The Subbiest Sub of the Club

by Cooper McKenzie

  His heart squeezed when she smiled and nodded. “Thank you.”

  She turned and kissed Zac and then Brand. Then she unwound herself and bent forward to kiss him. She looked better than she had when she arrived. Though he knew job hunting was a major pain in the ass, at least now she would be going into it with a more hopeful, positive mindset.

  * * * *

  Brand was shocked when it was decided she would spend the night in his bed after she fell asleep on the couch. He figured Zac would want her in his bed since they had spent Friday night at the club together. Then he thought Colt would step in since he was the caregiver of the trio.

  They both declined for reasons that made no sense to Brand, but he didn’t question them. He only hoped Jane wouldn’t wake up swinging when she found herself in a relative stranger’s bed. Brand carried her to his king-size bed in the master bedroom at the opposite side of the house from the other bedrooms. Colt followed him.

  “Pull back the covers,” Brand whispered once he stepped into the room and moved out of the man’s way.

  “You’re not going to let her sleep in her clothes, are you?”

  Brand sent Colt a disbelieving Dom look before saying, “No, but I also don’t want to move her around more than necessary. I have a feeling she hasn’t slept much the past couple of nights. Between the stress of losing her job, and the extra beer she claimed she shouldn’t drink, she needs a good night’s sleep. Now go away.”

  Colt chuckled as he walked out of the room, pulling the door closed behind him.

  Once they were alone, Brand looked at the woman they were all falling for. “Jane, I’m going to take your clothes now. Please don’t kill me when you wake up naked and in my arms.”

  She didn’t respond except to turn her head so she would have been looking at him, if her eyes had been open.

  He made a face at himself as he reached down and opened her jeans. He had never had a problem undressing women before, but those women had been conscious, willing, and helping. He had to admit that this was the first time he was stripping a woman without her permission.

  Once he had relieved her of her jeans, socks, and shirt, leaving her with bright green boy shorts and an off-white sports bra, he paused to debate whether to finish the job, or allow her to keep her underwear. Once he decided to leave her like that to keep her from killing him when he woke up, he then began to wonder whether or not he would be able to sleep in his boxers. The erection that had risen with full force encouraged him not to, while his head said it would be better to sleep in his shorts than to try to explain why he was naked, even if it was his bed and he never wore clothes to bed.

  He froze when Jane murmured something before rolling to her side and curling into a ball. Thinking she was cold, he pulled the sheet and light blanket up over her.

  That’s when it hit him. Spending tonight with their woman was about more than fucking her when they woke up. It was about sleeping by her side, holding her, cuddling her if she had nightmares, and generally seeing her as more than a subbie to unleash his sadism on. Tonight was about caring for the woman, making sure she was safe, protected, and cared for, if she woke with a hangover.

  Tomorrow being his day off meant they could sleep late, and mess around in the morning if they wanted, but that was secondary to showing Jane the loving care he could provide her.

  After a trip to the bathroom where he stroked one out before washing up and brushing his teeth, Brand stripped down to his boxer briefs and crawled into bed beside her. It took a little maneuvering, but eventually he settled near the middle of the bed with Jane curled up against his side, her head sharing his pillow.

  Breathing her womanly fragrance had his cock twitching with renewed interest, but Brand silently growled at it, closed his eyes, and forced himself to sleep.

  Chapter Nine

  Friday evening, Jane bounced through the front door of the club, feeling like her entire being was filled with carbonation and anxiety. While she couldn’t wait to see the Helo Trio and tell them about her new job, she was nervous about what Brand would have to say about her leaving without waking him Monday morning.

  She had woken after the best night’s sleep she had had in ages, shocked to find Brand sleeping next to her. His soft snores told her he was still soundly asleep, and the last thing she wanted to do was wake a sadist. Instead, she slipped out of bed, gathered her clothes from the floor, and carried them to the other end of the house to the other bathroom. Colt and Zac were gone, so she dressed and left. She had found a sticky note on the front door with Colt’s friend’s name and number on it. Taking that with her, she walked out, making as little noise as she could.

