Dusted Star

by Avery Gale

  “True on all counts. Never let it be said southern women can’t take you down a peg or two, and we all know sugar doesn’t hold a candle to their sweetness while they’re doing it. I assure you, I was much more respectful to the lovely ladies of the Rose Society after that unfortunate incident.” The way Kent said the last two words told Lakyn he’d been quoting someone, she suspected his mother, and it was all she could do to hold back her smile.

  Without further comment, they all moved to a small stage area, and Lakyn was surprised to see so many people gathered in the small space. There was no way they’d all be able to sit in the lounge chairs and sofas scattered around the area in front of the stage.

  The tall plants bordering the enclosure made it seem intimate without walls, and Lakyn wondered who had designed the club’s interior. There were obvious nods to the old west, but it was clear the designer hadn’t felt the need to turn it into a western movie set. The sleek lines of the lighting over the stage hid the riggings Tobi had told her about, and Lakyn leaned down trying to get a better look at the elaborate array of steel cables and pulleys.

  “Come.” Trac grasped her hand in his much larger one and moved to the side, so they’d be closer to the stage. “You seem very interested in how things work, so we’ll stand here. It will give you a clearer view, and there is always the added bonus of having you on your feet.” When she looked up and him in confusion, his answering grin made him look more like an ornery teen than a former soldier. Juan had given her a brief overview of their backgrounds while he’d been combing the tangles from her hair, and she’d had to admit, the information had gone a long way to convince her she was safe in their care.

  Juan leaned close to whisper, “We plan to monitor your responses very carefully during the scene, Cariña. Since Tobi’s Masters are going to use a variety of new toys on her, we’ll get a chance to find out what you find appealing.”

  “So, it’s okay for me to talk? I thought Kyle’s words sounded like a warning. I am worried about Mia, she was so nice to offer to feed me.”

  “No, it’s isn’t okay for you to speak unless you’re given permission or asked a direct question. Remember, you address Doms as Master Kent, Master Kyle, Mistress Rebecca, Sir, or Madame will also work. Mia knows the plan changed. There is food across the room, and we’ll make sure you eat when you’re hungry.” Trac paused for a heartbeat, but it was long enough for her to wonder what he was planning to say he thought she wasn’t going to appreciate. “We are the only Doms you will address simply as Master.”

  “That’s because you belong to us, and we belong to you.” She’d understood what Trac had been trying to say since this was a point made in almost all the erotic novels she’d read, but she felt her cheeks flush with Juan’s blatant admission. “We’ll also settle for Sir—for now.” She felt herself tremble as the heat from her cheeks spread over her exposed skin.

  “I love seeing that flush of arousal, Princess. Come here.” He held out his hand, and when she slid her palm against his, Trac pulled her roughly against his chest. “You’re just a little bit, baby. I’m going to have to get you a stepstool, so I can kiss you for as long as I like without breaking my back.” Before his words worked their way through her desire fogged mind, he’d cradled the back of her head in his enormous palm and bent her slowly backward until her back was arched, her tightly peaked nipples pressed firmly against his chest. The first touch of his lips against hers sent tiny pinpricks of heat through her brain, and he took full advantage of her gasp.

  The kiss was scorching hot, Trac’s tongue plunging deep and sweeping the inside of her mouth. He tasted sweet and smelled like citrus mint. When she sighed against his lips, he pulled her tighter against him. There was no mistaking the steel of his erection searing against her, and she found herself wiggling against his length in an effort to elicit some kind of response. A stinging swat against her almost bare ass made her jerk in his arms. He pulled back enough to speak.

  “You’re playing with fire, Princess,” he growled. “Don’t think we won’t waltz you out of here and fuck you on the nearest horizontal surface.” The sexual tension between them was practically crackling in the air.

  Kyle’s voice sounded over the speakers, breaking the mood, and Lakyn wasn’t sure if she was grateful for the chance to clear her head or disappointed for the lost moment. She tried to listen to what Kyle West was saying, but his words faded into the background quickly as she watched Kent securing their wife inside a large polished steel circle.

  “You’ll notice this ring is new. Since Tobi and several of the other submissives in the club are petite, we commissioned this. It’s a new and much-improved version of the one suspended above.” When Kyle’s words finally made their way through the haze of Lakyn’s arousal, she looked up to see a larger ring suspended in the rigging above the stage.

  “As usual, Clint and the creative crew at E.G.A. Fabrication in Sealy have exceeded our expectations. We’ll be having a separate demonstration tomorrow night to show you the added safety features and the numerous modifications designed with your pleasure in mind. I’m confident you’ll be as pleased as I am with the changes.” Kyle continued to speak about the hinges and torso straps, but Lakyn’s focus locked on the interplay between Kent and Tobi.

  Kent’s hands rarely left her for more than a second or two as he secured the straps around her wrists, ankles, and torso. Next, he threaded a long piece of silk through a small metal loop on the inside of the ring. Tying it off, he pulled the silk behind Tobi’s head. Before he wrapped it all the way around her head, he pressed soft kisses over each of her eyes, and even though Lakyn couldn’t hear what he was saying, it was easy to see Tobi visibly relax as he spoke. After securing the end of the silk cloth to loop on the opposite side of the ring, Kent carefully fanned the fabric out over the back of her blonde hair and tucked her long blonde braid securely between the folds.

