko killers.

  Dania managed to pull herself to the middle of the room, eyes wide and her top teeth biting her lower lip. She didn’t hear them enter but felt their presence. She felt Link’s warmth as he took the bag from her hand and crossed the room.

  Tank closed and locked the door. With the click of the lock she flinched.

  Link handed her a bottle of water, his gaze darting to Tank. Tank offered a smile and an encouraging look. They both knew to be patient and let Dania take it all in.

  Dania mumbled a thank you for the water and watched as Tank removed his shirt, displaying his muscled torso. Shit, men shouldn’t be allowed to get that big and muscled. He stretched and took a seat on the end of the bed. Her mind went slightly fuzzy for a millisecond. Fear pierced through her. They were actually going to do this! Would they stop if it hurt? Were they going to hurt her? No, not Tank and Link. They would never hurt her!

  Link took the bottle of water from her shaking hands. “Come, Dania, sit on Tank. We need to talk,” he purred, his voice soft and sincere.

  Dania nodded. Her feet moved on. Shit, her brain had gone numb after seeing Tank strip his shirt off. Tank hugged her close, curling his self around her and resting his chin on her shoulder.

  Link pulled up a stool and settled in front of them. Link took hold of her hands, thumbs caressing her palms. “Do you have any questions, Dania?” he started.

  Dania nodded. “Lots,” she blurted.

  Tank chuckled, kissing her cheek. “About the room or us?” he asked.

  Dania peeked back at Tank then at Link. “You’re the dominant?” she asked.

  Link smiled, nodding.

  She looked at Tank. “You let him hit you?”

  Tank smiled. It was soft and made Dania feel at home. “I let him whip me… he lets me spank him… on occasion.”

  Dania looked at Link. “You want to whip me?” she uttered in trepidation.

  Link offered her the same smile Tank had given her, his eyes softening. “No I want to flog you. The whip wouldn’t be for a long time and you cringed watching that demonstration. I wouldn’t do something you’re not comfortable with,” he enlightened her.

  Dania gripped his hands tightly. “I… I—you’re gonna tie me down?” She stumbled over her words and real fear entered her. It wasn’t scary watching those women being tied, but here seeing the cuffs and restraints throughout the room, it unnerved her. It sent a cold chill over her whole body.

  Link glanced at Tank for a millisecond. The real fear in her eyes needed addressing. “You need to share with us your fears, Tiny. You have never told us why you were on the streets. We don’t know anything about you from your time before you came to us.”

  Dania shook her head. She didn’t want to go there. It was a bad place and it had taken a long time to get rid of the nightmares. It took even longer to trust people again.

  A year of living on the streets had managed to make her lose her fears, recognizing there were other things out there to be afraid of, but since Link and Tank took her in, she had managed to shove every bad thought to the back of her mind and into the darkness where it belonged. Between the two’s playfulness and loving behaviours she knew she was always safe with them. She looked around the room. She had to be safe. They wouldn’t hurt her.

  Chapter Six

  Link patiently waited. Tank hugged her closer into his embrace, giving her the hiding spot she needed. “My parents used to…” She furrowed her brows. “They said I had to learn to be a good girl, that they wouldn’t love me if I was disobedient.” She dared peek at Link.

  His jaw was tense and his normally full lips straightened in a thin line. She hadn’t seen that look on his face often. Once, when she showed up at his office and he was with a client. She could see through his office door that he had been pissed off.

  She sunk further into Tank. “I ran when they introduced me to a man.” She paused, a chill stealing up her spine. She had hated that man, the way he had surveyed her like some piece of meat. The way he had been displeased with the size of her.

  “He told me my parent’s owed him and I was payment.” She turned big lavender eyes on Link. “How does a person owe another person a life?”

  Link shook his head. “They don’t,” he answered gruffly.

  Tank growled and it vibrated through Dania. Tank kissed her temple. “Go on Tiny,” he urged.

  Dania bit her lower lip, her brow squishing together. “I… he said I hadn’t been properly trained. That I should always know how to act.” She focused on the white-knuckled grip she had on Link. “He made me dress in a frilly dress and put my hair in piggy tails and he had a lady come in and paint my face… it took two weeks on the streets for that white paint to get off my face. I even tried
to scrub it off and it took all that time for it to get off.”

  Link narrowed his eyes. What sick fucking shit had her parents been into? Did Dania have siblings? His gaze darted to Tank. He could see Tank’s brain already swimming with how to deal with the situation.

  “Open the door, Link,” Tank ordered. There was no way anything whatsoever was happening tonight. He watched as Link rose and opened the door.

  Dania looked up at Tank. “You’re not going to now?”

  Tank smiled, kissing her cheek. “You need to talk about what happened to you, Dania. Link and I will never take you to where you could go if you have all this on you. You need to know you can trust both of us.”

  Dania nodded. “I do,” she insisted. They couldn’t stop! She could shove everything back into that dark place and forget about it.

  Link settled back down on the stool and took hold of her hands. “No rush, Dania.”

  Dania looked into his eyes. The sincerity in those silvery blues told her nothing was going to happen till she spilled. It was the same look he gave her when he knew something was wrong and he knew she needed to talk.

  She released a heavy breath and slumped in Tank’s embrace. “I knew it wasn’t right… what they were doing. I was twelve when they started.” She grimaced.

  Who would have thought this would make her feel vulnerable? How had she managed to shove all these memories to the back of her head? How were they so easily sliding to the forefront?

  “They would tie me to a chair at dinner and told me the points that were tied were not to move. My hands were free so I could feed myself. That only lasted so long before those were tied as well.”

  Link raised an eyebrow. “How did you eat then?” he asked.

  Dania looked at him. “You know how Paula kneels at George’s feet? I had to do that.” She slid from Tank’s arms and knelt in between his spread knees. Her hands went behind her back, her head lowered and her knees spread.

  Link looked at Tank. “You were being trained to be a submissive?”

  Dania shrugged. “I don’t know.” She stood and settled back in Tank’s arms wishing there was a way she could be in Link’s at the same time. “I had to be in that stance and the man they brought in would feed me from his hands. I didn’t like that. I was old enough to feed myself. My parents had me feeding myself as soon as I could hold a spoon. You can’t tell a child to feed themselves, then later say no he feeds you, you do nothing.”