by Diane Leyne
But Mac wouldn’t listen. He cajoled, he wheedled, he threatened, and eventually he begged. Finally Sean just shrugged.
“Do what you want. But it’s on your head if she freaked by the sudden change after only a couple of nights.”
He reached out as Sean turned to walk away, clasping his shoulder. “Trust me.”
* * * *
Mac found himself grinning as he went and got her suitcases from the storage room and placed them in her closet.
He was feeling better about things now. Just maybe it was all going to work out and there was a chance to get her back. And he knew she’d appreciate the return of her clothes. He’d announce that she was allowed to wear clothes until they were in the playroom or the big bedroom. Or they decided to fuck her in another room.
He’d miss looking at her naked body all the time, but she was their sub, not their slave. And, besides, he and Sean couldn’t take the whole month off work. Another day or two, then they could work from home for another day or two, but then they’d really have to go into the office for a few days. They’d try not to go in on the same days, but sometimes that couldn’t be helped.
He’d discuss it with Sean later, but he thought they should even leave her the keys to one of the cars so she could explore when they weren’t around to show how much they trusted her.
Chapter Eleven
Michelle stretched under the covers. Her body felt pleasantly sore. Slowly the memories came flooding back to her. The day in town. The picnic. Having both her men fill her at the same time. She’d never been so sexually satisfied or so exhausted in her whole life. She didn’t even remember the trip home or one of them carrying her upstairs and putting her to bed.
Maybe she was finally making inroads? They’d both been so amazing and attentive to her needs. She was a little sore, but it had been totally worth it. Mac had seemed happy, and Sean’s smile had been genuine, not the forced one he sometimes wore because he felt he should be the “happy one” to counterpoint Mac’s sometimes dour countenance.
She stretched again. Maybe a nice warm relaxing bath would be a good idea. She glanced at the clock. 3:00 p.m. There was a note by the clock.
Dinner at seven.
She should have plenty of time before dinner. She took her time and then wrapped herself in a big fluffy towel and walked back into the bedroom. For the first time, she noticed that the closet door was open. She went to close it and realized that her suitcases were there. They weren’t before. Before, the closet doors had been fully closed. With the suitcases, it was impossible to close them the whole way.
Was this some kind of hint? Were they tired of her already? Were they sending her home? She stomped over to the computer and sat down, staring at the blank screen, feeling the tears seeping out. Angrily she dashed them away. So much for them forgiving her. If they didn’t want her, then she didn’t want them either. She turned on the computer and pulled up the job listings for Seattle. Maybe she’d show them. She’d get a job in the city and they’d have to see her. Maybe she’d even join that precious club of theirs and find herself a Dom who would appreciate her.
She checked her e-mail. There were a dozen notes from her sister desperate to apologize and to make sure Michelle was okay.
All worked out in the end, Serena. Although you and I are going to have a long chat when I get home. Next time you need money, talk to me first. Love you and love to Gran and Gramps. Michelle
She checked her Facebook and replied to a few posts.
Then she had a thought. She sent a note to her former boss. He replied right away, and they set up a chat session. He profusely apologized for the deception and confirmed that her job was waiting for her if she turned down Whelan’s offer.
She chuckled to herself. He really had no idea just what kind of “offer” Mac had made her.
She thought for a second and then asked if she would work in another one of their offices. She’d show them. She’d settle in Seattle and maybe even join their stupid club where they’d have to watch her with other men. Or, a little voice in her head added, maybe she was being hasty and with a little time and space, they could learn to trust her again? Either way, she needed to be in the same city they were in, even if it was just to see them from a distance and eat her heart out over what might have been.
Sure. Which one did you have in mind?
Seattle.
Hm. Largish office. Let me take a look at the latest hiring memo. They are expanding since we now have the Whelan Corp contract and need three lawyers of your experience level. If that’s what you want, one of those positions is yours.
Great. If you can send me the contact information of the hiring manager, I’ll arrange to meet with them. I’m not 100% of my start date. Certainly no longer than a month from now.
I’ll get the paperwork started, Michelle. And welcome back to the firm.
She logged off the chat. She looked back at the suitcases. Two can play at that game.
She opened a browser window and searched on apartments in Seattle. She couldn’t believe the pricing. They seemed so cheap compared to home. She clicked on the link for New York apartments and laughed at the price difference. Then she decided to wash her hair before dinner. She didn’t bother getting out of the browser. She’d do that later. This time, she’d dress properly, put on makeup, and everything. She may be a submissive, but she wasn’t going to be a slave.
* * * *
Sean knocked on her door. Mac had sent him up to find out what she wanted for dinner. There was no answer so he let himself in. Maybe she was still asleep, but maybe there was a problem.
He was relieved to hear happy splashing sounds coming from the bathroom and he realized she was taking a bath and enjoying the hand nozzle. He grinned and was temped to join her, but he realized that she was probably still a little sore from the afternoon. There would be time to fuck her brains out again later.
