Did she want this type of relationship for the rest of her life? Trish heard Sander behind her, but knew he was still across the room. She used the time to think about it, feeling that nothing was going to diminish the ache in her pussy except Sander and Lashe. Trish wasn’t one to gush over emotional feelings, but the thought of this ending in a blink of an eye brought an almost physical pain to her chest. She’d come to care for them very much, but was it growing into something more?
Trish startled when the door swung open. At the last second, she remembered to remain where she was and not move her position. Lashe had entered the room. The door closed behind him and she heard him cross the room to where she was. She closed her eyes to savor the warmth of his body as he pulled her up against his chest.
“I missed you,” Lashe whispered, kissing the back of her hands. “I’ll miss you even more when I’m gone this evening.”
“Master?”
What was he talking about? Was he not going to join her and Sander?
“We’ll make sure that you think of us every second while we’re away, though. Master Sander has a surprise for you.”
Trish desperately wanted to turn around. Lashe made it sound like they were both going away for the evening. If that was the case, why couldn’t she go with them? That’s when it hit her that the contract still stipulated that she wasn’t allowed at any public event. Irritation started to bubble and she blew at her bangs. Couldn’t they amend that?
“Master Lashe, may I ask a question?”
“You may,” Lashe said as he pulled her hair back and twisted it up into the tie that was always available on the bedside table.
“May I go with you this evening, Master? A–as your s–sub?”
Trish couldn’t prevent the stutter on her words, knowing that entering a public domain was totally different than playing privately in their own bedroom. But if Sander had shown how much he trusted her regarding her request earlier, than did they have enough trust in her to take her to a club? It didn’t have to be the Point, since she was probably banned for life, but surely there were other clubs they could attend.
“Not this evening, little minx.” Lashe finished putting her hair up. Trish couldn’t figure out why they had started a scene if they needed to leave. “We aren’t going to the club. We have a meeting that we must attend.”
“Do you really think we would go to the club and play?” Sander asked, surprising her as he walked in front of her and eased himself into the chair. “Is that something we need to address?”
Trish kept her eyes downcast, seeing something rather large in his hands. It appeared to be large straps of some sort. There was also a small tube in his hand. What exactly was it?
“Trish, look at me. I asked you a question.”
She brought her eyes up and met his. Dark green swirled with emotion. Trish could make out his frustration that she hadn’t been paying attention and also confusion. She tried to focus on what he’d asked. Oh, she thought, her thoughts on the club.
“Um, I guess I never thought about it until now, Master.” How was Trish to answer his question? She hated the thought that they might attend the club and play with someone else. They were her Doms and no one else’s. Did they feel the same? This is the part of the Lifestyle that flustered her. Was there a right or wrong way to answer him? Maybe she could get a feeling on what they wanted. “What do you prefer, Master?”
“Do you need to be disciplined, Trish?” Sander asked, leaning back in the chair and placing the large pink straps in his lap. Was that what she thought it was? His voice drew her eyes back up to him. Damn it, she needed to pay attention. “When we ask a question, we expect an answer.”
“I’m not sure how to answer, Master,” Trish replied, figuring it was better to play it safe. “I–I wouldn’t want another Dominant to play with me, Master.”
“That’s good,” Lashe said, practically growling behind her. His sincere intensity flooded her with relief. “No other Dom will ever put their hands on you.”
“Understand this, little minx,” Sander said, his fingers rubbing the pink leather strap, “you are our permanent submissive. There is no other woman we’d rather have call us Master than you. As I’ve told Master Lashe this evening, I think we’ve been remiss in not showing you all sides of the Lifestyle. We’re going to make up for that error this evening.”
Trish heard the rest of his words, but nothing mattered after he stated that she was their permanent submissive. Yes, that is what the contract stated, but to hear him say it aloud seemed to make it real. Patricia Lawton was a permanent submissive. Whatever they had planned for this evening, she would gladly experience.
