by Chloe Lang
“No thanks, Sean,” Jacob said. “We’ll be staying later than you three. It’s Carrie’s first time, so we have a lot planned for her tonight.”
A shiver ran up and down her spine as she wondered what he and Josh had in mind for the evening for her.
“Sure thing,” Sean said.
“We’ll see you at the club, guys.” Matt turned to Jena. “Come with us, sub.”
Jena smiled and sent her a knowing wink. “Yes, Master.”
Matt and Sean led Jena to the entrance to the garage, which was through the kitchen.
When they were alone, Josh pulled Carrie in close and kissed her, getting the first round of tonight’s tingles started. “God, you look hot.” He spun her around to face Jacob. “Don’t you agree?”
“I do,” Jacob said and pressed his mouth to her lips. “Let’s go, little sub.”
“Yes, Master.” She smiled, and he smiled back.
“We have set up some surprises for you tonight, angel. Things we’ve never done with you before.” He kissed her again and then opened the door.
As her excitement enlarged inside her, her legs wanted to run to the truck. She didn’t but instead remained between Josh and Jacob, her two big bad Doms. They’d saved her, not just from Willie, but from the self-doubt and fear that had manifested as the smoke in her nightmares. The darkness was gone. Her nightmares, too, replaced by wonderful dreams. And because of her two wonderful men and with the help of Sam, her memories were back in place.
When they got to the end of the sidewalk, she stopped by the passenger door of the truck. She could’ve opened the door herself, but knew the rules they’d set up between each other. So she waited.
Josh grabbed her hand and brought it up to his chest. Having his hot flesh and leather straps of his harness under her fingers felt good.
“We’re not driving, sweetheart.” Josh smiled. “It’s a beautiful Colorado night. The club is only a few blocks away.”
“We’re walking?” She was shocked to hear that. The only way to Phase Four from here was down South Street, out in the open, where anyone could see how she was dressed. “B–but—”
“But what?” His voice deepened and his eyes grew dark, making her tremble.
She lowered her gaze. “I’m sorry, Master, but I’m more nervous than I thought.”
“And?” Jacob said, stroking her hair.
“And I feel exposed wearing this outfit. What if Hiro or Melissa sees me when we pass by the Wok?”
He and Josh laughed.
“They’re at their home, angel. Asleep by now. Besides, you look incredible. We like you exposed.”
“We want the whole world to see what a beautiful woman we have,” Josh added. “Understand?”
“Yes, Master.” She remembered what Jena had said about how Doms liked parading subs around the club, prizes to show off. I’m Josh and Jacob’s prize.
She walked between them, holding their hands. Each step closer to the club increased the butterflies in her belly. She was excited and nervous. What awaited her at Phase Four? What were the special things Josh and Jacob had planned—for her?
As they turned onto South Street, she noted that the protective plastic was still in place on the statues and all the buildings. Once Willie had been locked away, she’d returned to playing paintball. Her squad, the Pistol Packing Mamas, had come out on top of the team round, taking the blue ribbon. That win moved Ethel to the top of the leader board. Carrie sat in the twentieth position, which was pretty good since she’d forfeited one round and had to miss two others. Tomorrow was the closing ceremony, and even though she wouldn’t get a trophy she wanted to be there to see Ethel get hers.
She spotted Belle, the pregnant woman she’d met at the paintball information desk, walking with two handsome men, Belle’s husbands, no doubt. Belle wore slacks and a green top. The man on her right wore a cowboy hat, jeans, and boots. The one on her right was in a US Marshal’s uniform.
Oh God. What if they see me? She took a deep breath, hoping that they wouldn’t. Why didn’t I put on a long jacket over this outfit before we left?
“Hey, guys,” Josh waved at them, ruining her chance of remaining inconspicuous. “Nice night for a walk.”
“It sure is,” the uniformed one said.
“Where are the boys?” Jacob asked.
