Her gaze roamed back to the dreaded bench in the center of the room. It loomed huge and ominous. They really expect me to let them spank me in front of all these people?
Aiden took her arm and helped her to stand.
She released the grip she had behind her back and flexed her fingers. Even her hands were stiff. She held her ground for a moment, sizing up the apparatus from this new angle.
She twisted her neck in both directions. Every Dom in the room waited for her. Every sub knelt in some fashion at their Dom’s feet. Some even stared at her. Not her eyes; no one looked her in the eye. But they did lift their gazes enough to witness her demise.
“Come,” Dane said, motioning her forward with his hand. He whispered in her ear as they inched toward the bench. “You know you can use your safe word at any point, right? Red. If it gets too intense, use it. That’s what it’s for. But I bet Aiden and I can judge you well enough that you won’t need it. That’s our goal. If you have to use your safe word, then we have misjudged you completely.” He paused and lifted her chin to catch her gaze. “Trust us.” He lifted one eyebrow.
Stephanie nodded, and Dane urged her closer to the scene. She shuffled her feet forward, half-sure she would fall on her face before she arrived.
As she approached, she sucked in a huge breath. It was true she had been aroused by watching Melissa. It was also true she was intrigued. However, this was unexpected for her second morning as a submissive. Her head was swimming with concerns.
What if I hate it? Will they hurt me? What if I come? What if I don’t come? What if I’m humiliated beyond repair…?
Dane stroked a finger down her cheek and lifted her gaze to his. “You have to trust us, Steph. You know we would never do anything to hurt you, nor would we push you past what we think you can handle.”
Aiden kissed her cheek. “Since this is the first time we’re going to spank you, Darren is going to help guide us. It’s a learning experience for all three of us. We don’t want to take any chances with you.”
She held her breath. Darren is going to give instructions? Fuck.
“You ready?” Dane asked.
She nodded, though she had no idea why. Ever since the first swat on Melissa’s ass, Stephanie had been wet and horny. She had trouble reconciling with herself why this would make her aroused, but she decided to contemplate it later. For now, she wanted to feel what Melissa had experienced.
She ignored everyone around her and stepped to the bench. If she tuned out the spectators, she could concentrate on herself alone.
Dane lifted her around the waist until she knelt on the two lower levels. Her dress rose, exposing her pussy and her ass. She patted at it the second her knees hit the leather.
Aiden was on her in an instant. “Leave it. Lie forward.” He pointed to the bench as he tapped her hand.
She leaned her belly against the top, rolling her body down until her chest rested over the bench as Melissa’s had. The material of her bodice felt too tight around her breasts, but at least they were covered. Her nipples rubbed against the dress as she relaxed her upper body.
The air conditioning was set to keep the room very cool and a breeze blew across her ass, making her aware of her naked lower region. She concentrated on breathing. Her senses were overloaded with a mixture of fear of exposure and fear of being spanked. How was she supposed to tackle both of these fears at once?
Aiden didn’t travel around her body leisurely as Darren had done with Melissa. Instead he reached for her wrist and buckled her to the bench before she could protest. Her mouth hung open, but she held her tongue as he moved to the second wrist.
Tag teaming her, Dane pushed her dress up even higher and settled his hand on the small of her back, making her painfully aware that half her body was revealed to everyone. Could they all see her pussy? Or just her ass? She squeezed the top bench with her thighs, as if that would close them a little.
Dane stroked across her butt and down her leg until he reached her ankle. Copying Aiden, he buckled her legs in. Was it really necessary?
You have to admit you got wetter from that act alone. She was shocked to realize she wanted this so badly. Needed it like a drug. What the hell?
Again, she questioned her sanity.
The thought of giving her control over to Dane and Aiden sent a tight ball of need to her lower belly. She ground her clit against the leather as subtly as possible, but Dane stopped her with one hand. “I’ll do the touching. This isn’t a masturbation bench. It’s a spanking bench.”
