Brooke’s Special Agents [Men of Montana 11] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour)

by Eileen Green

  It surprised her that people had sex in this room. There was hardly any privacy. People would see them making love. She didn’t know if she could do that.

  As if sensing her apprehension, Frank slipped his hand into hers, giving her a squeeze of support. Bradley’s hand was warm on her lower back, reminding her that he was slightly behind her.

  “Remember, love, things only happen that you agree to.” Bradley’s words in her ears were reassuring, calming her again. She nodded her understanding.

  “Upstairs are the privacy rooms. Each one is a different theme, and there are windows to the hallway where people can become voyeurs if the party in the room wishes to let them. All it takes is closing the curtains if you wish for privacy.” Lyndee seemed to be in her element as she gave the trio the guided tour.

  Lyndee was dressed in a lavender corset and a lacy pair of boy shorts. Her lovely blond hair hung down her back, the tips kissing the top of her heart-shaped ass. She held herself with confidence, which gave Brooke some hope for herself in the club.

  The Circle G group stopped in front of a spanking bench. “Well, here’s what we’re going to do tonight,” Storm announced as he set his duffle bag on a chair that sat off to the side of the small area. “Do you have a space reserved?”

  Brooke looked up at both her men, waiting for their answer. There were things that needed to be discussed on what she might like, but she trusted them to treat her right.

  The club was scarce on people, most likely because it was a weeknight. Brooke knew she wouldn’t have to worry about too much of an audience. That eased her mind a tad.

  “We reserved one of the private rooms,” Bradley answered, his voice tight. “But if you and Lyndee don’t mind, we’d like to let Brooke watch. I think she needs to witness some of the scenes to better identify if she wants to try it.”

  “That’s fine with us,” Austin said as he undid the laces that crisscrossed down Lyndee’s corset. To Brooke, it seemed such a shame since it took a bit for both women to get the ribbons tight enough to give Lyndee more of an hourglass figure.

  Bradley moved away to retrieve a dove-colored wingback chair and brought it back to place behind Brooke. Knowing she was to sit, she did so.

  The tall muscular Native American man helped Lyndee lie on the padded leather upper length of the bench after he handed Trey her corset. Trey laid the fancy piece of lingerie on a short table next to Storm’s black leather bag.

  Austin continued to help Lyndee settle upon the spanking bench. Her calves rested on two padded rests that were attached toward the back end of the bench while her forearms rested on identical rests that were higher up. Once she was where Austin seemed to want her, Lyndee wiggled her derriere, moving her body down a few inches until her ass sat right above the end of the bench. If she wasn’t wearing her boy shorts, her pussy would have been in the right position for one of her men to fuck her.

  A thrill went through Brooke at the thought of being in the same position and having Frank or Bradley doing to her exactly that. She wasn’t attracted to Lyndee, or any other woman, but her body was reacting to the thought of being dominated. It frightened her, yet it also excited her.

  Beneath the black silky material she wore, Brooke could feel her breasts swell and her nipples turn to hardened points. She didn’t have to look down to see that they had visibly jutted the teddy outward.

  The thong she wore now had a wet spot in the crotch where her juices had dribbled from her pussy. She sent up a small prayer that she didn’t leave a wet spot on the nicely decorated chair when she got up to leave.

  Trey and Austin both ran their hands up and down Lyndee’s back, starting from her derriere and moving slowly until they reached her shoulders. When they massaged her a bit, they moved back down. Lyndee arched back into their touch, as if she were a cat reveling in their affection.

  Storm removed several implements from his long bag. He laid them out on the table on top of Lyndee’s discarded corset, inspecting each one as he set them down.

  A chill ran through Brooke at the sight of each item. One was a flat piece of leather in the shape of a triangle on one end of a leather-clad rod about two feet long, with a looped handle at the other end. Another had a leather handle and then multiple strands of leather hanging from its end, while another was a leather paddle with the word pain cut out of it.

  She watched as Storm picked up each item, flicked his wrist a couple of times to set the implement in motion, before setting them down again.

