by Fiona Archer
Kane turned and sifted through the pile of large, pie-shaped magnets Alex had dumped on top of the trolley. Good choices. Some easy, others that would test her limits, but nothing too harsh for a beginner.
Alex said, “We’ve been thinking of new activities for the club, things that fit in with the history of King’s Bluff and how it was established. There’ll be a few surprises, but since we have a volunteer,” he smirked at her loud huff, “we’ll take a test drive of our latest idea.”
She flicked a glance at the blank-faced prize wheel, with its rubber flapper in the shape of a crop.
Kane took the six pie magnets he considered easy, then handed the other half to Alex. “Life’s all about chance and making the most of it. We’ve decided to meld that idea with BDSM.” He placed his six pie magnets on the wheel, leaving a space in between each for other magnets. Each magnet was colored in shiny red and had a word in bold white lettering down the middle.
Kane winked at Olivia. “Vanna White never had this much fun, baby.”
Butt plug. Flogger. Vibe. Blindfold. Frog Tie. Tickling.
She squirmed, testing the strength of the cuffs, her eyes bright with excitement.
Alex added his magnets—white with red lettering—in the spaces left available.
Nipple Clamps. Spanking. Violet Wand. Gag. Clit Clamp. Crop.
Kane nodded. All good choices.
Her jaw dropped.
“Welcome to the Wheel of Kink, Red.” Alex’s voice rumbled with anticipation. “The purpose of the game is simple. Whatever the crop lands on, we do that to you. After two spins, we give you a forced orgasm. Then we spin again. Won’t that be fun?”
She let out a strangled squeak.
Kane glanced up from where he was unfurling a canvas strap attached to one side of the benches solid wooden base. He grinned at Olivia. “Rhetorical question, babe. Just lay back and embrace the fun.”
“But, I…no wait.” She tugged hard on her cuffs. “Wait!”
Alex bent close to her face, one hand cupping her chin. “Olivia, do you remember what I promised you this morning?”
She frowned, her gaze darting over his face before she said, “Even if I find myself out of my depth, I’d never feel alone.” Her voice sounded thick with emotion.
“That’s right.” Moving his hand from her chin, Alex gently pushed back a wave of hair off her face, then kissed her on the forehead. “Nothing we do in here will physically harm you. We’ll push some of your limits because that’s part of our role as Doms. But you have nothing to fear. Remember, you have your safe words.”
After taking a steadying breath, she nodded.
Kane’s pleasure grew as he witnessed her caught up in the moment, her excitement battling against the fear of the unknown. “What are they, sub?”
“Red, you stop. Orange, we talk.”
“You got it.” He kissed her, wanting to reinforce their bond in an intimate way before they played. He rested one hand on top of her thigh, the other over her breast, gently dragging his palm over her nipple, keeping contact with her body.
He studied her face, caught the clearness of her gaze, now devoid of any panic. She was ready. With a glance at Alex, he nodded.
“Let’s play.” Alex gave the wheel a mighty spin.
The flap flap flap of the miniature crop reverberated around the dungeon until finally it stopped on frog tie.
Too easy.
Together the men used the straps on the sides of the bench to force Olivia’s knees out wide. Another set of straps connected her ankles to her thighs. By the time they’d finished, she was spread and open for play. And there was no way she could conceal the telltale sheen covering her pussy.
Kane smiled to himself. Leaving her no place to hide wasn’t a bad way to start off.
Judging from the pink of her face, their sub didn’t agree.
“Second spin.” Alex gave another yank of the wheel. This time it landed on Vibe. He picked up a small egg vibe from the trolley, applied lube, then wasted no time sliding it inside Olivia.
She jolted at the contact, more from nerves Kane guessed. But it was the gleam in his brother’s eyes that had her biting her lower lip.
“And now the fun begins.” Alex tossed a small remote to Kane. “You have the most beautiful breasts, Red.” He plumped one in his hand, then bent to capture a nipple in his mouth.
Right now, Kane was hungry for her pussy. “Olivia.” She fixed somewhat nervous eyes on him. “I’m going to eat you. Taste every goddamn inch of you. Then you’ll come on my mouth.” He flicked the remote to medium, ignored her gasp, and dropped the small device onto the end of the bench.
