by Tara Rose
“May I join you at the gym to work out?”
“We would love that,” said Hugh, playing with her breasts. She knelt to remove their pants, boxers, socks, and shoes, then played with their balls as she took turns gently licking them and their cocks. They were both so beautiful. She couldn’t get enough of them. If only the three of them could stay here, in this magnificent house, and do nothing but have sex and play. To hell with work, and with everyone else in this town.
Their moans grew louder, and when Ryder tangled his fingers in her hair, he told her to stand up now. She did as he commanded, and then they led her into the shower and moved under the spray with her. Their mouths and hands were all over her, and she lost track of who was where. She didn’t care. All that mattered was that they were touching her. She closed her eyes and let the water and their mouths wash away the last of her cares and worries. All she wanted to do was submit to them tonight, body and soul. Nothing else would be allowed to intrude this evening.
When hard plastic smacked her ass cheeks, she yelled and opened her eyes. “What was that, Sir?”
Hugh’s soft chuckle sent shivers up and down her spine. “My bath brush.” He pointed toward the wall. “Up against it and turn around.”
She’d taken so much impact play last night, but the thought of being smacked with that plastic brush sent fresh wetness to her pussy. She did as Hugh asked, and was rewarded with not only a dozen hard smacks across both ass cheeks with the brush, but soft kisses on the wounds he’d just made as well.
He snuggled up behind her, rubbing his erect dick against her ass crack. “That was for being so damn sexy I can’t stand it.”
She giggled. “Thank you, Sir.”
He slipped his hand around to the front, then moved it between her legs to rub her clit. “And here comes Ryder with the paddle he never got to use last night.”
She turned her head to the side, and Hugh gave her pussy a hard smack with his hand. “Eyes front.”
“Yes, Sir.” She melted against the wall at the tone of his voice. She’d give them anything they wanted tonight.
Ryder gave her ten swats with what felt like a wooden paddle, like the kind a fraternity might use, and because she’d already taken so much last night, it really hurt. But once he was done, it looked like neither man was interested in anything more than cursory impact play tonight, and for that she was grateful. She didn’t want to have to safeword tonight.
They turned her around and knelt in front of her, taking turns licking her pussy and sucking on her clit, then teasing her nipples with their teeth and tongues, until she was nothing but a quivering mass of goo. Her orgasm just seemed to go on and on, never really cresting or stopping. Was it possible to pass out from sheer pleasure?
They turned her to face the wall again, and then gently bent her over to take turns fucking her in the pussy from behind. That really sent her arousal to crazy heights. She loved taking it this way because the man could go deeper, and these two made sure to pay attention to her clit and breasts at the same time.
When they each came, this time it was inside of her, and then they dried her off as they would a child, and allowed her to dry them each as well. She snuggled up between them in bed, wising once again that she lived here with them and they never had to leave this room.
* * * *
The work week passed by in a blur for Brynn. Claude kept her busy all day long not only with organizing his complete mess of what he called personnel files, but also interviewing applicants for sales and other positions once the store reopened. It was a fabulous way to get to know the residents of Racy, and it freed up Claude to deal with contractors and a million other tiny details that he’d had to push back because he’d been too busy trying to hire help so the store could open as scheduled.
Each day, one of the guys would drive the ten minutes across town from Notus and insist she return to the building to have lunch with them so that she could meet everyone. Claude gave her permission to take a longer lunch because she came in almost an hour early in the mornings, so that she left for work at the same time as Hugh and Ryder did.
The guys introduced her to Noah Wells and Adison Kincaid, Kari Tye’s Doms. When she told them both how she thought Kari had given the shop a very clever name, they told her that Kari would love to know that. The next day Kari called her at work and offered her twenty percent off the first time she came in to Tye Me Up. When she told Hugh and Ryder, they promised to take her on a shopping spree that weekend.
