Their Sub, Their Mistress [Club Esoteria 10] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)
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When she did not answer right away, he started counting down again. “Five…four…three…”
This time her “yes” came out at the same moment he said “two.”
“Give me your thong,” Raven said, resting an arm over her shoulder and holding his hand out in front of her.
She began to tremble with the need that was filling her from nipples to clit to cunt and even to her heart. Bending over, she stripped off the satin thong. When she straightened, she wobbled once more before both men grabbed her arms to steady her. After regaining her balance, she balled up the wet material and set it in the center of his palm.
“And what do I call you?”
“How about we make it easy on you and keep your mouth busy with something other than talking,” Hawk said, stepping closer until his front brushed against hers, before he leaned down and kissed her.
Lace moaned and arched into him a little harder as what felt like a thick length of pipe pressed into her hip. A moment later, Raven pressed his erection into the valley between the globes of her ass.
Before she could react, a bell rang. The men stepped back, leaving her standing on knees that threatened to buckle at any second. Taking a deep breath, she stiffened them as each man took a hand and led her through the open doors into the elevator.
“What would you like to do first?” Raven turned her to face him. Hawk’s hands came up to cup her tits as he pulled her back to lean her weight against him.
“Come,” she answered, her need for release filling every corner of her brain.
Raven’s smile turned feral. “Oh, don’t worry, darlin’, you’ll come. And come. And come again before we’re done with you. But right now I want to feel that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock.”
Lace sighed and her eyes slid closed as Hawk uncovered her tits and took the stiff nipples between first fingers and thumbs. He plucked them, rolled them, and played with them in a way that sent her soaring so close to the edge of Nirvana she could nearly touch the orgasm that was bubbling inside her. Her hips began to cant forward and back as her need to come grew. Before she could launch over the edge, Hawk lifted his hands from her chest.
“On your knees, dragonfly. Suck Raven’s cock,” he said when she moaned a denial.
With his help, she knelt and was thankful there was deep, soft carpet on the elevator floor. She looked up into Raven’s eyes as she reached up and unbuckled his belt and then worked to open his jeans.
After they were open, she took hold of the fabric and pulled them down several inches, finding he wore nothing underneath them. The thought of making him a pair of black satin boxers flashed through her mind as his cock fell out and hit her nose. She giggled as she leaned back slightly and turned her attention to the engorged length. It was longer and thicker and more beautiful than any cock she had ever seen before. The bulbous head was a deep, deep red. The rest of his length was a burnished tan a shade or two lighter than his hands and face, with veins tracing up its length.
Looking up into his eyes, she slowly licked her lips. Then she extended her tongue and dragged it across the tip, tasting the pre-cum that dampened the head of his cock. He tasted tangy and salty with a musky flavor that seemed to fit his fiery personality. Parting her lips farther, she took the head into her mouth. She sucked gently as she swirled her tongue around the head, smiling as his hands gripped her shoulders and he made sounds of hunger and happiness.
Lace took him deeper and deeper, sucking and laving every inch she could fit in her mouth without choking. Wrapping the fingers of one hand around the base, she began to bob up and down on his length as her other hand came up and cupped his balls, earning a soft curse as his hips began to move back and forth, fucking her mouth.
The bell dinged and doors beside them slid open, but Lace did not care. She was busy giving pleasure to the man who had ripped away the cloak of fear and loneliness she had wrapped herself in just as easily as he had the velvet cloak she had worn when opening the front door of her house. Her stomach clenched for a second as they began to descend again.
She heard clothing rustling, but did not pay attention to what Hawk was doing as Raven began to massage her shoulders as he made noises from deep in his chest that told her he was about to come. In the next few seconds, his fingers tightened on her shoulders to the point she knew there would be bruises later. Then his hips jerked forward several times before he filled her mouth with his seed.
She had barely swallowed it down when Raven backed up, pulling from her mouth. At the same time, Hawk pushed her forward and lifted her hips, positioning her on all fours. In the next heartbeat, his long, thick cock parted the lips of her labia and slid forcefully into her cunt, filling her more completely than she ever had been before.
“Oh, shit,” she moaned as he wrapped his hands around her hips and kept her from moving. “So big.”
“You feel so damn good,” Hawk said, his voice deep and growly as he slowly began to move back and forth.
She heard the bell and the door open, but was too lost in what was happening to her body to worry about anyone seeing them. The door slid closed again, and she felt them beginning to rise.
“Fuck me, Hawk,” she begged as she began to rock, fucking herself on his length.
“My pleasure,” he growled before taking over and fucking her good.
By the time the doors opened at the top of their ride, she was close to peaking. She gasped and made all kinds of sounds she had never made before when making love. When Hawk reached around her hip and slid one roughened fingertip over her clit, she screamed as she came. Two thrusts later and Hawk pushed deeper than before and came as well.
“Oh, shit, condom,” she gasped.
“Don’t worry, little dragonfly, I had one on,” Hawk assured her as he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her so she leaned back against his body while they remained kneeling on the floor.