He turned to leave and accidentally bumped the desk. It must have moved her computer mouse, because the screen lit up. Curious, Sean decided to have a quick peak at her screen.
He felt the blood drain from his face as he realized she was looking at New York apartments. Just then, there was a quiet knock at the door. Quickly so as not to alert Michelle, Sean rushed to open the door for Mac.
“Shhhh. Just come with me. I have to show you something.” He led Mac over to the computer. Mac’s grin soon faded and he looked almost pale from the shock and pain. Sean reached out. Mac looked like he was going to pass out.
Quietly, the two of them left her room.
“You were right. I was too soft. Fuck forgiveness. Fuck love. It always ends badly. But this time, it’s going to end on my terms.”
* * * *
Michelle had enjoyed her bath, especially the hand spray nozzle, but her emotions were all over the place. First she thought she was over thinking the clothing thing and maybe this was actually a kind gesture. And then she decided that she was right the first time and they were assholes. She kept ricocheting between hope and despair. By the time she strolled down the stairs promptly at seven, she had calmed down, but it was an icy calm, convinced they wanted to send her away.
When she walked into living room, she saw that both men were dressed in leather pants and loose-fitting T-shirts. She almost laughed. She was wearing a leather miniskirt and a camisole, with a pair of her highest heels. They surged to their feet. She walked past them and into the formal dining room which she saw had been set with three place settings.
Wordlessly, they served her dinner. It was an another amazing quiche with a green salad and chocolate lava cake for dessert.
There was no conversation during dinner. Even Sean was silent.
“Time to go.” Mac stood up.
“Where?” Michelle asked.
“Club Libertine. Time for you to come play with us. Sean has picked out what we want you to wear when we get there. You can change in the locker room at the club. He’ll explain the rules to you while I go bring
the car around.”
She watched Mac stalk away. The happy relaxed Mac was gone, and in his place was this cold stranger. She looked at Sean, raising an eyebrow.
“Club Libertine is a BDSM club. We are Doms there and part owners. You will be attending as our guest and as a sub. As a sub, you will be subject to strict rules, and any Dom or Domme will have the right to punish you for your infraction.
“Seriously?”
“Yes.”
“So what are these rules I have to abide by tonight.”
“No speaking unless spoken to. Keep our eyes down. Never, ever look a Dom directly in the eye, not even us, who will be considered your ‘owners’ tonight.
“When you are given an order, you will obey it immediately. You will not embarrass us. Remember, your behavior will be a direct reflection on us. If you are a disrespectful sub, the other members will lose respect for us as Doms. It could even hurt the club’s reputation if the owners can’t even control their own property.
“Finally, never go anywhere alone. One of us will always be with you except for actually inside the ladies room. And one more thing. I’m going to put a temporary training collar on you. That will keep the unattached Doms away from you as it will show that you are taken.” He held a strip of leather up that looked suspiciously like an actual dog collar and not a necklace designed to look like one. Hanging where the dog’s identification tag would be was the Whelan company logo. Sean slid it around her neck, made sure it wasn’t too tight, and then he locked it in place. He held the key up and then put it in his pocket.
He ushered her out to the car and into the backseat. Why did she feel like she was being driven to her doom?
* * * *
She was shocked to find them pulling up in front of the Whelan building headquarters.
“His name may be on the building, but the company isn’t big enough to take up all the floors. Mac’s company rents space out to a number of firms, including Club Libertine. Although you’ll never see that name on the building directory.”
Mac gave the car keys to a uniformed valet and then escorted Michelle into the building, with Sean trailing behind, carrying a bag with the clothes they wanted her to wear. She supposed she should be happy she was going to be wearing anything.
The elevator doors slid open, and they were met by two men in black leather. They were tall and blond and intimidating looking. And they were clearly twins. Sean found himself whispering in her ear. He was hurt and angry but he still had the urge to protect her and he hated himself and maybe even hated her for that.
“That’s Connor and Liam O’Hara. They are co-owners and see to the day-to-day running. Do not look directly at them or you will face punishment.”
The brothers walked over to her. She yearned to take a good look at the men who owned and operated a BDSM club, but she remembered Sean’s words.
They were apparently satisfied by what they saw.
“You can bring her tonight and play with her in room two. But before you bring her back, she’ll have to go through the usual vetting. We can’t cut corners for you just because you co-own the place. Sets a bad example.” And then Connor, or maybe it was Liam, walked away, followed by Liam, or maybe it was Connor.
Sean led her over to the change rooms. There was a female attendant looking at her with curiosity. “Change in there and then give your clothes to this sub here. She’ll put them in a locker and attach the key to your collar. You’ll get your clothes back when we leave. Oh, and you can keep your shoes on. We both like them.”
She came out five minutes later, the blush extending all the way up her neck. All that was in the bag was a corset that came up under her breasts and two wide cuffs for her wrists. It was like a wide belt. It had a sort of shelf that held up her breasts but didn’t cover them. And it stopped right at her pubic bone, baring her ass and pussy.