She met Mason Sinclair and Lee Parker, as well as Harper Montgomery, their sub, and Harper’s boss Maggie Rodriguez. Brynn asked Maggie how her sister, Teresa, was doing.
“She’s fine now. Thank you. Carson and Garrett are taking good care of her.” Brynn marveled at how open even the people who weren’t in the lifestyle were about their friends and family members who were in it.
That same day, she and Harper became so engrossed in talking about marketing opportunities that Brynn felt Claude should take advantage of for the store that Ryder had to break speeding records to get her back to the trailer in time. She didn’t want to push Claude’s generosity in granting her a longer lunch hour.
By the time Wednesday rolled around, Brynn felt as though she had begun to plant roots in Racy. The town grew more on her each day, and it was easy to see why so many of its residents had told her they’d never live anywhere else.
She spent each night at Hugh’s, as did Ryder, and even when they didn’t make love, they stayed up talking about their days. She fell into such an easy, natural rhythm with them that it was difficult to remember why she’d been so afraid at first to become involved with them.
No one mentioned Eddie again, and she didn’t run into Sean, Maddox, or Julie those first three days. But the closer they got to Friday, the more she began to feel uneasy again. What if she felt uncomfortable in the club? What if Sean and Maddox, or even Julie, had told everyone else what had happened?
When she expressed her concerns to Hugh and Ryder, they reminded her that she’d met four Doms and one sub at Notus already this week, and not one of them had treated her like a pariah. They assured her that no one would hassle her or give her the cold shoulder at the club.
Since she didn’t have club wear any longer, at lunch on Thursday she asked if they could go to Tye Me Up that night, and the guys looked at each other in surprise. “Of course,” said Ryder. “I never thought to ask if you still had any.”
“It’s okay. I didn’t think of it until now either.”
After work, they grabbed a quick dinner at Nan’s Place, sitting in their favorite booth, and Brynn tried not to think about the first time she’d been in here. This was the first meal she’d eaten there since meeting these two, and she found it difficult to believe it had only been five days. So much had happened, and she’d never felt this comfortable around anyone. She kept waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Brynn loved Tye Me Up, from the contemporary music to the bold colors. The gleaming mahogany counters and shelves went well with the bright, neon purple, blue, green, and pink decorating. When she found out that Kari and Alexa had designed the shop themselves, and done much of the restoration inside, she was even more impressed.
She loved Kari on sight as well. Pretty gray eyes and a mess of dark, curly hair, plus clothing that Brynn had rarely seen outside of upscale shops gave her a chic, fresh appearance. When she learned that Kari had lived in Manhattan for fifteen years, she understood why she dressed so well. “You still buy your clothes there, don’t you?” she asked, leaning in close.
Kari grinned. “Does it show that much?”
“Only to someone who’s lived in a city larger than this one.”
Kari laughed. “I know. But I do have hope. There’s a clothing store opening at the end of this street in a couple of months, and one downtown as well. I’m told they’ll have more upscale stuff than our local Wal-Mart carries. It’s a pain having to order everything by mail, and I rarely have time to
drive to Chicago these days.”
“Your shop is magnificent.”
“Thank you. Alexa and I have to hire more help, though. We’ve known that for some time. It’s just a pain trying to find someone who is reliable. Peppi can’t be here all the time.”
“Peppi?”
“Peppi Rodriguez. She’s the youngest Rodriguez sister. She’s doing a phenomenal job for us, but she’s also going to school, and I told her that has to take precedence.”
Brynn nodded. “I know what you mean about finding reliable employees.” She told Kari about some of the more interesting applicants she’d interviewed this past week.
“Have you met Ava Harmony? Her shop is next door. Harmony Music. She owns it along with her Doms, Jake Malloy and Gary Reed. She’s been having a tough time, too, hiring part-time help.”
“Malloy? As in the family who owns Notus?”
Kari nodded. “Yes. That’s him. But he teaches English at the middle school. He’s only marginally involved with running the company.”