  When she reached home, she found a text from Brand, promising a punishment because she had not woken him up. She texted back an apology, but none of the men tried to contact her all week, other than a few random texts about seeing her Friday night.

  After putting her dress and shoes into her basket, she checked in, and frowned when Gentry, who was working the front desk, handed her a pink plastic collar with a large tag and the number three on it.

  “It’s for the games tonight. You were supposed to wear one last week, but the tags didn’t arrive in time,” he said.

  “Okay. So, what are tonight’s challenges?” she asked with a smile, hoping for a bit of inside information.

  Gentry shrugged. “Mistress didn’t tell me, and I’ve learned not to push her for knowledge I don’t need. It just leads to painful trouble.”

  Jane nodded in sympathy when he stepped back and showed her that his cock and balls were locked in a cage that looked painful even to her.

  “Sorry,” she said even as her lady bits clenched in sympathy.

  “How goes it with the Helicopter Doms?” he asked as she snapped the collar around her neck, then adjusted it slightly.

  She couldn’t help the smile that grew just thinking about them. “Things are good. I think. Well, they were until I screwed up last Sunday. I’m hoping I can make things up to them tonight.”

  “Winning and then groveling would be a good beginning,” a deep, dark voice said behind her.

  Turning, she found herself looking up at Brand, who did not appear happy as he stepped up behind her. Before she could move out of his way, he wrapped a hand around her neck and moved her with him. “Check me in please, Gentry.”

  “Yes, Sir.” The submissive turned his attention to his paperwork while Brand guided her through the curtain and into the club.

  With his hand securely holding her neck, Jane relaxed and went where he pointed her. After stopping at the bar to leave Brand’s large toy bag and pick up two bottles of water, they ended up in one of the club chairs near the stage, with Jane sitting across Brand’s lap.

  “So, you want to talk about it?” he finally said after a long, long period of silence in which they watched the people who were playing before the games began.

  Not sure what to say, Jane curled up a little more and rested her head on his shoulder. “Talk about what?”

  Her head rose as he pulled a deep breath in. After holding it a few seconds, he released it in a slow, controlled exhale. “Talk about why you ran away. Do I scare you so much you’re afraid to be alone with me?”

  “Of course not,” Jane responded quickly. “I just…well…um…I had a lot to do and wasn’t sure why I was in your bed and nearly naked when you could have just left me on the couch. Why was I nearly naked and sleeping in your bed, anyway?”

  “Because Zac had to be on base before dawn for a preflight briefing, and Colt snores like a buzz saw and didn’t want to wake you up. You were not nearly naked—you were wearing more clothes than you ever will again when you’re in my bed,” Brand growled as his hand slipped between her thighs and up under the tight, barely there leather miniskirt she wore with a string-tie bikini top.

  She sucked in a breath as his fingers, still cold from the bottle of water, slid up, up, up between her legs until two fingers slipped right through her pus
sy opening. “You’re very wet for a girl who’s afraid of me,” he commented in a neutral tone.

  Jane took a breath, then released it on a soft moan as his hand pressed further against her. His fingers slid inside her, and his palm covered her clit, adding heat to the already hot, wet nub of flesh. “I’m not afraid of you,” she whispered softly.

  “Good to know,” he said as he worked his fingers in and out before adding a third and finding her G-spot. “Because after the games, you’re going to show me just how not afraid of me you are. I think a session on the cross should do it.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, panting as her arousal swirled around her like a tornado, getting closer and closer.

  Before her orgasm could swallow her whole, Master Brand used the fingers not in her pussy to pinch her clit, hard. So hard she jolted and gave a little cry of pain. Then he pulled his fingers from her pussy and licked her juices from them. Her body didn’t seem to understand, and instead of flying over the edge into her orgasm, it shuddered to a halt mere inches from the edge.

