Empowered [Sexual Magic 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Jennifer August

His silence was long and taut. She looked at him, surprised to find unease on his face.

  “What’s wrong, chéri?”

  “I’m not sure this is the right aspect for me.”

  “It’s like riding a bike after you fall off,” Noah said. “You have to get back on or you’ll always be afraid.”

  She snorted. “Did you just compare me to a bike?”

  He winked at her. “Yep. Come on, man, what do you say?”

  Gabriel’s sigh tore at her heart. Well did she remember those first few encounters. The fear and uncertainty, not to mention the shame and stigma often attached to the lifestyle. For a man of his power and reputation, indulging in this curiosity could be detrimental should word get out.

  She tipped her head and studied him closer. But perhaps such things as gossip and sideways glances would not bother him. He was a difficult one to figure out. He kept his emotions quite hidden most of the time.

  “I don’t know. God, why is this so difficult? Hell, I thought I’d come here, look around, hook up with a beach bunny for some mindless sex and go home. I never expected you two or any of the other mind-blowing shit I’ve run into.”

  “You can’t handle it?” Noah asked coolly.

  “I didn’t say that,” Gabriel snapped back. “I’m saying…” He stilled. “Hell, I don’t know what I’m saying.”

  But she did. She sensed his tentativeness. Knew he was shying away because of what he’d done. She uncurled her legs and shifted to a kneeling position, balancing her hands on his thighs. He stared at her in surprise, but he wasn’t so taken off guard his cock didn’t respond.

  Like a cat, she wound her way up his body, sliding her breasts along his chest, clenching and unclenching her fingernails in his legs.

  He remained still, but his eyes lit with desire.

  Madelyn licked at his throat, savoring the slightly salty tang of his skin. He tasted of ocean water and pure male. “First rule is honestly, remember?” she whispered.

  He nodded.

  “I know what you want. You want to control me. Force me to bend to your will. You want to know what it feels like to have a woman, this woman, under your domination. You want her begging, pleading you for her release and pleasure. Isn’t that correct, Gabriel?”

  His Adam’s apple bobbed, then his eyes narrowed, and he gripped her shoulders, pushing her upright. “Yes.”

  “Good, then that is where we shall begin.” She disengaged his grip and stepped off the couch. In a few quick moves, she stripped herself bare then stood proudly naked before them.

  She stared at the erection pushing at his crotch. “What turns you on so much? My nakedness or the idea of what you want to do to me?”

  “Both,” he rasped and rose. He looked at Noah, who also stood. “I will need your guidance. I suggest we form a plan, starting with the most simple and basic elements, then work our way up to more exotic including implements. I would like to know each level before moving to the next.”

  She chuckled. “Spoken like a true businessman.”

  His hand moved lightning fast and grazed her hip, fingertips digging into her buttocks. “I prefer strategist.”

  She gasped then smiled in delight. “Whatever you say, Sir.”

  “Sir,” he repeated, head tipped. “Is that the normal thing for a submissive to say to a Dom?”

  “It can be considered good etiquette,” she replied. “It varies, as in all things. Most Doms do prefer Sir or Master.”

  “Master?” His distaste was evident.

  “It’s a dual-purpose word,” Noah said. “It’s usually very private and a signal of commitment between a Dom and his submissive, most often following a collaring ceremony. But sometimes it helps a sub know if she’s being trolled.”

  Madelyn saw the confusion rising and covered Gabriel’s crotch to avoid the subject. “We’ll explain later. For now, I will call you Sir, if you like.”

  He nodded. “Sir is fine.” He looked at Noah. “I see we have a shit ton of information to go over. It’s not just spanking and games, is it?”

  “Hell no,” Noah replied. “It’s much more cerebral than that, but the route to such mind games is often started through physical touch. It’s a combination of both the intellectual—mind control, if you will—and sensory overload.”

  He motioned, and she stepped forward, dropping immediately into submissive mode. A delicious sense of foreboding washed over her. It was the kind of emotion that had her teetering on the edge of sensual madness. Though on one hand she knew what was coming, she didn’t know how. The unknown always thrilled her.

