Finding You Bk. 02: Paradigm Shift

"Sweet baby Jesus," Cooper breathed. "Can you imagine doing a scene with her at the club? My dick's aching with the thought of fucking her in front of a crowd."

"She will bring them to their knees and make us the envy of every Dom there. My dick's hard with the thought of fucking her period, all the fucking time. She's like a drug that I can't get enough of," Marcus growled. Lust was pulsing through his veins, burning like lava as he felt himself harden uncomfortably. Every time his thoughts strayed to his angel, his beast muscled in to take over the reins.

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The ding of the oven timer announced that the final piece to their meal was ready to come out of the oven. Tabby pulled the frittata out of the oven and began placing the food on the table in the dining room. When everything was dished and ready for serving, she walked over to the patio and poked her head through the door.

"You boys hungry?" she grinned at them and they both nodded enthusiastically.

Marcus strode to her first, opening the door and picking her up so that he didn't need to bend to kiss her. Cooper followed and Marcus transferred her into his friend's waiting arms. Tabby found herself kissed again before he gently placed her back on her feet.

"Come in the kitchen with me, kitten," he said as he lifted her hand and led her back into the kitchen. Marcus slipped out behind them and headed down the hall to the black door at the end of the corridor. He quickly unlocked the door and pushed through. Automatic lights flicked on illuminating his playroom with low light and he headed for a closet that held the item that he was looking for. Finding what he needed, Marcus exited the room, but not before indulging in a quick, glance around at the equipment spread around the room and imagining Tabby's naked, sexy body attached and displayed on each piece. His heart hammered in his chest as blood rushed into his cock and Marcus had to force himself to close the door and lock the daydream behind it.

He'd be making that dream a reality soon enough and then he'd have the memory of Tabby's cries of ecstasy to keep him company when she wasn't with him. That thought made a cramp clench his chest into a tight knot. She'd be going home later today and he was already dreading the thought of being without her.

His mind was racing miles ahead and he had to stop the runaway train of his hopes before they derailed his future. It was too soon to be planning her relocation to his home, even if every fiber in his body craved that very thing.

Careful, he warned himself. You need to be fucking careful. Push her too fast, too soon and you'll both lose her.

Cooper would kill him if he screwed this up for them, of that he had no doubt, so Marcus had to stuff his beast back into his cage and put the brakes on his obsessive need to keep her with him.

CHAPTER 66

"First thing, kitten," Cooper said as they reentered the kitchen. He undid the knot the held her apron ties together and slipped it over her head. "This has to go." He tossed the apron on the island then bent down and sucked one of her perfect, pink nipples into his mouth, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. Tabby's arms came up and she wrapped them over his shoulders, holding onto him for support as her legs wobbled with the pleasure his mouth was producing.

He sucked the nipple hard and pulled away, letting it slip from between his lips with a wet pop. Tabby moaned close to his ear and his cock throbbed in response. His dick would have to wait until after they ate. He had promised her that he'd have her luscious pussy for dessert and he intended to make good on that promise.

"Cooper," she whispered, urging him for more.

He transferred to her other breast, playing with her nipple until it perked up and grew stiff between his lips. Marcus mentioned that she might have a little masochist in her and Cooper decided to test that theory. While he massaged her other breast with his hand, Cooper let his teeth close on her hardened nipple, pinching it between his jaws until she hissed and jerked against him.

"Did that hurt, kitten?" he asked quietly, releasing her nipple.

"Yes...no...I...I'm not sure. It did at first but then it...didn't." she babbled, trying to sort out the confusion of sensations.

"Shall we try again and see if that helps you figure it out?" he offered with a wicked smirk, not waiting for her answer before sucking the dusky, pink nub back between his teeth. This time he bit down with his lips shielding the rough edges of his teeth so that he could exert more pressure without risking breaking the tender skin, essentially turning his jaws into natural nipple clamps. He shifted his lower jaw, rolling her nipple while increasing the pressure, listening to her breath as it hitched on whimpers that turned into sighs. He wanted to smile. She wasn't pushing him away and the tiny moans he was hearing told him that she was getting off on the pleasure-pain that he was applying. He confirmed his suspicion with a casual touch between her legs, where he found her hot and wet with arousal.