“Spread your legs wider,” Sander demanded. “Lashe will ensure that you do not fall.”
Trish shifted her feet until they were as far apart as she could make them. Lashe allowed her to lean against him, although she never removed her hands from behind her neck. Through her lashes, she watched as Sander opened the small tube and squeezed out a dollop of white cream. He replaced the cap and threw the tube on the nightstand.
“This will cause your body to remember who it is that gives you pleasure,” Sander said, using his right hand to spread her folders. He then smeared on the cream to her exposed clit, which was already engorged and ready for release. “I take it you used the facilities before we entered the room?”
It took a few seconds for Trish to comprehend what he meant and flushed. “Yes, Master, I used the restroom.”
“Good.” She watched as Sander wiped his finger on a small cloth that he’d brought with him. He threw that on the nightstand as well. She mentally shrugged, not understanding what the big deal was with the cream. He reached for something in his lap, and she couldn’t believe that she’d missed it. Maybe it was because it was the same color as the pink leather, but it sure looked massive. “This is going to be keeping you company this evening.”
Trish almost let the smile escape her lips as she thought of the enjoyment she’d get out of such an enormous toy. Lashe was stroking his hands up and down on her sides, and for a brief second, she thought about shifting her feet closer together. Her clit felt a little warm and in a way, felt like she needed to itch it. The toy in Sander’s hand should take care of that.
“I can see your juices glistening on your cunt from here, so this toy should slide into you rather nicely.” Sander ran the tip of the pink dildo through her folds and started to push it inside of her. Trish was spread so wide, it was hard to move her hips forward, but her clit was now starting to burn. What exactly had he put on it? She needed either his fingers or the dildo to rub against it, giving it relief. “I can tell by the slight movement of your hips that the cream is starting to work. You see, it dawned on us that you’re reveling in your training a little too much.”
“H–how so, Master?” Trish asked, knowing she shouldn’t speak unless asked a direct question, but what he was doing to her body was making her crazy. Her clit now felt like it was being needled every which way, and she was ready to bring her hands down herself, regardless of the punishment. “I–isn’t that a good thing, Master?”
“Very much so, little minx,” Sander said, pushing the tip inside of her. The dildo was thick and long. He let it fill her until she was basically whimpering. “But you also have to be taught that there are times that we like you wanting. We like to know that your body is ours to do with as we wish and tonight, we want you to remember each and every second we are gone who exactly it is that gives you pleasure.”
That didn’t sound good, Trish thought. There was no way in hell that she was just going to stand here, with her clit practically on fire and her pussy filled to capacity and not do something about it. Lashe brushed his lips over her knuckles, as if telling her he knew what she was thinking.
“To ensure that every second is taken into consideration, let’s turn this on low—just enough to remind you who this pussy belongs to.” Trish moaned when the dildo started to vibrate inside of her. Lashe raised his han
ds and clasped her wrists before she could move them. How had he known? “Now, to make sure that you aren’t tempted to do something that will earn you a punishment, let’s see how well the chastity belt fits you.”
Lashe shifted his hold and was now using one hand to clasp her fingers together, while his other hand yanked on her ponytail. Trish’s head tilted at his urging, bringing her ear closer to his mouth.
“I have no doubt your chastity belt will fit you to perfection,” Lashe murmured in her ear. “You know why? Because I measured your waist the other night when you fell asleep in Sander’s arms. The lovely heart-shaped lock will keep your naughty hands off of our pussy, won’t it?”
Trish tried to answer, but when she felt the leather straps being secured around her pussy, ass, and waist, all she could do was whimper. She needed to come so badly that she was willing to beg.
“Please, Master,” Trish whispered, trying to turn her head to look Lashe in the eye. She didn’t care if it was begging. “Don’t leave me like this.”
“That’s music to Sander’s ears,” Lashe said with a chuckle. “He’s going to have a hard time concentrating this evening, knowing that you’re home and wanting our cocks to give you relief. Do you think if you plead enough, he’ll give you an orgasm before you fall asleep tonight?”