  “Clasp your elbows behind your back,” Noah barked. “I want your tits thrust out.”

  She did, arching her shoulders just a bit to enhance the lift of her large breasts.

  Gabriel’s low murmur of appreciation went all the way to her toes, and she bit back a pleased smile.

  “Before you even get to the stage of nudity, you should know what type of sub you are playing with. Whether she is into pain like Madelyn here, or prefers a more subtle and gentler hand.”

  “Gentle sounds at odds with the nature of BDSM.”

  “Not at all,” Noah said. “The underlying theme of the lifestyle is the exchange of power. In the beginning, both of you have it. Your goal is to strip it away from your sub. The other thing you must know before you start playing for real is your own preference. Checklists and research will help with that. Some things you will not be interested in from the get-go and that’s fine. Just don’t hook up with someone really into knife play or infantilism if that’s not on your list of pleasures.”

  “Definite nos,” Gabriel said.

  Madelyn shifted, wondering if Noah had forgotten about her. She’d fully expected him to play with her breasts when he’d given her the stance. She pouted a little and huffed a small breath.

  He didn’t react and her frown deepened. Maybe he didn’t hear her. Should she go further? Be louder?

  “What we know about you is that you like control, you don’t mind inflicting pain within reason and some humiliation aspects are okay. Right?”

  “Sounds about right.”

  The excitement threading Gabriel’s voice fed into her growing need, and Madelyn cleared her throat.

  Without warning, Noah’s finger and thumb clamped hard over her still-soft nipple and squeezed so hard the nub flattened to the thickness of a sheet of paper.

  She gasped and lurched, losing her grip on her elbows.

  “Stance,” he barked and latched onto her other nipple.

  “Ah,” she yelped and swayed more. Her vision clouded for just a moment, and a tear formed in her eye. She hated, hated, when he worked her nipples. Intense, prickly sensation swept through her, creating a vortex of almost nauseating proportions in her belly. She stilled immediately, snapped her arms back behind her, and breathed shallowly through her mouth.

  Noah’s stare was cool. “As you can see, she gets impatient as well and tries to drive the action. This is called topping from the bottom. The sub attempts to move the scene in the direction he or she wishes to go.” He grimaced. “You won’t be domming any guys, right?”

  “No,” Gabriel said. “I’m only interested in women.”

  “Good. Then I’m going to forgo the he/she crap and just go with she. Because Maddie also likes pain, she’ll sometimes behave like a brat to up the ante. If you’ve not yet really gotten into the scene and she feels you’re moving too slow, she’ll do something like sigh or sway or otherwise break position, hoping you will punish her.”

  The look on Gabriel’s face was priceless. Confusion mixed with annoyance and liberally sprinkled with chagrin. “Well, what do you do? If you punish her, then you’re giving her what she wants.”

  “Remember what I said about Madelyn’s nipples? They’re very sensitive. She can barely take a clamp, and that’s only after a lot of prep. It’s a different kind of feeling and one she doesn’t tolerate well. So, instead of whipping her ass and back harder, you
discipline her nipples, like this, until she settles down.”

  He squeezed again for good measure, and she barely kept her mouth shut. She’d give him an earful later tonight.

  She looked at Gabriel and found him with a small smile on his beautiful mouth and devilish understanding in his hazel eyes. Oh, damn, that meant trouble for her. He learned quickly, that much was obvious.

  “Ready to behave?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said softly.

  Noah’s fingers dropped away and she drew a shaky breath.

  “It’s imperative you talk with your sub the first few times you play, regardless of the checklist information she’s filled out. Sometimes they’ll mark things they don’t truly understand or maybe just want to try and it ends up being all wrong. I’d suggest no gags of any kind when you first start out so you can openly communicate.”

  “No gags. Got it.”

  Madelyn sensed his impatience growing. Good, the sooner they were done with the boring talk, the sooner she could feel the whip on her back. God, how she loved the feeling of the leather licking her skin. She enjoyed the sweet, sharp sting as it snapped along her flesh and how it stuck before sliding off with tiny prickles of heat.

