Their Sub, Their Mistress [Club Esoteria 10] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Cooper McKenzie

  “But no more hiding from the world or putting yourself down. If I hear another bad word about yourself come from your lips, I’m going to spank you so long and hard you won’t be able to sit down for a week,” Hawk said, smacking her left ass check hard enough to make her squeak in surprise.

  “Okay,” she said, “I’ll try.”

  “Now,” Raven said softly, leaning in until his lips were just an inch from her ear, “I want your mouth on my cock while Hawk fucks you.”

  Not knowing how to respond, Lace just nodded twice and grinned with anticipation.

  Chapter 10

  Hawk’s cock jerked in excitement at her agreement. Had she agreed too quickly, too easily? Had her realization that she was not the monster she thought she was unlocked her hidden temptress? Or was it just that they had driven her to the edge of orgasm and kept her there? Had they driven her too far?

  He hoped that when she woke in the morning she would not regret what they did tonight.

  Catching his brother’s eyes, Hawk used hand signals to tell his brother how this next scene would play out. Raven nodded his understanding and moved to stand in front of Lace. He would distract her for the few minutes it would take for Hawk to find the equipment they needed for the next part of this scene.

  Unlocking and opening the door to the balcony, he headed to the far end to where the storage room held whatever extra equipment a good Dom might want get creative with. Opening the door, he looked around the tables, chairs, benches, and other steel and wood furnishings he could not name before finding what he had in mind for the next stage of Lace’s healing.

  Rolling the table back to their room, he paused long enough to close and relock the door and allow his eyes to adjust. Once he could see through the darkness, he moved the table across the room to where Raven had unhooked Lace’s wrists from both the spreader bar and the chains. Her ankles remained separated by their bar, but she had her arms wrapped around Raven’s middle as they kissed with a passion hotter than anything he had ever seen before.

  Hawk wanted part of that.

  As he pressed in behind Lace, she pulled her lips from Raven’s and turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. Snuggling closer so they were skin to skin, he rested his chin on her shoulder and kissed her as his hands traveled up and down her sides, heating up her skin, which felt cool to his touch.

  He shifted his hips then canted them forward, pushing his cock in the cleft between the globes of her ass. His cock throbbed painfully with every beat of his heart. They needed to move this along before he embarrassed himself by coming right here and now.

  “Ready to move on?” he whispered against her lips.

  “Move where?” she asked softly, sounding dazed.

  Hawk pulled back and glanced at his brother, who was grinning like a fool. “Heaven, dragonfly. A special heaven made just for us.”

  Lace took a deep breath and gave a sighed, “Okay.”

  Hawk backed away then turned and pulled the table closer. Then he returned to stand behind her. Raven released her, and he pulled her back to rest her weight against him. While Raven rolled the table into position, locked the wheels, and adjusted the height to fit their woman, he played with her breasts and plucked at her erect nipples.

  When her hands came up to cover his, he took hold of her wrists. Bringing them behind her back, he clicked the cuffs together, restraining her once again. He grinned when the clips rattled as she tried to pull her hands apart. He looked into the mirror to check her expression and was pleased when she did not look upset or fearful, but frustrated with arousal.

  Raven then pushed the table so it was directly in front of her. Lifting the legs closest to Lace, he pushed it forward, then set it down so the spreader bar was trapped.

  “Okay, little one, time to lie down and suck on this,” Raven said wrapping one hand around his cock and stroking it slowly.

  “Mmmm,” Lace moaned, immediately bending forward.

  She squealed when her passion-heated skin came into contact with the ice-cold metal table, but she did not straighten. She surprised him when she wiggled her shoulders back and forth with another moan that had Hawk’s cock jerking in lusty response. Checking his brother’s reaction, he saw Raven was as turned on as he was.

  Quickly opening a condom and sheathing his cock, he watched as Raven moved in closer. Lace immediately lifted her head and took his cock in.

