Uncovering Satisfaction [Satisfaction, Texas 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Diane Leyne

  Laughing and deliberately swinging her hips, Nick hurried over to the door to greet a new arrival. She was hoping for option two.

  * * * *

  Micah had to smile as he watched Nicola scurry away. Damn, but she was sexy. Smart, too. She’d already gathered more intel about the incidents than he and Dace had between them since the whole thing had started. She still didn’t know who or why, but Micah had a feeling that if anyone was going to get to the bottom of what was happening, she was.

  The door opened and he looked up. It was Dace. He’d gone home to change and was now wearing his leathers. He smiled at Micah and then made his way to the club entrance, pausing only to chat with Leah before disappearing down the hallway.

  Micah looked at his watch. Still ninety minutes to closing time. He and Dace had spoken earlier, and Dace would get everything set up. Their little kitten was ready for another public scene, and there was no time like Saturday night to get the maximum audience.

  He’d never really cared much about scening in public before and never minded being watched. Now he wished that he and Dace could take their kitten to a private room, but they needed to do this in public. The club had been half-empty the last time they’d played with an audience, and while they’d spent time together in the saloon and people had seen her enter his home, they wanted to make it clear that she was theirs, because this was her first waitress shift at the club, and they didn’t want anyone to get any ideas. They’d told her their collar would protect her, and it should, but they both had felt the need to make her theirs in a very public way.

  Besides, they got the impression that Nicola was growing impatient to repeat the experience from Tuesday night, and the training wasn’t enough. They worried that if they didn’t, she’d find someone else who would. They’d been training her, but they’d also made a point of getting to know her, taking her out to lunch once and dinner another time. They wanted to spend time with her in a nonsexual atmosphere.

  But he couldn’t put it off any longer, nor did he want to. He wanted inside her in the worst way. On Tuesday, she’d sucked him off, but now he wanted to bury himself inside her. He wished he didn’t have to wear a condom. He wanted to come deep inside her and bathe her pussy in his cum. He wanted to see it dripping out of her, symbolizing his possession. He pondered. Maybe he’d come on her tonight and mark her publicly as his property. He sighed. He’d never felt this possessive about a woman so quickly.

  He glanced at the clock.

  “Still more than an hour til closing.” The tone was teasing and feminine, and for a moment he thought it was Nicola. He had to keep the disappointment off his face when he realized it was Leah.

  “I love this place, kid, I really do, but tonight, it seems like closing time will never get here.” He didn’t want to talk about Nicola to anyone, but he grinned, thinking about the night he and Dace had planned. He realized that Leah was still standing there waiting and added, “How are you doing, Leah? Any big plans for tonight?”

  “Me? No, nothing special. I was thinking of going to the club afterwards. It’s been a while since I’ve played.”

  “Me, too.” He sighed, thinking back to Tuesday night. “Far too long.”

  “I thought I saw Dace arriving earlier, but he didn’t stick around and went straight through to the club.”

  “Yeah, he’s relaxing back there while I’m out here working. Such is the life of a bar owner.” Micah sighed. “Oh, well. Not much longer and we can both head to the club to play.”

  * * * *

  It was almost an hour and a half later before Micah was able to lock the door and change the sign to Closed. He’d already sent Nicola back to change, and she and Dace should be waiting for him in the lounge.

  Trace was at the bar finishing up the money count, and Daisy and Leah were clearing the last of the tables. The rest of the staff had already left. A few minutes later, everything that needed to be done was done. Trace would be back Sunday afternoon to restock the bar, and Daisy would help set up. Micah walked them to the door and let them out.

  Smiling, he turned to Leah, who looked at him expectantly. “I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to play.”

  “Me, too!” Smiling happily, she led the way to the club entrance. Micah paused at his office. Opening the door, he peeled off his T-shirt and threw it in the general direction of his couch before shutting and locking the door.

  Leah was by the door waiting for him. When he approached, she swiped her card and opened the door. Micah had to restrain himself from pushing past her.

