Loving Two Doms (Club El Diablo)

by Holly S. Roberts

  A few moments later, Matt ran a warm cloth over her ass and cleaned what she now realized was cheap petroleum jelly he found in her bathroom cabinet. They shuffled her again so she was lying partially on Stephon’s lap with her head on Matt’s.

  “Does your ass hurt, love?”

  Even through the haze, the question embarrassed her and her answer came out harsher than she meant. “Yes.”

  “Not quite enough.”

  He turned her so she was ass up on his lap and her head hung over the outer curve of Matt’s leg. The first slap to her rear forced a scream from between her lips. Matt’s hand covered her mouth. “You can take this. If you bite my hand, it means you’re using your safeword.”

  Stephon didn’t wait and his hand landed again and then again. Her tears started in earnest and then turned to sobs. She didn’t know how many times he struck her, but she didn’t bite the hand covering her mouth. Her breathing slowed, her mind clouded, and though she tried to focus, it was impossible. She scarcely realized when Stephon stopped and her panties slipped from her wrists. The warmth of two male bodies held her while she cried—her mother’s death, her father’s betrayal, the motorcycle accident that killed her fiancé, the surgeries to fix the shattered bones of her face, the assault, and her absolute feelings of helplessness during all of it rolled through her sluggish thoughts. She clutched Matt and Stephon closer and cried for everything she’d lost.

  Tissues swiped her nose and mouth. Tender arms wrapped her tight. An overwhelming sense of peace flooded throughout her body.

  Chapter Thirty-two

  Matt

  He called for a car, and watched her dress and gather a few of her personal items. They spoke little and both men watched her closely.

  Matt knew Stephon would never seriously hurt her. He had too much control of his inner demons, and when they got to be too much, he found relief in pain to his own body. Stephon needed to talk with her and place all his cards on the table, but Matt couldn’t make him.

  They entered the suite and Stephon changed into workout clothes and left with little more than telling them he’d be a while. Jewel took a shower and Matt could only stand her crying for a few minutes before he joined her.

  “Shh.” He pulled her against his chest. “Talk to me.”

  Her tears slowed. “I didn’t mean to make him so angry.” Her fingers bit into the skin of his back.

  “He’s not angry at you. Only himself.”

  “But why?” She still didn’t lift her head.

  “He needs to talk to you about that. He would never harm you—redden your ass maybe, suffer through you squirming and sighing with a ball gag, but never go past a certain point. He has demons, hell we both do, but his are more internal. Give him time and I think someday he’ll share them with you.” He pushed her gently away and grabbed the soap, making quick work of washing her body. She stayed quiet and after drying her off, he took her to bed and held her close. She fell asleep within minutes, but Matt waited for Stephon.

  More than an hour passed before he heard the front door open. Stephon went into the bathroom and took a quick shower before joining Matt and Jewel on the bed. Even in sleep, Jewel’s body sought Stephon’s out. She turned and snuggled fully into his chest, allowing Matt to spoon her against his body and place his hand on Stephon’s shoulder. The other man’s fingers settled on Matt’s hand and the night drifted away.

  ***

  They made it through the week and managed to tie up loose ends while Jewel worked at the cafe. George and Starla spoke to a realtor and made the decision to move within a month or two of Jewel’s relocation. The rest of the band headed back to California for some down time with no practice schedules or concerts.

  Stephon went out of his way attending to Jewel’s needs, from multiple orgasms each night to shopping and buying her a new wardrobe. He kept his promise and destroyed each work uniform she possessed, but he did it playfully and had her laughing while running from him trying to dodge his determined hands.

  Her hips and ass had several bruises from their rough treatment, but when she discovered they turned Stephon on, her bratty behavior temped him to cause further marks.

  He purchased her first corset and the last night in Houston they took her to the club and teased her with a flogger and tawes. The Club El Diablo would always be a second home to them, but they had another club they visited in Los Angeles that catered to their lifestyle.