“Back home,” the other man answered, “with Riley, who came by to take care of them while their parents enjoyed a night out.”
“Carrie, you look great,” Belle said, smiling. “Is this your first time to the club?”
She nodded, feeling better about being seen on the street in her naughty schoolgirl outfit.
“I remember my first time with these two.” Belle looked at her husbands with adoring eyes.
“Should you be walking being so far along?” She didn’t know much about pregnancy, having been on the run for so long. But she planned on learning more. One day I want children of my own. With Josh and Jacob. “Aren’t you due any day?”
“Doc says walking is good for me. And who knows? Maybe tonight will be the night I get to hold my baby girl. Have fun at the club.”
They passed a few more people on the way to Phase Four, and each encounter only made her more excited. I’m Josh and Jacob’s prize. They are proud to show me off.
When they got to the front doors of the club, there were people lined up out the door. All wore a variety of BDSM clothing, and in comparison to many of the female subs’ dresses, her outfit was almost modest. Almost.
Her nervousness returned in full force. Am I really ready for this? She wondered how big the crowd was inside.
The line moved quickly and they were inside the reception area of the club in no time at all.
Unlike the rest of the people who flashed a membership card at the big Dom standing by the door that opened to an expansive hall, Josh and Jacob led her to the reception desk. She still could hear the music from the room beyond, causing her pulse to increase as she filled out the club’s paperwork. According to the form, Josh and Jacob, who were already members of the club, were to be her escorts. She was their responsibility.
“You’re all set,” the Dom behind the desk said, handing Jacob a key. “Enjoy.”
They walked into the club. All she could see in every direction were wall-to-wall Doms and subs.
There were four stages, each with scenes being played out.
One was decked out like a pirate ship, complete with cannons, sails, and masts. The three Doms and sub on the platform were dressed for their roles perfectly. One of the Doms even had an eye patch, making her wonder if it was for the scene or for real. The woman was tied to the center mast and the men were flogging her one at a time. The look of ecstasy on the sub’s face couldn’t be missed.
On the center stage was a cage. The scenery reminded her of a medieval dungeon in many ways. Inside the cage was a male submissive, completely naked. His two Doms were poking him with what appeared to be electric prods. The male sub had that same faraway look as the woman on the other stage.
The other two stages were dimly lit and vacant of people, though they were decorated with one reminding her of a doctor’s office and the other a classroom.
At both of the active stages were large audiences watching intently. Others in the club filled the dance floor.
“Let’s watch,” Jacob said. He and Josh led her to the pirate ship stage.
She noticed several men in white leathers. She’d learned they were called the angels, club Doms who enforced Phase Four’s rules and protocols. Until yesterday, when Josh and Jacob had resigned, they had been club Doms. When they’d told her about their decision to quit, she’d asked Jena why she thought they’d done that. Jena had told her that club Doms not only kept the peace at Phase Four, they were also trainers for the club, teaching both Doms and subs about the lifestyle.
After hearing that, Carrie was glad that Josh and Jacob had resigned. She didn’t want to share her Doms with anyone. Ever.
The moans of the woman on the pirate stage demanded her full attention, pushing away Carrie’s racing thoughts. That’s when she recognized who the submissive was. Amber Stone, Belle’s sister who had also worked at the information desk with Jena. Amber’s three Doms had to be her husbands. The casual onlooker might have missed the care with which they treated Amber, but Carrie saw it with every caress, pinch, and slap. The result was Amber was in that state of warmth and fuzziness that she herself craved. A state of utter bliss.
Josh leaned over and said, “Come with us, sub.” His commanding tone made her tingle all over.
She followed him and Jacob to the stage that looked like a classroom. When they led her up the stairs onto the platform, her heart thudded like a hummingbird’s.
“Look at our sub’s face, Jacob.” Josh smiled. “She’s wondering if we mean to put her on display for the whole club, and that’s making her very nervous.”
Jacob came up beside her, putting his arm around her. “Are you nervous?”