  She turned, smiling. “Unlike you, I have to use the locker room to get ready. See you in a bit.”

  “Yeah, sure. Have fun, Leah.”

  Not waiting for her to acknowledge him, he hurried toward the members lounge area. Dace was lounging on a couch, sipping a bottle of water while in deep conversation with Ren Scofield, the mayor of Satisfaction. Nicola knelt at his feet, leaning her head on his leather-clad thigh. He watched as Dace ran his fingers through her hair as he spoke. As he got closer, he saw that her eyes were closed and she looked content. She was also quite naked. He wasn’t sure how Dace had convinced her to wear nothing but her collar and cuffs, and he wasn’t sure that he liked it. She’d agreed the first night because they hadn’t really given her a chance to think it through, but now she had and she was naked at Dace’s feet. He felt a surge of jealousy as he looked around at the other Doms, and even the other subs, looking at her. For the first time in his life, he didn’t want people staring at his woman. Dace was fine. She was Dace’s woman, too, but he wanted to punch Ren for daring to look at her naked body.

  He walked up to them. Dace looked up. “Ready?”

  “Yup. I’ve got bondage table number three all set up and ready to go.” Dace gently tugged on the leash, and Nicola looked up at him. And that’s when he noticed the ball gag. It wasn’t in her mouth. It was hanging like a necklace. “Time to play, pet.” He helped her to her feet and led her in the direction of table number three. Following, Micah noticed she was walking oddly, and it took him a moment to realize that not only was her ass bright pink, there was also a flesh-colored butt plug protruding from between her luscious cheeks.

  “Has our kitten been misbehaving?” Micah hurried to walk beside them, with Nicola in the middle.

  “Yup,” Dace replied. “She balked at the leash and then got mouthy, so I spanked her and stripped her naked, not in that order, of course.”

  “Oh, kitten. Your training was going so well. What were you thinking?”

  He watched as she started to answer but then thought better of it, looking at Dace in inquiry. Micah laughed.

  “Lost your speaking privileges, have you, kitten?”

  “She’s been told that if she speaks other than in answer to a direct question from me or forgets to call me Sir again, she’ll be gagged except when she’s got a mouthful of cock.” He turned to Nicola. “I’m modifying my instructions. You may also answer when Micah asks you a question, but remember to also call him Sir.”

  Chapter Eight

  Nicola shivered, but it wasn’t from the cold. It was arousal, but it was something else, too. She frowned and looked around. Dace jerked the leash, forcing her to look at him, but not before she caught a glimpse of Leah in the entranceway of the club. She’d changed from the traditional Western wear of the waitressing uniform into a corset that barely contained her ample breasts and what looked to be a thong. She did not seem to be happy.

  Nicola tried to look back again, but Dace pulled the leash tight.

  “I think someone wants another spanking. Micah, do you want to do the honors this time?”

  “Don’t mind if I do.” Micah took her leash from Dace and walked her over to an armless chair. He settled in it and looked up at her. “Across my lap now, kitten.”

  Nicola had to swallow back a moan of arousal. She knew that there were people watching as she draped herself over Micah’s lap and wondered if they could see the moisture dampen
ing the inside of her thighs. She was so aroused right now, she could come at the slightest pressure on her clit. She tensed at the feel of Micah’s hand on her ass. Maybe it would be better if she were gagged. Then she’d stop this moaning she couldn’t seem to control.

  “It looks like the pink is fading. Don’t worry, I’ll fix that shortly.” He ran his hand over her ass again, pausing at the plug. “Tell me, kitten, how did you feel when Dace pushed this plug in your ass?”

  “Scared, invaded, horny.”

  He smacked her ass.

  “Sir. Scared, invaded, and horny, Sir!”

  “That’s better.”

  She felt him play with the plug and fought to hold back a moan as he pulled it out and pressed it back in. Then he did it again, and she couldn’t hold down the moan. She heard his chuckle of pleasure.

  “And now to your spanking!”