  From Raven’s hissed, “Shit, that’s glorious,” Hawk knew his brother would not be able to last long.

  But then neither would he. He had been dreaming of this moment for hours and could not wait any longer to be inside this woman who was quickly coming to claim both of their hearts.

  He moved into place behind her and, gritting his teeth, took hold of the base of his cock. He drew the head down her centerline from the top of her cleft, over the end of the plug filling her ass, and onto her wide-open cunt. Heat radiated over the head of his cock, and though he had thought to prolong this mating, his body had other ideas.

  As soon as his cock found entrance, his hips canted forward, thrusting his full length into her. His groan drowned out the sounds she made around Raven’s cock as her heat and wetness surrounded him. Her cunt was tight and grasping around him, and he could feel the plug filling her ass. His balls began to tingle, signaling that his orgasm was just a few heartbeats away unless he somehow calmed down a bit.

  He looked at his brother with eyes wide in near panic that he was about to lose control as he ground his teeth together and grabbed hold of the edge of the table tight enough that his knuckles turned white. He was determined to give her a moment to adjust to his thick cock, though it just might kill him.

  He held his breath as her cunt contracted and squeezed his cock even tighter. He was so close, too close. If he moved an inch, the top of his head might pop off. But if he did not, the rest of him might implode with the need to fuck her long, deep, and hard.

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  Frustration filled Lace as she wanted her hands but could not use them on Raven to ground herself. Then Hawk pushed his cock into her in the space between one racing heartbeat and the next. Once he buried his entire length inside her so deep she felt him pushing on her womb, he froze. She had been too aroused for too long and needed to come right now.

  Looking over her shoulder, she met Hawk’s dark eyes and amazed herself by growling, “Fuck. Me. Now.” Then she turned back and took Raven’s cock into her mouth as far as she could.

  The brothers both chuckled as they both began to move in and out of her with steady, powerful strokes that sent her closer and closer to the edge of her sanity. She could tell by the sounds they were making that they nearing their limits as well.

  At the same moment Raven roared and filled her mouth with his release, Hawk reached between her and the table and pinched her clit between thumb and forefinger. She screamed as her orgasm barreled over her. At the same time, his hips thrust erratically several times, pushing his cock as deep as it would go into her. The added heat almost burned her cunt as he came.

  Things went fuzzy for a few minutes as she floated on a rosy cloud of release. She barely heard a muttered, “Shit, damn thing broke,” just after Hawk pulled from her, but she was too relaxed to wonder what was wrong.

  When her mind finally cleared, all the cuffs were gone and she was wrapped tightly in a blanket and lying on the floor with a large, warm Woolphe man on either side, cuddling her between them. They stroked her body over the blanket as they crooned soft words more appropriate for that of a long-time lover than a woman they had met less than twenty-four hours ago.

  She relaxed under their care but frowned at her actions. She had always thought of herself as submissive woman. With these two, she was unusually bold and bossy, more dominant than she had ever been in her life. They did not seem to mind. In fact, they seemed to like when she got demanding even though they were clearly Doms through and through.

  What did this bode for their future together?
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  Opening her eyes, she took a deep breath and decided not to think about it. This was a weekend fling, not a lifetime commitment. Though they had helped her realize some things about herself, they were not in it for the long haul. And if she was honest with herself, she could not be either. She had hidden from herself and the world for two years. It was long past time to admit she needed help and to visit the therapist as her doctor had suggested upon discharging her from the hospital.

  “Dragonfly? You alive?” Hawk asked.

  Opening her eyes, she sleepily smiled up at the two men who leaned over her. “Uh-huh,” she answered on a sigh.

  “Oh, good. We were afraid we might have killed you,” Raven said as he brushed a few strands of hair from her cheek.

  “Nope, not dead. Just very, very relaxed.”

  “Well, do you think you can get unrelaxed enough to walk back downstairs to the elevator? I’m sure Antony’s ready to finish closing up, but can’t because we’re still here.”