Stephanie set her forehead on the cool surface in front of her, letting her hair fall down both sides of her face to curtain her head.
Aiden stepped closer to her side, gathered her curls and clasped them together at the base of her neck. “No hiding, love. Turn your face to this side so you can see everyone.”
Darren’s voice, closer to her body than she’d realized, rang out in her ear. “Stroke her ass first. Get her skin ready to receive your blows.”
Dane went first. He molded her butt, squeezed and released. In contrast, he then feathered his fingers over the sensitive skin. Under normal circumstances it would have been ticklish, but this situation was less than normal. Every nerve ending in her body was on high alert, waiting for Dane to swat her at any given moment.
“Good. You okay, Steph?” Darren asked.
“Yes, Sir.” Darren was going to engage her in conversation.
“If you need us to stop at any point, please say red. If you need us to slow down, say yellow. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir.” She gulped. Red. Yellow. She repeated the words in her head as though she might forget them. How much could she endure? Melissa hadn’t been injured that she could tell. Her butt had turned bright red before Darren was done, but she hadn’t needed to stop the scene.
Her cheeks heated when she realized Dane wasn’t the only one stroking her ass. Darren had to be touching her too. Oh God.
Darren spoke again. “Always caress her skin like this before and in between swats. She will need more time to recover the first few times you spank her.” Darren’s hand landed firmly on her ass, his fingers precariously close to her anus.
He continued, lifting his hand away, “You can either cup your hand, like this. Or flatten it and spread your fingers, like this.”
Dane’s palms still rubbed her butt and her thigh. Her brain swam from the timbre of the words of instruction. She could picture Darren holding up his own palm in demonstration. The suspense heightened her awareness, which infuriated her.
She needed more contact, now.
Dane rubbed his hands down her thighs until he held her knees. Was he trying to widen her stance? She couldn’t move, not in or out.
And then the first swat hit. She flinched.
“Like that,” Darren said.
Darren? He spanked her? Another man was spanking her. Not what she’d expected.
Another blow landed on her other cheek. It felt different.
“And this is open palmed,” Darren declared.
Dane released her knees and she readied herself for his swat.
When it landed, she jumped. It hurt, but not too bad. He was being cautious for this first attempt.
Her butt tingled where he’d spanked her. She could feel the exact location of his palm print.
Two more firm smacks. She felt the radiated tension in her pussy. It seemed as if her lower lips quivered under the impact. She bit her lip to stifle a groan. It embarrassed her to be so aroused so fast.
Aiden stroked her cheek, forcing her to look at him. “You’re doing good. Your ass is so pink.” He stepped away from her view. “My turn.”
Aiden took over like a professional. He learned all that from watching the other two?
He must have cupped his hand because the smacks were louder, like the first one from Darren. The impact was different than the flat-handed slaps. She lost track, concentrating on the feelings evoked inside her.
Wetness pooled between her
legs. She could feel the slippery sensation at her crotch. Her clit jostled against the leather. It poked out of its hood and slid against her moisture, amping up her arousal.
She tried to lift her ass to take the burden off her clit, but Dane set a hand on her back to prevent movement while Aiden continued the assault on her fanny.
He left no space unspanked. It burned. It stung. It felt so damn good. As though she were releasing pent-up anxiety with each firm slap.
And then her pussy took over. All she could think about was the need to come. She wished someone would touch her there. Please. She gritted her teeth and silently begged them to let her come.
She lost track of who did what and even forgot to notice the other voyeurs. Was Dane or Aiden in charge now? One of them stroked her inner thighs almost too softly to notice, while the other smoothed a hand over her butt, emphasizing the burn, spreading the warmth.
One swift spank landed in conjunction to fingers pressing into her pussy unexpectedly. She groaned so loud it echoed. Yes. Right there.
If they would just…
But the hand disappeared and she heaved for breath.
“What do you need, Steph?” Aiden asked. His voice was distinct. Deeper, more expressive.