“Yes, Master.” The truth. “Do you really want me to do a scene in front of everyone…on my first night at the club?”
“We do. We want to show you off. You’ll do great, angel. We’ll make sure of it.” Jacob led her to one of the student chairs. “Sit.”
She obeyed and watched her two Doms empty out their satchels on the table by the teacher’s desk. They were meticulous in spreading out the toys and paraphernalia for tonight’s fun. Jacob held up a scary-looking black paddle before placing it on the table’s surface.
She found the desk unusual. At each corner was a metal post with an attached ring. Four posts and rings no doubt meant to attach clamps and cuffs to in order to restrain submissives.
She was excited, proud, and so deliciously nervous.
Josh walked over to a panel and switched on the lights of the stage. Keeping her eyes locked on Josh and Jacob was the only thing that held her in place as she could hear people moving to the seats in front of the stage. Our stage. Oh God. I’m really doing this.
Josh came over. “Play your part, sub. Put those glasses back on and hold up the lollipop.”
“Yes, Master.” She didn’t dare break focus from him and Jacob. In her mind, she pretended this was a classroom and they were her teachers. Actually, they were. They’d taught her so much and now the nightmare smoke was gone forever. She felt strong and powerful. Whole. And with them, she could always embrace everything feminine inside her.
Jacob came over, carrying a blindfold and a pair of earphones attached to his cell.
Josh addressed their audience. “Tonight Master Jacob and I will—”
“Focus on me, angel,” Jacob said as Josh continued setting up the scene for those watching. “This is your first public scene. Relax. Josh and I know what to do. I’m going to remove two of your senses, sub. That will allow you to let go of your fears much faster in this context.”
As he continued telling her about what he was about to do to her, she felt her anxiety fade and her anticipation sharpen.
He removed the black-framed glasses and placed the blindfold on her, taking away her vision as he’d promised.
“I’ve selected some wonderful songs for you. Focus on them. Listen to their beats. This will drown out all the sounds around us. Understand?”
She nodded.
He placed the earphones in her ears. The song playing from his music list was an instrumental with a heavy bass line. The hypnotic beat lulled her quickly.
She felt four hands on her—Josh and Jacob’s. They guided her out of the seat and led her forward. They bent her over the desk until she was on her tiptoes. Then they stretched out her arms. She felt leather around her wrists. Being attached to two of the desk’s metal posts kept her from moving her arms.
Oh God. How many people are watching?
She took a deep breath and focused on the beat of Jacob’s song. Boom. Boom. Boom.
She was on stage, on display, trembling. When they lifted her skirt, she tensed. One of the earphones was removed and she heard Jacob whisper, “Trust us. Listen to my music. Focus on what you’re feeling. Imagine we are alone. You. Me. Josh. Nothing else exists but us.”
“Yes, Master.”
When the earbud went back in place, her temperature rose and so did her anticipation.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
The tribal beat swirled inside her head, and the beats of her heart began to match the music.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
The earbud came out. “Don’t forget your safe word, sweetheart,” Josh said. “What state are you in?”
He and Jacob were taking such good care of her. They wanted to show her off, to push her boundaries. But even more they were making sure she felt safe. “Flight. I want to fly, Master.”
“Very good, sub.”
The earbud went back in place again.
She realized how far she’d come with them. No way would she have even considered acting this way before. No more running. The more they gave her, the more she wanted to submit to them. Her love for them continued to expand and deepen.
She felt their hands on her ass, caressing her, showing her off for their audience.
Then the first slap of one of the paddles landed in the center of her ass. It stung deliciously, but she reminded herself that they were not alone. There are people watching. Oh God.
Gentle caresses from her Masters eased her mind back into a state of acceptance, of submission, of trust.
Another slap. This one harder than the one before. Tears tickled her eyes. The drums rhythmic pulse continued. Another slap of the paddle and she slipped into that warm, floaty space.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Resistance was gone. She was Josh and Jacob’s prize to do with as they pleased.
