“Numbers two, five, and nine, bring me your collars,” Master Dominic said, drawing everyone’s attention to him once more. The two submissives crossed to stand before him and with heads hung down, removed their collars and handed them over. “To the rest of you, congratulations on surviving week two of The Submissive Games. You are dismissed until nine o’clock next Saturday night when we will be running the final night of games.”
Jane sighed when she did not hear her number called. Now that the formalities of the evening were concluded, she could only hope that Master Brand had some fun and games of his own for them to play.
She had not been kidding with her suggestion for another orgasm like the one he had just pushed her through. She would take all of those she could get, whenever she could get them, as long as her Helo Trio were the ones doling them out.
Without a word, Brand released her, stepped back, and ran his hands down her arms to where his wrist cuffs encircled her arms. He clipped the leather cuffs together, then wrapped his hand around the two black carabiners. He led her through the slowly dissipating crowd to the chair where he had left his toy bag. Pick the bag up with his free hand, he turned to survey the room.
She stared at his back as he looked around, knowing now was not the time to be offering any suggestions or preferences. This was his show and she was just being allowed to be a part of it.
Finally, he headed to an open area near the front of the room that held just a leather-topped spanking bench. When they reached it, he dropped his bag to the side and then looked at her. “Climb on and get comfortable face down. We’re going to have some fun,” he said with a smile that had her stomach turning over in a strange combination of fear and excitement.
The bench was taller than usual. With her hands cuffed together, it took Jane a few seconds to figure out how to pull herself up on top of the bench. She then had to wiggle her body around so it was positioned correctly. By that time, Master Brand had opened his bag and chosen several floggers and paddles and laid them on a shelf along the back of the area.
“Good girl, but not quite what I had in mind,” he said as he grabbed her hips and repositioned her with her butt hanging over the end of the table. He then bent her legs and placed her lower legs on two lower shelves. After working his way around to the front of the bench, he turned her head to one side, then took her arms and pulled them up and around and then under the other end of the bench.
Jane tugged on her wrists, but found he had clipped them to something under the table, and she was locked down. She then felt him wrap something over her lower legs, securing them to the shelves they rested upon.
“Comfortable?” he asked once he was satisfied with her placement.
“Yes, Sir,” Jane whispered after testing her bonds and finding herself unable to move anything other than her hips and shoulders. With a deep sigh, she closed her eyes as she relaxed into the table. In seconds, her mental bonds to the here and now began to loosen and fall away.
Master Brand knelt beside her head and ran the back of a finger down her cheek. “Open your eyes, girl. I need to see you.”
It took some work, but Jane forced her eyelids up and looked at the man. “Hi,” she whispered with a smile.
“Hi. You’re already flying, aren’t you,” he said, not asking, but stating a fact.
“Mmmm,” she responded on a sigh.
“What’s your safe word, girl?” he asked as he finger-combed her hair back from her already damp face.
“Red, Sir.”
“Sing out if you need to. I’ll try not to leave any bruises because I know you’re starting your new job on Monday,” he said. “I know you’ve not had much experience, so today we’re just going to do some experimenting and see what you like.”
Jane smiled and nodded. “Thank you, Sir.”
With that, Master Brand kissed her cheek before standing and moving out of her line of sight. A moment later, warm, rough hands began to rub her back and ass cheeks briskly. Taking a deep breath, Jane closed her eyes and relaxed further into the bench.
Her skin felt like it was glowing when Master Brand stopped and stepped away from the table. The next thing that registered was a gentle thudding across her upper shoulders, which then slowly worked its way down her back to her ass.
Master Brand had her so relaxed from several different floggers that had increased from thuddy to stingy that by the time he changed to a paddle, she barely reacted to the three sharp strikes he took, one on each cheek and one in the middle.
“How we doing, girl?” he asked once again, as he had every time he changed toys.
“Green, Sir,” she tried to say, but her mouth refused to cooperate. She mumbled something, then wondered if he understood.
Two seconds later, his hand, which now felt cool against her skin, cupped her face. “Open your eyes and look at me,” he ordered gently.
It took several tries, but finally she shoved her eyelids up far enough she could see him. He looked worried for a second, then smiled at her. “Yeah, you’re good.”
“Yassirrrrrr,” she forced out before nodding her agreement.
She felt great, though would still like another orgasm. But as he had said earlier, she would take what he gave her.
“You up for a good fucking?” he asked before brushing a kiss on her nose.
Instead of trying to answer verbally, Jane just nodded.
“Words, girl,” he said, his tone sharpening.
Taking a breath, she focused on forming and pushing out the words. “Yes, please, Sir.”
“Good girl.” Brand kissed her cheek before rising and moving away once more.
Closing her eyes, Jane went back to drifting through subspace even as her back began to bend and flex, moving her hips up and down against the table. A sharp swat to her right ass cheek stopped that motion.