I need to come… I need to release this-this…thing.
“Tell Aiden, baby. Talk to us, so that we’ll know what to give you.” Dane slapped her ass once again, right in the center between her cheeks.
She clenched them uncontrollably, wishing he would touch her rear hole. Anything, anywhere, but now. “Please. Touch me.” Her words sounded foreign to her ears. Garbled. Had they made sense?
“Here?” Dane asked, pinching one of her nipples through the material of her dress.
She arched her back and groaned. “No, inside me. Please.”
Dane fondled her nipple and then brushed one finger up her chest, over her chin and across her lips. He nudged them apart, disrupting the tight squeeze of her jaw. She opened instinctively and took his pointer into her mouth, sucking it deep.
“Inside you, here?”
She recognized the gesture finally and let the finger pop out. “No. Please, Sir. Let me come. T-touch my pussy.”
“Ah, so here?” One second Dane was whispering in her ear, the next he had plunged two fingers into her. She gripped them, her muscles having learned something after the one practice session yesterday with the Ben Wa balls. “She’s so wet, Aiden. I think she’s earned it. Don’t you?” His fingers twisted inside her until he scraped the tips over her G-spot.
Stephanie held her breath and concentrated on those fingers. When Dane’s thumb landed on her clit, she shattered. Her pussy gripped him over and over as the orgasm grew stronger.
With her eyes closed, she enjoyed the pulsing release inside her as though she’d never had an orgasm before today. The only thing missing was cock. She’d give almost anything to have one of them enter her, surprisingly even right here, right now, with people watching.
That’s how desperate she was for sex. She shivered as her body came down from its high. Desperate for sex? Since when are you this needy?
On the one hand, it felt invigorating always being on the edge of an orgasm, never knowing what was coming and when, at the mercy of these two men. However, on the other hand, it seemed natural. Maybe other people feel like this every day all day, thinking often about when and how and where they were going to get their next fix.
She rested her cheek on the leather, heaving for breath as both men rubbed her skin. They whispered words of praise, but she was inside her head.
I’m like a drug addict needing his next fix. Only what I crave are orgasms. My new normal is all about sex. Not with just anyone, but with Aiden and Dane, the bastards who are withholding the prize.
Was this all intentional? Let’s see if we can get this woman horny and keep her that way for weeks on end while we manipulate her into our submissive bidding.
Stephanie feared when she broke to their will, she would shatter.
“You okay, baby?” Dane had unbuckled her wrists and ankles without her noticing. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to a loveseat against the far wall. How had she not noticed that piece of furniture before?
No, I’m not okay. I’m losing myself…and I like it. And that frightens me even more.
“She’s shaking. Here, wrap this blanket around her.” Darren handed Dane a soft quilt as Stephanie peeked at him.
Her bare ass, still dripping with her own moisture, rested on Dane’s legs. Her dress had been shoved up high when she’d gotten on the bench and it seemed to be plastered to her stomach now. It didn’t fall back into place. The worst part about that was Stephanie cared less than she should. Others in the room could see the evidence of her humiliation. She’d let several men spank her and then begged them to make her come in front of an audience.
Caught in a dark place that sucked her in farther, she let herself go limp in Dane’s arms. Sleep was closing in. A welcome retreat from reality.
Chapter Ten
Dane settled Stephanie in the back of the sedan, lying down on the seat. Their little sub was still so tired she needed to sleep on the way home. He wasn’t surprised. That had been a huge step for her. She’d endured both the spanking and the public exposure.
And more importantly, she’d enjoyed it.
When Dane settled into the passenger seat next to Aiden, he took his partner’s hand and brought it to his lips. “I’m falling hard for her,” he mumbled.
“I know.” Aiden pulled his hand free, stroked Dane’s cheek and then started the engine.
Dane stared out the window as they pulled away from Steve’s house. He felt like the luckiest man alive. “What do you think her deal is with blindfolds?” he murmured.
