“Well, I tried my cuticle scissors, but they didn’t work. I went through both of your desks and couldn’t find any full-sized scissors, so I then went into the kitchen. I figured the knives might cut me, so—”
“I’m glad you still had some sense left in you.” Sander practically yelled the words as he threw the towel on the bed behind Trish. “A knife? Are you fucking kidding me? You—”
“Sense? How the hell could I have any sense left when you put a downright nasty cream on my clit that made me want to claw my eyes out? And did you really expect me to think clearly when I had a vibrating dildo shoved up my pussy for two hours? I still do! What sub in her right mind would just lay here and take it?”
“A sub that fucking listens,” Sander said, grating his words. Lashe was surprised his teeth didn’t grind into dust. “I swear, when we get you out of that and know that you’re okay, I’m going to—”
* * * *
Trish’s ears were ringing, her vision was blurred with tears, and her entire body was shaking in arousal. Sander was still muttering to himself about what he was going to do to her once this medieval device was taken off of her and at this point, she could have cared less. She would take her punishment, because this was downright torture.
“Sander, go into the kitchen where Pearl keeps the first aid kit. I’ll get her out of what’s left of the chastity belt.”
Lashe shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it on the bed. Sander slapped the key into his hands before he left the room. He didn’t say anything as he led Trish over to the chair, taking the seat for himself. Silence was probably for the best, but she didn’t think she could stand it. He situated her directly in front of him and inserted the key into the tiny heart-shaped lock.
“Are you mad at me?” Trish asked, unable to keep the tremor out of her voice. She didn’t want them to be angry. “I’ll take whatever punishment you and Sander come up with, but this was just too much. I mean, I didn’t know it was possible for a woman to be that…that…that—”
“Aroused?” Lashe asked, as he pulled the lock out of the ring. Instead of removing it from her, he placed his hands on her waist and looked up at her. He didn’t smile at her the way she was used to. She felt her irritation mount again at him keeping her waiting. She needed this off of her, damn it! “That’s what we were aiming for, Trish. This was just a different type of scene than you are used to. Obviously, two hours is a bit too long. Next time, we’ll try for an hour.”
“An hour? Are you kidding me?” Trish tried to step back, but Lashe’s hands held her waist tight. “I need to come!”
“What you need is more training,” Sander said, coming back into the room. “How bad is it?”
“I haven’t gotten it off of her yet,” Lashe said, tightening his fingers. He had her attention. She tried not to glare, but knew that she wasn’t successful. “Yes, an hour. When Sander and I calm down enough to discuss your punishment without our emotions getting in the way, we’ll mete out your chastisement to equal the transgression.”
Trish didn’t know why she was so upset, considering she knew that there would be a punishment. So she wasn’t patient, like most submissives. She wanted an orgasm and she wanted one now. Trying to think around the high her body seemed to be in forever, it registered why Lashe’s words upset her.
“An hour? I can’t go through this again.”
Lashe yanked down the leather chastity belt, causing her to yell out when the air hit her clit. Trish grabbed a hold of his shoulders, digging her fingers into his muscles. As soon as she could move without falling, she was going to touch her clit. Lashe grabbed the base of the vibrator and slowly slid it out of her pussy. She groaned long and hard, knowing that she’d get her orgasm soon and deal with her punishment later.
“It looks like just a few scrapes,” Lashe murmured. Trish looked down through her lashes to see him gliding his thumb over where the cuticle scissors had slipped. “It’s underneath her curls, which we need to get rid of by the way, but they’re just surface scratches.”
“Thank God,” Sander muttered, standing back up. His green eyes seemed to turn like a stormy sea before he went around her and walked across the room to his dressing room. “I’ll get the other one. I’ll be damned if she gets a release after the hell she just put us through.”
Trish frowned, wanting to look over her shoulder to see what he was getting, but not able to with Lashe’s hold on her waist. She looked back down, seeing him get the antiseptic out of the box that Sander had placed on the floor. He was using one hand, but then finally released her to grab a cotton ball.
“If you so much as move your hands from my shoulders, I’ll have you over my knee before you can blink,” Lashe said in warning. She scrunched her nose, still not feeling as if she had enough strength to stand on her own, let alone reach down to touch her clit. “Let me clean your cuts so that they don’t get infected.”
“What did Sander mean that he was getting another one?” Trish asked, sanity returning now that the vibrations in her pussy had stopped. “It had better not be what I think it is.”
“Say another word and I’ll have Sander bring out your gag. You’ve had a lot of indiscretions this evening that we will be going over when all of our emotions have dropped a few levels. As a matter of fact, we’ll wait until morning.”
Trish hissed when the antiseptic hit her cuts, squinting her eyes. Lashe probably took it that she was glaring at him, but this time she wasn’t. He then went ahead and wiped away the blood that had trickled around the leather and crusted on her skin. She heard Sander crossing the room and almost turned back to look at him when she saw Lashe cast her a look in warning. She blew her bangs out of her eyes.
“This will do. It’s thin enough that it will even be comfortable for her to sleep in.”
