by Zoey Marcel
“Shut it, man. I sent her a letter.” Brighton nodded, seeming proud of himself. “Oh yeah. You guys didn’t know that, did you? Well, now you do. I sent her a letter, telling her to come home to all the McAlister men who want her. I signed my brother, David’s name, though. That way in case she rejects it, it’ll be addressed to him instead of me.”
Emmett smirked. “Clever.”
“If she does come back and you guys marry her, you should move into McKenna Downs and get away from that psycho judgmental town you guys live near,” Justin suggested.
Brighton grinned. “Nah, I figured I’d flaunt my hot little wife and have her walk around that prudish town with all her husbands. I love scandalizing people.”
Justin peeked over his shoulder. “Go look around and try to blend in before Shane sees you and throws you out.”
“Will do.” Brighton waved at Mellie as he turned to wander off. “It was good to meet you.”
“You, too.”
“There’s someone at the bar,” Emmett pointed out.
Justin glanced over. “Oops. I got to go. Have fun.”
“Thanks.”
Diego bent near her head. “Remember where you are, little submissive. You’re supposed to be quiet and ask us questions, not carry on with the members.”
“Sorry, Sir.”
“It’s all right.”
Emmett shook his head. “How the hell did Justin get hired as the bartender?”
Diego turned Mellie’s body and directed her toward one of the halls. “Your guess is as good as mine.”
“Why shouldn’t Justin be a bartender, Sir?” she asked.
Diego took a moment to collect his words. “Justin is…how shall I say it?”
“He’s an idiot,” Emmett stated bluntly.
“I was trying to be tactful,” Diego explained.
Emmett snorted. “What’s that?”
Mellie frowned. “Aw, he seems nice.”
“I didn’t mean it as an insult. The kid just doesn’t think before he speaks or acts. His whole life he’s been the town troublemaker. He’s good at making people laugh, though.”
“Maybe he just needs a hug,” she suggested.
Diego smirked. “Or a spanking.”
“Punk that he is, I like him,” Emmett decided. “I only wondered why Aiden hired him after what Justin did a while back.”
“What did he do?”
“He tagged Leather & Lace one night after Aiden pissed him off for some reason. It might have been a decent act of revenge if he hadn’t botched it up by spelling Aiden’s name wrong and forgetting a few letters.” Emmett looked like he wanted to laugh. “He spelled it A-Y-D-U-N. He meant to write ‘Aiden is a dick.’ Well, somehow he forgot the A and I and ended up writing ‘Aydun’s dick’ with an apostrophe. So much for revenge.”
Mellie laughed. “Oh my.”
“It didn’t take a rocket scientist for Aiden to figure out who the tagger was. Why he hired Justin after that I have no clue. My guess would be that Shane talked him into it so his little brother could have a job.”
“Or perhaps Aiden wishes to make Justin’s life a living hell now that he works for him,” Diego added.
Emmett snickered. “I wouldn’t be surprised. Here we are.”
Diego opened the door to one of the private rooms and let her inside. Emmett followed in after them and shut the door once he was in.
“Strip for us and then assume the present position,” Diego instructed.
“Put this harness on.” Emmett tossed her a black leather harness.
“Yes, Sir.”
Mellie shed her clothes while soaking in the ambiance of the private room. It was lush and decadent with its gold-and-ivory color scheme. The room resembled an elegant bedroom in a decorating book with a kinky twist, compliments of the BDSM furniture, bondage gear, the tools for pain, and adult toys.
When she was in the buff, she put on the harness that made her feel like a puppy they were about to walk. The cutouts emphasized her bare breasts nicely.
Next she assumed the kneeling position Diego wanted her to. She sat on her knees with her thighs spread and her eyes cast downward with her hands lying face up on top of her thighs. Unable to take the suspense, she peeked up a few times to watch her men readying the ropes. Apparently bondage was on the menu.
Emmett gave her a warm smile. “You resemble a curious puppy more than a submissive with your head tilted like that.”