  “Um, I don’t know if I can. My legs are numb,” Lace said as she began to test her muscles.

  “They won’t be as soon as we change out that plug,” Hawk said with an evilly sexy grin.

  “Change it out?”

  “Yes, ma’am. We’ll change it out, and then in the morning we’ll change it out again, and by tomorrow night you’ll hopefully be stretched out enough to take both of us at once,” Raven said as he opened the blanket and pulled her to lie over him. He pulled her knees up, spreading her as much as he could.

  She sucked her breath and fought the urge to pull away as Hawk pulled the small plug from her ass and, after smoothing more lube around and in her, slowly set the second, bigger plug.

  She was panting by the time he finished.

  “I still don’t think I’ll be able to walk,” she said when Hawk went into the bathroom and washed his hands and the first plug.

  “We’ll prop each other up then,” Raven said as he wrapped her back up.

  The two men rose and dressed quickly before pulling her to her feet. Raven followed while Hawk held her close to his side as they left the playroom. They did allow her to keep the blanket as they retraced their steps back to the club’s main floor. Raven left her dress on the bar before they made their way to the elevator and up to the guest apartment. As Hawk guided her inside, Raven crossed the lobby and knocked on Jenna’s apartment door.

  Once inside, Hawk led her straight to the bedroom and, after taking her blanket from her, tucked her into the middle of the king-size bed. The events of the day, both traumatic and otherwise, caught up with her and she was asleep before the covers settled over her.

  Chapter 11

  By early Sunday afternoon, Lace had sold everything she had brought with her. The only things left at her table were the custom-made outfits she had borrowed from Whitney and Jenna. Not sure what else to do, she flagged down one of the uncollared submissives who was volunteering as a gopher. The young man wore bicycle shorts and nothing else.

  “Could you please find Mistress Jenna or Master Taurus for me, please?”

  “Sure, no problem,” the young man said.

  Once he walked away, Lace cleaned up what was left on her table, piled the borrowed baskets together, and then packed all of her belongings into one of the suitcases. She kept her shoes and denim dress out so she would have something to wear over the mid-thigh-length emerald-green chemise which was all she wore except for the third butt plug Raven had slid into her that morning.

  She was just finishing buttoning the dress when Jenna appeared through the surprisingly heavy crowd. “Hey, Lace, what’s wrong? Why are you all packed up?”

  Lace smiled at her friend. “I sold everything. I was wondering if you could have someone give me a ride home now?”

  Jenna frowned at her, looking confused. “Hawk and Raven are busy with their seminar. Don’t you want to wait until they finish? Or have one of them drive you home?”

  Lace looked across the room where the brothers were giving a flogging demonstration on a slim young woman who was everything Lace had never been. Then she turned back and faced Jenna. “No, I just want to go home. I’m exhausted and have so many orders I’m going to be sewing for weeks just to fill them all.”

  “Well, okay, but I don’t think they’re going to like it.” Jenna looked over her shoulder toward the stage.

  “They don’t have to like it. They don’t belong to me,” Lace said, unbuckling the collar they had put there to protect her.

  As soon as she took it from her neck, she wanted to put it back. But it did not belong to her, and she refused to take something that meant nothing to them. They had been kind and had helped her heal from her past, but she did not want to hold them back from finding someone who could be everything they were looking for in a woman. Though they seemed attracted to her, she could not be sure if their attentions were genuine or just an overload of hormones from being in this place during this convention.

  “You’d better give that to me,” Jenna said, holding out her hand. “Is there anything you want me to tell them?”

  Lace looked around, trying to avoid the Domme’s all-seeing gaze. Finally, she swallowed hard and shook her head. “I don’t think so. Just tell them thanks for an amazing weekend.”

  Jenna nodded. “I’ll have Whitney meet you in the back lobby in about five minutes, okay?”

  Lace nodded with a sad smile. “Thank you, Mistress Jenna.”

