The three men exchanged a quick glance before turning to her. “And we would be honored to be your dominants,” Brand said.
“But we want more,” Zac stated a moment later.
“More?” she asked.
“We would like to meet you outside the club,” Zac explained, his voice as hard and flat as his eyes.
“Outside the club?” Jane envisioned meeting them at their house and being taken hostage, or enslaved, or swept off to the Middle East to be sold as a sexual slave now that they knew she was not as new to sex as she was to the BDSM lifestyle.
“He means a movie, dinner in a restaurant, bowling, or maybe a picnic in the park. An activity where we get to know one another, with our clothes on, outside the boundaries of the club,” Brand clarified.
“Oh. Well, okay. Yes, I think I’d like that,” Jane said as a giant weight slid off her shoulders.
The three men nodded. “Good. Now, how about we get you dressed, go over to the bar, and have a drink while we make plans for a date?”
By the end of the evening, Jane had not only a date for the following Tuesday for dinner at a steakhouse not too far from her apartment, but also each of the men’s phone numbers entered into her cell phone and tested.
Finally, as she yawned for the third time in as many minutes, Colt studied her closely, no doubt seeing the tiredness that had crept in now that she was relaxed. “You look like you need to get some sleep. How about we walk you out to your car?”
“That’s not necessary,” Jane said quickly.
“Nonsense,” Brand said. “That’s what Masters do for their girls.”
Jane swallowed hard and looked down at the bar. “That’s not what I meant, Sir. My car isn’t out in the parking lot. I walked over from my apartment.”
That softly worded admission earned her three nearly identical frowns.
“You walked from your apartment?” Zac finally gave voice to the question she was certain they were all thinking. “And just how far is your apartment from here?”
Jane dropped her head until her chin rested on her chest as her shoulders rose and her back hunched. She waited expectantly for a hand, or fist, to knock her off the stool Zac had set her in when they had arrived to the bar. Instead, a large hand gently settled on her shoulder.
“Jane? How far away is your apartment?” She raised her head far enough to see that Colt was beside her. It was his hand on her shoulder.
“The complex is less than a mile down the road,” she answered softly.
“Well, then allow us to give you a ride home,” Brand said.
Looking at the three men, Jane could tell that their giving her a ride home was not a suggestion, but a plan. It was obvious she would not be walking home alone, no matter how much she might wish to spend the walk convincing herself that being with these three hot, sexy, powerful dominants was only a short-term deal and she could not allow herself to feel anything more than lust for them.
“But…” she started to argue, but Brand’s finger over her lips stopped her.
“That was not an offer to be refused, girl. Now finish your drink so we can get you home before you fall asleep on that barstool.”
Jane could not help but smile as she lifted the gin and tonic she had ordered. “Yes, Sir. Thank you. Thank you all.”
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Ten minutes later, Brand pulled his SUV to a stop in the parking lot in front of her apartment. Though the three men had each given her a hug and kiss in the parking lot before getting into the vehicle, he was tempted to climb out and do it all over again.
Instead, Colt had won the Rochambeau contest and the honor of seeing her safely to her front door. But before she left the back seat where she had ridden, she leaned between the front seats and gave Zac a kiss on the cheek.
“Oh, hell no, pet,” the master of the ropes growled as he twisted in his seat. Grabbing her shoulders, he pulled Jane far enough forward to wrap both hands around her head. He kissed her long and hard, raising the temperature in the vehicle by a good five degrees.
Once he finished, he turned her to face him. Brand smiled at the softened, slightly flustered expression on her face as she blinked at him. Wrapping a hand around her neck, Brand pulled her in and kissed her just as thoroughly. “Good night, girl. Looking forward to seeing you Tuesday.”
“Good night, Sir. Good night, Master Zac,” she replied softly before retreating into the back seat and exiting the SUV.
Brand watched as Colt wrapped an arm around her shoulder as they headed into the walkway that led to her apartment. Once they were out of sight, his attention turned to the rest of the complex. It looked like a new development with only half the parking spaces full. Problem he saw was that the parking lights were off, probably on a timer that turned them off at midnight, and the lights on the individual buildings around the central parking lot were crap, barely illuminating the entrance, much less the area across the front of the building. And with large azalea bushes growing out of control, he wondered at the safety of the place.
But for the next few weeks, there wasn’t a lot they could do about Jane’s safety, except make sure to walk her to her door and make sure she was securely locked in each night they were in her company. She was a big girl and would probably not appreciate them demanding she leave her home and move in with them so soon in their relationship.
And he was certain what they had started tonight would, eventually, be called a relationship, whatever funky name society would put on their foursome. If two were a couple, and three were a throuple, what would four be? A quaple?
His musings about the future were interrupted when Zac said, “She’s going to be a good fit, isn’t she?”
Brand turned to look at one of his two best friends through the dim light available. “Yes, brother, I think she’s going to be a very good fit. What do you think?”
Zac turned and met his gaze with a serious one that also showed he was no longer brooding as he had been earlier. “I think she’s perfect. But only time will tell, won’t it?”