“Are you out of your mind?” Trish said, not able to keep her voice from going up an octave. She’d had it. If they thought she could go the rest of the night without having an orgasm, they were insane. It was them who belonged in an insane asylum. If the government wanted to know how to torture people, then she could tell them word for word how to do it. This was brutal torture. “My body can’t take any more. If you two aren’t willing to give me an orgasm, than I’ll do it myself.”
Trish saw that Sander tossed Lashe the new chastity belt, although this one looked much thinner and probably weighed a lot less. He immediately stepped up behind her, reached for her wrists, and pulled them behind her back. His heat and the tension radiating off his body spoke volumes of his control and damn if that didn’t affect her to her core.
“Listen to me, little minx,” Sander murmured in her ear. “What you did this evening was blatantly disrespectful. This is not a game for us. Every scene we construct is meant to further your training. I wanted you in that chastity belt for a reason. It was two hours. Do you not want to please us? If you are in this for your pleasure, and your pleasure alone, then you might want to rethink our contract. I do not say that as a threat, so much as for you to realize how serious we are regarding our Lifestyle. It would have pleased us immensely for you to have endured the light pleasure we gave your body in preparation for a scene. Understand that you did not just ruin your chances of enjoyment, but you’ve destroyed ours as well.”
Trish’s breath faltered as she tried to release the pent-up air in her lungs. Sander’s words seemed to cut through all of her anxiety at having been left alone to deal with her elevated arousal. And as much as her body was still humming with extreme stimulation, she felt the guilt that he’d intended for her to feel. She hadn’t taken into account their feelings when hers had ratcheted to the point of irrationality. She’d been feeling sorry for herself and hadn’t considered that by controlling her desire, she would have pleased them.
“I–I’m sorry, Masters. I…got carried away.”
“We’ll discuss it in the morning,” Lashe said, standing up.
The entire time that Sander had spoken to her, Lashe had secured the
new chastity belt to her body. Trish highly doubted that she’d sleep this night, considering her entire body felt like one massive exposed nerve. But something was triggered by the disappointment she heard in their voice and that now shown in their face. Trish felt the need to make it right. She would last through the night and take whatever punishment they thought she merited.
“I—”
Trish broke off her words before she said something that she wasn’t sure they wanted to hear. She wasn’t sure the sentiment was real. A specific emotion had attached itself to her heart and she hadn’t realized it until just now. Why? Because their approval meant more to her than she’d ever imagined? Or that their touch was something that she’d come to take for granted and the thought of that disappearing was like a gaping would in her chest?
“You what?” Sander asked, turning her in his arm so that she was looking up at him.
“I, um, just need to use the restroom before bed, Master.” Trish looked down at his burgundy tie. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner.”
“That’s all right,” Sander said, stroking her arms with his warm hands. Suddenly, she couldn’t get enough of his heat. “All of us are amped up on adrenaline right now. Lashe will take you in and then re-lock your chastity belt. I’m going to go and cancel some morning meetings so that we can discuss what happened this evening.”
“Master, you don’t need to—”
“You’re more important than business, little minx,” Sander replied, placing a tender kiss on her forehead. “I apologize for my earlier reaction. Seeing blood on you….”
Trish felt the same tug on her heart as she had a few moments ago and felt a slight anxiety attack shoot through her system. Since when had the physical pleasure of their scenes morph onto an emotional plane that was deeper than anything she’d ever experienced? She closed her eyes and tried to inhale deeply. Maybe they were right. Sleep would make things better—that is, if she could fall asleep—and morning would bring the same routine.
“Come,” Lashe ordered, holding out his hand and giving her a slight glimpse of his smile that she loved so much. “Let’s get you ready for bed.”
Chapter Fourteen
“Good morning,” Lashe murmured, his breath hot against her ear. Trish tilted her head towards him as she lifted her arms above her head and stretched out her sore muscles. Why were they so sore? Her eyes popped open, memories of her trying to cut off her chastity belt last night flooding her brain. “You slept well. It must have been quite strenuous, trying to cut through leather with cuticle scissors.”
Trish moaned and tried to twist her body away from him to bury her face into the pillow, but he placed his hand directly on her abdomen, keeping her in place. It gave her a reminder that she was still wearing a chastity belt. Her clit immediately started throbbing. What a traitor, she thought.
“I’m going to unlock you and allow you to use the bathroom.” Trish watched as he leaned over her, key in hand. Once he’d released the lock, he pulled back and situated himself against his pillow. Did he have to look so damn good? “Go…before I change my mind.”
Trish scurried off of the bed, untangling the chastity belt from her body. As she utilized the facilities, she wondered why Sander hadn’t been in bed with them. Did he end up having to attend his meetings? She felt a sense of relief that maybe that was the case. She still had that sense of unease with whatever emotion had settled over her from last night. Trish refused to put a name on it. Washing her hands and brushing her teeth quickly, she finished in a matter of minutes.
“Um, do you still want me in this—” Trish said, coming out of the bathroom, but deciding to stop before she ended up in trouble again.
“No,” Lashe said with a laugh. “Come on up here with me. I want to hold you.”
