The Subbiest Sub of the Club

by Cooper McKenzie

  Taking a deep breath, she blocked out all noise around her and tossed the first ring. In the next second, it settled over a large purple vibrator and the crowd cheered. Her second ring missed, but the third one landed over a long, thick black butt plug.

  “Congratulations, subbie,” Master Roane said as Gia made note of her results. “You are released to your dominant. Final results for the evening will be posted at the bar later.”

  Jane quickly left the stage and found Master Zac. She stopped just in front of him, not sure if she should ask for a hug, a spanking, or a bondage and sex session that would take her far out of her mind and away from the worries that waited for her just outside the club.

  Chapter Seven

  Pride did not begin to describe what Zac was feeling as Jane stopped a foot in front of him. He had watched her take the entire banana in and his cock filled in anticipation of feeling that mouth on him again. Tonight was his chance to do more with the girl, to see if they really would be a fit even without Colt and Brand here. This was his chance to tie the pretty little submissive up and have his way with her.

  He would also find out why her mood had seemed off earlier. Something had put shadows in her eyes and caused her to be so lost in thought she had not heard him calling her name as he approached.

  There was obviously something bothering the girl, and since Colt was not here to soothe her and gently extract the information, it was up to him. Now that she was finished participating in the evening’s games, having done very well in both of them in his estimation, she was free to play with him.

  Wrapping one arm around her, he turned and wound their way through the crowd until they were free. When they reached the bar, he grabbed two bottles of water from a bucket on the end. Handing them to Jane, retrieved his toy bag from behind the bar then returned his arm to her waist.

  “Over there,” he said nodding to the front corner of the room where a free-standing inverted U-frame waited for them.

  Once they reached the frame, he turned her into his chest and kissed her. As his tongue lapped at her lips, he felt her sigh. At the same time, her shoulders dropped and she seemed to sag just a little bit into him. Releasing her lips, he hugged her tighter, taking a moment to just enjoy the feel of her body against his. When he finally stepped back, she swayed slightly and looked a little lost.

  “Kneel there.” He nodded to a spot at the edge of the scening area.

  She knelt and assumed a slave position as he set his toy bag down and opened it up. He pulled several lengths of different colored ropes out and laid them on the rolling table along with a smaller bag of toys he might use on her, once he had her tied up.

  When things were set up to his liking, he turned to look at her. She watched him, her eyes looking a little fuzzy already, even before he had tied the first knot. “Ever been tied and gone flying, pet?”

  She blinked before slowly moving her head left and right.

  “Use your words, pet. It’s important we have clear verbal communication between us so you don’t end up hurt, or worse.”

  “Yes, Sir. No, I’ve never been tied and gone flying,” she repeated just loud enough for him to hear.

  “Would you like to?” he asked, though he had a feeling she was on the edge of subspace and was not as coherent as she should be for making such big decisions.

  She blinked up at him again. “I think so, Sir,” she finally answered.

  “Okay, pet. Let’s see how you like being tied up first. If you like it, then maybe I’ll fly you and more another night.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  With her easy agreement, Zac felt his own stress level dropping. He pulled her to her feet, then stripped her clothes from her before placing her in the center of the upside-down U. Giving her another long, deep kiss that had her swaying slightly when he moved away, he went and grabbed the first rope, a deep green that would look so good against her skin and hair. After patting his pocket to make sure his scissors were readily accessible, he stepped back and visualized how he could tie Jane so she would be comfortable, and yet secure, while still allowing him access to all her bits and pieces.

  Then he went to work.

  * * * *

  After Zac used the first rope to encase her body from shoulders to waist, leaving only her breasts exposed to the air, Jane found herself floating even though her feet were still firmly planted on the floor. Whenever Zac stopped in front of her and asked her a question, she thought she answered, but was not sure. But he would smile and nod and go back to wrapping rope around her. She ended up standing with her left foot on the ground and her right leg extended at a ninety-degree angle, the latter tied to the frame that arched around her. He slid a shorter length of red rope under her right armpit and tied it to the top of the frame to keep her somewhat balanced.

  Once she was tied and unable to move, Jane fully relaxed, surprised at how comfortable she was, despite the awkward positioning. She watched out of the corner of one eye as he opened the smaller cloth bag he had laid next to his ropes earlier. Her eyes widened when he began to pull things from the bag and lay them out on the table. She only hoped he was sorting and not intending to use all of those on her.

  Though she knew his attention was still very much on her, when Master Dominic stepped into the scening area, she hoped he would not stop whatever Master Zac planned to do next. She was floating and while her employment status was still heavy on her mind, she was nearly to the point of not giving a shit about anything.

  She really wanted to reach that point without having to down a bottle of wine.

  Finally, the men stopped talking and Zac came to stand in front of her. He grabbed her hair and tilted her head slightly before kissing her.

  When he finally broke the kiss, Jane was glad she was tied to the frame. Otherwise, her entire body would have melted into a puddle on the floor. “Congratulations, pet. You finished the evening in the top three contestants. That means celebratory play and no punishment.”

  “Yay,” she whispered.