“I can’t imagine, but we’re going to have to explore the problem further. It’s hard to correlate the ease with which she’s willing to try so many submissive things with her strange need to keep her vision unobscured. Do you think we should push the issue?”
“No.” Dane shook his head. “She’s missing out if she never explores the way a person’s senses are heightened when their sight is taken away, but let’s leave it alone for now. Maybe later she’ll be willing to share her reasoning with us.” Dane twisted around to find Stephanie still asleep. Their woman was wiped out.
“Oh shit. I forgot to tell you. There was a message on my phone earlier from Emergence. They wanted to know if we could come by the club one morning and meet a few people, especially the owner. I need to text them back and let them know when we’re coming,” Aiden said.
“I like that plan. We can get a lay of the land before we show up with Stephanie for the first time. When do you think we should attempt that adventure? You think she’ll be ready to go out in such a public place by this Friday?”
“I think so. It’s not as though we have to do any more than she’s capable of. It’s obvious when we’ve pushed her too far.” Aiden pulled into the parking garage.
“Based on what?” Dane asked with a chuckle. “She’s always been able to fall into whatever role we’ve led her toward.”
Aiden unbuckled his seatbelt as he finished parking. He turned toward Dane. “Well, mostly. She still really struggles with public exposure. I thought she was going to freak out this morning when we pulled that dress on her.”
“True.” Aiden had a point. “I think we’ll easily know though. There is a difference between horny Steph and freaked-out Steph. Once you held her gaze and talked her off the ledge she switched from freaked out to horny.”
Dane grinned. “And man how I loved the moment I saw the change in her gaze. She loved the spanking scene. I’ve never seen her that horny. Do you think she’d be up for flogging?”
“Probably. In any case, it’s not a bad idea to get some more instruction. I’ll see if Darren is free sometime to help refresh us. It’s been a while since we’ve flogged anyone and even then it was in a class setting.” Aiden reached for the door ha
ndle.
“Good idea.” They got out of the car and Dane opened the back door. “Hey, baby,” he whispered, as though they hadn’t been engaged in conversation the entire way home and he didn’t want to disturb her. Not that they’d been loud, but now she needed to wake up.
She purred, her face plastered against the leather seat.
Dane smoothed a hand up her bare leg and squeezed her thigh. That got her attention.
She opened one eye and smiled. “I fell asleep.”
“This is an indisputable fact, baby.”
She sat up slowly and gathered the sweater around her. She’d been using this morning’s sweater as a pillow when they’d left Steve’s, but it had wiggled free of her head at some point.
Aiden opened the other door. “Let’s go inside. Get some lunch.”
A very groggy Stephanie scooted across the seat on her bare ass and stepped down from the car with Dane’s hand on her arm.
He pulled her into his embrace and tipped her head up. “You did great this morning. I’m so proud of you.”
She blushed, a color red that was quickly becoming his favorite.
Taking her hand, Dane led her to the elevator. They met no one on the way up and he watched her exhale as they stepped out on the fifteenth floor. She really hated running into regular vanilla folks while in a submissive role.
That could be a no-deal for her. Enjoying the scene at a club or private residence filled with other D/s participants was one thing, exposing her new lifestyle to the old lady who lived on the fifth floor was another.
When they entered the apartment, Dane pointed at the floor in front of the sofa. “Kneel there, baby.” He kept walking, glancing back in his peripheral vision to see if she readily complied. Could she make a quick comeback after her nap? She might need more time to debrief.
She picked up the pace and resumed the role flawlessly.
As Dane headed to the kitchen area to make lunch, Aiden followed her. “Remember, no clothes in the house.” He sounded stern, but not as harsh as Dane knew he could get when in Dom mode.
Before Stephanie knelt on the plush rug, she paused and pulled her dress over her head. She fell back into a state of slight embarrassment, keeping her chin down and her gaze to the floor.
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