While Alex played with her breasts, Kane bent so his mouth was inches from her center. He inhaled, breathing in the scent that was all her. Then he traced his tongue over her wet labia. She tasted fucking perfect, a sweet ambrosia bursting on his tongue. He couldn’t get enough, taking one long sweep of his tongue along her folds.
Her clit peeped out from its hood, begging for attention. Starting with feather-soft licks that had her squirming, he built up to sucking her clit full in his mouth. Her moans filled his ears, heating his blood. The fit of his jeans tightened, but he concentrated on the woman underneath him. Using his thumb, he spread her wetness over the sensitive skin between her vagina and her anus. Gently, he stroked in time with his licks to her clit.
He felt her thighs tense seconds before her sharp cry filled his ears. Keeping his tongue pressed against her clit, he rubbed his hands over the insides of her thighs, feeling her muscles spasm as he drew out her climax, yet offered comfort at the same time. Finally, he lifted his head, then grabbed the remote and switched off the vibe. Running his tongue over his lips, he savored her taste. Unique. And all theirs.
At least for this weekend.
Would that be enough? He ignored the niggle in his gut and moved up so his face was inches from hers. Eyes slightly glazed. Face flushed. Worked for him. He lowered his head, setting his mouth on hers. He still tasted her as they kissed. Knew she must be experiencing that, too. Good. He wanted her to know he’d had her that way. He planned to bury himself inside her soon enough, but for now, his inner beast was satisfied that she knew who and how she’d been taken.
When he raised his head, he caught her licking her lips. She flicked her gaze up to him, her shy smile warming a place deep inside he didn’t recognize, nor could explain.
Just this weekend. A simple agreement. He glanced at Alex as his brother moved to the end of the bench and crossed his arms over his chest.
Kane wanted more than forty-eight hours. He recognized that truth, embraced it. But what about his brother? Would Alex feel the same way at the end of the weekend? And if he didn’t, what then? They’d made a pact. Share their woman, look out for each other. But if Alex turned down the chance to take things further with Olivia, Kane faced a hard decision. Given no choice, would he fly solo?
Somehow, things had just gotten a whole lot more complicated.
* * * *
Alex felt his skin prickle. He looked up, seeing Kane frown at him before his brother turned back to Olivia. He felt his gaze narrow. Strange, but Kane had an issue. He’d share soon enough.
It was Kane’s turn at the wheel. “You were lucky first round, baby. Let’s see what chance brings you this time.” He tugged hard on the round disk, sending it spinning.
Olivia stared at the wheel, her mouth slightly open in expectation. As the sounds of the flapper slowed, her chest rose and fell more rapidly. There was expectation but anxiety, too. As a Dom, he couldn’t help but appreciate such an interesting dichotomy.
“Flogger,” Alex heard Kane say, but he kept his gaze pinned on Olivia. She gulped, her gaze stuck on the wheel. “Alex’s favorite toy. He’ll enjoy that.” Kane chuckled. “Let’s see what else we have to play with.”
Flap. Flap. Flap.
His gaze stayed fixed on the sweet sub strapped to the bench. Slowly, as if sensing him, she turned her worried
stare his way. Her chest rose, stayed fully expanded for three…five…seven seconds, then he heard her rush of air as she let it out.
Only then did he look at the wheel.
“Nipple Clamps.” Kane gathered the small clamps with their connecting chain, then passed the miniature flogger over to Alex.
He nodded his thanks, and studied his prey as he ran the seven inches of blue and black dyed falls of the deerskin flogger over his palm. “This flogger’s smaller than normal size.” He moved close to Olivia’s hip. “But perfect for what I have in mind.” Trailing the falls over the inside of her thigh, he chuckled when her leg jerked as if the soft hide burned her flesh. Only the strap around her knee kept her thigh in place.
“Skittish, Red?” He moved the falls to the opposite leg, gliding their tips over the crease of her thigh, then skimmed the folds of her pussy. The sound of her stuttering breath filled the silence of the dungeon.