  “No, sweetie, thank you for coming. If I hadn’t watched the transformation this weekend, I would never believe that you are the same woman who said she couldn’t come to the club just a few days ago,” Jenna said, giving Lace a hug before walking away.

  Ten minutes later Lace walked across the back parking lot with Whitney. “Do you think I could drive your car? I have my license, just haven’t driven in a while.”

  “Sure, if you want to,” Whitney said, handing over the keys without question.

  “Thanks.” Lace got behind the wheel and took a moment to familiarize herself with the car before putting the key in the ignition and starting the engine. “Do you mind if we go the long way around?”

  “Don’t you want to just go over the bridge? It would be a lot faster than going around the other way.”

  Lace smiled as she shook her head. “I’m not that brave yet,” she said.

  “Let me just go tell Mistress Jenna so she won’t worry,” Whitney said then opened her door and climbed out, nearly sprinting away before Lace could argue.

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  Raven followed his brother off the stage after their last-minute presentation about the care and feeding of leathers, whether it be in the form of pants and boots, or straps and cuffs. Looking across the room, he frowned. Lace’s display had disappeared. He scanned the room but did not see the little subbie who had stolen both his and his brother’s hearts with her growing confidence and demanding ways.

  He had loved watching her blossom like a flower as her self-esteem soared after realizing she was not the monster she had thought herself to be for the past couple of years. They would allow her such latitude for a little longer, but eventually they were going to have to take control and show her what true submission was like. He only hoped she could accept and become what they had dreamt off all their adult lives.

  Jenna was waiting at their table. She did not look happy. In fact she looked unusually ruffled. Which was strange as she was always so cool, collected, and in charge.

  Hawk reached her first. He looked at the empty spot where Lace’s table had been and then to the Domme. “Where is she?”

  “She left. She said there was no reason for her to stay since she had sold everything she brought with her. She gave me this to return to you,” Jenna said before handing over the collar he had wrapped around her neck just the afternoon before.

  Raven looked at his brother, who met his gaze with a shocked expression that matched the perilous feeling that clenched at his gut. “What do you want to do?” he asked.<
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  “I want to spank her until she admits that she belongs to us. Then I want to fuck her until she can’t run away again.”

  Raven could not help but smile at his brother’s words. “Sounds like a plan to me.”

  Turning to Jenna, he knew they wore matching determined expressions. She blinked and looked wary as she said, “Might I suggest you give her a bit of time? She went through hell two years ago and has never recovered.”

  Raven huffed a sigh of impatience. “We know all about it. She told us everything last night. What I’m having a hard time understanding is why she ran today? Do you think we pushed her too hard?”

  “I didn’t think so, but maybe,” Hawk said. “Whatever happened, we need to talk to her, tell her how we feel, and find out if she is even the littlest bit interested in us.”

  Jenna laughed. “So, the woman who said she had always thought herself the ultimate submissive is dominating you two? I love it.”

  Raven made a face at her teasing, but it was Hawk who replied, saying, “Are you going to love driving to little Washington for your specially tailored clothes? Because if I have my way she’ll be moving there with us as soon as we can get to her.”

  Raven nodded his agreement before growling, “Have someone watch our table. We’ve got a runaway sub to corral and tame.”

  The two brothers then stalked shoulder to shoulder to the back of the club, a wide path clearing before them as the crowd caught sight of their set, determined expressions.

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  By the time they reached the New Bern city limits, Lace felt comfortable behind the wheel of Whitney’s little car. She drove carefully and strictly kept to the speed limit, causing a number of cars to zoom around her once they were out on Highway 43, the two-lane highway that led northeast toward Greenville.

  She held her breath each time they crossed a bridge, but nothing untoward happened. These bridges were not nearly as scary to her as the two mile bridges that spanned the rivers that came together at New Bern. When they reached the intersection where Highway 43 joined Highway 17, she turned right and headed back toward New Bern, this time on the northern side of the Neuse River.