He released the pressure on her nipple and she gasped as the blood rushed back into it, making it tingle with pins and needles that seemed to prickle her clit more than they did her nipple. She shuddered in Cooper's arms and he caught her eyes flicking down to his groin, where the outline of his erection was hard to miss. He took one of her hands and pressed her palm over his shaft, rubbing it along the hard length.

"Do you want this, kitten?" he murmured, the low rumble of his sexy voice sliding over her naked skin as if he were physically caressing her.

She gave him a light squeeze, letting her fingers explore, gauging his thickness and size. To her surprise, she found that Cooper's cock was comparable in size to Marcus', and she had a vivid memory of how that one had felt when he had filled her, making her palm tremble against Cooper. He felt the quiver and his hand gripped hers, curling her fingers around the bulge under his denim.

"This is for you, princess. I can't wait to be inside you. To hear the sounds you make as my cock stretches that little pussy," he groaned, kissing her hard and grinding his denim-clad erection into her palm.

Sounds from the dining room distracted Tabby and she nervously shifted to be able to look over her shoulder towards the unexpected noise. Cooper wasn't having any of that and gave her a quick swat on her ass, making her yelp with surprise. "Eyes on me, kitten," he demanded and he almost came from the way her eyes widened and her pupils dilated. His command had startled her at first, but a rush of arousal had quickly followed the shock as her brain absorbed the impact of him dominating her.

"Look how flushed your pretty cheeks are. You never answered my question, kitten." He squeezed her hand around his cock, making sure she could feel the throbbing pulse through the denim of his jeans. "Do you want this, baby?"

"Oh god...yes, Cooper. I do," she replied, tightening her grip of her own volition and sucking in her breath as his cock jumped in response to the pressure.

"You're going to get your wish, sweetness," he said, noticing Marcus standing in the doorway watching them with dark eyes full of lust. Cooper lowered his mouth to Tabby's ear and murmured, "But you're going to have to wait until dessert, kitten."

She almost whined in desperation. Cooper had aroused her to the point of wanting to beg for relief from the burning desire smoldering like hot coals in her belly.

He chuckled and gave her a soft kiss on her forehead. "Patience, little one. A little frustration will only make the gratification sweeter."

Marcus strode over to the island and stood beside Cooper, an unreadable expression on his face. "Ready?" He directed the question to Cooper, who nodded in reply. Then he turned his attention onto the glowing face of his angel. The colour in her cheeks and the sweet scent of her arousal made her even more beautiful in his eyes and Marcus had to steel himself against the draw of the pheromones her body was pumping into the air. From the pocket of his jeans, he pulled a black, silk scarf and dangled it in front of Tabby's curious eyes.

"Are you ready, angel?" he asked, watching her stare hypnotically at the scarf and lick her lips in nervous anticipation.

"What...what's that for, Sir?" she hesitantly asked.

"Sensory deprivation allows your other senses to heighten. In this case, I'm going to blindfold you to help you develop a sense of trust. Without your sight, you will have to trust myself and Cooper to keep you safe, while giving your other senses a chance to extend to make up for your lack of visual input. In other words, we will be in control, angel and your job is to obey us. Do you think that you can you do that, angel?"

Tabby gazed at the blindfold, at Marcus' stern face and Cooper's hopeful one. Her brain was cautious, the what-ifs and doubts rolling through her mind like rocks in a tumbler, but her body was on a different track altogether. At the thought of being helpless and at their mercy, her pussy dripped and clenched, her nipples hardened and her skin prickled all over. She felt flushed, a fever of lust heating one area of her body then jumping to another so that she couldn't anticipate where the next jolt would come from. She was scared and excited all at the same time.

Trust.

Could she trust these two huge men? The answer was immediate and unequivocal.

Yes.

Tabby knew without a doubt that neither would intentionally cause her harm and that she already trusted both with her heart and soul, it wasn't too hard to extend that to trusting them with her body as well.

She gave them a nod. "Yes, Sir. I trust you both."

Cooper smiled and Marcus replied, "Good girl, angel." He folded the scarf diagonally, and then folded it twice more, making it into a neat band. With a gentle hand on her shoulder, he turned her around to face Cooper.