“Hugh and Ryder told me this town has connected families in it, but I never realized how many, or how connected they are.”
“But you wouldn’t know it to talk to them. I mean look at Maddox. He could buy and sell half this town, and yet he’s one of the most down-to-earth people I’ve ever met.”
Brynn nodded and smiled. Kari obviously hadn’t heard anything about Maddox and Sean’s past involvement with her, and for that Brynn was grateful. It meant that neither man had been spreading gossip around the BDSM community, and it gave her renewed hope for their visit to the club the next night.
“So you came in here for club wear, right? Let me show you some things.”
By the time the three left Tye Me Up, Brynn had more club wear than she could use in a month, and a few new toys that the guys had helped her pick out. She’d never had so much fun inside a fetish shop, and while they drove back to Hugh’s house, she couldn’t stop talking about how much she liked Kari. “When did she leave Racy?”
“She was young,” said Hugh. “Just out of high school. She really doesn’t talk about it much, to be honest. She had a Dom for nine years who let her go when she turned thirty, and it really devastated her. And then she met Alexa while she worked at a place in Chelsea called What’s Your Pleasure.”
“Oh, that’s sad about her Dom. Why would anyone do such a thing? How shitty is that?”
“Very shitty,” said Ryder. “But they’re out there.”
“So Alexa isn’t from Racy, then?”
“No. Alexa is from New York. She moved here when Kari came back home two years ago. Kari witnessed a rape and murder behind the shop where she and Alexa worked, and it turned out that the man who committed the crime knew Alexa’s abusive ex-Dom. Both men tracked them down and came here after them.”
She turned in her seat to face Ryder as icy fear spread through her veins. “Holy shit. I had no idea.”
He nodded. “The kinksters in this town are no strangers to things from their past coming back to haunt them. You’re among friends here, Brynn. You really are. Just give it time.”
“Thank you. That helps a lot to know that. It really does.” To realize that two such strong, vibrant women had each gone through something similar was comforting to know. And it also made Brynn realize that it was possible to move on. Neither Kari nor Alexa, whom she had only briefly met tonight because the shop was so busy, had mentioned their ordeals or given a hint of them. If they could go through something like that, and come out the other side to run a very successful business in this town, surely she could deal with all this. Even if Eddie had come to Racy, he seemed to be gone now. And if he did return, the cops would spot him.
Nothing was going to happen to her, or to Sean, Maddox, or Julie. The people in this town had weathered far worse, and they weren’t going to let a creep like Eddie keep them down. She did have friends here. And she also had two Doms who weren’t going to let anything happen to her. She’d made the right decision in moving here. She knew that now. It was time to act like she belonged here, and make more of an effort getting to know the others in the lifestyle.
Chapter Twelve
Brynn couldn’t stop staring at the inside of Maddox’s club. It had been amazing enough just to walk into his house. What little she’d seen walking down the hall to the double doors at the end which marked the entrance to the club had reminded her of Hugh’s home, although the colors Maddox had chosen were lighter and gave the place an airy feel. But this…this was opulent and decadent at the same time, not seedy or grimy like the clubs she’d seen in Chicago.
She descended three carpeted steps and breathed in the scents of lube, leather, and furniture polish. The leather came as much from the equipment scattered about the large room as from Hugh and Ryder, flanking her. She hadn’t been able to stop staring at them, either.
Both had dressed in open vests, leather pants, and boots, and they looked so yummy she wasn’t sure they’d make it here tonight. She’d wanted to gobble them up. “This certainly doesn’t look like any club I’ve seen.”
“But Maddox has,” said Ryder. “He modeled it after one in Chicago.”
She shook her head. “I must have missed that one.” Maddox and Sean both held many secrets in their past, apparently. She spotted them across the room with Julie, Kari, Noah, and Adison. The men were dressed similarly to Hugh and Ryder, and Kari and Julie both wore corsets and not much else.