“Master Sander, please,” Trish cried out, not believing what Lashe said. Sander might be strict, but he wasn’t mean. Leaving her on the verge of an orgasm and not being able to do anything about it was just cruel. The vibrations of the dildo were low enough that it would keep her on edge. “I–I’ll do anything. Please let me come before you go.”
Sander must have locked the chastity belt in place, for he stood up in front of her. Lashe released her ponytail and she tilted her head back down slightly, looking Sander in the eye. Trish’s heart sank. He was smiling. Her clit throbbed.
“But this is what I want you to do. I want you to enjoy your evening, relish in the pleasure we’re giving you while we’re away, and wait on your Dominants to come home to you.” Sander took her face into his hands and leaned down, claiming her lips. He bit her lower lip before releasing it. “You like when we give you pleasure, no?”
“Y–yes, Master, but this is too—”
“I’m sorry,” Sander said, shaking his head and not sounding apologetic at all, “are you the one who decides what is too much and what is enough? I didn’t think so. We decide what your body should receive.”
Sander leaned down and kissed her nose. Trish felt a spark of anger at his nonchalant attitude towards her suffering. She blew at her bangs. Lashe yanked on her ponytail again, bringing her head back.
“Enjoy the pleasure Master Sander is giving you, because you’ll not come this night,” Lashe said, the seriousness in his voice evident. “Maybe that will teach you to curb your predilection for being a brat.”
Trish immediately felt like crying. They really wouldn’t do that to her, would they? She thought frantically of what she could say to change their minds.
“I–I’m sorry, Masters. Please, I’ll enjoy the pleasure you’ve granted on me. Please reward me when you come home.”
Lashe kissed her cheek and then patted her ass. Trish gritted her teeth, trying to contain the urge to roll her eyes. She’d like to see what they would do if she sucked on their cocks until they were on the verge of coming and then released them with a plop of her mouth, saying they couldn’t come. She almost smiled at the thought, until her clit throbbed underneath all the heated prickles.
“Nice try, little minx,” Sander said. “Enjoy your evening.”
Trish knew that was her cue that she could lower her arms. She did so gradually, watching both men stroll to the door. She would almost call that a saunter, with the way their asses were swaying. She glanced down at the pink harness, seeing if there was any way that she could reach her clit. Bastards.
Chapter Thirteen
“The meeting went well,” Lashe said, walking through the lobby beside Sander. “Do you want me to call Kennedy in the morning to let her know to that the Order has given their permission to allow Trish back into the club?”
“Yes,” Sander answered. They both nodded to Matt, who was manning the front desk. “I gave her the heads-up on the meeting tonight. She’ll be expecting your call.”
“That will open up Friday night. Have you given any thought to a scene? Being in public, dressed in nothing but our collar, might be enough.”
Sander laughed, pressing the up button on the panel in front of them. “Considering the conservative corsets she wore before, it sure as hell will be. We have a couple days to think about it. By the way, she requested a meeting with someone we trust at the courthouse—someone with a higher up level.”
Lashe couldn’t prevent his frown, but if Sander wasn’t too worried, then maybe he was making too big a deal out of it. He still didn’t like not knowing what she was working on. The elevator doors slid open, letting a man and a woman off on the ground floor. They both allowed them to pass before entering. Lashe reached for the forty-sixth numbered button.
“Did she give an indication on what she’s working on?” Lashe asked, standing back and crossing his arms.
“No. I didn’t really ask,” Sander replied, sliding his hands inside his pockets. “It’s her work, Lashe. We talked about this several times. She’s our submissive inside the bedroom…not at work. That’s her world and she needs that part of herself.”
“I know,” Lashe replied, looking up at the numbers blinking above the doors. “I know. It just feels odd not to control everything she touches.”
“We wanted a permanent submissive. We want Trish,” Sander said, his conviction evident. “We have everything we set out to get.”