“Damn, that was fucking hot,” Raven said, sitting in the far corner of the elevator car. “Can’t wait ‘til later and it’s my turn.”
Lace did not know what to say to that, so she closed her eyes, rested against Hawk’s body and focused on breathing and trying to recover from what was the most daring sexual escapade of her life. They could have been caught at any moment, which made the encounter even hotter.
Once they all caught their breath, Raven helped her to her feet while Hawk stood and hit the button that opened the doors. Taking her hand, Raven led her out of the elevator while Hawk picked up two backpacks and her carryall that she had not noticed until now.
“Where are we going now?”
“To the guest apartment for a quick shower. Then we’ll get dressed for tonight’s festivities and go downstairs to see how many more changes Jenna’s made to our booths,” Hawk said as Raven unlocked one of the four doors of this lobby.
“And later, we’ll come back upstairs and I’m going to taste that sweet, sweet pussy while you suck Hawk off before I fuck you until you scream yourself hoarse,” Raven added with an expression that sent a shiver of anticipation through Lace.
Chapter 5
“So sweet thing, what’s your kink?”
Lace looked up from her sketchbook where she was working out an idea for something a Domme had requested a few minutes earlier. Across the table stood a man wearing jeans and a leather vest, which showed off his hairy chest and beer belly. His hair was thinning, and something in his eyes frightened her. But she had been nervous to the point of queasiness since Raven and Hawk refused to allow her to wear her denim dress that was long, loose, and covered her from chin to ankles. Instead, they called in Jenna while Lace was wrapped in a towel after their group shower. Ten minutes later, Jenna and Whitney tucked her into an emerald-green corset dress she had made Jenna for the club’s St. Patrick’s Day party last spring.
“Excuse me?” Lace asked, her mind taking a moment to come back from the creative place she went to when she designed.
“What’s your kink? What are you int
o? Whips? Bondage? What?” The man was already growing impatient and loud. “From the looks of those scars and bruises, I’d say whips and knife play. Maybe we could get together later and work a scene. I bet I can have you screaming in no time.”
Stunned by his words, Lace froze, suddenly scared to death. She had never had anyone come on to her like this and had no idea how to say no without pissing him off. He did not look like the sort who took refusal well. Looking around, she hoped to catch someone’s eye. But Jenna, Whitney, and the other Club Esoteria staff members she knew enough to speak with comfortably were nowhere to be seen.
“Sorry, Robert, but this little one is spoken for,” Raven said as he walked over from their display to hers.
He did not stop until he was standing beside Lace. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her tight to his side. She leaned in with an audible sigh.
“Really? I don’t see a collar on her.” Robert looked as if he was going to make a scene, which was the last thing Lace wanted.
“She may not be wearing a collar, but she’s spoken for all the same.” Hawk joined them, moving in to stand on her other side.
All at once, Lace felt the same safeness she felt in the elevator return. It was something she had not felt in the last two years, since the attack. Though these two men had only claimed her for the weekend, the fact that they would stand up and protect her from this caveman made her pussy clench and her heart begin to pound.
She watched Robert look from Hawk to Raven and then back to her with growing anger. “If she’s spoken for, you need to put a collar on her. Or a ring, or tattoo or brand, something that says she’s off-limits.”
He turned and stomped off, heading for the bar, which was the last place he needed to visit. Lace watched as Jackson, the bartender, talked to him for a few minutes before shaking his head, refusing to give him another drink. Robert then stormed out of the club’s main room.
“You know, even though he’s an asshole and too drunk to be in here tonight, he is right,” Raven said.
“Yeah, I know. So what do we do?” Hawk replied.
“You could put a training collar on her,” came a feminine response from across the table.
Lace was ready to crawl under the table and hide for the rest of the weekend, though that would be bad for business. It was bad enough that Jenna forced her into clothing that showed off the scars on her shoulders, upper back, and legs. Now they were talking about collaring her like a pet.
Looking across the table, she met Whitney’s grinning face. The little sub was wearing a barely there burnt-orange silk and lace teddy, yet another of her creations. She also wore a sign hanging around her neck declaring her outfit to be a Lace Santeen design. So, that was why all the pretty little subs and gentler Dommes had been flocking to her table. She had already sold more than a third of her inventory, and the evening had barely begun.
“You’re right, Whitney, thank you,” Raven said.
He returned to their table while Hawk remained standing beside and just behind her. It was as if they were afraid someone else would make a pass, or worse, before they rectified her current unclaimed situation.
Hawk did not say anything, just stood nearby watching as she dealt with a Domme who wanted to order a satin and lace pouch thong for the naked man who stood quietly on the other end of the leash she had hooked to the wide belt around her waist.
By the time Lace finished taking the young man’s measurements and making the notes she needed, Raven had returned. He carried in one hand a thin black length of braided leather.
“Lace, dragonfly, will you wear our collar for the weekend? It will protect you from others like Robert who think you are fair game for anyone looking for a sub to play with,” Hawk said.
Lace looked at Raven’s hands and took a breath. “What will this mean?”