Trish’s steps faltered at the tenderness in his voice. Was it just her that was sensing a change in their relationship? She slowly crawled onto the mattress from the bottom of the bed and settled into his open arms. They closed around her, causing her to stop breathing. Even his touch felt different…more loving. Damn it. She’d said the word—sort of. Blowing her bangs out of her eyes, she tentatively placed her hand on his wrist that was now across her breasts.
“Good morning, little minx,” Sander said, breaking the moment by pushing the door open until it smacked into the wall. He held a tray in his hands with three steaming mugs of liquid and some pastries. “Our morning is clear. I hope yours is as well.”
Trish cleared her throat. “Yes. I don’t have anything until tomorrow, if you were able to schedule that meeting.”
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I did schedule it,” Sander replied. He placed the tray on the nightstand and handed her and Lashe their coffees before reaching for his own. “You’ll be meeting with Bradford Stone at noon tomorrow.”
Trish knew her surprise showed on her face. Senator Stone was Illinois’s second state senator. Various thoughts ran through her mind, and she knew that if she posed the right questions, the Senator might just have the answers she was looking for.
“Mind on us, little minx,” Sander said, removing his robe. All thoughts of work fled from Trish’s mind as her eyes took in his lean, muscular body. His light chest hair was scattered, leading its way down to a coarse trail that grew darker and in no way hid his cock. “I meant our conversation.”
Trish’s eyes flew back up to his and she knew her face flushed. To give herself something to do, she blew on her coffee before taking a sip. How was she supposed to concentrate on a conversation that most likely had to do with her behavior from last night? Her body still felt like it was on the verge of an apocalyptic orgasm. Drinking something this hot wasn’t helping her either.
“So,” Sander said, his voice as smooth as the coffee she was drinking, “why don’t you start from the beginning and tell us what happened last night.”
Lashe pulled his arm from around her, leaving her feeling adrift. Both men situated themselves on the bed against the headboard, but with their bodies shifted toward her. Trish was in the middle with her mug as the only thing to hold on to. If she’d wanted to be in the spotlight, she would have become a news anchor. There was a reason she was a journalist.
“It was just too much,” Trish replied, her face flushing once more. She wished she could blame it on the steam rising from her cup. Mortification was setting in at how immature she’d reacted to them leaving her in that state. Had she really acted in such a juvenile manner? “If I’m being honest, I can’t believe I actually destroyed the chastity belt. I hope it didn’t cost too much.”
“I could care less about the price,” Sander said, resting his mug on one of his thighs. Trish let her eyes drift down. It was awfully close to his cock. Did he feel the heat? “I’m more concerned with the fact that you didn’t call us and tell us that you couldn’t handle it.”
“It wasn’t exactly like that,” Trish said, squirming on the sheets. She concentrated on her coffee, feeling like she was being scolded. She knew that wasn’t how they intended to make her feel, yet she was still having trouble understanding why she couldn’t have endured a couple of hours in a chastity belt. “All I wanted to was relief, so I got some scissors. And the cuts are really just scrapes. It’s really not a big deal.”
“Trish, we need to know why you didn’t call us,” Lashe said, scooting down a bit and leaning on his elbow.
Trish was starting to feel overwhelmed. For one, they were both naked. How was she supposed to talk about her feelings when they presented her with such temptation? Two, if she told them the real reason, it sounded as if she was a needy woman and they might get the wrong idea. Three, there was still that niggling emotion that she was wrestling with herself and wasn’t ready to share.
“We can do this the easy way or the hard way,” Sander said, his voice taking on a deeper tenor. She closed her eyes, still amazed that just his voice could have her arousal elevating—and it was high enough already. “We know the effect that forced orgasms hav
e on you.”
“I–I kind of panicked,” Trish admitted, still looking into the dark liquid of her mug. “I was just thinking that I needed it off.”
“Because you needed an orgasm?” Sander said with a touch of sarcasm.
“You weren’t here,” Trish said, snapping her head up. She hated when they sounded arrogant—well, unless it was within a scene. Damn, but she was one messed up woman. She took a deep breath and figured out she might as well spill it…at least part of it. “You left me by myself. When I’m with you, I feel safe. Whether it’s both of you or just one of you. When you walked out that door and it was just me, something inside of me just snapped. Don’t ask me to figure it out, because I don’t know myself.”
Sander’s green eyes deepened, like when they did right before he kissed her. Trish snuck a glance over at Lashe, who was looking at her the same way. The silence was killing her, but she was the one who just declared that she needed them. She bit her lip to keep herself from saying more.
“If you felt like that, why didn’t you just call?” Lashe asked, searching her gaze as if he could read every emotion she was feeling. God, she hoped not. “Sander even called to check on you every thirty minutes. Why not say something?”
“Because I didn’t want to sound needy,” Trish whispered. She bent her head up, looking at the ceiling more for a small reprieve. “I like what we have. I like who I am when I’m with you. But there’s this other side of me that’s very independent and used to being on my own.”
“And admitting that you weren’t okay on your own would have been a sign of weakness?” Sander asked, reaching up and stroking her cheek. She brought her chin back down, looking at him like she knew he wanted. “How can we trust you to use your safe word should you feel overwhelmed?”
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