  “Mmmm,” he said as he cleaned his own fingers. “You taste delicious. I’ll have to remember that and maybe taste you later, if you behave and take your punishment like a lady.”

  Jane swallowed hard to keep the chuff of laughter from exploding out of her. Her a lady. Yeah, sure. Never had been, probably never would be. But she would do her best to accept his punishment like a Marine.

  At least that was her hope.

  “Good evening,” Master Dominic called the room to order a few moments later, bringing the room to order. “And welcome to night two of The Submissive Games. Would all contestants please report to the stage, and line up according to the number on your collar.”

  “Up you go, girl,” Brand said as he helped her from his lap. “Do good, and make us proud.”

  Once the submissives were lined up, Master Dominic walked up and down the line, looking over the fourteen contestants. Jane’s stomach knotted as he moved past her, his expression stern. Had she fucked something up and gotten eliminated? Or was he just trying to scare the crap out of all of them so there would be more competition tonight?

  He finally turned to his audience. “Three of these subbies did not make the cut and must be eliminated. They are numbers one, six, and twelve.”

  Turning to the line of submissives, he focused on the three wearing the numbers he had just called out. “Take off your collars and bring them to me.”

  The three looked both sad and relieved as they removed the plastic collars and laid them in Master Dominic’s free hand. Once they left the stage, Master Dominic once again turned to the audience.

  “Would the dominants who are acting as sponsors to the subbies remaining on stage please join us with a pair of wrist cuffs,” Master Dominic said.

  Brand stepped up in front of her and held out his hand. Looking into his eyes and hoping he saw her submission, Jane laid her right wrist across his palm. Once he secured that wrist in a cuff, she held her left wrist out and watched his face as he secured that wrist, as well. She was surprised when, before he followed the other dominants off stage again, he leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

  “Do me proud,” he whispered.

  And then he was gone, and the games began.

  * * * *

  Instead of returning to the chair they had been sitting in, Brand moved so he was at the front of the crowd, but situated to one side so he did not block too many people’s views. When Dominic announced the first game, Bobbing for Toys, he chuckled at the thought of what kinds of toys a sex club owner would put in a tub of water.

  Each contestant had two minutes to retrieve as many toys as they could from one of the three large tubs on stage. Once the subbies were in place, Master Dominic went down the row and hooked their cuffs together behind their backs. This time he started at the high numbers and worked his way down, so that Jane was in the third group of players.

  He watched her as much as he did the others players, so he saw she was planning and strategizing throughout the first and second heats. By the time it was her turn to kneel before the large tub filled with water, she was looking confident.

  And he saw why once Gia rang the starting bell. Unlike some of the others, Jane had no fear of what the water would do to her hair or makeup. She dove right in and quickly came up with the first bag. After dropping it to the side, she went back in again and again. By the time she finished, she had retrieved four bags, which put her at the top of the leaderboard by the time this portion of the evening was done.

  Once the last two had had their chances, the submissives were again lined up across the stage, each holding the bags of goodies they had won. Master Dominic walked up and down the line, stopped in front of two contestants farther down the row from Jane, and took their collars. After they left, Master Dominic called the dominants corresponding with the remaining submissives back to the stage.

  “Now, for the second challenge of the evening, a race. Dominants, please open the bags, and place the contents of the bags your subbies won on or in them, as the case may be. Once your subbie is decorated, please line them up here. They will be racing twice around the club, wearing their toys, with the start and finish line here. The last three to cross the finish line will be disqualified and turn in their collars.”

  Brand grinned as he opened the bags Jane held. “You did good grabbing four bags, but damn, you’re going to have a time running while wearing all this.”

  Her bags contained a medium-size bright-green butt plug with a small packet of lube, two pairs of pincer-style nipple clamps, and a purple butterfly with a bullet vibrator.