As the cool silk slid over her eyes, Cooper traced her bottom lip with his index finger. "And the adventure begins. See you on the flip side, kitten."

The light disappeared as the silk swallowed her vision. A momentary flash of panic struck Tabby as her world went black and she was alone in the darkness, but two large, warm hands picked both of hers up and their comforting touches helped to calm her fears.

"Give me a colour, angel?" Marcus requested.

"Colour, Sir?" Other than using Red as a safe word, Tabby couldn't recall Marcus mentioning any other colours. "I...I don't want to stop, if that's what you mean, Sir."

"Oh! My mistake, angel. I've forgotten that I hadn't completely explained the three-tiered colour system to you. You already know that Red means an immediate halt to all activities, correct?"

"Yes, Sir. You've explained that one to me already."

"In addition to Red, we also use Green and Yellow - like a stoplight system - to gauge a sub's mental and physical state during play. Green is self-explanatory - it means you are good to go and play may proceed. You use Yellow when you are reaching your limit - either mentally or physically - or there is another issue causing you distress and you need to call a temporary halt to bring it to your Dom's attention."

"Consider Yellow a pause button, a good Dom will stop and discuss what is concerning you. He will consider the issue, then either correct the problem, adjust his approach or proceed as before, but it is up to him to decide which to do. A wise Dom will listen and make the proper decision that is best for his sub, but if he does not and the play gets to be too much, you should never hesitate to use Red to call a permanent stop. Does this make sense, angel?"

"Yes, Sir." She bobbed her head and her hands received two squeezes from her guardians.

"Okay...now answer my question properly, little one. Give me a colour," Marcus asked.

Tabby didn't hesitate. "Green, Sir!" she replied.

"Good girl," Cooper said proudly.

"Then let's go eat before the food gets cold."

CHAPTER 67

At first, Tabby stepped hesitantly, disorientation due to her lack of sight making her nervous and afraid. They moved slowly, leading her gently and encouraging her to take steps with more confidence.

"Trust us, angel," Marcus whispered. "Give yourself over to us and let us prove that we will not let any harm come to you."

Tabby listened to his soothing voice, letting Marcus help her to sort out the noise of emotions cluttering her mind. A host of opposing emotions swirled and collided in her head, filling her with a giddy, nervous anticipation and bubbling arousal; her brain instinctively sided with fear, brought on by her lack of sight, while the sense of vulnerability at the hands of the two big men, triggered an arousal that was almost overwhelming for Tabby to bear.

"You can do this, kitten," Cooper murmured, sliding his hand to rest on her lower back. "One step in front of the other brings us all closer together."

They seemed to walk a lot further than the short distance between the kitchen and dining room and Tabby realised that they must have been guiding her in a loop. No harm had come to her. They were keeping her safe just as they promised. With one on either side of her, their big bodies prevented her from knocking into unseen obstacles and she slowly relaxed, trusting them to guide her wherever they needed her to go.

They stopped and two sets of lips kissed her on either cheek. "Good girl," they said in unison and Tabby glowed with their praise. Marcus' hand settled on the small of her back and gave her a small, encouraging push to move forward.

"Right in front of you, there is a cushion on the floor. Take one step up and stand in the center, angel."

Soft velvet tickled the sole of her foot as she did as he instructed. Once her weight settled on the thick, spongy cushion, she brought her other foot up and placed it next to the first. Two hands dropped onto her shoulders and gently pushed her down until she was kneeling on the cushion.

"You may sit cross-legged, angel. I don't want you kneeling and uncomfortable," Marcus said and Tabby readjusted her position so that her bare bum sunk into the plush cushion.

Their hands left her and she heard the scrape of chair legs sliding on the hardwood floor, followed by the creak of their wood frames as heavy weight settled into them. While Tabby sat silently on the cushion, the men talked quietly amongst themselves, their voices blending in with the clink of utensils on china plates, creating a comforting atmosphere of normality. Despite being blindfolded and naked, Tabby felt oddly at ease and let her mind drift.