  She pulled in a sharp breath when he sucked a nipple into his mouth. He suckled at it until it was hard and tender, and then he screwed a clamp onto it just tight enough to pinch, but not enough to truly hurt. He then did the other nipple before returning to the table for a bright red butt plug.

  “This will start your training so that eventually, maybe on the final night of the games, you will be able to take all three of us at once. Colt in your mouth, Brand in your pussy, and me in that tight ass. What do you say to that, pet?”

  The nip of pain at her nipples had ungrounded her, so her only response was a long, drawn-out, “Hmmm.”

  “That’s right, pet. You just enjoy, but don’t come until I tell you, understand?”

  “Mmmm, okay,” she sighed as he reached between her legs and dragged his fingers over her pussy and up between her lower lips to her hard clit. She moaned as her body moved instinctually, trying to follow the finger and get it inside her.

  Instead, Zac moved around behind her and, after greasing up her back hole, slowly worked the plug into her. That foreign feeling had her blinking, and trying to think about whether or not she was comfortable like that, but in the next minute, Zac was back in front of her.

  “Gonna fuck you now, pet,” he said as he opened his pants.

  She watched with fuzzy interest as he pumped his hand up and down his considerable length before rolling a condom down over it. Then he closed the distance between them and kissed her again.

  “Tell me you want this,” he ordered gently.

  “Want. You,” she said, feeling as if her voice were coming from outer space, an echoing inside her head that was suddenly empty of all thought.

  * * * *

  Though she was floating high as a kite, Zac took her at her word. Taking a cock in hand, he rubbed the tip up and down her center, wetting it in her abundant juices. Knowing he was reaching the end of his own limits, he fit the head to her opening and pushed up, filling her tight channel
with all that he was. Their eyes met and their groans harmonized as he filled her completely.

  Once he was balls deep, Zac stopped moving, allowing her a moment or two to adjust to his size. Her eyes had gone wide at his invasion, and he waited for them to relax before he pulled out and slid deep once again. He moved slow and steady until her hips began to wiggle, unsuccessfully trying to hurry things along.

  Knowing she was close, and feeling his own release balling up in his lower spine, he started moving faster, harder, as he watched her closely. He could tell she was on the edge and trying to hold it back, but not able to. Taking pity on her, he said, “Come, pet. Give it to me.”

  As he thrust even harder, making sure to hit her G-spot while rubbing against her clit, he grinned widely when she screamed as she toppled face-first into her orgasm. Two more thrusts and he followed her over the edge, his balls squeezing tight as he came with a growl.

  He was glad he had tied her securely when he had to hold her in order to stay on his feet. It took several minutes before he was able to pull his cock from her core and step back. He watched her closely as he disposed of the condom, cleaned himself up, and straightened his clothing.

  Jane hung in her bonds, apparently still floating deep in subspace and not concerned that she was unable to move.

  Removing the clamps, he took a moment to suck each nipple to soothe them. Then he turned his attention to releasing her from her bonds. By the time he finished, she was able to stand on her own, though admittedly clinging to the U-frame, but was still flying somewhere far, far away from their little corner of the club.

  After he finished packing his gear, he swung the bag over one shoulder, then lifted her into his arms and carried her to a nearby couch where he wrapped her in a blanket and cuddled her. He knew the moment she returned to Earth, because she froze and every part of her body tensed.

  “You’re fine, pet. All is well. You did beautifully, and I am very, very pleased with your performance tonight, not only in the Submissive Games, but also in my ropes.”

  He brushed a kiss on the top of her head even as he continued stroking a hand up and down her blanket-covered back.

  “Thank you, Sir,” she said, her words a bit blurry.

  “Now, will you share what had you so tense earlier? Or do you want to wait until Sunday afternoon when you come over to the house for a cookout?”

  “Cookout, Sir?” Jane tilted her head and looked up at him with the appearance of a satisfied woman.

  It was a look he would like to see often, and not just at the club.

  “Yes, a cookout. We’ll watch sports and grill out. You can bring dessert if you feel so driven,” he said.

  Jane blinked as if processing the directive before nodding. “I can do that,” she said with a slow smile.

  “Good girl,” he said. “Now, once you can stand and walk on your own, I’ll take you home.”

  “Yes, Sir,” Jane said softly as she snuggled closer.

  Zac smiled, happy for a few more minutes in her presence.

  Chapter Eight

  “Zac tells us you have a secret,” Brand stated Sunday afternoon once they were all sitting in the living room of the house the three men rented halfway between Club Esoteria and the military base where they were stationed.

  “A troublesome secret,” Colt added before Jane could deny the gentle accusation.

  Zac remained silent, but when Jane looked in his direction, he raised one eyebrow as if daring her to lie.

  “Yes,” she said softly after taking a long pull on the bottle of beer she was slowly working her way through. “Though it’s not really a secret, just some bad news that changes things.”

  The men remained silent and still, no doubt waiting for her to expound on her answer. Taking another drink from her beer, Jane looked from Colt to Brand to Zac. “I got fired from my job Friday morning. If I don’t find a job, and fast, I’ll have to quit the club, move out of my apartment, and find a nice refrigerator box to live in under a bridge somewhere.”