  She felt his right hand come down hard as his left was planted firmly on her lower back. It wasn’t long before the heat from each strike quickly transformed into pleasure that seemed to shoot straight to her clit. She moved, wriggling, trying to find some way to get some friction on her clit. It wouldn’t take much to come.

  “That is so cute. She did the same when I spanked her.”

  “Did you let her come?”

  “Nope.”

  “So she’s got to be pretty horny by now.”

  “Let me check.”

  She felt Dace pulling her legs apart and his big fingers pushing into her pussy. Two fingers, stretching her. She tried to wriggle against his hand, but Micah spanked her hard and then held her still.

  “So wet you’re getting a damp spot on the leg of your pants.” Dace laughed. “I’d say it is time to move her to the bondage table.”

  “I agree.”

  Nick felt herself being lifted and then lowered carefully to a table. They adjusted her so that she was lying with her ass spilling half off the table and her legs in stirrups much like the ones her doctor had. Moving quickly, the two men secured her arms above her head so her breasts rose up. Then they secured a strap above and below her breasts and another at her hips. Each leg was firmly fastened into the stirrups using a feature she didn’t remember from her gynecologist’s office. Finally, they spread the stirrups even wider so she was complete open to them. She felt unbelievably exposed, but turned on, too, as Micah took a seat between her thighs.

  “First things first.” She wasn’t sure what he meant until he removed the butt plug, leaving her ass feeling surprisingly empty. It didn’t stay that way long as she felt a new, bigger plug pushing inside. She wanted to protest that it was too big, but she was distracted by Dace. He leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking vigorously for a few moments before pulling back and, ouch!

  “Nipple clamp, baby.” He grinned at her. She could just see it from her supine position. It looked almost like a pair of tweezers. Dace caught her gaze, staring into her eyes as he manipulated the clamp. It went from snug to tight to painful. Just when she thought she couldn’t stand it anymore, he stopped and moved around the table to her right breast, repeating the process. They hurt, but there was more to it. Dace grinned, leaning down and flicking the clamps. The sensation went right to her clit. She moaned again.

  It took her a moment to realize that Micah had taken advantage of her distraction to slide an even bigger butt plug home. Her ass felt full and stretched, but it wasn’t exactly painful. Instead, it emphasized how empty her pussy was. She looked down and met Micah’s gaze just before he lowered his head and licked up her slit from her puckered rosette right along one side of her clit and down the other.

  Damn him. He was doing it again, and deliberately avoiding her clit. And then he wasn’t avoiding it any longer as his mouth closed on it just as Dace lowered the head of the table. She couldn’t see Micah anymore, but she could feel his mouth on her, suckling lightly as he slid a finger into her pussy, and then a second one. They moved inside her slowly, simulating what was going to come, or at least what she hoped was coming soon.

  From her new position, she could see Dace’s zipper upside down. She watched, fascinated as he unfastened his pants and pushed them down to his thighs. He large cock sprang free, but it was odd to see it from this angle as he pressed it to her lips. First giving it a loving swipe along the slit, she opened wide to accept it into her mouth.

  * * * *

  Dace groaned.

  “Hurry up, buddy. If I fuck her mouth much longer, I’m going to come. I can’t wait to bury my cock inside that luscious ass.”

  He reached down, wrapped her hair around his hands, and leisurely moved in and out of her mouth with shallow strokes. He felt her gasp and wondered what Micah was doing to her. When she gasped again, he pressed deeper and then withdrew completely. God, he wasn’t doing that again anytime soon. He’d just barely hung onto his self-control.

  He looked over to Micah who nodded. It was time. Moving quickly, they unstrapped her from the table. Dace picked her up while Micah quickly donned a condom and got into position on his back, his long legs hanging off the end of the table.

  Dace carried her over to Micah, positioning her so that she was straddling his friend. He watched as Micah pulled on the chain dangling between her nipples until she lowered her head to his for a hard kiss. Then he released the chain and grabbed her hips.

