by Chloe Lang
“Let’s go.” He walked in front of her and out the door.
She followed quickly with Heath behind her. With each step, her temperature rose as she recalled the spanking she’d received from Dax and Drake here at the club. That had awakened desires in her she hadn’t known existed. But was she only avoiding the inevitable? Surrendering her body was easy. Giving these men her heart was the impossible part. Still, she couldn’t seem to refuse Nate anything. He’d taken charge the moment they’d found Heath, and he clearly wasn’t ready to give up any authority he’d claimed.
As they headed down the hallway, Charly kept her eyes locked on Nate’s naked back. As expected, there were many patrons milling around. They came to the wide expanse where several stages were set. A couple had scenes going on that she saw out of the corner of her eye. On one stage a woman had three men working her ass over with little leather crops. Another held a man on all fours licking his Domme’s leather boots.
The music was loud and raucous, vibrating Charly’s body. Wearing only her bra and panties and the sandals Nate had given her, she trembled, wondering if anyone was looking at her. And still, Nate walked on.
They made several turns, going down one hallway after another.
She saw Kyle, the guy who worked at the hotel reception desk, sitting at a table with a phone and clipboard on its surface. He and the desk were to the side of a red velvet rope that led to another hallway.
He stood. “Hey, fellows.”
Nate nodded to him. “Hey.”
“Hi, Ms. Wynn.”
Charly smiled but didn’t say a word, remembering Nate’s instructions.
Nate looked at her, and then turned back to Kyle. “I’ve reserved the dungeon for tonight.”
“I just got the call from Austin.” He handed Nate a key and unlatched the red rope, pulling it to the side. “The room is ready to go. There’s only four or five in the bleachers, waiting for a show.”
She gulped. People would be watching them. “Nate, I’m—”
He turned and frowned. “What did you call me, sub?”
Her jaw dropped. She’d displeased him, and that killed her. “Um…sorry, Sir.”
Nate did not look away from her as he told Kyle, “That’s fine. But don’t let anyone else in.”
“I might drop in after my shift change if you’re still going.”
Nate spun around. “I said no more people, Kyle. That means you, too.”
Kyle grinned. “Your party, Nate.”
Her heart pounded hard in her chest as anxiety punched her insides.
Nate went down the corridor to the last door on the left. He inserted a key and pointed to her to enter.
“Sir, I’m not sure about doing anything in front of people. Couldn’t we do this alone instead?”
“Trust me, sub.” His tone was softer than before. “You will love being on display. This is good practice for you before I show you off on the main stage in the big room.”
He wants to show me off? That thought thrilled her to no end. Fighting back her worry and grabbing on to her desire, she stepped gingerly ahead and found herself on a landing with stairs leading down. Heath and Nate joined her, and Nate shut the door behind them.
Heath smiled. “Go down the stairs, Charly.”
She couldn’t move as her nerves jumped up and down.
“Sub, either say your safe word or obey us.” Nate’s eagerness was evident by his wicked smile.
He had planned the evening. When they’d found Heath and she’d gotten her money, she’d been ready to go straight to the bus station to buy a ticket away from the Strongs, even though she knew her heart would rip in two. Her mind had been adrift in a storm of doubt and fear, but the moment Nate had exerted his authority over her, her thoughts quieted, if only a bit. Clearly, he’d prepared something for her tonight that he thought might clear her mind even more and allow her a chance to feel real pleasure.
Looking at him and Heath together in their leather chaps, she found just enough courage to push her fears aside, and she began to descend the stairs.
Nate stepped around and ahead of her. Heath followed behind. She thought that they were acting more like bodyguards than Doms. Perhaps the two roles were one and the same in the club.
As they came to the bottom of the stairs, she looked at the wooden door. It looked ancient and foreboding. Nate opened it and walked into the room beyond. She followed, though her fear began clawing at the back of her mind again as she scanned the room.
It was dimly lit. All the walls were black. There were all kinds of contraptions in the place, clearly meant to restrain subs. Several metal tables were covered with sexual toys, including vibrators, paddles, whips, cuffs, and more that she didn’t recognize. Her body began to warm, but her palms began to sweat. She could end this with a single word. They’d promised her that.
“That’s for you, sub.” Nate pointed to the center of the room to what looked to her to be a kind of bench, though it was oddly shaped, bending up in the middle.
Then it dawned on her. This was just like the bench that Drake and Dax had placed her on before. It was used to aid in spanking subs. Like me? She was trembling like a leaf. Then she heard someone cough behind her. She looked back at the door and realized there was a landing with seating above it. The audience! Her safe word rushed to her lips, but she bit it back. She couldn’t see any faces, thank God, but it was wickedly thrilling that they were here to see her.
Though her misgivings whispered in her head, she recalled how Nate had been with her on their ride together looking for land for Michael’s project and how tender he’d been with her at the cabin. This was just another side to him, and she wanted to experience it. She’d already discovered with his other brothers that exploring sexual fantasies called to her, especially this type of play. If things got to be too much, too difficult, she reminded herself that she had a safe word that could halt everything.
Nate slapped her ass, still barely covered by her panties. “Hook her up on the bench, Heath. I’ll choose a paddle.”
Heath led her to the bench and whispered in her ear. “You’re doing great, baby.”
“I’m very nervous,” she admitted.
“All part of it, little sub.” Heath rubbed her back with his rough fingertips. “You’ll love it. Nate is quite skilled at this.”
“What about you?”