  Jane’s eyes grew wider and wider as he opened the bags, and her breathing grew deeper. Brand could see both excitement and fear in her eyes as he handed her the butterfly vibe.

  “Start by putting that on, then turn around and grab your ankles,” Brand said as he greased up the plug, then spread lube on his index finger.

  Once she had the vibrator on with the waist and leg straps secured, she turned and bent over, giving Brand a beautiful view of her ass and clenching back hole. “Spread your legs a little more,” he said as he smeared lube over her pucker.

  A moment later, he pressed his finger in, twisting it back and forth as he fucked her with it. Once he was certain she was well lubed, he placed the tip of the plug at her now slightly gaping opening and pushed it in, slowly but firmly. She gasped and tried to straighten up, but he smacked one ass cheek and she dropped back down again. When the plug was fully seated in her ass, he slapped her ass cheek again. “Up, girl, and turn to face me.”

  He quickly placed the first set of nipple clips on her already hard and beaded nipples. Then he took a step back, still holding the second set. “Hmmm, where to put these?”

  “Problem?” Master Dominic asked as he strolled by.

  “She only has one set of nipples, but two set of clips,” Brand said, holding up the clips.

  “Yes, that is a problem. Since they’re clips, get creative,” Master Dominic offered with a smile that had Jane shivering with dread.

  Brand smiled as he looked her up and down. After adjusting the butterfly so the bullet vibrator was nestled between her labial lips, he clipped the nipple clips to her earlobes tight enough that Jane gasped at the pain. Then he reached down and pressed the button that activated the vibrator.

  “Go get ’em, girl,” he said as he patted her ass to move her toward the rest of the crowd that was lined up at the starting line. “And no coming until later.”

  “Yes, Sir,” Jane said softly through what he knew were gritted teeth.

  He would not be surprised if she fell out midway through the run. That would be a disappointment for her, but a plus for him, though he planned on giving her a good session with his floggers and maybe a paddle or two afterward in any case.

  Once she was in line, he joined the other dominants on the far side of the stage to wait and watch.

  Chapter Ten

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p; It took every ounce of self-control, determination, and focus to cross the finish line without coming. When she finished, and Master Brand grabbed her and hugged her tight, all she could do was sag into his hold. She didn’t even care how far back in the pack she had been, she was just happy it was over.

  “Please, Sir,” she whimpered softly.

  With one hand behind her back, he reached down between them. He said, “Come, girl. You’ve earned it,” as he slid two fingers into her pussy and began to rough fuck her with them.

  Biting her lip and gritting her teeth, Jane worked to not make a sound as she jerked and jolted in his arms, though it was difficult. He kept finger-fucking her until she relaxed, resting harder against him. Only then did he stop. He pulled his fingers from her, then held them up to her lips and smiled when she opened her mouth and sucked them in. She cleaned them thoroughly before releasing them and resting her head against his chest.

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  She shivered when he dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “You did well, girl. Especially since you were wearing more toys than anyone else in the race.”

  “Did I qualify for next week?”

  “Yes, you came in sixth place. I’m going to have to think up something special for our scene to reward you for doing so well,” Master Brand said, keeping his voice low with a dark tone running through it.

  “Another orgasm like that last one would not be refused,” Jane suggested with a snarky grin.

  Master Brand stabbed his finger through her hair, then pulled her head back so she was looking up at his serious face. “You’ll take what I give you, girl, and be thankful I don’t toss you over my knee for a spanking for trying to top from the bottom.”

  “I’m sorry, Sir.”

  Her heartfelt apology soothed him and in the next instant he gave her a grin that promised more orgasms, if she survived whatever else he had planned for the rest of their evening. As they waited for Master Dominic to announce the results of the evening, Master Brand turned off the bullet vibe and pulled the harness down so she could step out of it. He then took the clamps off her ears and nipples. She sucked in a breath as blood began to flow back into her nipples, ramping the pain in them higher. He massaged her breasts, and then her entire breasts until she sighed with pleasure instead of pain.