“Yes, I suppose it will,” Brand said.
Silence descended over the SUV and lingered, even after Colt returned from escorting Jane to her door. Since he had only been gone a few minutes, Brand knew he had not done any more than take one more kiss for himself before leaving her.
Instead of returning to the club, Brand turned the SUV toward home. It had been a long week and he was tired. They also had yard work to do if they did not want Mr. Ray next door to start complaining again because their grass was too tall and their sidewalk had not been edged properly.
No one objected to the change in plans.
Chapter Six
Just before nine o’clock Friday night, Jane slipped through Club Esoteria’s front door. Though she was in no mood to be polite and submissive, she had made a commitment to take part in the games and if nothing else, she fulfilled her commitments. She only hoped Brand had gotten out of a trip he was supposed to take in order to be there. She needed a reason to cry, to unlock the emotional door she had shoved her pain behind over the past two days. She needed to let go of the anger, the fear, the sadness.
She needed the pain that Master Brand could give her with his floggers and paddles and canes.
But first, she needed to put on her game face for the first night of Club Esoteria’s Submissive Games. She had to win. Otherwise, she would be forced to withdraw her membership once the games were over. The free year of membership would be most welcome, especially if the Helo Trio, as she had begun mentally calling them, decided to keep her as their submissive.
Though, once they found out she had been fired from her job because her boss was a narcissistic ass who she refused to cover for any longer, they might think twice about keeping her around. At least the photographer she worked for on occasion had a number of photo shoots coming up. He had booked her to do hair and makeup for these sessions. Otherwise, she would be home tonight, packing in preparation of moving…somewhere, though at thi
s point she had no idea where. She had told no one the bad news because that was not who she was.
After signing in at the desk, and leaving her shoes and dress in her basket, Jane entered the club. She stopped three steps inside the room, scanning for the men she was already coming to think of as hers.
Their Tuesday night group date had been an enjoyable evening of pizza and the latest blockbuster movie. Afterward, they returned to her apartment complex and sat in the gazebo, playing a round robin of “getting to know you” questions. Just as the lights in the parking lot went out at midnight, the men walked her to her door, but refused her invitation to enter. Instead, each man gave her strong hugs and kisses that had her pussy dampening and her knees weakening.
When he finished saying good night, Zac nudged her through the open door of her apartment with the gruff order to lock the door. They waited until she flipped both the lock in the doorknob as well as the hidden deadbolt before walking away. Her dreams that night and every night since had been of that evening not ending at her door. In her dreams, the three men had come in and not left until dawn the next morning.
But that was a dream, and now was reality. She was unemployed and needing something she could only hope to receive.
“Looking for me?” a dark voice whispered in her ear.
Jumping in surprise, Jane whirled and found herself staring at Zac and not Brand. “You scared me,” she squeaked, fighting the urge to slap at his shoulder.
Zac gave her a dark grin as he took her hand. He started toward the stage in the back corner of the room, opposite the stairs to the second-floor private room. “Can’t help you were lost in thought, pet. Now, come on—Dominic is about to start.”
Zac pulled her along behind him until they reached the front of the crowd to the left side of the stage. She looked at the stage, hoping to get an inkling of what tonight’s games were all about. On the right side of the raised platform stood a long table covered with what looked like an amazing number of various-sized dildos and vibrators standing on end. At one end of the table sat a large basket, but she couldn’t see what it held. On the other side of the stage sat four chairs in a line, one of which held a basket that appeared full of bananas.
Master Dom, as he was known throughout the club, moved to the center of the stage with his submissive, Gia Rogers, by his side. He held a microphone. She carried a banana. Jane had a good idea what the piece of fruit would be used for, and could not hold back her smile. Having always had a reduced gag reflex, she expected to sail through this first challenge without a problem. Then she looked back at the table of phallic symbols and wondered what that was all about.
“Good evening, Doms and subs, Masters, Mistresses, slaves, switches, and whatever other kinky bitches and bastards might be among us.” That opening garnered him laughter, jeers, and cheers. He waited until the noise died away before continuing. “Welcome to what I am hoping will be the first annual Submissive Games. The next three Friday nights will be a kinky combination of Survivor and The Hunger Games. On the fourth Friday, the winning submissive will be crowned The Subbiest Sub of the Club.”
Jane listened with only half her attention. The rest was focused on the weight of Zac’s arm as it rested over her shoulders. She sucked in a breath and froze when he shifted his weight, moving even closer. His hand slid down the front of her chest and eased between the denim and black leather bustier she had made to wear especially for these games. Putting it on with a pair of black spandex boy shorts gave her confidence a boost like nothing else had this week.
And she really needed the mental kick after losing her job.
“Relax, pet. Nothing is going to happen until after the games,” Zac whispered into her ear at the same time his fingers found her nipple and began to play with it. “Now pay attention, or you’ll be getting extra swats for losing.”
Pulling in a deep breath, Jane worked to refocus her attention back to the stage, where Master Dominic was explaining the rules in typical Dom-in-charge fashion. Once he finished, he looked over the crowd before him. “We had sixteen submissives agree to be contestants. Will all those who signed up come up on stage, now.”