She smiled back and bowed her head again when Diego cleared his throat.
When everything was ready Emmett had her get up on the padded table. It looked like a massage table. She lay on her back with her legs dangling off the edge as Diego indicated. Emmett stretched out her arms for her and then tied them together and down to the table.
Diego weaved thinner rope through loops in her harness and secured her down to the table further. When he and Emmett were done she couldn’t move her upper body. But they weren’t done. Her eyes widened when Diego lightly encouraged her legs toward her body.
“Straighten them. Toes pointed forward like you’re in a ballet.”
She made her legs as straight as she could and watched Diego position her thighs at a forty-five-degree angle from her body in the direction of her face.
“Use some of that rope to hold her knees in place with the harness,” Diego said.
Emmett pushed her legs closer together and then wound the rope around the backs of her knees and tied the ends to some of the holes in the harness. Her knees weren’t resting on her chest, thank the good Lord. Instead they remained in the place Diego had positioned them and were held steady in the air by the ropes attached to them and her harness.
“Actually if she was in a ballet she would have her toes scrunched over and be walking on them,” Emmett corrected his friend.
“And you know this how?” Diego teased.
Mellie grimaced when Diego tied her ankles with a rope suspended from a hook in the ceiling. She could not move at all.
“Are you going to gag me?” She tried not to sound petrified at the possibility.
“I wasn’t planning on it,” Emmett admitted.
“No,” Diego agreed, eying her with knowledge that gave her comfort and unsettled her at the same time. “This is making you uneasy. If I were to gag you right now you would have a panic attack.”
She tried to squirm to hide, but she couldn’t move and hiding was a joke and a half with the way she was nude and bound for them to eyeball her to their hearts’ content.
“What’s on your mind, beautiful?” Emmett inquired with a loving smile.
“Please don’t tickle me.”
Diego didn’t rebuke her lack of faith in them. His features eased into a bemused state. “Were you worried we’d been waiting for this moment since day one? That we’ve been scheming to tie you down like this just so we could tickle you?”
Emmett grinned.
Mellie let out an uneasy giggle. “I guess not. I trust you both. I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page.”
“No worries there,” Emmett reassured her. “You should probably remember our titles, though.”
Diego slapped her bare bottom. “Yes, you should. Emmett, you should consider adding some testosterone to your command.”
Emmett laughed. “Not going for the polite Dom, huh?”
“No.”
Melanie swallowed when she saw Diego grab the blinds rod he’d brought with him.
Emmett played with her hair. “You remember your safe word, gorgeous?”
“Vanilla, Sir.”
“Good. Use it if you have to. You won’t disappoint us.”
“Thank you, Sir. I doubt I’ll need to use it.”
Diego studied her seriously. “This is similar to how a cane feels, but much lighter. It will hurt and give you something of an idea, but you should find it tolerable.”
“Are canes something you use sometimes, Sir?”
He nodded once. “Sometimes. Greyson is
especially fond of them.”
Her guts twisted with anxiety, but the skip in her pulse and sudden bout of jitters felt more akin to eagerness.
“This will not be as painful as it would be if I were disciplining you,” Diego explained. “I will keep it brief and hold back with you on each strike. I want to see if this is something you can handle. If not, we won’t do it again.” He smiled slowly. “But something tells me you will enjoy it very much.”
She bit back a smile and felt her stomach clench when he looked at her like that.
The feel of the lightly ridged blinds rod sliding over her pulled-taut rump was a delicious foreshadowing of much nastier touches to come. When Diego pulled the instrument away she felt a spike of dread impale her mixed with a morbid kind of pleading for the inevitable. The first blow got her attention, light though it was. She got a few easy rounds that warmed her up before the gloves came off.
The first hard whack of the rod on her ass stole a muffled cry of shock from her. Heat ensued, followed by the sweet glide of his manly palm over her heated skin. Next came another hit on her other ass cheek. He avoided her thighs, praise the saints, but her butt suspected Diego had a different definition of holding back with her than she did. Those were man strikes being delivered to her exposed bottom, not “she’s a delicate flower, spare her” slaps.