  The man looked gorgeous in his black leather pants, which were formed to hug his muscular legs. His torso was bare, showing off his magnificent near eight-pack abs, perfectly formed pecs, massive shoulders, and large biceps. If Brooke didn’t have her two men, she would be drooling over Storm.

  Trey and Austin also wore tight leather pants along with vests over their torsos. Their muscles were as defined as Storm’s, making Lyndee a very lucky woman. Brooke knew that the three men worked hard on their ranch and gained their muscles naturally while her own men worked out in a gym to get their bodies drool-worthy ready for Brooke.

  As if her men knew that she was watching the other three men, they both leaned down until their mouths were next to her ears. Frank spoke first.

  “Watch the eyes, honey.”

  When Bradley spoke, she knew she was in trouble. “We know you’re watching the men, love. You’re disrespecting us, and Lyndee.”

  “You’re in so much trouble,” Frank added, his voice a growly whisper.

  Brooke let the chill skitter up her spine as anticipation coursed through her. She knew that it didn’t really bother her men that she was watching the other men, yet the way they spoke to her promised her attention from them that would help initiate her further into the lifestyle.

  Passive was how she showed herself to them, hiding the small smile she felt tugged at her lips. Turning her attention to Lyndee, who seemed extremely relaxed, Brooke could see that Lyndee’s limbs sagged slightly while the top rail of the bench held her up. A dreamy look graced the blonde’s features, creating a near-angelic look on her face.

  Storm picked up the multi-stripped item, which Brooke would discover was called a flogger. Stepping next to Lyndee, he stood at her waist. He let the fronds rest on her shoulders briefly before dragging them down her back. Lyndee visibly shivered.

  Within an instant, Brooke knew that the foursome had slipped into their own world. The three men seemed to become bigger, more confident. Their attention was taken off Brooke, Frank, and Bradley and fully given to their woman.

  “You’ve been keeping secrets from us, darlin’,” Storm accused. “You know that isn’t allowed in our relationship.”

  “Trust. Honesty. Communication. Those are all detrimental to our relationship, Lyndee. You seem to have forgotten that.” Austin reminded Lyndee of the rules, which Brooke found educational for her also.

  This was the reason they were able to watch the scene laid out before them, and Brooke wasn’t going to waste it. Her focus was on all four people equally, letting Frank and Bradley seep into the background, even though her body was well aware of them.

  Another shiver ran through Lyndee’s body. Her serene face brightened into a small smile. “I’m sorry I had to be secretive, Sirs.”

  “Then why were you?” Storm asked while he continued to let the leather strips dance upon her rounded ass, which trembled at the touch.

  “I had to be certain before I approached you guys about it. I didn’t want to jinx the outcome.”

  Concern flashed over each man’s face. Austin knelt down next to her face. “Jinx what, baby? What’s going on?”

  A sigh emanated from Lyndee as she continued to smile. “The babies.”

  Storm’s hand that held the flogger stopped in midair while Trey moved quickly to kneel beside his cousin. Austin’s face broke into a smile as he grasped hold of Lyndee’s face with both hands.

  “Did you say babies, baby?” Austin asked in disbelief. “Really?�
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  Lyndee nodded, her smile seemingly brightening the area. Austin leaned in quickly and captured his mate’s mouth with his, giving her a soul-searing kiss.

  It was short-lived as Trey pushed his cousin out of the way and gave Lyndee a kiss also.

  Storm was still motionless as he continued to stare down at her. Brooke could tell he was in disbelief, but she couldn’t tell if he was happy or not.

  Once Trey was finished kissing Lyndee, he turned toward his brother, a questioning look on his face. He stood as he tapped Austin, who was still looking at Lyndee, on the shoulder as if trying to gain his attention. Austin stood also.

  Storm’s younger brother and cousin stared at him, the silence building awkwardly. Lyndee didn’t seem to notice as she lay on the spanking bench.

  Seconds rolled by, causing Brooke to feel self-conscious and awkward. They shouldn’t be here for something so private and special to the Goodalls and Lyndee, yet Frank and Bradley remained where they were. Brooke sat quietly.