Kane suckled on one nipple, drawing the bud into a hard point, then applied the clamp.
Olivia rolled her lips, smothering her cry to a dull moan.
“Love the way you respond, sweetness. It’s like every time is the first and you can’t believe it’s happening to you.” Kane repeated the process on her other nipple. By the crook of his little finger, he lifted the chain between the two clamps, held it there, watching her face as she stared at his finger like it was a bomb about to go off, then tugged.
She arched her back, hissing loudly. Kane continued to gently pull at the chain while he massaged her breasts, taking turns on each one.
Alex studied their sweet captive. The light overhead showed off her pearly white skin to perfection. He wanted to see how her body glowed with pink stripes.
With a flick of his wrist, the falls descended on her knee, down her thigh, then along the inside leg. Whisper soft at first, his strokes slowly became heavier, the indulgent whoosh turning to a thud. He flicked up and down both legs, purposely leaving the area around her pussy free of his touch.
A fresh sheen of wetness glistened on her folds. To think he hadn’t begun to push her limits.
Spying the remote, he clicked twice for the medium setting. Her body gave a small jerk, and her mouth opened. Kane bent low, smothering her cry with his kiss.
Alex extended his arm, aiming for the area just above her pussy. This time her yelp was partially discernable despite Kane’s tongue in her mouth.
Alex allowed himself a smile. There were plenty of ways to silence a sub. Indeed, he was a firm believer in the use of gags, but kissing a woman into silence was usually, depending on the sub, a far more pleasurable solution.
His thumb pressed the button on the remote, turning the setting to high. This time Olivia’s moan was louder, longer, hungrier than before.
Kane ended his kiss and moved over her chest to flick the tips of her red nipples with his tongue.
Alex ran his fingers through her folds, feeling the hum of the vibe buried inside her. “Red, you love being dominated, controlled. It might not be politically correct, but you can’t escape the fact you want this.”
She lifted her head up off the pillow. The muscles in her neck stood out, straining at the angle. “Inside the dungeon. Playing. Not normal everyday stuff.” Falling back, she fixed her gaze on some point in the ceiling.
Interesting distinction. He remembered back to Olivia’s surprise at his leaving the decision on how they’d spend their morning up to her. There was scope here to dig deeper, see why she was so wary of a man assuming command over her outside of BDSM. He didn’t necessarily disagree with her in principle, and had said as much over lunch. He wanted a woman who thought for herself.
The difference with Olivia was her vehemence at the idea of allowing herself to be dominated, if even on one decision, outside of the bedroom. What was her motivation behind that level of resistance?
He slid his fingers in a V shape around her clit and pinched them together. “You like it when we tie you up, eat you out, and make you do the kind of dirty things you’ve dreamed of. And you like it just as much when we order you not to wear panties inside the house. It shocks you, scratches your pride, but it makes you wet just the same.”
“Ain’t that the truth.” Kane tugged at the chain.
“That’s still bedroom stuff.” She bit the words out around clenched teeth.
Her face was slightly red, whether from anger or the fact he and Kane were doing their best to keep her desire revved high, he wasn’t sure. At a guess, he’d say a bit of both.
Alex wasn’t done. “And outside of play and the bedroom is a no-go zone for a man dominating you, no matter his reasoning?”
“It’s never trivial when you allow a man to dictate how you live your life. You lose out. Every time.” Her tone turned hard with the stain of bitterness.
“Is that what happened with that asshole you married? He took from you, never gave back in return? Left you with nothing, and now you protect yourself by being someone you’re not, seeing any man that takes control, knows how to take care of a woman, as a threat?”
Her eyes flashed hot. Resentment, stubbornness, and not a little fear shined for both he and Kane to see.
“I’m right, aren’t I? That much anger tells me you wanted more, you wanted him to be there for you.” He used the flogger. Five flicks, inside of her thigh. “For now, be a good girl and admit that you like arguing with us. It turns you on even when we threaten to stray in areas you aren’t so sure of, like domination outside of the bedroom. The idea of being bad, the threat of punishment, of us taking you in hand, makes you push harder.” Five more on her stomach. Admit it, Red.”