  The dress Tobi wore was what the fashion houses call an exaggerated A-line halter, but Lakyn had always thought of the simple design as a tent dress. With her arms extended to the eleven and one o’clock positions on the ring, the audience was being treated to a teasing view of her very bare pussy lips. Unless you were looking closely, you might not notice the dark rose colored petals, but Lakyn took in every nuance of the picture in front of her, and it was the single most erotic thing she’d ever seen.

  Chapter Six

  Juan watched as Lakyn stood stock still, totally enthralled with the Wests’ scene. She’d completely forgotten about eating, and he made a mental note to watch that carefully. Her responses were so open, and with her guard down, he was amazed to see how much younger she looked. Lakyn Hicks craved everything she was seeing play out on stage—or at least her body did. Opening up the world of kink for her would be a joy; the only problem would be breaching the walls Lakyn Storm had carefully erected to protect herself from the challenges inherent to her career.

  “Tell me what you see, Cariña.” He knew she would unconsciously prioritize what she was watching, and if she was honest with herself and them, she’d describe the most personally significant things first. He was surprised when she only hesitated briefly before speaking.

  “The silk covering Tobi’s eyes is so finely woven, she must feel like she’s wrapped in a cloud. And the way Kent fanned out the fabric at the back of her head like a miniature hammock tells me they’re being very careful her neck is protected, no matter how far back she is tilted.” How fitting that a model would zero in on the silk scarf; he had to fight back his amusement, so he didn’t distract her. “Her dress is an interesting style, and I wonder how many people have noticed her bare labia peeking out from beneath the folds of the dress. Tobi mentioned she is self-conscious of the stretch marks on her breasts, and I wonder if they’ll wait until the lights are dimmed before they bare her completely.”

  “Princess, you’re absolutely right. Both of her Doms are acutely aware of what she considers flaws, but they consider those marks proof of
the precious gifts she’s given them. The only thing Kent and Kyle West love more than their children is the woman who lights up their lives in every way. One of most appealing aspects of the lifestyle is the intensity of the connection between Doms and their submissives.”

  “Tobi said the same thing. She explained it was, in large part, due to the emphasis on communication.” For a moment she wondered if it was rude to be talking to Juan and Trac without looking at them, but she couldn’t take her eyes off what was happening on the stage. Kent had tilted the ring back far enough to put Tobi off-balance. Lakyn noted the other woman hadn’t jumped or reacted in any of the ways you’d expect of someone who’d been moved to the tipping point. What would it be like to have that level of trust in someone?

  “Tell me what you’re thinking, Princess. Your entire body shuddered, and I want to know why.”

  There was an edge to Trac’s voice she hadn’t heard before, and she found herself responding without taking time to filter her words. It wasn’t easy to put the jumble of thoughts that had run through her head into words, but she did the best she could. When she’d finished, he pressed a kiss to the sensitive spot behind her ear.

  “Well done, little sub. You picked out one of the most important elements of any D/s relationship. First and foremost, submission is always the submissive’s choice—you hold all the power, contrary to how it may appear. Tobi could stop this scene any time she wanted with the utterance of a single word.”

  “Her Masters trust her to tell them if it’s too much. Tobi’s honesty and transparency are the basis for their trust. It may appear seamless now, but I can assure you, polyamorous relationships require a unique level of all of these elements, and the Wests fought hard to get to this point.”

  Juan’s admiration for his friends was easy to hear, and she found herself nodding her understanding. Tobi had been very forthcoming during their conversations, and Lakyn appreciated the other woman’s candor. Without that background, she’d be more overwhelmed than aroused by what she was watching now.

  Kyle exchanged the handheld microphone for a wireless clip-on he hadn’t switched on yet. Lakyn watched with a mix of wonder and envy as he leaned close to Tobi’s ear. The audience couldn’t hear what he was saying, but it wasn’t difficult to see Tobi’s reaction. Her eyes went impossibly wide, and she slowly nodded.

  “Kyle won’t let her get away with not speaking her answer. Watch.” Juan’s words were prophetic because Kyle immediately shook his head and pulled back. His intensity was so forceful, Lakyn would have sworn she could feel it from where she stood along the wall.

  She studied Tobi as the other woman answered whatever questions her Masters asked. Her body was practically vibrating with desire, and Lakyn felt the anxiety she’d felt at Tobi’s earlier greeting begin to melt away. Mia’s reassurances about Tobi’s sincerity replayed in her mind as she watched the pretty blonde relax even further into the bindings. Kent uncovered a tray before rolling it closer. The first item he picked up caused a ripple of surprise to move through the crowd. As soon as he slipped the headphones over Tobi’s ears, Kyle switched on the mic clipped to his shirt.

  “Our lovely sub is very good at picking up the smallest verbal clues from audiences, these noise-canceling headphones will keep her from hearing you or our commentary.” A grin curved the corners of his mouth, and Lakyn suspected she’d just seen a glimpse of the ornery boy he had no doubt been.