She wasn’t sure why each noise of pain she smothered felt like a challenge to her. With every crack of the pole on her buttocks, she endeavored to stifle her sounds better until each bite of the rod was met with silence. Only her face distorting betrayed her pain.
The way Diego rubbed the fire into her battered flesh and soothed away the pain kept her in the scenario. It seemed to be a method of comfort and a way of keeping her there with them.
Emmett rolled her nipples in between groping her harnessed mounds and crooning praises to her while the pseudo-cane had words with her naked bottom.
It didn’t last long, but her butt seemed to scoff at her mind’s time estimation. The men rubbed her body down and praised her. She was beaming. It felt good to know that they were proud of her.
Diego untied her knees, but he left her ankles and the rest of her tied down. He eyed her hungrily from between her thighs that he parted. It was probably a tight squeeze with her ankles still bound to the suspended rope, but his head made out okay, and her slit worshiped his efforts.
He breathed a kiss on her shaved pussy and kissed a warm trail of reverence down the seam. A cool draft whispered against her parted folds just before moist heat supplanted it. She cried out softly and fought against the prudish ropes that endeavored to keep her legs closed to him. Oh no, they didn’t. Her lady bits wouldn’t have it.
She still couldn’t move worth a damn, but she melted into his gentle tonguing and imagined her clit extending like Pinocchio’s nose when he lied. God, if her clitoris only had that problem she’d be lying through her teeth to get it in Diego’s mouth.
His lips peppered kisses on her vulva. Each delicate kiss and tiny nibble seduced more moisture from her channel. He started to kiss lower around her perineum.
“Stop, Sir!”
Emmett twisted her nipple so hard she made a face.
Diego’s dark eyes warned her. “You are permitted a safe word if need be. I do not respond to ‘stop,’ and I don’t ever want to hear the word ‘no’ come from you.”
“Are you using your safe word?” Emmett asked, still putting the fear of God into her poor nipple.
“No, Sir. It’s just…no one has ever kissed me there before. Emmett did one time, but it was brief.”
“I thought not.” Diego watched her closely and proceeded to rub her perineum. “But you act like this lovely little taint is not mine to play with. If you can’t handle me kissing you there, how will you be able to survive me tonguing your little asshole? There will be times, my little Melanie, when I want to rim you and you will open to me. Is this a hard limit you failed to tell me about? Are you forcing me to punish you for lying to me?”
She gulped at the displeasure in his eyes and tone. “No, Sir. I…I’ve just never been so open before.”
“I know, but this is precisely the way we want you. Emmett, Hunter, and Jake are not into rimming, but Greyson and I are.”
Emmett smirked, taking his time to straighten his face when Diego glared at him.
“There will be times, little submissive, when Greyson or I will require you to bow in front of us and spread these soft ass cheeks so we can leer at your pretty asshole.” Diego teased circles around her anus with the pad of his finger, lips hitching arrogantly to the side when she whimpered. “We will lick your ass until you don’t even understand the pleas coming from your own mouth. Then when you’re so hot and bothered you can’t take it anymore, you’ll feel something wet and searing pushing into you slowly.”
Mellie watched him wet his finger and then she moaned when he speared his digit into her ass.
“We’ll fuck your tight little ass with our tongues and you won’t have any choice but to take it. You’ll come so hard knowing that no place on your body is off-limits to us.” Diego seasoned kisses on her labia and then strummed his wet tongue through her even wetter slit. “You’ll beg for us to stop and then beg for us to fuck our tongues into you deeper.”
A tattered outcry came from her when his tongue started to play with her clit in between talking. He lashed at it swiftly in all the right ways until she was close to exploding.
“You’ll come so hard for us,” he murmured in between the furious licking.
She whined, almost tearing up when he stopped lapping at her swollen clitoris. She’d been right there.