“For now it means that anyone interested in buying your scanty panties will have to look elsewhere for their fun,” Raven explained as he ran the braid through his fingers. “If they ask who you belong to, send them to talk to us, and we’ll set them straight.”
“All right, that sounds acceptable,” Lace said.
She turned her back to Raven and reached back to lift her curly, curly auburn hair out of the way. After their shower, the men combed it and styled it then demanded she wear it down for the evening.
The leather felt warm as Raven buckled it into place. It was just tight enough to brush against her skin but not enough to interfere with her breathing. Once it was in place, Raven turned her around to face them.
Both men stared at the collar with serious expressions for a long moment before the corners of their mouths lifted and they smiled their approval.
“Looks good,” Raven said with a nod.
“Beautiful,” Hawk murmured. He reached out and traced his finger across her throat, touching both skin and leather.
“It’s not too tight is it?” Raven said as he ran a finger around the side of her neck to the buckle at the back.
“No, it’s fine. Thank you for asking,” Lace said, not sure now what to call these two men.
She had never worn a man’s collar before, never been a man’s submissive. Her husband had been as vanilla as a box of Nilla Wafers, and while she read stories of the BDSM lifestyle, she had never really given much thought to partaking of the lifestyle. Even after they divorced because he felt her reading was turning her into a slut she had not thought of acting on her dreams. Jenna had given her a lifetime membership after she had designed and made a wardrobe of clothes for Antony, her slave mate. Since then the Domme had had her replicate his Lace Santeen wardrobe for Gentry, her other slave mate.
The collar felt warm around her neck. The touch of the leather and the Woolphe brother’s fingers on her skin rekindled the tingle that shot through her body to settle most prominently in her nipples and her clit.
“Little subbie, you need to add Master Raven at the end of that statement unless you wish to find yourself strung up on that St. Andrew’s cross over there for some punishment,” Jenna added softly with a smart-ass grin as she stepped around the table.
“Yes, ma’am,” Lace said, turning away from the Domme to look at her two men.
“It feels fine, Master Raven. Thank you for asking,” she repeated.
Both men smiled and nodded. “Good girl,” Hawk said as Raven walked back to his table to deal with a gay couple clad in matching leathers. “If you have any other problems with customers, come get one of us and we’ll deal with them.”
“Yes, Master Hawk,” she responded softly just before Hawk pulled her into his chest and kissed her.
One arm wrapped around her waist to hold her body against his. His other hand slid between them and moved under her short skirt to stroke down the center front of her body. When he reached her mound, his fingers bent to cup her mound with his palm covering her clit.
Lace stiffened even further when his fingertips began to stroke over the damp thong that matched the borrowed dress.
“Relax, and enjoy,” he murmured against her lips.
When she tried to pull away, his fingers pressed harder, separating her pussy lips and stroking over her erect clit. Her need spiked, and she arched her body against his, needing to be closer.
In seconds, she was lost to everything except his lips against hers, his tongue dueling with hers and his fingers stroking up and down her centerline from the top of her slit to her open, dripping cunt. His fingers then pushed her panties out of the way, and a single work-roughened fingertip gently abraded the tender flesh between her lower lips.
She could not help the moan that escaped as he batted her knotted-up clit back and forth with one fingertip. She sucked his breath into her body when a long, thick digit then slid into her open, wet cunt and began to slide in and out with forceful strokes. Her hips began to move back and forth in response as she moaned into his mouth. The rest of the universe fell away as arousal wrapped around her, drawing tighter and tighter.
Lace would never be able to explain what happened next, but at his gentle order, something exploded just behind her clit and a flash of orange light filled her entire being. She cried out and pressed even closer to Hawk as her orgasm flashed through her in neon-bright pulsating waves.
“Damn, that felt good,” she whispered just before everything went black.
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Hawk caught her easily when Lace’s eyes rolled up in her head and she went limp in his arms. He ignored the applause from those who had witnessed the impromptu miniscene. He looked to Raven and caught his attention as he swung the unconscious woman into his arms. His brother nodded then waved for one of the wandering uncollared submissives who hurried over.
Hawk settled on the folding chair Lace had been using off and on all evening and cradled her in his lap. As her hip pressed against his cock, it throbbed with his own growing need for more of this talented, beautiful, and yet too-fragile woman.
As he held her and soothed her, administering loving aftercare, he began to plan how she could return the favor. He looked forward to helping her explore her submissive side as well as her interest in taking on two men at once. But that was for later tonight when it was him and her and Raven alone in a very big bed.
Chapter 6
When Lace opened her eyes, she felt completely lost for a few seconds. Then Hawk looked down at her and smiled. His deep-brown eyes glinted with both good humor and arousal unlike she had ever seen before. And it seemed to be directed at her.
“Back with us?” he asked as his hands continued moving over her body in slow, gentle strokes.
“What happened?” she asked, though not really sure she wanted to know.
“La petite mort,” he said then chuckled when her frown deepened. “The little death. You fainted due to an extreme arousal and orgasm.”