It occurred to her that she’d probably see some of the residents she’d only recently met here tonight in scanty clothing, or nude. The guys had already told her that since Maddox knew everyone who came to his club, he had very few rules. She might as well get used to that, now that she’d decided to make the effort to get to know these people and become part of this community.
Maddox spotted them, waved, and came over. He extended his hand, smiling warmly at Brynn. “Welcome to my club. What do you think? A far cry from Passions in Chicago, eh?” Passions was the name of the club that Sarina, Kane, and Eddie had frequented the most. It was also the place where Eddie had threatened Zakia, but Brynn wasn’t sure if Maddox actually knew that. He hadn’t been there that night, and Sean might never have told him the name of it.
“It sure is. It’s really beautiful.”
“Thank you. Please feel free to ask any questions, although Hugh and Ryder should be able to answer them fully.”
“Thanks again for letting me come here tonight.”
His eyes were filled with nothing but sincerity. “You’re welcome anytime, Brynn. I’m so glad you’ve decided to make Racy your home.”
After he left, she eyed the guys in turn. “Think Sean talked to him this week about the conversation in your kitchen on Sunday morning?”
“I’m sure he did,” said Hugh. “See? We told you that you had nothing to worry about.”
She gripped his arm tighter. “And you were both right, Sir.”
He winked at her. “Let’s go pick out a cross to tie you to before they’re all taken.”
They led her to a St. Andrews cross and told her to back up against it. Ryder reached for her panties and pulled them down. Brynn gasped. His grin sent a fresh rush of wetness to her pussy. He helped her step out of them, and then began to fit soft leather bondage cuffs around her wrists and ankles. “Too much too soon?”
“No, Sir.” Liar.
Hugh reached into his bag and pulled out a long piece of dark blue silk. “This might help.”
She’d never enjoyed being blindfolded, mostly because she hadn’t trusted the Doms who had done so. But this was different. She trusted them both, and she had to agree with Hugh that not being able to see everyone else right now would probably help her relax a bit. As soon as the blindfold was on, her muscles became less tense.
Hands gently brushed her legs and bare pussy lips, then Hugh whispered in her ear. “Do you want us to tell you who is where and doing what? Or would you simply like to experience it?”
“I�
��d rather experience it, Sir. I trust you both.”
“Good girl.”
Brynn moaned softly as his words sent shivers up and down her spine. She heard them moving in front of her, and could now distinguish the sounds of their boots on the floor from the softer sounds of them pulling out various toys. She caught the scents of their colognes, and the other smells seemed to fade into the background.
“Ready?” Ryder’s voice was soft but commanding at the same time, and she melted against the cross behind her, ready to completely submit to both of them.
“Yes, Sir.” The first sensation was a hand again, softly caressing her breasts through the corset, and then the laces were pulled and her breasts hung free. She sighed softly, enjoying the slight rush of cool air that blew across them. It was warm in the club, but her nipples grew taut anyway. She suspected that had more to do with her arousal than with the temperature in the room.
The falls of a leather flogger brushed across her nipples, and then they tickled her pussy lips. She tried to relax and wait, but every nerve ending was on fire and she was so excited to be here, bound to this cross, naked in front of them, that she wanted to shout her happiness.
When they began to gently hit her on both her breasts and pussy with the flogger, she moaned and tossed her head back and forth. It felt like a thick one, but it didn’t really matter. She loved them all.
Before she could get used to the falls, a wooden paddle smacked her pussy, and she cried out in surprise as one of them put clamps on her nipples. It had been a long time since she’d had nipple clamps on, and while she enjoyed them, she hadn’t been expecting it. Her arousal level went through the roof.
“What color are you?” asked Hugh.
“Green, Sir.”
“Good girl.” What was it about those words that sent her heart fluttering? They continued to punish her pussy with various toys, and soon she slipped into that lovely space where pain and pleasure were one. Sweat collected at her hairline and under her blindfold, and her nipples grew numb.