In the next instant, she whined as the butt plug was pulled from her ass, leaving that hole empty. Then she gave a long, low moan as his cock slid into her open, wet pussy.
It felt divine, and Jane gratefully allowed Brand to take her any way he wanted.
* * * *
The evening was turning out better than Brand could have hoped for. Jane had been amazing throughout the games, and had looked wild-eyed when crossing the finish line. But her restraint and ability to run while having things on her, and in her, and buzzing, was most impressive.
He kept their session afterward lighter than normal, more to see what she did and did not like than to cause pain. The knowledge that she had taken everything he had given her, and was floating in her happy place even after he had used the paddle on her made his cock so hard he could not stop himself from fucking her. He only hoped she was not so far into subspace that she could not get off again. Because he really, really wanted to see her come again.
Sliding his cock all the way in on the first stroke had him pausing to catch his breath. Her pussy was hot, wet, and so damn tight around his cock, it took more than a few seconds to pull his control back into place so he wouldn’t shoot off on the next stroke.
When his balls relaxed a bit, he pulled back and slid deep once more before pulling out. He needed to see her face, not just the back of her head. He reached down and released the wraps on her thighs before moving up the table and pulling her linked arms free of the hook attached to the underside of the table. Bringing them up, he then repositioned Jane so she was on her back with her legs pressed up to her body.
Holding her still with one hand, he went around and took hold of her hips as he slid his cock into the warm, wet glove of her pussy.
“Mmmm, nice,” she murmured.
She moved her arms around as if trying to figure out where to put them. He grabbed them and released the carabiner before lifting them to his shoulders.
“Yes, it is. Now, do I need to put the butterfly on you again, or can you come without it?” he asked.
He began a slow in-and-out motion, needing to keep things slow and easy as long as he could. H
e knew that once he began moving faster, things would get out of control in a hurry. And the last thing he wanted was to hurt the woman who was coming to mean so much to him, as well as to his battle brothers.
“Don’t need it,” she murmured, her words still soft and slurry around the edges even as her eyes were starting to regain their focus. “Just need you to fuck me like you mean it.”
Though Brand was tempted to pull out just to teach her exactly who was in charge, he held back, smiling down at her instead. “We’ll talk later about manners, but for now, I need you to hold off and not come until I do. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir,” she moaned, even as her body jolted from him pulling out and then thrusting home with force.
The barely there threads holding him back snapped at her words, and he began to move in and out of her hot wetness like a man possessed. He watched her face as she climbed the mountain of lust with him.
Just as his balls squeezed tight and his cock began to spasm, he stroked a finger over her clit and growled, “Come now, girl.”
In response, Jane’s whole body arched as her orgasm took her under. Her pussy tightened around him, coaxing another spurt of cum from him. It was then that Brand knew that, one way or another, he was keeping her. Whether or not Colt and Zac joined them, he was keeping this woman as his own.
Now all they had to do was convince her that she needed the three of them in her life.
Chapter Eleven
Walking into the club the next Saturday night, Jane wished they could skip the games and go straight to the scening part of the evening. She and her Helo Trio had gotten together Tuesday night for dinner and a DVD at their house, but other than that, she had not seen them. The men were busy with their work, and she was settling into her new job as the receptionist and file clerk at the family emergency room that had just opened up.
They had exchanged dozens of text messages each day, growing closer via technology. Brand, Colt, and Zac were on her mind constantly, and she had a feeling if they asked, she would gladly commit to whatever kind of relationship they wanted.
She loved her new job, and found she was good at it. What shocked her was that as she was clocking out earlier that evening, her boss told her he was giving her a raise, with the hope that she would stay and become a permanent part of their team.
Jane hoped so too.
And now that her work life was straightened out, she was looking forward to figuring out her personal life.
“Damn, girl, you look good,” Gia Rogers said after Jane took off the street-legal dress she had worn over her costume she had put together as per Master Dominic’s email directive.
“You think so?” she asked, looking down at the red, white, and blue lace she had sewn together to fashion minimal coverings for her breasts and pussy, similar to the over-the-shoulder mankini, which was the biggest, most horrendous bathing suit joke she had seen on the internet.
“Yes. Of course, you’ve got the body to pull something like that off. And being patriotic and all, with you being a veteran, you got it covered…or not,” Gia said with a giggle.
After placing her things in her basket and claiming her pink collar for the games, Jane entered the club. She had purposely arrived a few minutes early because she was curious about what the evening’s events held and was hoping to figure it out by what was on stage.
Except the curtains that were rarely used had been pulled closed.
“Well, damn,” she muttered to herself.
She turned away from the stage, went to the bar, and greeted Jackson, who stood behind the bar looking a little bored even as he talked to two of the newer dominants who had gone through the same BDSM 101 class she had. Lifting herself up, she sat on a stool, then waited patiently for him to turn his attention in her direction.
“What will you have, missy?” he asked as he stepped in front of her.
“A soda, please, Sir,” she answered.