Her body was warming with every slap and caress.
They removed the cuffs and rubbed her wrists. When they lifted her off the desk, they kept the blindfold and earbuds in place. One of her Masters lifted her up into his arms. She melted into Jacob, recognizing his scent with its hint of oak.
Josh kissed her. Even blindfolded, she knew his lips intimately.
They were moving her. To where? She didn’t know. Another stage? She was no longer concerned with their audience. She was filled with pride that Josh and Jacob had shown her off. She felt sexy, naughty, and so turned on. Who knew I was such an exhibitionist? Josh and Jacob must have sensed it or else they wouldn’t have set up the public scene for her.
Heat rolled through her like wild fire. They removed the earbuds. She focused, trying to make out any sounds. But she heard only the hum of what sounded to her like air conditioning. When they removed the blindfold, she knew why the sounds of the crowd at Phase Four were gone. They had taken her from the stage to a private room. They were alone.
Jacob lowered her to her feet and bent down, pressing his mouth to her lips. “You did great, angel. We’re so proud of you.”
“Yes, we are, sweetheart,” Josh said. “Very proud.”
Hearing their praise made her tingle all over.
Jacob folded a towel and placed it on the floor in front of her. “On your knees, sub.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Take a look around this room Master Josh and I chose for you while we prepare.” Jacob slung his satchel on the table next to Josh’s.
She’d been unaware of anything while they’d been on stage except the slaps to her ass and their wonderful aromas. Now, she was allowed all her senses.
She scanned the room. It had deep red walls. There was a bench and a table in the center of the space. Against the wall was a bed. Seeing Josh and Jacob put fresh sheets on the bed flooded her with excitement.
Josh and Jacob walked back to her. They stripped her out of her naughty schoolgirl outfit. They caressed her entire body without reservation. I’m theirs and they are mine. She felt wild and sexy.
Jacob got an electric wand from his satchel and pressed it to her nipples, delivering wonderful shocks. Josh licke
d her pussy, which was getting wetter and wetter.
Once again, Jacob covered her eyes with the blindfold and placed the buds in her ears. The room vanished and the tribal drums returned. More shocks and more licks. Electricity rolled through her, creating lines of energy from her throbbing nipples to her aching clit.
They guided her back on her feet and to the bench she’d seen. After they bent her over, lubricant was applied to her ass.
An earbud was removed.
“What state are you in, angel?” Jacob asked as Josh continued fingering her anus.
“Flight, Master.”
He kissed her on the cheek and returned the earbud to its place. She was blazing inside and the pressure they were stoking continued to grow. She wanted them, wanted them with every ounce of her being. But they were in charge. They set the pace. She was along for the ride, a ride of pleasure that would satisfy her utterly. She felt treasured, beautiful, vulnerable— and totally safe.
Then she felt something cold on her nipples. She realized the wand was gone and that Jacob was touching her taut buds with ice. The sting drove her wild and increased her desires even more.
Josh slipped a butt plug into her ass. The stretching was intense, but once it was fully seated inside her all that remained was more need, more hunger, more want to please her Masters.
Then she felt something warm on her abdomen. The bud was removed. “What do you think this is I’m touching you with, little sub?”
“I don’t know. Something metallic that’s been heated a little.”
“Very good. It’s a spoon that I warmed up in my hands. But now I want you to stop trying to deduce what I’m touching you with and focus on how your body is responding.”
“Yes, Master.”
He put the earbud back in place and the drums came back.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Jacob ran something soft over her arms, legs, and breast. As he’d commanded, she didn’t try to figure out what it was. She only focused on the sensations his caresses were awakening on her tingling skin.
Josh’s fingers threaded through her pussy’s folds and pressed on her throbbing clit, increasing her pressure to overwhelming.
They removed the plug, the earbuds, and blindfold and lifted her off the bench. Josh carried her to the bed and stood her up next to it.