  She shuddered inwardly, her pussy clenching in anticipation.

  “You’re not just controlling the sub, Gabriel, you must also be in control of yourself.”

  She mentally stuck her tongue out at Noah’s rebuke.

  Get on with it!

  “Impatience leads to diminished pleasures and, as you unfortunately discovered, to accidents as well.”

  The other man’s fist clenched briefly, but he nodded calmly. “All right. So, I have this naked sub in front of me.” He winked at her. “This beautiful naked sub. She’s awaiting my attentions. What’s my first step?”

  “What do you want to do?”

  Another wave of frustration washed over Gabriel’s face, and he jammed his fists into his pockets. “If I knew that, I wouldn’t need you, would I?”

  Her chuckle escaped before she could stop it, and Madelyn scooted backward before Noah could grab her nipples again. “Come on, Noah, you have to admit he’s got a point. Enough talking.”

  She eyed him warily, took note of his frown and knew she’d pay later, which was fine. Right now, they needed to speed this up or Gabriel would walk out the door and their opportunity would be lost.

  “No more teaching, just scening. If he has questions, he can ask you later. For the sake of this scene, pretend I am a newbie sub. We’ve talked and I told you I’m into humiliation such as name calling as well as spanking and whipping. I want to test you, though, so I’m going to push your buttons and find out just how far you’ll go to control me. I want you to control me, but I don’t want to give up my backbone comme ça.” She snapped her fingers. “In the end, my goal is to be cowed, and it is from that which I will receive my great pleasure.”

  “What about pleasing him?” Noah asked.

  “Good point.” She nodded. “That is key, too. Your pleasure is my pleasure. What turns you on, what gets your cock hard, is sure to soak my pussy. Make our interactions more pleasurable.”

  Gabriel’s fingers were busy in his pockets, and she caught the soft slide against the material as he slid up and down his hard cock.

  “Enough information?”

  “Yes,” he said.

  “No,” Noah snapped.

  They sighed in unison. “What now?” Madelyn asked.

  “He needs your safe word. Never, ever scene without one. And once you get to the point of gags, make damn sure you have a physical system to keep track.”

  “Another thing we’ll explain later,” Madelyn said.

  “Right.”

  “My safe word is pax.”

  “Pax.”

  He rolled the word on his tongue as though savoring it. His intense stare made her wonder if he contemplated just how hard he would have to push to make her say it.

  She smiled to herself, ready for this new challenge.

  Excitement surged through her blood, heating her from the inside out. It had been many years since she’d responded so swiftly and with such tactile anticipation to a man.

  Madelyn slid a glance at Noah, who now stood, arms crossed, biceps flexed, and a stoic, hard expression on his face.

  Did he know how she was feeling? Guilt whispered at her, and for a moment, she dropped her gaze.

  “Madelyn,” Noah snapped.

  “Yes, Sir?”

  “On your knees, slut. Let us begin.”

  Chapter Nine

  Something was up between the two of them, but Gabriel could not put his finger on just what it was. There had been a sudden, subtle shift which puzzled him and caused him more than a little concern.

  He wanted to remind them he was just a client and that he shouldn’t interfere with their normal, everyday lives.

  He wanted to, but he wouldn’t. He was so drawn to Madelyn, he burned to have her. He’d caught her verbal challenge earlier, saw the hints of defiance in her stance which propelled his eagerness to dominate her even more.

  She didn’t move at Noah’s command, and Gabriel caught the flare of his nostrils.

  A second later, his beefy hand landed with a loud slap on her shoulder, and he forced her to her knees. He shoved his face close to hers. “Don’t push so hard and fast, little girl. The consequences will not be to your liking.”

  She tossed her head and glared at him. “And what will you do, hm? Your arm is not as strong as it was once.” Her chin jerked in Gabriel’s direction, and he froze as Noah pinned him with that hard emerald look. “I would wager even he could do a better job whipping me than you. His inexperience will serve him better than your age.”