Once he set it in front of her, she sipped at it as she watched the room fill. She was nearly done with her drink when Master Colt entered the room. He wore black cargo pants with a brown leather vest which left his sculpted chest and abs bare for all to ogle.
And ogle they did. Not just the women, but also a number of the men were watching him closely as he crossed the room. Jane climbed from her stool and headed to him. She needed to claim her Dom before someone else tried. The last thing she wanted was to do damage to another submissive because they got in her way.
“Good evening, little one,” Master Colt said as he pulled her in for a hug and a long, deep kiss that proved better than she ever could that they were together.
“Good evening, Master Colt. Are the others coming, as well?”
“No, we decided to see how well we got along this evening without them. Then we would like to get together one day next week to talk.”
Though his words were pleasant and nonthreatening, a chill ran through Jane. Would they decide she didn’t measure up and kick her to the curb? Or would they demand something from her she could not, or would not be able to give them?
“Hey, no fretting. It won’t be bad, I promise.” Master Colt gave her a squeeze before guiding her toward the left of the stage where a standing bulletin board had been placed. “Let’s go see where you are in the standings and how the betting is going.”
“Betting’s illegal in North Carolina,” she pointed out.
“But only if someone tells the cops that it’s more than a friendly wager between friends being held in a private club,” Master Colt said.
Jane had no argument for that, so she shut her mouth.
“And may I just say that these bits of lace you’re wearing are quite fetching,” he said, running his palm down her spine to pat a bare ass cheek. “I’m supposed to put wrist cuffs on you before the evening’s events begin. Give me your wrists, little one.”
“Thank you, Sir. I’m hoping it will win the sexy slave costume contest that is one of tonight’s events,” Jane said holding her hands out, palms up.
Master Colt smiled. He quickly wrapped her wrists in the padded leather cuffs he had on his belt. “Win or lose, you are beautiful in your little girlkini.”
Jane’s cheeks begin to burn as his smile and compliment did the trick and turned her on. “Thank you, Sir.”
“And afterward, you and I will be playing, and if you’re a very good girl, we’ll go upstairs to one of the private rooms. Would you like that?” Master Colt asked, stroking a hand over her hair and down the side of her face.
Jane nodded. “Yes, Sir. I’d like that very much.”
“Good evening and welcome to the third night of Club Esoteria’s Submissive Games.” Master Dominic’s amplified voice cut through all conversations in the room.
With that, Colt took her hand in his and led her toward the stage. Other couples came from other areas of the room, as well.
At the bottom of the stairs, Colt stopped her and turned her to face him. Leaning down, he gave her a deep kiss. When he lifted his head, he smiled down at her. “Do good and make us proud, little one.”
“Yes, Sir,” Jane responded automatically.
Lining up with the others, Jane took several deep breaths, trying to calm the rising tide of need that had her pussy damp and her nipples poking holes in the lace that covered them.
“We are down to six contestants for tonight’s games. By the end of the evening, we will have narrowed the field to three. Over the week, we will be sending out an email with instructions on how you, the members of the club, can vote for the winner of the first annual Submissive Games. The winner will be announced The Subbiest Sub of the Club one week from tonight.”
A murmur went through the crowd even as several people hooted and hollered their approval.
Jane shifted on stage, not sure where things were going from there. Last week’s race wearing toys had been a challenge, and she had a feeling that what they would face in a few minutes would be even harder. Looking out into the crowd of onlooke
rs, she found Master Colt. He was watching her with a proud smile, and at once she settled and stilled. It didn’t matter what was going to happen—she would get through it. She would make her men proud.
Then her attention was drawn to the two people who joined Master Dominic on the stage with them. Mistress Jenna and Master Taurus had owned the club before Master Dominic bought it. Each held a clipboard as they walked up and down the line of six submissives, stopping in front of each contestant for a few seconds before moving forward. When they stopped in front of her, the men raised an eyebrow, and Mistress Jenna smiled and nodded as she wrote something.
When they finished, the three moved to the side of the stage and circled up to make their decision regarding the costume portion of the contest.
There was a lot of whispering and head shaking before the three apparently came to a consensus. Master Dominic clicked on his handheld microphone and looked toward the submissives.
Jane held her breath as he walked down the line one last time, looking them all over before stopping at the far end. “Numbers three, four, eight, eleven, and fourteen please step forward.”
The five took a step forward, leaving number thirteen behind. Jane and the others turned to watch Master Dominic walk up to the twink male and hold out his hand. With a sniff, the submissive unbuckled his collar and laid it across the club owner’s palm. Then he turned and hurried from the stage. His dominant caught him as he began to run toward the entrance.
“Now for the main event of the evening,” Master Dominic said, pulling her attention back to him.
With that, the curtains hiding the stage parted and slid back, exposing the rest of the stage, where three sets of chains hung from the ceiling, alternating with two portable St. Andrew’s crosses.
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