  The men’s shocked expressions did not surprise her. Their next questions did.

  “What did you do?”

  “Who fired you?”

  “What can we do to help?”

  Jane took another sip, not surprised to find herself emptying the bottle. The last thing she needed was to have this conversation sober. Setting the bottle on the table beside her corner of the couch, she pulled her feet up, and wrapped her arms around her legs, hugging them close to her chest. The defensive position did little to comfort her as she faced the three men who deserved so much more than her.

  “You have to understand. Since I’ve left the Marines I’ve felt pretty lost, just like I did when I graduated high school. In this day and age when most parents encourage their daughters as well as their sons to think of a career, mine just encouraged me to do what would make me happy. It didn’t matter to them if I made money, as long as I was happy with my life.”

  “And were you? Happy working that job, I mean?” Colt asked.

  “No. Sure, I made good money, but who wants to admit they’re a hair and makeup artist for dead people?” Jane said, then gave a sad chuckle when the men blinked and looked startled. “Yeah, people tend to be freaked out, just like you are right now. Except for the job description, it was an okay job. I worked alone, had pretty easy hours, and had a paycheck that was tight but paid the bills. Problem was, the manager was an ass who wanted me to do his job as well as my own, without a bump in pay. He wanted more, but we won’t go there. Let’s just say he did not appreciate me refusing, yet again, to let him hand off his responsibilities to me, or fuck me in the casket room, so he fired me. At least he waited until after I’d received my check for the week.”

  The men’s expressions had grown darker as she’d spoken, and now Zac pushed to his feet and began to pace. “What an ass.”

  “Yep,” Jane agreed. “And even if the owner stepped in, fired Michael, and begged me to come back, I wouldn’t. Problem is, I’m not sure what I want to spend the next fifty or sixty years of my life doing.”

  Blinking rapidly, Jane hugged her legs harder. It took everything she had to hold back the sobs that wanted to escape. She had yet to mourn the loss of her job, but this was definitely not the time to give in to the weakness. These three men needed their woman to be as strong as they were, not some crying, whimpering woman who was lost in her life.

  The three men exchanged another of their looks before they all stood and walked to where she was sitting. Zac sat on one side of her, Brand on the other, and Colt knelt on the floor in front of her. The three men laid hands on her, touching her arms, her shoulders, her feet. Their combined show of compassion was like a machete slashing away at her control.

  In way less than a minute, Jane dropped her forehead to rest on her knees as she began to cry. She could not fight down the sadness any longer. She only hoped her actions didn’t drive the three men away, as she was coming to more than like all of them.

  The men shifted her closer, wrapping their arms around whatever part of her they could reach. Their warm touch and murmured assurances that things were going to be all right had her sobbing, her body convulsing in their arms. By the time the tears slowed and eventually stopped, her jeans and T-shirt were soaked, and she was exhausted from the emotional firestorm she had just come through.

  The men remained close, stroking her body in a soothing, completely nonsexual manner as they continued to murmur words of comfort. When she finally took a deep, though shaky, breath and raised her head, a warm T-shirt was pressed into her hand, and she used to mop up. Once finished, she looked from the well-worn navy fabric to Colt, finding the man sitting before her without his shirt.

  * * * *

  Colt had no problems stripping off his shirt to donate to the cause of comforting Jane. Though they were still more acquaintances than intimate lovers, he would do whatever was necessary to put a smile back on her face.

  “Thank you,” she whispered befo
re she blew her nose in his shirt.

  “Any time, little one,” he said with a smile. “Now, what can we do to help you find a new job that you’ll like better than the last one?”

  He wasn’t surprised when she shrugged. “At this point I’d take any job, except maybe working at a restaurant. I’m not really the customer service type schlepping food around. I’m not sure my military skills translate well into the civilian world, and reenlisting isn’t an option in this age of downsizing the military.”

  She looked tired, beaten down, a look he did not like on their woman. He understood her dilemma. Nowadays, children were expected to have their lives mapped out before they left school. He remembered that feeling, and was very thankful that he was able to do what he loved—fly helicopters.

  A glance at his battle brothers gave him their permission to take the lead in dealing with this. After all, he was the Daddy Dom, the one who comforted and cuddled, and guided with gentleness. It took him a minute to come up with a plan, but when he did, he smiled.

  “Okay, sweetheart. Here’s the plan. For the rest of today you are going to relax and not worry about anything. Tomorrow morning, I’ll call a friend of mine and set up an appointment. He’s a counselor with an employment agency whose specialty is finding veterans positions in the civilian world. How’s that sound?”

  Jane blinked as she thought over his words. “You’d do that for me?”

  Colt smiled. “Of course I will. You’re a friend and I have the ability to help. But for now, we want you to have another beer while we eat some of that cake you brought. Then Zac will go work his magic on the grill while we finish getting the rest of dinner ready. After dinner, maybe we’ll play a couple of hands of poker before we take you home.”