“Craig, I want you to help me with Jenn.”
Craig lowered his arm from his face and stretched his neck to glance at Aiden. His expression was less tense, a little resigned to the fact he was going to wear an aching hard-on for a while longer.
“She needs punishment. We’re going to give it to her. She needs dominating, restraint. Don’t show her any gentleness. Strap her to the bench.”
Jenn remained still except for a little, fidgeting squirm. Likely she’d gushed at the word punishment.
Aiden almost smiled, but then she’d know she’d pleased him. He didn’t mind that she defied him and teased him to the point where he had to be a little heavy-handed. Brattiness was just one of her many charms.
While he gave her everything she’d earned, he’d watch Craig and find out if the other man really was the one who might complete them.
Chapter Four
Jenn could hardly stand it. The moment had arrived. Aiden’s voice was crisp, carefully neutral, which meant he was in his zone. Something that thrilled her to her toes. She’d never experienced a Dom like him before. So powerful and controlled. So determined to earn her full, unhesitating submission.
Mondo was the closest to Aiden she’d found, but she hadn’t formed any unbreakable bond with him. He’d been careful to keep their relationship friendly, teasing her, using her, but never allowing her too close. The handsome Latin had drawn her glance and every other hetero woman’s interest from the first time he’d stridden confidently into La Forge. It was hard to look away, because he was so dangerously beautiful with his naturally dark complexion, lean body, crow’s-wing black hair and sultry eyes.
Aiden’s arrival had been less noteworthy. Under the radar. But he wasn’t flashy like Mondo. Built like a bodybuilder, the sexy fireman wasn’t nearly as good-looking. His features were too strong. His jaw was wide, hard-edged. The slightly overlarge nose, with the bump in the center where it had been broken, made him more of a man’s man than someone a woman automatically branded as handsome. His gaze was too direct and watchful—intimidating to a woman who might want nothing more than a casual fling.
And Aiden wasn’t here simply to play. His needs were much more intense. Scary for someone not committed to the lifestyle.
She’d sensed the intensity the first time she’d offered to sub for him. He’d hesitated, his hard glance roaming her body, his eyes betraying suspicion. He’d wanted to be the one to control every meeting, every play. He’d read her in an instant.
But Jenn had been the manager at La Forge for three years, and her job was rather like a cruise director’s job, matching people together, finding the right partners, watching to ensure everyone played nice. She’d never seen anyone who was strong enough, substantive enough to play with Aiden—other than herself.
When he’d agreed, and they’d at last found the privacy to play, she’d been disappointed. Not that he wasn’t very, very good and hadn’t gotten her off in record time, but because he’d held so much back.
She’d intuited the reason very quickly. Aiden hadn’t the heart to hurt a woman. Even if she wanted it. And Jenn wanted it badly.
She’d known from a very early age that she had a high tolerance for pain. When she’d crashed her bike and broken her arm as a child, she’d cried—not howled or moaned.
The first time she realized that certain kinds of pain could actually get her off, she’d been with a boy who had more enthusiasm than skill. He’d smacked her bottom, bent her over and reamed her pussy, ending much too quickly, but the smack had been reward enough, and she’d been determined she’d get more.
There was something about the sound of it, the breathless fear of what was to come, that made her body hot. When she’d found a place, another club like La Forge, she’d felt as though she’d found heaven, and she’d dived headlong into the scene, learning the joys of a precise beating, the gushworthy pleasure of clothes pegs tightening her nipples.
Over time, she’d refined her interests, learning to love hot wax and fire play. When her nipples and clit were abused, rosy and swollen, her orgasms went through the roof. For a while, the physical pleasure had been enough.
Accepting the position of manager at La Forge had afforded her the luxury of picking and choosing her Doms. She’d played switch, taking instruction to learn how to deliver a lash so that she could understand better the psychology of the person who wanted to dominate. She’d wanted to know so that she could recognize the perfect partner when she found him.