“Kick ass, pet, and you’ll be rewarded well. Lose and we’ll be discussing punishments,” Zac said before pulling his hand from her bustier and giving her ass a sharp pat to get her moving toward the stairs that led to the stage.
Jane moved forward, threading her way through the Masters, Mistresses, and dominants that remained on the main floor. She joined the other scantily clad submissives and slaves as they made their way up to join Master Dominic and Gia on stage.
Once everyone was lined up around the stage, Gia turned and counted them before whispering in Master Dominic’s ear. Then she hurried to the table and picked up a clipboard and went down the list, checking people’s names off until she figured out who was missing. Once she finished, she returned and whispered in her master’s ear once again. He nodded and whispered back before addressing the crowd. At that point Master Roane climbed the steps, looking completely out of place in his plaid kilt and black leather vest.
“Apparently we have two subbies who have decided not to grace us with their presence. When they do make an appearance, they will be tied to the end of the bar and each dominant will be allowed one stroke with either your hand or a paddle, which will be on the bar in front of them. Do not do too much damage, but let them know you are not pleased they upset the balance of the games.”
A murmur went through the crowd of spectators, no doubt discussing what the term “too much damage” meant.
Jane’s entire lower body tightened in sympathy for the missing submissive club members. Feeling nervous about what was to come over the next hour or so, she found Zac in the crowd and kept her eyes on him. He was talking to Dane, but after a moment he stopped and turned his head. His bright turquoise eyes seemed to glow as he met her gaze. He then gave her the smallest of smiles and a nod, which had her releasing the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding until that point.
Taking a deep breath, Jane nodded back, but did not look away. Even though twenty feet separated them, just that small connection was enough to keep her feeling brave enough to take the third seat in the row when told to. Blinking, she forced herself to look away from Zac and pay attention to Master Dominic’s explanation of the game as Master Roane handed out bananas. With each banana, he gave the submissive a number.
She was number three, which meant she was in the first group to take a seat in the chairs across the stage. Once they were seated, she and the other three peeled their bananas in preparation for the first round of this game. The peels went into the basket the bananas had just come from.
Master Dom then explained the object of the game was to see who took the most length of banana into their mouths without choking. Length would be determined by teeth marks on the bananas.
“And go,” Master Dominic said, which had the crowd cheering and catcalling.
Glad she had a banana without too much curve to it, Jane opened her mouth as wide as she could, tilted her head forward slightly, and slid the banana in. Having no gag reflex made this game an easy win. Holding the last two inches of the banana between thumb and first finger, she took a deep breath as she slid the entire length of fruit into her mouth and down her throat. Once the tip was past her teeth, she held it steady until Master Roane stepped before her and nodded that he saw she held the entire length in her mouth. Pulling it out, she began to breathe again as she laid the banana under the number three on the tray he held.
Once all four bananas were on the tray, she and the others rose and moved across the stage, allowing the next group of four to take their places in the chairs. When all fourteen contestants had shown their banana blowjob prowess, Master Dominic and Master Roane looked at the trays.
“Does anyone have a tape measure?” Master Dominic turned to the audience with a grin. “Seems we have some very adept banana suckers, and a couple are too close to call.”
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Jane was not surprised when someone tossed a small tape measure on stage. Master Dominic looked it over and chuckled as he pulled the tab and exposed two feet of tape measure. “The official pecker checker, eh? Well, I guess it will work even though we’re working with fruit peckers.”
That had everyone laughing as the two men measured, and Gia made notes on her clipboard as they measured several for a second, and then a third time. When they finally finished, Master Dominic took the clipboard and the two men looked it up and down as they conferred.
Master Dominic pulled the microphone from where he had stuck it down the back of his pants and turned it on. “While we have our placements for the first round, we will not be eliminating anyone from this round due to the two missing contestants.”
That announcement garnered a wave of boos and hisses before the crowd quieted down once again. Jane took a breath, then turned her attention to the table covered in imitation cocks. Her nerves began to jangle louder as Master Dominic explained the second game of the evening, the cock ring toss.
While he explained the rules, Gia handed the first person in line three rather large latex cock rings. Jane and the others watched carefully as Whitney Green stepped up to the piece of tape on the floor and tossed the three rings at the cock clones that had been taped to the top of the table.
She got one ring to catch and slide down a tall, thin black vibrator.
Jane didn’t know the second person in line, who missed on all three of her rings. And then it was her turn. Stepping up to the tape line, she looked out into the audience, and found Zac watching her with hooded eyes and a smile that made her wonder what he was thinking. His smile grew slightly when he met her gaze, and then Master Roane cleared his throat and she had to look away.
“You playing or not, subbie?” he asked softly.
“Yes, Sir,” she answered as she took a moment to study the board while she hefted the first ring in her hand. The rings were heavier than she expected, but she had been playing this game at carnivals since she was a kid and had learned a thing or two about the game. Even if this was not set up like those, the principles were the same.
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