  Suddenly, Storm released the flogger as he moved to where Lyndee’s head was lying, not caring where it landed. He dropped to his knees as he moved his hands to face. From where Brooke was sitting, she could see moisture in his eyes as a smile spread across his face.

  “Are you sure, darlin’?” he asked quietly. “Did you have tests done?”

  Lyndee nodded. “I had several tests done. Doc Anderson confirmed it.”

  “That’s wonderful!” Storm leaned in and captured her lips with his. He was gentle, the kiss expressing his love for the woman. When he pulled away, he peppered her lips several times. Then, as if he had been thinking hard, his expression changing to confusion, he exclaimed, “You said babies? Does that mean you are having more than one?”

  A giggle escaped Lyndee as she raised her hand up to his cheek. “Yes. They heard two tiny healthy heartbeats.”

  Elation emanated off all three men at the announcement. Storm smiled brightly. “Oh, sweetheart! That is the best news you could have given us! I can’t wait to see a little girl with blond hair running around the ranch!”

  “We need to get her off this bench,” Austin announced gleefully. “We can’t be flogging our woman anymore.”

  “Says who?” a new masculine voice asked off to the side of the scene area.

  Everyone’s attention turned toward the voice and discovered Doc Anderson standing behind the partition marking the area. He was wearing a pair of black jeans that were formfitting while a black T-shirt hugged his torso and arms.

  “What do you mean?” Storm asked as he stood. “We have to protect the babies!”

  Doc Anderson drew in a deep breath. “Lyndee is safe as are the babies as long as it’s not too stressful. A flogging, a paddling, even the whip that she enjoys will not harm the babies. Done correctly in the first trimester is fine. You just have to use good judgment. I’m sure when she’s in her last couple of months, she will not want to participate in the lifestyle as her discomfort will be great from the size of her belly, her breasts being tender, and just all out bitchy.”

  “Now, will someone flog me, please?” Lyndee asked from her perch on the bench. “I accept what punishment I deserve.”

  Her three men’s attention was drawn back to her with her words. Doc Anderson winked at Brooke before walking away to check out another scene at another station.

  Storm picked up the flogger that had fallen on Lyndee’s back and drew it down her lower back and buttocks. She shivered. He flicked his wrist back and then let it fall quickly so there was a snap to the implement before the strands snapped across Lyndee’s right shoulder.

  In a rhythm that mesmerized Brooke, Storm moved from right to left, flogging Lyndee’s shoulders. Brooke could see Lyndee’s body relax even further than it was before. A drugged look graced Lyndee’s face as she fell deeper into the subspace that Brooke had been told about.

  Brooke wanted to experience what Lyndee was enjoying.

  As Storm continued to flog Lyndee, he reminded her why she was being disciplined. “You kept secrets from us! You could have been forthcoming of the information so you didn’t have to shoulder the responsibility on your own! You lied to us about where you were going! In the future, you will be honest with us, no matter what!”

  As his words continued to flow, guilt began to wash over Brooke. She had lied to Frank about the piece of mail she had received earlier today. Both Frank and Bradley were very dominant, and she had to wonder what they would do to her if they ever found out.

  Would she be flogged like Lyndee, even though the woman was enjoying what was being done to her? Brooke didn’t know what she liked and disliked in the lifestyle, so trepidation skipped through her body about the many different ways she could be disciplined. Although, excitement and intrigue swept through her also.

  Nervousness had engulfed Frank while he and Bradley had waited for their woman. They had read her submissiveness correctly when they had seen first seen her photo in what felt like eons ago. Beauty radiated from the glossy picture while a shyness and uncertainty stared from her wide hazel eyes.

  When the door opened from the locker room, Brooke had seemed to glide toward them. The black silk of the teddy had moved gracefully with her movements, her breasts bouncing enticingly with each step she took. The black lace of her thong barely covered her naked mound, keeping other male eyes from seeing what was theirs.

  Frank had felt as if his heart had slammed against his rib cage, while his lungs cease breathing momentarily when he had first seen her appear. The woman was his and Bradley’s, and their hearts belonged to her. Seeing her in this setting was better than he had anticipated.