Mondo had further refined her skills and desires, but his tender brand of aftercare left her with a deep-down desire to belong to someone. To have one person who knew her inside and out, who would cherish her and treat her gently in the in-between times.
Aiden was it for her. One look at his large, brawny body and sharp-edged jaw, and she’d been wet. Around him, she felt feminine, beautiful…small.
She’d moved in to his apartment just a month ago, and had hoped they’d learn to relax after they got adjusted to being in each other’s space. That he’d see how ready she was to take the next steps toward a more meaningful relationship. But Aiden still held himself apart from her.
Almost desperate to figure out a way to breach his hard shell, she’d looked outside herself. To the other members of the club, trying to find someone who would strike a spark.
She’d liked Craig from the start. Liked his lazy charm, his sexy smile. That he also loved pain got her thinking. On a whim, she’d invited Aiden to watch last night’s scene.
The instant hardening of his body as he’d watched Craig’s performance had solidified her determination to make this work.
Just now, listening to the men’s interaction, watching from the corner of her eye as Aiden lubed Craig, using his Dom prowess to challenge the other man into willing submission, she’d known theirs could be a very special bond. She only hoped there’d be room left for her once they navigated the sex and learned to trust each other with their hearts.
Craig crossed to her and then held out his hand, palm up. Without a word, she placed hers inside and let him help her stand. He wrapped his fingers around hers, warming them as he pulled her around the back of the spanking bench.
“Get into position,” he said, his voice a sensual rumble.
Jenn knelt on a padded bench and lowered her torso over the molded platform that ended just beneath her breasts. She stayed silent, hanging her head as Craig leaned down to wrap Velcro bonds around one wrist, then walked around to do the same to the other wrist. She pulled at the bonds, just a slight show of insurrection, but one she knew Aiden’s keen glance wouldn’t miss.
When Craig came behind her, she drew a deep breath as he nudged her knees wider apart, exposing her feminine parts and opening the halves of her bottom.
“So pretty,” he murmured. “I’ve always liked your pussy.” He trailed a finger along one side of her outer labia. “Always moist. Lickable.”
The sound of him popping his finger into his mouth and sucking made her smile. Already he was teasing her. She could imagine the small, masculine smile he wore. It had to be driving Aiden crazy.
The sounds of booted heels striding toward the cabinet quickened her heartbeats. Aiden would select the first implement. What would it be?
“Warm her ass.”
Her eyelids dipped, endorphins already kicking in. Just the promise of a luscious beating was all it took to get her there.
A broad palm rubbed one buttock then drew away. The sound of air passing through the flanges of a flogger clued her the moment before the soft suede strands landed on her cheek. Not that she was disappointed they’d started with a gentle spanking. The ramping up toward something harsher was a seduction all by itself.
The strands struck then drew slowly off her skin—a spank and a caress in one movement. The strokes grew longer, more rhythmic. She imagined Craig standing behind her, his arm moving in a side-to-side motion, shifting his feet rather than interrupting the strokes to deliver slaps to dif
ferent parts of her bottom and thighs.
For several long minutes, Craig continued, warming her skin, lulling her into a relaxed, hypnotic state. She rubbed her belly on the platform, lifted her bottom and gave a happy moan. This was bliss. But only the beginning. She could be patient, knowing more was to come.
At last the gentle, swishing strokes ended. Craig roamed his hand over her bottom. “Such a pretty pink.”
“But flogging’s not a punishment. Not for her.”
Aiden’s neutral tone sent a thrill through her body. A trickle of excitement oozed down the inside of her right thigh, where a fingertip skimmed it, sucked it.
“She’s a beautiful woman,” Craig said softly.
“She’s mine.”
She wondered at the exchange and what their expressions would have revealed.
Aiden’s heavier tread approached her from behind. Fingers parted her folds and thrust inside to give a swirl. “Warm, but a long way from being ready.”
The words, so clinical and dry, and their terse delivery annoyed her this time. She arched her neck to look behind her and found Aiden staring right back.
“Is there something you wanted to say, little sub?”
She shook her head but gave him a slight glare.