Lashe felt himself relax. He rolled his shoulders. Sander was right. On the forty-sixth floor, their permanent submissive awaited. Trish even stated that she only wanted them as her Dominants. He couldn’t prevent a smile at thinking she’d spent the evening on edge, waiting for them to come home and knowing they weren’t going to give her relief.
“Did she sound okay when you last spoke with her?” Lashe asked, waiting impatiently for the elevator to finally hit their floor.
“As you would expect,” Sander replied, a smile forming on his lips. A sound echoed, bouncing on all four walls, indicating their destination. Both of them stepped off, and Lashe knew that Sander would already have his keys in his hand. “This evening would have gone a hell of a lot better had she just curbed her attitude.”
Lashe laughed, following his brother through the door. “She’ll learn.”
“That’s odd,” Sander said, looking around and then toward the hallway to their bedroom. “I would have thought she’d be waiting for us.”
An uneasy feeling settled into the pit of Lashe’s stomach. Sander’s recount of Trish asking to meet someone regarding her story came back to him. What if she was working on something that would put her in danger? What if she hadn’t given up on ousting Shelton? Both of them hurried down the hallway. Sander was the first one to reach their bedroom door. Swinging it open, Lashe was one step behind but came up short at seeing Trish standing in the middle of the room.
“Why are you in a robe?” Sander asked, his confusion and exasperation evident. “I don’t believe that was how we left you, little minx.”
“I didn’t want you to, uh, freak out when you saw me,” Trish said, crossing her arms and blowing her bangs away from her forehead. “As far as punishment goes, you’ll respect my hard limits, right?”
If he hadn’t been in her line of vision, Lashe would have outright laughed when he saw Sander’s expression. He turned to face her and her apprehension was palpable. Too much so for just having put a robe on, which was when it hit him.
“Trish, take off your robe.”
“Um, could you answer my question first?”
It was then that he noticed that Trish wasn’t using their titles. Lashe studied her more closely. Sander must have realized tha
t something more was wrong than she was letting on, because they both crossed the room to her at the same time.
“Remove your robe,” Sander ordered, his hands reaching for her sash.
“Please don’t be mad,” Trish whispered, her brown eyes looking up at them in despair. For the life of him, Lashe couldn’t understand why she was acting this way. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”
Sander tugged on the sash. As it fell to her sides, as did the lapels of the light blue material. His brother let out a string of curses while Lashe stood their trying to comprehend was he was looking at. The right side of the pink leather that lay against her pussy seemed to be mangled. Was that blood?
“Jesus Christ,” Sander muttered, leaving them to stomp into the bathroom. He immediately returned with a towel. “Lashe, go get the car and meet us out front. We’ll take her to the emergency room.”
Trish was shooing Sander’s hands away as he tried to apply pressure to who knows what. The blood appeared dry and Lashe took a deep breath to clear his vision that had started to tunnel at the fact that she’d been hurt. He refused to pass out. He focused on her face and realized she wasn’t in pain so much as she was anxious about their reaction. He sucked in some much needed oxygen.
“Would you stop?” Trish was batting Sander’s hands, trying to step away. “I’m fine. It’s just a little cut, and it stopped bleeding a while ago.”
“Why the hell would you do that?” Sander said, his voice rising with each word. He still tried to place the towel over the contorted leather where the blood had dripped underneath and now coated her leg.
“What kind of question is that?” Trish asked, finally stepping back away from Sander. She yanked the ends of the robe back over her breasts. “You leave me here, needing an orgasm so bad that it was driving me straight into an insane asylum, and you have to ask why I would try to cut it off? You two cannot be that dense!”
“You tried to cut through the leather?” Lashe knew that his face showed his astonishment, although Sander was still angry beyond belief. He knew that it was because Trish had hurt herself more than anything. Lashe was still grappling with the fact that she actually tried to cut her chastity belt off. Shit. “With what?”
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