  Dace watched as Micah moved her over his cock and tugged her down. Dace could see the moisture spilling down her inner thighs but it was slowgoing as the butt plug in her ass surely made her pussy so damned tight.

  Dace took a deep breath. As much as he envied Micah, he knew that he had something even better to look forward to. He grabbed a tube of lube and waited.

  He watched as Micah pulled her down until he was completely buried in her pussy. Then he wrapped his arms around her and looked over to Dace, nodding.

  “Hurry, I’m not going to be able to last.”

  Dace moved behind Nicola and smiled. Carefully he worked the plug out of her ass, enjoying the sound of her moan.

  “Don’t come until I’m inside you” he ordered. “If you do, you’ll be punished. If you wait, you can come as much as you want to.”

  He heard her moan her assent and her whispered plea, “Please hurry!”

  He could see her desperately fighting her arousal and trying not to come.

  Dace felt just as frantic. He slathered his condom-covered cock with lube and then lined it up with her ass.

  “Try to relax!” he ordered as he pushed against her puckered opening. They’d prepared her, but with Micah’s cock taking up room in her pussy, she felt so damned tight.

  He pressed harder and suddenly the head of his cock gained entrance with a pop. From there, he moved deeper and deeper thrusting in, pulling out, thrusting a little deeper, until he was balls deep inside her.

  Holding her hips, he started to move and Micah picked up his rhythm. Dace pushed in and Micah pulled out. Micah pushed in and Dace pulled out. In and out, in and out. Faster and faster and suddenly Nick screamed, her body going stiff and then convulsing between them as her orgasm ripped through her.

  Dace felt her clamp down on him and he knew he was just hanging on by a thread. He wanted her to come again before he let himself release.

  As Dace picked up speed, he could see Micah reach up and grab the chain from the nipple clamps.

  “I’m almost there, Dace”

  “Ready when you are.” Then Micah ordered her “Come,” as he pulled the clamps free.

  She screamed and bucked against their restraining arm, and Dace reached around her body pinched and tugged on her poor, abused nipples. He heard Micah’s groan, and then Dace realized that he was coming, too.

  “Holy crap, she’s clamped down so hard on my cock it’s like she’s got a vise in there. Oh, god, oh god!”

  She was clamped on his cock, too. It was like she was trying to milk him and he couldn’t hold off any longer. Even as he pounded frantically into her ass, he could feel his own
climax slam through him as he shot rope after rope of cum into the condom until there was nothing left.

  Breathing hard, Dace leaned down on the table, bracing himself on one elbow so he wouldn’t crush Nicola beneath him or Micah who was beneath her. Taking a deep breath, he pulled out, careful of the condom, and moved quickly to dispose of it grab a blanket, some water, and cleaning supplies. Then he helped her up off Micah.

  Helping Micah wrap her up and carry her to the couch, he made short work of cleaning up the table before joining them. She looked so cute and sleepy, but she was probably dehydrated, so he made sure she took a drink of water.

  He reached out and smoothed her hair back from her face.

  “How do you feel?”

  “Good, very good. Tired. Satisfied.”

  He laughed as she turned pink. In fact, as he watched, she drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face.

  “It’s been less than a week, Micah, but I already know that I’m falling in love with her.”

  “Me, too, buddy, me, too, but in less than a month, she’s leaving us. I’m afraid she’s going to break both our hearts.”

  “I know, Micah, but I can’t hold back. I have to take a chance. Maybe we can make her fall in love with us? If I get my heart broken, so be it. If I lose Nicola, it won’t be because I was too afraid to try and win her over.”

  “Hell, Dace. I’m right there with you.”

  “Good. But there is one thing. As much as she opens up to us during scenes, have you noticed that she holds things in the rest of the time and never really talks to us about anything personal? It’s like she is hiding something.”

  “I have. I suspect it has something to do with that last undercover assignment. She was in for over a year. That has to do something to a person, but I have no idea what to do about it. If you’ve got any ideas, speak up now.”

  “Actually, Micah, I have a plan.”