  “Unless we want her to be included—then it’s as simple as tapping a button on our lapel mics.” Lakyn noticed Kent’s tone was harsher now that he wasn’t speaking to his wife. Rather than being put off by the change, Lakyn found herself admiring the difference. It was an outward sign of his devotion and loyalty, two of the things she admired the most. Lakyn had seen enough infidelity among her co-workers and acquaintances to last a lifetime.

  Kyle explained they were adding several sets of the headphones to the club’s equipment inventory and a few mics for demos, prompting cheers from most of the on-lookers. Lakyn was mesmerized by what she was seeing, but she tuned out what the men were saying when it became clear they’d meant it when they’d said this would be a demo. I understand they are using this to enlighten their members about new products, but it sounds like a late-night infomercial to me. Okay, a really hot, kinky informercial, but still…

  *

  Juan studied Lakyn’s ever-changing expressions as she watched the scene. It didn’t appear as though she was listening to what Kyle was saying, but she seemed completely enraptured by what she was seeing. Her eyes were so dilated, there was only a narrow ring of color showing, and the pulse at the base of her neck was pounding so rapidly, he could barely track the beats. He listened as her respiration accelerated and frowned when he noted she was intermittently holding her breath.

  From the look Trac gave him over Lakyn’s shoulder, he hadn’t missed the hitches in her breathing either. Juan watched the muscles in his friend’s arms tighten around her shoulders as a subtle reminder for her to take a breath.

  “What do you see now, Cariña?” Years of experience had taught Juan to let submissives describe what they were seeing—it was like taking a walk through their minds. As long as she answered honestly, it would give them a good idea of what she found most arousing.

  “They’ve taken away her ability to move… she can only hear what they allow, and the silk scarf they tied over her eyes deprives her of the chance to anticipate anything. She can only feel. I remember her telling me the more restrictive the scene, the more freedom it gave her. I didn’t understand at the time, but now it’s so easy to see. Tobi doesn’t have to wonder if she is being too aggressive or if she’s not showing enough interest. She doesn’t have to worry about splitting her time fairly between her two Doms because they’re in control of everything.” Lakyn’s voice sounded almost wistful and Juan was thrilled with her observations.

  “Cariña, can you see yourself in those bonds? Can you imagine putting yourself in our care, trusting us with your pleasure?” She finally turned her face toward his and the depth of her desire shone so brightly in her eyes it stole his breath.

  “Yes, I want to know what if feels like to lose myself in pleasure. I want to let someone else make decisions for a little while.” From what little Juan had learned about her alter-ego, Lakyn Storm only had two people in her life to share the burden—a manager who didn’t appear to be particularly committed to looking out for her best interests and a brother who loved and protected her but was rarely available. One of the things Juan’s sisters had taught him was the importance of what they called being present. It had taken him a long time to figure out exactly what they’d been talking about.

  Teaching him how to actively listen was one of the greatest gifts his sisters had ever given him. They’d also drilled into him the importance of touch. They still reminded him anytime he was within arm’s reach about the healing power of a hug.

  Trac leaned down, whispering in her ear, “If I slide my fingers between your lovely legs will I find you wet for us, Princess?” Juan was grateful his friend had picked up the ball while he’d been lost in thought. This was one of the reasons he enjoyed ménage. It was also one of the many reasons he believed a polyamorous marriage was the way to go.

  “Yes.” Her breathless response would have made Juan’s cock rock hard even if it hadn’t already been pressing incessantly against his zipper.

  Juan moved to stand in front of her and gave her nipples a gentle pinch. “Try again, Cariña.”

  “Yes, Sir, you will find me drenched.” The conviction in her voice was far more convincing than the single word response she’d given them the first time.

  As much as Juan wished they could whisk her away, it was better to play at the club—at least this first time. It was important for those new to the lifestyle to have the security of people nearby until they had time to establish trust. Making love to her in the privacy of their cabin was one thing, tying her to the bed and fucking her until none o
f them could move was another.

  *

  Trac slipped his hand under her dress and growled against her ear, “Open for me” when he found her legs locked together. He suspected she was trying to keep the proof of her arousal from running in tempting rivulets down the inside of her thighs, but he could tell her it was wasted effort. She’d soon learn what a turn on it was for a Dom to see the wanton evidence of his or her effect on a submissive. When he felt her head turn quickly from side to side, he tightened his left arm around her upper torso.

  “It’s not your job to worry about who is watching, Princess. If Master Juan or I want to show off what belongs to us, that’s for us to decide. All you need to worry about is following instructions and trusting us to give you exactly what you need.” Her legs slid apart, the response so immediate, he groaned in appreciation. Damn, the woman ignited something deep inside him he hadn’t even known existed.

  All Trac could think about was possessing the woman in his arms. She was a natural submissive, her responses had been forthright, and she admitted her interest in learning more about the lifestyle that was a huge part of his life. Trac had known he needed to be in charge in bedroom long before he knew there was a term for it. Learning there was a lifestyle centered around what felt like a part of his very soul had been a life-changing moment.