  Damian provided his private plane for their trip home and after kisses and hugs goodbye to Starla and George, they managed to get Jewel to their California home. He loved her enormous eyes as they shamelessly showed her around the property and then made slow, sweet love to her in the backyard gazebo.

  Within two weeks they settled into a routine of sorts. Jewel cooked occasional dinners, and made several batches of muffins on the weekends because the band seemed to figure out the baking schedule and descended when she gave them an open invite. Jewel attended rehearsals, changed the twice-weekly house cleaning crew to her preferred schedule, and agreed to help Angela with her charity for young mothers. Overall, Jewel made their lives complete in such a short amount of time that it seemed she had been part of their dynamic forever.

  Matt watched Stephon closely, seeing his friend fight his inner demons for Jewel’s sake. He knew eventually it wouldn’t work, but Stephon had to figure it out on his own. Jewel had a way of bringing Stephon out of his deep moods and making him laugh.

  At the end of the second week they took her to the bank and opened an account in her name.

  “This doesn’t feel right,” she whispered in the large banking lobby as they walked to their scheduled appointment with a financial consultant.

  “It does to us.” Matt took her hand and kissed her fingers.

  “I have everything I need and the two of you spoil me rotten as it is.”

  “Take the money, love, or I’ll redden your ass so you don’t sit down for a week.” Stephon’s tone was playful but stern.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She squeezed Matt’s hand tightly when she saw the balance on the account book handed to her, but she didn’t protest.

  The money was solely in her name and guaranteed that if something happened to the two men she would be cared for. If she left them, the money went with her, and though they didn’t want to think about it, Stephon brought it up more and more.

  “Then fuck it all and marry her, damn it,” Matt said one afternoon while they worked out in their home gym. Jewel was running errands with Angela.

  Stephon slowly lowered the weights pressed above his chest. The bar landed on the rack with a clang and Stephon stood up and started pacing the floor.

  “Why would I marry her and not you?” he finally asked.

  “Does it matter which one of us does it? Hell we can get divorced every year so she can marry the odd man out. I don’t really care if we marry her at all. A piece of paper won’t change how I feel, but I’m sick of hearing your doubts. If it will make you more secure, then stop this shit and put a ring on her finger.”

  Stephon sat down on the bench and put his head between his hands. “Christ. I don’t know why I do this shit.”

  Matt wasn’t going to tell him, because he knew deep down Stephon knew exactly what he needed to do. But Stephon needed to take that step on his own.

  Chapter Thirty-three

  Jewel

  Her two weeks in California had flown by. She wasn’t happy with the bank account, but enjoyed ordering and buying things for the guys. She did it subtly so they couldn’t object, and she also set up a monthly donation to the Standing Stone Woman’s Organization, which helped teen and single mothers get on their feet. She went to fundraisers with Angela and promised to help organize a small one to get her feet wet.

  She loved the guys in the band and they treated her like family. She gave them an open invitation to visit, but after the band’s drummer, Lefty, interrupted an intimate play session in the gazebo, she decided to make a cha
nge. She baked three dozen muffins and waited for everyone to arrive on Sunday morning. They were barbequing that afternoon at Krispin and Angela’s home next door, but the guys didn’t miss her weekend morning treats.

  She left the room when they all sat at the table smothering her blueberry muffins with butter and drinking coffee. She returned with a large yellow ribbon, causing several of them to look at her inquisitively. One nudged the other until every eye in the room rested on her.

  With outrageously red cheeks, she held up the ribbon. “When this is on our front door it means we’re busy. It doesn’t mean go around to the back of the house or call Stephon’s and Matt’s cell phones. We’re spending alone time and don’t want to be interrupted.”

  “Why didn’t I think of that?” Angela clapped her hands in appreciation. “I’m heading to the store as soon as I finish eating.”

  “I bought you some ribbon too.” Jewel smiled, and then her face reddened even more when the guys started teasing the two women. Matt came up behind her and placed his arm over her shoulder. “You dudes are jealous. Get your own, and don’t make Stephon kick your ass.”