“Beg for my tongue on your ass,” Diego ordered.
Her cheeks burned. “Sir, I…I’m embarrassed.”
“You showered before we came here,” Emmett reminded her.
His toying with her breasts became even more provocative and intimate as if he was trying to entice her into doing Diego’s bidding.
“I won’t allow you to hold back with us, Melanie,” Diego said adamantly. He lapped at her pulsing clit some more, pulling away before she was able to come.
“Oh god! I was right there.”
“Beg me,” Diego growled.
She trembled in her binds when she saw his head lower and felt his tongue on her perineum. His hands groped her ass shamelessly as he laved her taint and made no apologies for it. The virile man taking what he wanted from her made her cream hard.
Emmett massaged her mound, smiling at her broken sob. His testing finger in her slit felt like a godsend and a curse.
“She’s wetter now.”
“Beg me, Melanie.” Diego’s tone got darker and more commanding, sending wild tremors of exhilaration through her. “Do not make me take what is mine.”
Her cunt leaked its submission and she whimpered when Emmett rolled her clit between his thumb and forefinger. His ministrations were confident and lazy like he knew he was hot and that she wasn’t going anywhere.
“Please,” she implored.
“It’s hard to tell whether you’re pleading for release or Diego’s tongue on your ass,” Emmett quipped like the sexy bastard he was.
Even she didn’t know what she was after. “Sir, I need…”
Diego divided her buttocks and started licking her ass crack.
A feral gasp of shock tore from her. “Oh god! Why doesn’t…that bother you?”
Diego made a dirty slurping noise and kissed each sore butt cheek. “It’s a part of you, dolce. I can’t be ashamed of something I love.”
Her eyes misted. He loved her. Diego loved her…or maybe just her body? Nah, that couldn’t be all. Her spirit soared that he felt something for her.
“Now, are you going to obey me, or am I going to have to take what’s mine and then punish you for disobedience?”
Emmett rubbed her clitoris faster, setting off sparks in the region.
“Please, lick me.”
“I intend to do more t
han that,” Diego promised her in a dark murmur.
His head went lower and she felt molten dampness bathing her anus in hot, sinful glory. Emmett got her off and she came hard, gasping and panting at the wicked lash of wet heat on her asshole while she climaxed. A sharp cry fled from her when Diego started pushing his tongue into her. She felt the determined muscle, slippery and hot stuffing itself into her anus and tearing down her barriers.
Emmett made a V with his fingers and stroked her swollen button on each side. The smooth rasp of his broad, callused fingers dipping and retreating into her folds as he fondled her soft clit made her feel tingly and open to him.
Diego wedged his tongue into her sphincter and wiggled it around, grunting savagely like he was determined to conquer her there. Her complete openness to them made her feel helpless and surprisingly safe. The vulnerability they inflicted her with ensured that she must trust them and accept the security they offered as they pushed her boundaries and proved to her again and again that she was theirs.
Mellie choked on a gasp when a soft orgasm rolled through her. Her vagina fluttered gently, emitting wetness she couldn’t hide. Her mangled screams filled the room when her asshole started clutching Diego’s tongue. She felt the slick muscle give slightly as the spongy instrument singed her convulsing ass walls with hot saliva.
He groaned as if he reveled in the overzealous hug of her ass on his tongue. He thrust his tongue into her violently and licked all inside her anal ring as if branding it as his. His nails dug into her sore flesh as he gripped her buttocks and held them open.
The need to flee the tongue in her asshole had been an automatic reflex, but the knowledge that the ropes and her men made escape impossible was a dizzying bliss. She had to take it because they wanted her to. She’d made the choice to hand her choices over to them and now she had none. The humbling knowledge was sublime. True, it was only for bedroom scenes, but she savored the powerless sense of subjugation to their depraved wills.
What was twenty-four-seven submission like? Would it feel like this divine sense of being owned the way she did now, only all the time? Could she even handle being horny over her own helplessness nonstop?
The probing questions made her come harder.