They talked about the club, the celebration the night before and other mundane things that Tabby only half heard. Her body was abuzz with sexual tension and more than a little frustration at not being included in the meal as well. She was bloody starving and her stomach grumbled, making her wish that she'd had the sense to sneak a few bites of food before calling the men in to eat.

A soft tap on her cheek alerted her to the presence of someone's hand close to her face. "Open your mouth for me, angel." Marcus stroked her cheek again guiding her to turn her head towards him. As soon as she opened her mouth, she felt his thumb brush past her bottom lip with a piece of potato pinched between it and his forefinger. He placed the small piece of food on her tongue and she closed her lips around his fingers, sucking them as he withdrew.

Grateful for the food, Tabby chewed happily and paid closer attention, hoping that more would follow. She wasn't disappointed. As the men continued their conversation above her, another tap on her other cheek had her turning towards it. Cooper stroked her bottom lip and she opened without being told, receiving a piece of frittata as her reward. She went back and forth between the two men, slowly being handfed tidbits of food until she heard their satisfied groans and the sound of silverware dropping onto empty plates indicating that the meal had ended.

She hadn't received a lot to eat, but it was enough to take the edge off her hunger. Marcus and Cooper were silent beside her, the only thing she could hear was the sound of their breathing and her anxiety began to spike.

What was going to happen next?

Even with her enforced blindness, she knew, with a certainty, that both men were staring at her. Her skin tingled with static electricity, goosebumps erupting on the surface where their eyes left hot trails of lust as they travelled all over her body.

The chair on her left suddenly pulled back, startling her and she jumped as Marcus stood up. Cooper followed and without uttering a sound, both men began clearing the table, leaving Tabby to stew in her worries, alone on her cushion.

She heard their low voices in the kitchen and strained to make out what they were saying, but to no avail. They were speaking too quietly for more than just the sound of their voices to reach her ears. The next few minutes ticked by with excruciating slowness as Tabby's imagination and anxieties began to get the best of her.

By the time a big hand wrapped around hers and helped to her feet, Tabby was vibrating with nervous energy. Cooper's warm, coffee scented breath ghosted over her face as he kissed her forehead and guided her off her cushion.

"What..." her voice trembled as she tried to ask what was happening.

"Shhh, angel." Marcus was standing right behind her and slid his palms down her quivering back to reassure her. "This is an exercise in trust, remember?"

Tabby's stomach clenched and she bowed her head in shame, afraid that she'd disappointed them already by letting her fears get the better of her. "Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir."

"Kneel, kitten," Cooper commanded. His grip on her hand steadied her as she sunk to floor as gracefully as she could, hearing a chair creak directly in front of her as he sat down at the same time. Her knees met the hardwood this time, her comfortable cushion had disappeared and she had to shift to find a position that alleviated some of the pressure on her knees. "Marcus has claimed you as his sub and now it is my turn, little one. Do you wish to serve me as well, Tabitha?"

"Yes, Cooper." The use of her full name, spoke of the gravity of his question.

"Show me, kitten." He guided her hand to his fly, pressing her palm over his erection leaving no doubt what it was that he desired from her. "Show me how much you wish to serve me."

Tabby's nerves burst into a frenzy of activity and she fought the dizzying flight of butterflies that erupted in her stomach as she awkwardly pulled his zipper down, opening his jeans. Spreading the two halves of his pants open, she gasped in surprise when her fingertips grazed over the hot, silky length of his erection, pulsing like a sunbaked snake under her touch.

Without her sight, all that she had to rely on was her sense of touch as she tried to ease his stiff shaft out from the denim, but he was trapped below the level of the opening and Tabby became frustrated as she tried to figure out how to free him without hurting him.

How was she supposed to do this when she couldn't bloody well see what she was doing?

"Don't be afraid to ask for assistance, Tabitha. Here, let me help you, kitten," he murmured and she felt his pelvis lift allowing her to be able tug his jeans off his hips and down his legs. Cooper then brought her hands up to his cock and curled her fingers around the hard shaft.

"One day, you'll have to do all that with just your mouth, sweetness, because your hands will be bound behind your back." His voice was a silky, dangerous purr, coiling through her core and igniting sharp bursts of desire as it went. His hand squeezed around hers, moving his shaft closer to her.