  “Yes, because I will,” Stephon broke in with good-natured laughter. He walked over and kissed Jewel’s cheek. “Impressive, love.” He turned hard eyes on Lefty, but he lowered his voice and spoke in Jewel’s ear, “They don’t need to see more of your naked body than someone already has.”

  “It never bothered you before,” mumbled Lefty.

  “It bothers her, so heed the yellow ribbon,” Matt spoke for Stephon too.

  The men helped clean the kitchen then dispersed, only to congregate later at Krispin’s. The barbeque ended with them all playing volleyball in the pool and then a late night inside Krispin’s house playing music.

  The yellow ribbon was a complete success, and Jewel felt a sense of power being able to walk around the house nude and knowing no one would intrude. The coded gate out front kept everyone but family out. Her only concern was Stephon. His cranky moods seemed to be getting worse and she knew Matt watched him closely. She wasn’t afraid, but the tension only went away when they made love each night in their bedroom. Matt called it Stephon’s demon, but she felt the weight of it even when they went into their private playroom. She hoped with time he would talk to her.

  ***

  Red welts covered her ass on the night of her four-month anniversary in California. She admired them in the bathroom mirror before taking a long shower, washing her hair, and shaving her pussy. If she didn’t shave herself, Stephon would, and while she didn’t mind when he shaved her, she also liked to please him.

  She left the bathroom and surprisingly the men weren’t waiting for her in bed. She made her way downstairs, but stopped when she heard them talking in the den.

  “Dammit, just talk to her.”

  She hated eavesdropping, but Matt’s voice wasn’t its normal easy-going tone, and somehow she knew he was talking about her. She slowly sat down on the bottom stair and listened.

  “It will only upset her. She doesn’t need to be part of that side of my life.”

  “I do, and you are not going alone. If you don’t talk to her, I will.”

  Jewel rose and walked into the room. Matt stood slightly behind Stephon’s chair with his hand on the other man’s shoulder. She smiled at Matt and walked over, giving him a soft kiss. She then walked back around the chair and crawled up on Stephon’s lap. She was never sure how he would react when she acted aggressive. Sometimes he punished her in delightful ways, and sometimes he just fucked her, but she always knew he liked to make the first move. Not tonight. This was ending right now.

  She scooted up further, ignoring his scowl, and took his face in her hands. She leaned in and put her nose to his. “Tell me, Stephon. I won’t run, I won’t hide. I will continue loving you because that’s what you both give me. You make me stronger. This will only work if I can add that strength to yours.” His eyes widened and then lowered, but before he could close them, she quickly moved her hands from his face and into his hair. Her wet tresses fell forward and small drops of water rolled down his cheeks. “I love you. Share the bad with me too.”

  His head came forward onto her breasts. In one move he stood up. Her legs tightened around his waist. She looked over his shoulder and frowned at Matt. He nodded then followed as Stephon carried her into the living area and sat down on the couch. He resituated her body so she rested in his lap. Matt joined them and gathered her legs across his.

  Stephon finally began talking. She learned about the two men’s relationship, their unbreakable bond, and the demon that haunted them both.

  “It was a baby girl, and even bloody, she looked so peaceful. I laughed after pulling the trigger. I fucking laughed.”

  He didn’t cry, but Jewel cried for him. He was little more than a child himself when it happened. He carried his wounds deep within his soul. He comforted her, whispering soft endearments and cradling her body close to his heart. When she was able to speak past her tears, she finally asked, “What do you need, Stephon? What have you hidden from me?”

  He explained he needed to visit the LA club and had an appointment at ten that evening. She’d seen Angela whipped, but she hadn’t liked it. Remembering her feelings after Stephon spanked her the one night in her apartment, she thought maybe she understood, but her fear for Stephon made her body shake. Before she knew it, Matt was driving them to the club with Stephon holding her in the backseat, continuing to offer comfort.