One corner of his mouth edged upward. He reached behind him, drawing something from his back pocket. The tube of lubricant.
She jerked her head forward again, her thighs and pussy tensing.
When cool gel was rubbed around her asshole, she couldn’t help but betray her excitement with a shiver. When his thick digit pushed gently inside, she resisted, purposely tightening around him because she knew he’d take it as disrespectful.
The finger dug more deeply, twisting, smoothing lube around her entrance, the tunneling digit touching the wall separating it from her feminine channel. The nerves there shot darts of electric pulses. And her pussy clasped, making a nasty, wet sound.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Aiden murmured. “Me taking your tight little hole while Craig watches. But this isn’t about giving you pleasure, sweetness.”
Jenn groaned and lowered her head. He worked her with his finger, easing her into compliance. Then he pulled free and something else pushed against her entrance. Something without give…and cold. A plug.
The deeper it came, the more she had to concentrate to keep from clamping around it. From the tip, the circumference widened more and more. God, he hadn’t chosen something small. Her breaths grew ragged and noisy, but the moment the widest part passed her sphincter and the plug abruptly narrowed, she breathed deeply, relieved.
A hard palm smoothed over her bottom. Aiden’s. “Now use this.”
So deeply aroused her mind was getting sluggish, she couldn’t concentrate on the sounds. Didn’t know what they were doing. Couldn’t anticipate.
A dull thud rocked her bottom. A paddle. “Yes!” she blurted, then bit her lip to keep from giving the Dom more evidence she loved his choice. He might decide it wasn’t punishment. Although the steady trickle of fluid from her body was proof enough, they had a game to play right now.
Smack. Smack. The strokes were delivered again at even intervals, but so quickly she couldn’t prepare her mind. Her body jolted, her breasts jiggled, the tips tightening—she wanted to beg for a clamp or a clothespin.
When her bottom was hot, the smacks landed on her thighs. She widened her stance as far as she could, hoping a blow would land on her pussy, but Craig was careful, teasing her with slaps that drew nearer and nearer but never touched her swollen lips.
Black leather entered her vision. Aiden crouched in front of her. Another blow made her wince, and he studied her face. She fought to keep pleasure from slackening her jaw.
“Count,” he said, his tone even.
“One. Two. Three.” Her voice was strained and high. The strikes grew harder, sharper. She drew a hissing breath between her clenched jaws, her gaze now pleading. Please, please, she begged silently between counts. The punishment had gone on too long. She was too aroused. Ready to scream.
“Twelve, thirteen…”
Aiden leaned to the side, dug a hand into his pocket and pulled out clamps with wire loops at the ends, which he fastened to her spiked nipples. He tightened the clamps, gauging her acceptance of the fierceness of their pinch by the soft catch of her breath.
Then he dug in his pocket again and drew out two weights—iron fishing weights, which he hooked to the loops. The weights stretched her nipples toward the floor, delivering a delicious, biting pain.
“Twenty-two, twenty-three…”
He stood and walked out of sight. Craig’s strokes ended.
In the quiet, she sagged against the bench, shattered, breathing hard. Skin hot and stinging. Her pussy clenched and opened, over and over. Liquid cooled on her thighs.
Then Craig came around in front of her. He gently cupped her chin, lifting her face. With his free hand, he gave himself a stroke, gave her a pointed look, and she opened her mouth, knowing exactly what Aiden wanted.
Craig crowded his big cock into her mouth.
She was a little dry from all the rasping breaths, so she swallowed before licking his head, curling her tongue to tease around the curve of the corona. When he plunged deeper, she rubbed her tongue along the sides of his shaft. She relaxed, breathing deeply, loving the fullness. Jenn loved to give head. Loved satin-smooth skin surrounding a hard-as-steel shaft. Loved the musky scents and tastes. There was something soothing, almost drugging, about the repetitive motions and the ache building in her jaws. She especially loved the power of the act. Submitting to take a man this way inevitably left him so aroused he became vulnerable, ensnared in the sensations she delivered.