  Gabriel instinctively took a step backward, trying to move out of Noah’s emanating wave of anger.

  As soon as he did, the dark look grew even blacker, and Noah’s brows snapped together.

  Damn, he was already fucking this up. He returned to his original spot and spread his legs. He decided he would go all in, enjoy, and explore. Do what felt right.

  “That sounds like a little bitch asking for nipple clamps,” he said to Noah.

  Madelyn’s gasp went straight to his cock.

  Noah’s approving grunt made him stand stiffer, stronger.

  “Just what I was thinking. Open that top drawer and get out the clover leaf clamps.”

  “Non, you will not,” Madelyn cried from behind.

  Gabriel returned with the clamps and held them out to Noah.

  “Hold on to them for now,” he said. “Keep them in her sight to remind her what her smart-ass mouth will get her into.”

  “Right.” Gabriel jingled the clamps, studying them closely. “Seems to me these would really be uncomfortable to some slut who liked her nipples played with.” He drew them open and closed, swinging them in front of her. “Now I’m very curious to see how you would react to them.”

  Color drained from her face, and his nanosecond of guilt was quickly shoved away by another approving sound from Noah. The man wasn’t big on verbal praise, but it was enough.

  Noah tangled his hand in her black hair and yanked her upward until her knees strained so high, her leg muscles quivered. “This one likes to buck authority. She wants to be abused, feel her body heat up beneath your hand.” He grinned, a dark look of lust and power. “I’m glad to give it to her until she begs me to stop. And then give her some more.” He waggled her head, and she gasped, fingers flying up to cover his.

  Noah did not let go. “You like that idea, don’t you? I bet your pussy is already dripping just thinking about bending over the couch, spread out so Gabriel can see just what kind of slut you are. Not only do you like spanking, but you’re willing to do any and everything to get one, aren’t you?”

  She whimpered, her hand still fighting his.

  He shook her again.

  Gabriel’s own nostrils flared this time, and he shifted, suddenly uncomfortable as his erection r
ubbed through the cotton of his shorts and landed along the rougher surface of his slacks. He liked how she looked. So vulnerable and small but fighting for all she was worth.

  Her breasts heaved and fire snapped in her beautiful blue eyes. The cherry-red fullness of her lips called to him, and he suddenly knew just what he wanted.

  “Aren’t you?” Noah demanded again.

  “Yes, Sir,” she muttered.

  Gabriel stepped forward, fingers scrambling to unbutton his fly. He didn’t give more than a fleeting thought to pulling out his dick in front of these two former strangers. He needed one thing, and that was to have her mouth wrapped around him.

  “You know, she looks like a great cocksucker,” he said as he reached them.

  “She is,” Noah said. “Bitch has the best mouth and throat this side of the Atlantic.” His regard turned crafty. “Want to test it out? Take her for a test drive? No boundaries, man, the bitch can take anything.”

  Primal sexual need surged through him, spurred by the mixed look of anticipation and uncertainty on Madelyn’s face. “Hell yeah,” Gabriel said and shucked his pants and underwear. He stepped from them and kicked the bundle away.

  “Mmm,” Madelyn murmured and leaned forward.

  Noah jerked her back and glared down. “You don’t get a say in when or how, slut, remember that.” He raised his eyes back to Gabriel. “Impressive equipment. Don’t know if she’s ever taken anything so long successfully. I’d like to see you gag her with it.” His grin was dark and almost demonic. “Don’t be gentle.”

  A flush built on Gabriel’s cheeks at Noah’s bland assessment of his dick. He’d spent years in high school and college showers scrubbing out as fast as he could to avoid locker room bullying. Wasn’t just nerds who got called out—more than one jock felt the need to rough him up because he had a bigger set than they did.

  He crowded Madelyn and lightly gripped the shaft, sliding his fingers up and down, finding all the sensitive ridges and veins.

  Yeah, he might have taken a ration from his male peers, but he’d also learned women were fascinated by his length.

  Gabriel looked at Madelyn, and his cock flared harder at the glaze of inflamed lust in her eyes.