  “You don’t need to do this,” he crooned, his own uncertainty coming through.

  She didn’t acknowledge his statement, she refused to argue. “I love you.” She cuddled closer against him, breathing in his scent and taking comfort from his arms.

  It was a Thursday night and they’d only brought her to the club once. She dressed in a black lace silky confection that hugged her curves and ended slightly above her ass cheeks, which remained uncovered due to her black thong. A black robe covered her decently until they walked into the club and she handed it to a short, heavyset woman at the front desk dressed in leather and chains. The club wasn’t as refined as Damian’s exclusive domain, but the people were friendly and welcomed her. Matt slipped a temporary collar on her neck so there was no doubt that she belonged to them. Stephon wore black jeans and an untucked white shirt open halfway down his chest. Matt was in a leather vest showing the ink on his chest and arms. He wore blue jeans that hugged his ass and thighs.

  Stephon’s appointment was with a two-hundred and fifty pound Native American man named Master Joseph. He didn’t wear a shirt; his overly defined muscles rippled with every movement he made. Jewel hadn’t met him the first time she was here. He nodded to Matt and Stephon, ignored her, and then went back to rubbing a cloth along an incredibly long tan-colored whip. Just the look of the leather had Jewel clenching her hands.

  Stephon undressed and handed his clothes to her. “Lay them on the cabinet, love.”

  He seemed incredibly calm. Taking a deep breath, she controlled her emotions and gave him a gentle smile then walked away and did as he said. When she turned back, Matt was strapping Stephon on what she’d learned was a St. Andrew’s Cross. Mesmerized, she watched her dominant lover give away the total control he maintained so fiercely. Matt eventually walked back over and grasped her wringing hands, bringing them to his lips, and kissing the backs of her fingers.

  Stepping closer, he whispered in her ear, “I’m here, Jewel. We’ll get through this together. Be strong. He needs this and he needs you to accept it.”

  “Step back and keep your sub out of the way.” Joseph missed nothing and he was obviously aware of Jewel’s uncertainty.

  Matt moved her back, and Jewel looked around at the large space that had been cleared so Joseph could work the long whip. Several people wandered over to watch the scene. Jewel lifted her chin and stared at the bare, unmarred back of one of the two men she loved. Matt pulled her tightly to his side, and she managed to gather the edge of his ves
t into her hands while still mostly facing Stephon. The starling crack of the whip beside Stephon’s body made her jump and Matt’s arms squeezed gently. “Stand tall.” His low-pitched voice breathed in her ear.

  And she did. The first strike against Stephon’s back registered and she saw him flinch, but he made not a sound, so neither did she. Matt held her up as Stephon’s painful therapy continued, and then when Stephon cried out for the first time, Matt’s mouth came down punishingly on hers. He didn’t wipe away her tears, but told her to hush when a sound of distress passed her lips after the kiss ended. She tried closing her eyes, but that was worse. Her mind screamed ‘red,’ and with every lash of the whip she pulled back the driving need to shout the word loudly and stop what happened in front of her. If Matt wasn’t holding her up, she would have been on the floor in a puddle of sobbing tears.

  She wanted to place her hands over her ears so she could no longer hear the whip or hear Stephon’s tortured cries, which were now growing steadily worse.

  “He’s almost there. You’re doing great.”

  She bit her lip, forced down the safeword, and tightened her fingers further into his leather vest. With the next strike, she turned her head into his shoulder and screamed against his skin. The ugly sounds stopped, though she heard soft voices above the gentle beat of Matt’s heart.

  “He needs us now.”

  She looked up and saw Stephon sagging against his bindings, his legs no longer completely supporting him. The whispers of the people watching faded as they went in search of another thrill. Joseph nodded to Matt and then once again picked up his cloth and went to work on the whip. Jewel gathered her courage and walked with Matt to Stephon’s side.

  “I’m unstrapping your legs. Can you hold yourself up?” Matt began unbuckling the ankle straps as soon as Stephon said yes.