The moment Craig butted against the back of her throat, she moaned and swallowed, giving him a caress. With his spicy scent filling her nose, she opened her jaw and her throat to let him glide a little deeper, breathing noisily through her nostrils.
He held her head, threaded his fingers into her hair and began to pull. The gentle tugs were just enough to add a little edge, and she moaned again to let him know she loved it.
But she became distracted when a flat palm rubbed her rump. She’d forgotten about Aiden. Lord, it was about to get better. Harsher. She’d known that sharing her with Craig would test the limits of Aiden’s control.
A blow landed right between her legs. Cupped fingers by the sound and dull sensation. More air than flesh connecting.
She wet his hand.
The next snap was harder, made a nastier sound. Her pussy swelled, aching. The next clench of her inner muscles tightened around the plug, and again, it was too much.
With two orifices filled, her mind exploded with the overwhelming sensations. Her hands fought her bonds, her body slammed in shallow jerks against the bench. Fuck, she needed to come. Was close, so fucking close.
Then Craig pulled free. Aiden’s blows stopped. Jenn lay quivering, a mewling, sobbing mess, and hung her head. Her orgasm arrested on the cliff’s edge, Aiden’s punishment was now complete.
“Bastard!”
Chapter Five
At the sound of her feminine distress, Aiden sighed, pleased with her. Surprised, too, with how well he and Craig had worked her, together.
Every bit of pride was dashed. Her body trembled uncontrollably. Right this moment, she was beaten. Remorseful for her earlier maneuvering. A sorry now wouldn’t be remiss, but he didn’t expect it. She could barely think, she was so over-stimulated and disappointed.
Now was the time to bring her back. She wouldn’t be looking for any heavy-duty pain, just release. He could be with her the way he needed, the way that didn’t scare him. And Craig would add an extra bonus to let her know that her Dom cared enough about her upset to make it up to her in a grander way.
“Roll the bed from the corner, Craig,” he murmured to the other man, softly enough she couldn’t hear over her harsh, sobbing breaths.
Craig gave a nod. His face was flushed
. His body gleaming with sweat.
Aiden had yet to use him as anything other than a helper, but he supposed it was time to reward Craig for doing everything he’d asked while managing to remain suitably dominant during his interactions with Jenn. Craig appeared to naturally glide toward dominance with a woman.
While Craig rolled the bed to the center of the room, Aiden circled the bench and knelt. He unclipped the clamps and set them aside, then unstrapped Jenn’s arms and ankles. She didn’t move. Her face was pressed into the leather upholstery. Tears smeared her cheeks.
Aiden raised a hand and cupped her head, giving her hair a caress. “Are you all right?” he asked, but he knew he hadn’t pressed too far. He waited to see whether she’d lie and berate him or snuffle some more.
She surprised him by sniffing then wiping the tears from her cheeks before turning her head to meet his gaze. “I’m sorry.”
“Do you know what you’re apologizing for?”
“For trying to top you.”
He leaned close to press his forehead against hers. “I’m not angry with you. I expect it.”
Her lips curved, slightly. “And I expect punishment.” Her wet, starred lashes fanned downward.
He kissed her temple. “You’re always free to call a halt.”
“I wouldn’t. Ever,” she said breathlessly.
So she always said. She insisted on there being no safe word between them. “Just so you know you can,” he said, speaking slowly to make sure she understood.
She gave a little nod, more of kitten’s caress that rubbed against his hand. Cute. Lord, she was beautiful. Perfect for him. Why hadn’t he fallen in love with her? His chest filled. Grew tight.
He pushed up and walked behind her. He gripped the edges of the plug and slowly pulled it free. Then he opened a drawer in the bench and pulled out a packet of wet wipes. Once he’d cleaned her, he walked to the sink and washed the plug thoroughly, drying his hands on a towel before drawing deep breaths to steady himself.
He turned and faced the two who awaited his next command. She remained lying on the bench, her fingers beside her face. Her skin flushed and gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat.
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