The First Order [Safeword LLC 1] (Siren Publishing Sensations) Read Free Page B

“Her knuckles are white.”
    “Kennedy will ensure that this is what Ms. Schuler wants,” James Calihan said upon his entrance into the room. Lane didn’t bother to look at Kennedy’s security chief, not wanting to tear his eyes away from Rebecca Schuler. “Boss lady is very adept at reading people—their wants and needs.”
    Lane finally put a finger on what had been bugging the shit out of him. He’d seen firsthand how adept Kennedy was in placing subs with the right Dominant, but his question was—how? What made her think that after their years of searching for the right woman, Kennedy could hand her over to them on a silver platter?
    “What’s your take on her?” Ross asked.
    “A quick check into her background after she signed the waiver attached to her application shows Rebecca Schuler is pretty much who she says she is.” James leaned his hip up against the table that was in the center of the room and crossed his arms as he continued to run down the facts. “She’s thirty-one, five foot three, and one hundred and twenty-nine pounds. Ms. Schuler has only a few college credits, although she has held a job since high school. She managed to land a claims position at an insurance company five years ago, but as of Friday, that division was shut down and she is currently out of a job. Her parents live in Indiana, and she has no siblings, although she is very close to a one Lily Forrest, currently on her honeymoon in Italy. Ms. Schuler’s longest steady relationship was with a David Glenn, and that ended seven months ago when she found that he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants.”
    “So those are the highlights,” Lane said, watching as Kennedy offered her a chair. Kennedy walked around her desk and waited for Rebecca to take a seat before sitting herself. “What I want to know is why Kennedy thinks Rebecca Schuler is the submissive for us.”
    Lane and Ross owned a hedge fund headquartered in the heart of Chicago. Being in the financial field with an economy that teetered like a child’s seesaw, he and his brother had proven their worth to their clients by bringing in big returns on their investments. They had spent years building their reputation as solid portfolio managers, all the while collecting favors from prominent people and developing friendships that were based on loyalty and trust. He and Ross were in their midthirties and had more money than Midas along with a history of unfulfilled relationships. Lane and Ross both knew they were insatiable men, and they wanted more. They desired a woman they could prize as well as share.
    “Listen for yourself,” James said, going to the other side of the window and flipping a switch that would allow them to hear the conversation that Kennedy was having with Rebecca. “It’s always better to get the information from the source. This way, if you don’t feel that she will suit your collective needs, Kennedy will be able to match her wants and needs to another set of Doms.”
    Her voice drifted through the speakers. It wasn’t loud or obnoxious, but more like honey trailing down the bark of a tree. It was smooth and sultry with a touch of naiveté. Rebecca’s hair was strawberry blonde and fell a little below her shoulders. Natural waves were woven into the strands. Lane could tell even from here that her eyes were green. The sundress hid most of her legs, but Rebecca’s calves were tight and tapered sensually to her slender ankles that were wrapped in the straps of her white sandals. Kennedy started off the conversation with a basic rundown of her company, which Rebecca was sure to have already read on the website.
    Safeword LLC had been one of Lane and Ross’s first clients when they opened their doors. A safe, sane, and consensual relationship in the BDSM lifestyle was the company’s goal, as was placing the right submissive with the Dominants that could give her what she needed. Lane and Ross had lived the lifestyle for years, but had never