“Take a hike,” she threw out.
He flicked his wrist. Four more on the edge of her pussy. He raised the flogger in his hand, holding the falls out behind it poised ready to strike.
“Admit it.”
“Screw you and the spanking bench you rode in on.” She yanked on her cuffs.
With a snap, the falls landed on her pussy.
She cried out. Her legs bucked against the straps.
“Tell him.” Kane tugged on the clamp’s chain.
She shook her head from side to side, mouth scrunched tight.
Another flick. Another tug of the chain.
“Oh, God.” She swallowed hard. Her labia shone wet and dusky-plum under the light.
Alex pressed his thumb down on the swollen nub. “Admit it, Red.”
She panted as her face twisted in an agony of her own making.
Such a stubborn little thing. He grazed his teeth near the top of her thigh, then nipped—hard.
Her pleading whimper went ignored.
“I can do this all night.” He rubbed his thumb in a circle, pulling the hood of her clit up as he went, smiling at her cries. “But you can’t hold out that long, can you, Red? And you want to admit it, don’t you? You like it when we dominate you. You want a man who will show he’s got grit when you pull back.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she sobbed out. “I like it. I like it when you tie me up. I like it when you order me about.” Tears gathered in her eyes. “And so fucking help me, I like it when you take charge, even when I’m arguing about it.” She seemed to deflate, no longer fighting her restraints. “I don’t know why. I made myself a promise that I wouldn’t allow a man to control me again, not after Alan.” She sniffled. “Satisfied?”
“For now.” He gently strummed his thumb over her clit, enjoying her tiny gasps with each swipe. “But don’t think the subject is closed, sweetheart.”
Not giving her a chance to obsess over his words, he rolled her clit between his thumb and finger. Kane released the clamps, then drew one of the angry-looking red buds into his mouth.
Her climax shook her body. She strained against her bonds, forcing both men to use their free hands to hold her down on the bench. Her body shuddered under their touch. Big, green eyes, full of lust and a little wonder, stared up at him. He held her gaze until slowly she closed her eyes.
W
hen she finally quieted, Alex turned off the vibe. The warm depth of her cunt clamped around his fingers, not ready to give up the toy. Twisting his fingers, he rubbed his knuckles over her G-spot as he withdrew.
Her quivering sigh sounded like it emptied her chest. Such a brave little thing. Stubborn, but brave. Admiration filled him as he fought the urge to gather her up in his arms and hold her tight against him.
Alex bent low, kissed her mouth, gently, tenderly. “Thank you for your honesty, sub.” He traced the outline of her lower lip, then ran his fingers through the damp hair at the side of her head.
Hell, she looked done in and they’d only completed two rounds of the wheel.
He glanced across the bench. “You want another spin.”
Kane eyed their beauty as he ran his hand up the inside of her thigh. “As much as I want to find out how she handles the wand, I want to get inside her pussy more.”
“And I want her mouth around me.”
Together they unstrapped her knees and legs, slowly stretched them out in front of her, then quickly rubbed them down to loosen any stiff muscles.
She sighed as they worked their hands over the top of her thighs. Alex nodded as Kane smiled to himself, both of them pleased Olivia was cramp free. The well-being of a sub should always come before a Dom takes his pleasure.
Alex made quick work of her cuffs. “You can stay free for now.” Having her hands feeling their way over his body? Damn, he wasn’t going to pass that up. Kane didn’t argue, possibly imagining the same thing.
Alex caught the way her teeth ran over her lower lip. Nerves? Or maybe that mind of hers was turning over their scene in her head? There were other, more pleasurable ways to keep her occupied.
He slanted his mouth over hers. She tasted hot and sweet, and all manner of things he’d come to only associate with Olivia. Small hands curved around his neck and shoulder as her fingers traced over his skin. He wanted her touch on other parts of his body.
Right now.
With a growl, he broke off his kiss. He barely managed to contain his curse of frustration when Kane scooped his arms under her bottom and slid her down the bench until her backside neared the end, with her knees bent and heels resting on the edge.
