She's been on her own for a long time, closing her heart to love, because love equals pain. As a sex therapist, she needs to assume a dominant roll with her clients, but as a woman, she's all submissive. In Steve and Jeff she's found the Doms who can take her to every sexual height she's ever imagined and beyond. But now they want more, and she's not sure she can give it. It takes one hot night at Inferno with these two men to let her know there's more to life than just physical release.

~*~*~

"Don't move," was whispered in my ear an instant before black silk covered my eyes, blocking out the sights of the club.

I recognized the voice as Jeff's and stiffened, but in excitement, not fear. This was new. They'd never blindfolded me before. Usually they came, we had a drink while they told me in detail what they'd previously decided to do to me, and then we headed for one of the private rooms in the back of the club.

"Stand up," Jeff said, his deep voice vibrating through me, making the tiny sparks of arousal dancing along my skin grow and streak over my body.

I stood, and thick, long, callused fingers laced through mine. Steve's hand. I liked to imagine he was a steel worker. He was built for it, all bulging muscles and rough hands that made my flesh come alive when he stroked me. Jeff was taller, leaner, though his body still rippled with muscles, his abs the yummiest I've ever had the pleasure to lick and nibble. He had a runner's body. I fancied him to win gold medals in triathlons. His hands were smoother, though not soft. Never soft.

"This way."

Steve led me by the hand, while Jeff gripped my elbow and guided me through the dancing, grinding throng. I trusted them not to run me into bodies or walls. Never had these two come close to harming me. Not only was it club policy, it was a personal creed I lived by. Safe, sane, and consensual. I never put my life in the hands of anyone I didn't believe played by the same rule.

Our first time together, the boys gave me a safe word. I had never needed to use it. Never even come close. I loved what they did to me. What they wanted from me.

The sounds of the music grew quieter as we entered a room. Then silence after the door clicked shut to the soundproof space. Though there were safeguards in place throughout the room-a panic button, and the door never locked on the inside-when one stepped inside and shut the door, with the black-painted walls, it was like walking into a void.

I smelled candles tonight. Vanilla, not the unscented beeswax usually found in the club's rooms.

"Sit," Steve said, his rough voice like a velvet glove over my nerves. His fingers tightened around mine just a bit, and I sat without question, knowing I would find a seat of some kind behind me.

A bed, the satin sheet slippery under my butt, my silk sheath sliding a bit.

Big, warm hands-Jeff's-closed around my right ankle, and the laces of my sandal, which wound up my calf, tugged then fell away.

Steve sat down next to me, still holding my hand in his. The warmth of his arm brushed against my side, and I shivered. The excitement zinging through my body was different than normal, because everything so far was abnormal. Usually, we entered a room, they commanded me to strip while they took of their own clothes, and then they were on me, in me; my mouth, my cunt, my ass. They would fuck me until I couldn't stand up, couldn't string two thoughts together. Sometimes they shackled me to the wall and tortured my nipples, my clit, until I begged them to fuck me. Other times I was bound to the bed where they whipped me into a frenzy with the flogger before they made me suck them off.

Never had they blindfolded me. And never had they so delicately removed my shoes. Never, ever had they been so silent. They liked to talk dirty. Spur each other on.

Use me.

The other sandal was released. When my feet were bare, Jeff slid his hand up the back of my bare calves, then over my knees, and pushed the skirt of my dress up to my hips.

I sat still, waiting for their first command. What would they have me do tonight? I loved to suck their cocks. Long and thick, they filled my mouth, tasting so good. My mouth watered at just the thought.

"Stop thinking."

My lips parted in surprise at Steve's softly spoken words.

Jeff's thumbs drew gentle circles on my hipbones, his fingers curving over my sides, making me squirm. What was up with them tonight?

When warm breath brushed over my shoulder, I almost jumped in surprise. Then Steve laid an open-mouthed kiss against the tender, sensitive skin where my neck meets shoulder, and I stiffened. They'd never kissed me before. My breathing sped. My heartbeat thundered in my ears. Oh, God, was this goodbye?

"I believe Steve commanded you to stop thinking," Jeff said, his light touch on my hips, his thumbs rubbing those slightly ticklish, ultra-sensitive spots just above my hipbones.

"I…" My throat closed up on me. I didn't know what to say. With Steve's warm breath and silky lips against my neck, and Jeff's hands on me, too, I lost my train of thought. I didn't want this to be a farewell fuck. I loved this tenderness, craved more even though I didn't know I would, but it couldn't be the end.

"You what?" Steve whispered against my ear, his breath sending a zing of tingles down my spine, before he nibbled my earlobe.

A groan ripped from my throat. I wanted to grab them both and hold them close, not let them go. But that wasn't part of the deal. Never had been. We were all free agents, and when it was over, it was over. So I let my head fall back heavy and closed my eyes behind the blindfold. If this was the last time, I wasn't about to waste it talking.