She saw Mac and Sean looking approvingly at her. Mac walked up to her with something in his hand. It was a leash. He snapped it on to her collar. At the same time, Sean pulled her arms behind her and snapped the restraints together, which pulled her shoulders back and pushed out her breasts.
Mac let the leash hang down between her breasts and held it in his right hand, while he guided her with a warm hand on her back. He hissed in her ear. “Eyes down!”
Quickly, she lowered her eyes as another Dom approached them.
“Good to see you, Jake. It’s been a while.”
“Yes it has. This the new sub?”
“Yeah, she’s really green. This is her first time at the club.”
“Are you going to scene with her?”
“Yup. Connor has given us room two. Would you like to join us?”
Looking underneath her eyelashes, Michelle could just see this Jake looking her over. He slipped the end of a riding crop under her chin and tilted it up.
“So, subbie. Are you up for playing with a third?”
Quickly she looked over at Sean and Mac. Sean looked surprisingly intent, but Mac looked enigmatic and a little challenging. He thought this would scare her off. Suddenly she decided that she’d prove to them that nothing they could come up with could scare her off this time. She wasn’t going to run away from them again.
“Yes, Sir. I’m up for whatever my Masters want me to be up for.”
“Good answer. Mac, does she deep throat?”
Mac laughed. “Has any sub ever been able to deep throat that monster in your pants? Our little subbie will give it her best, won’t you, subbie?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Or, Jake, you can have her ass. She’s new to anal, and you’d be helping us break her in. You can paddle her ass first.”
“Deal. See you back there in half an hour.”
She watched the Dom named Jake walking away. He was one of the tallest men she’d ever met, easily six four or five, and .his shoulders were broad, and his hands were as big as dinner plates. She shivered.
Chapter Twelve
Sean and Mac lead her around the club, making sure to give her a good look at what was happening. She saw plenty of subs with even fewer clothes on than she had. Others had painful-looking apparatuses attached to their breasts or to their cock and balls, if the sub was male. Many were being lead around on leashes, some on their hands and knees.
She was shown an area where the unmatched subs waited, hoping to be chosen. She was told they have no right to refuse a Dom except by saying their safe word, which would also mean they had to leave for the evening.
There were several “scenes” in progress in the main room, including a man with a painfully engorged-looking cock being whipped by his Dom. And a woman strapped to what looked like a gynaecologist’s chair with her Dom “examining” her. In a third area, a woman was moaning with pleasure as she was strapped down to a table with her legs wide apart, and a dozen men lined up, obviously intent on fucking her in turn.
Eventually, they came to “room two.” She thought it was going to be a private room, for just the three of them and Jake, but there were other people here. And a small raised stage with a couple of dozen seats in front. There were also two large screens, one on either side of the table on the stage. They were obviously connected to a camera pointed at the table, to give the viewing audience a close-up of the action.
When Mac led her in on her leash, trailing behind him, up onto the stage, the people began to take the seats. Sean helped her remove her shoes and thong and position herself against the table. The table was tilted forward and then bent in the middle so that her lower body leaned forward and her upper body leaned down, bent at the waist.
He pulled her legs apart and strapped them to the table legs at the thigh, knee, and ankle. Then he checked the angle and then leaned down to attach the torso strap. He whispered in her ear, “Don’t worry. The cameras are closed circuit only. They don’t record. No one is allowed to take pictures here. All cell phones are turned in on entry and returned later, and no one can sneak one in because we have scanners.”
Then he strapped her arms to her side. He moved his hand around under the table, and a panel popped free, allowing her breasts to drop through. Sean disappeared under the table. She could feel him sucking on her nipples, and she knew that meant he’d be attaching clamps. She braced herself and was surprised that they weren’t overly tight. They pinched, stimulating, but there was no shooting pain. At least not until he attached the weights. They tugged her nipples, stretching them painfully. Every time she moved, every time she breathed, the weights moved, causing a new jolt of pain.
Mac came over to inspect Sean’s progress. All that was left was to remove the headrest so she’d be able to suck cock. He nodded approvingly and then squatted down to inspect her breasts. He lifted the weights in his hand, taking the pressure off her nipples. And then he let them drop, jiggling, causing equal parts pain and desire to shoot through her, directly to her pussy.
She hadn’t realized there was a third screen. It was smaller than the others, and Sean positioned right in front of her while Mac focused the camera on her ass. He zoomed in on the moisture seeping out of her pussy. Then he changed the angle slightly, pulling back. He must have put the camera on a tripod because now she could see him in the shot, walking over to her ass. He had a bottle of lube in his hand. She watched him insert the nozzle into her ass and squirt the cold liquid inside her. She shivered. Then he squirted some more between her cheeks and massaged it into her rosette, lubing it well and loosening it up with his fingers.
Then he stepped back. She trembled in anticipation.