  Brooke had come to stand before Frank and Bradley, her head slightly bowed. Frank knew was most likely her shyness that caused it due to the Goodall brothers and their cousin standing next to them. Lyndee had gone straight into Austin’s open arms and then turned so she faced Brooke, Bradley, and Frank. Her iris-colored eyes had sparkled with excitement. This was how Frank hoped Brooke would be with them once she got used to the lifestyle.

  As they watched Lyndee receive her flogging for her punishment, and her pleasure, the spicy-sweet aroma of Brooke’s arousal had Frank sporting a hard-on he was certain every person in the club could see. He knew Lyndee’s arousal was playing havoc on her men also, but Frank knew Brooke’s scent quite well now. It sang to him and Bradley like a siren’s call, and no one else.

  Brooke seemed to be vibrating, an action he wasn’t sure she was aware of. He didn’t look down at her but could see it in his peripheral vision. He had to wonder what was going on in her head. However, he hoped she learned that there were consequences to her actions, including discipline. Did she know that she would be punished for her indiscretion with the letter she had received? All would be revealed soon, and he was looking forward to spanking her beautifully shaped ass.

  This would be their first foray into the actual BDSM lifestyle. Both he and Bradley knew they had to tread lightly so as not to frighten her, but to show her how wonderful it could be.

  Before him, the scene between his fellow FBI agent and her men was becoming more erotic as Lyndee’s moans were of ecstasy and not the punishment it had begun with. It was time to leave the foursome to their fun and begin some of their own.

  Glancing over at Bradley, Frank could tell he was thinking the same thing. With an all so subtle nod, the two men nonverbally agreed to take their own party upstairs to their previously reserved private room.

  Quietly, so as not to disturb the scene, Frank held his hand out to Brooke, who looked up at him, a dozen questions registering in her emerald green eyes. Frank cocked his head toward the stairs, hoping she understood what he wanted. She glanced one last time at Lyndee before taking the proffered hand and let Frank help her to her feet.

  As Frank escorted Brooke away from the scene area, Storm was the only man who acknowledged their departure with a slight smirk and a nod of his head.

  Bradley followed behind Frank and
Brooke, on that Frank could guarantee. He didn’t have to turn to know his friend was there, because both men had been anticipating this moment for what seemed like forever.

  There was a bit of hesitancy from Brooke as they moved along, as if she were dragging her feet. Frank was well aware that this was all new to her, and they wouldn’t do anything that would frighten or hurt her. Well, perhaps the butt plug would scare her a bit, but it was for training and punishment tonight. She would think twice about lying to them, or covering up a threat.

  Stopping in front of a door that held a plaque at eye level to Frank, which read Damsel in Distress Room, he turned to his woman and his friend. Brooke had halted only inches from him, and Bradley had his hands on both of her upper arms as if he had stopped her from walking into Frank. Her face still registered her trepidation.

  Frank took her hands in his as he closed the small gap between them. He had to put her at ease so they would all enjoy what was to happen on the other side of the door.

  “Brooke, we both love you and would never do anything to hurt you. I hope you know that.” Frank hesitated before continuing, his voice tight in his throat. With dark green eyes wide yet yearning, the woman before him nodded her understanding. “In this club, and when we are playing at home, it’s all consensual and safe. Communication is the most important attribute in this lifestyle. You are the one in control. We are just the ones who will draw out what you enjoy, and we’re here to please you.”

  Again, Brooke nodded. “I know.” Her voice was but a whisper. “I’m just nervous.”

  Bradley moved his hand across her shoulders so that he was hugging her from behind. The Brit nuzzled his face against her neck near her right ear and kissed a spot before saying, with a gravelly voice, “Just be honest about what you like and what you don’t. Just because something causes you discomfort at first, be open to seeing if it’s something that causes real pain, or if it’s something that you need time to adjust to.”

  “And,” Frank interjected, “you’ll have safe words you can use. Red is if you are in pain or really don’t like what we’re doing. Yellow, if it’s something you’re not sure of, or if you just need a moment to evaluate what’s being done. Green, of course, means everything is good.”