“I know what I’m doing, too.” He guided her facedown on the bench. “I’m going to restrain you, Charly, with some cuffs on your wrists and ankles, okay?”
“Stop coddling her, Heath.” Nate stepped next to the bench, carrying a large black paddle. “You’re acting like a pussy instead of a Dom.”
“Keep talking like that and this pussy is going to kick your ass, bro.”
“That’s better. Now, let’s get our pet into subspace, shall we?”
“Yes.” Heath locked her onto the bench with the cuffs as he’d told her he would.
Suddenly, she realized what position they’d placed her in. My ass is pointed directly at the people watching from the landing. The thought sent a shiver up and down her spine. When Nate pulled her panties down to her ankles, that shiver became a nine on the earthquake Richter scale, heating every inch of her skin.
“Let’s get started,” Nate announced.
She curled her hands into fists, bracing herself for what was to come. Why was she trembling with desire already? Though Charly wanted to believe that having them slap her ass with the paddle and their hands would fix everything, she knew better. God help her, she still craved this moment of solace, quietness, and pleasure that they promised. She would let today’s worries wait for her to pick them up tomorrow. Tonight, she just wanted to feel.
“How many licks from the paddle are you going to give her?” Heath’s tone held a hint of concern, which pleased her very much.
“Bro, this sub is way too much in her head. Best to keep her guessing.”
“I don’t know about that. She seems present to
me,” Heath argued.
“She’s here some, but most of her is juggling too many thoughts and doubts.” Nate feathered his mouth against her back. “Obey every word, sub. Understand?”
She nodded. The anticipation of what he was about to do to her ass sent a jolt through her.
“I can’t wait to turn her sweet ass into a pretty pink.” Nate touched the paddle to her ass. “Feel this, pet?”
It felt cool, smooth, and so very dangerous. She squeaked out, “Yes, Sir.”
She heard some whispers from the people watching, but instead of filling her with fear and shame, they ignited her flesh.
“You want it bad, sub. Excellent.” Nate tugged on her hair. “Try not to cry out, understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” She was vibrating like a live wire of expectancy.
Nate swung the paddle, landing it on the middle of her ass. The sting the thing left caused her eyes to well up and her pussy to dampen. She chewed on her lip, which worked to keep her from crying out. Charly wasn’t sure how long she could hold back and obey his command, but she vowed to do her best to try.
“Good job, pet,” Nate praised, making her tingle with pride.
“Thank you, Sir.” Her hesitations began to melt away.
“Don’t get too relaxed, sub. We’re not done. You understand that?”
Trembling, she answered, “Yes, Sir.”
“Heath, you go a round.”
Out of the corner of her eyes, she watched Nate hand the paddle to him.
“You trust me, sweetheart?” Heath asked.
She nodded.
He kissed both of her ass cheeks, which made her pussy ache.
“Brace yourself, baby,” he commanded.
She curled her hands into fists, still restrained by the cuffs on her wrists.
Whack. Whack. Whack. Whack.
So many wild sensations expanded inside her, causing her nipples and clit to throb. The burn to her ass released the tears in her eyes, but she held back her gasps, remaining completely silent.
“Good job, Heath. Look at the beautiful color you’ve made her ass. Can you make her even pinker?”
“I can.”
Whack. Whack. Whack.
Her toes curled as heat flashed through her body. She thrashed on the bench, held in place by the cuffs.
Heath’s lips feathered across her ear, sending a shiver down her back. “You’re doing great, sweetheart.”
Her heart fluttered in her chest, and she squeezed her legs together, hoping to quell the cravings that were threatening to drive her mad.
“Too soon to tell her that, bro.” Nate patted her ass. “She’s still in her head.”
Heath asked, “Can you take more, little sub?”
“Damn it, Heath,” Nate grumbled, a hint of worry in his tone. “We have to be firm with Charly right now. Can’t you see that?”
“You handle things your way. I’ll handle things my way.”
Charly had mixed feelings about how they wanted to proceed. This was like having two bosses with completely opposite styles, like a “good Dom, bad Dom” approach. In other circumstances, it would’ve worked for her, but knowing how split all the Strong brothers were in regards to her, it only sent her mind into a dark place.
“Fuck. You were lying to her just a bit ago. Why, Heath?”
“She would’ve taken the money and bought a bus ticket out of here is why.”
Nate’s tone softened. “Exactly. We either get her turned around here and now, or when we’re finished, she’ll still leave us.”
“Fuck, you’re right.”
Charly heard the pain in her two guys’ voices. She’d been so concerned with protecting her own heart that she hadn’t given any thought to theirs.
“Master Heath,” she whispered.
“Yes, love.”
“I can take more. I want more. I need it.”
“Sweetheart, I can’t let you leave.” Nate kissed the back of her head. “You do need this. You’ve got to trust us.”
“I’m trying, Sir.”
“I know you are, but you’re holding on to doubt with both fists. Spanking your ass raw will help you to let go. Do you understand?”
“Some.”
His fingers went up and down her back. “I’m going to use my hand now, sweetheart. Count them for me.”
Spank. The slap was firm and intimate, causing her pussy to clench.
“One.” She trembled inside and out.
Spank. Spank. Spank. Each crash of his hand to her bottom overwhelmed her more and more until she was dizzy with desire.
“Two. Three. Four.”
Spank. Spank. Spank.
“Five. Six. Seven.” Her ass felt like lava. Nate’s slaps never landed on the same spot twice. Her thoughts and worries hushed as a myriad of sensations whirled inside her.
Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank.
Softly, she whispered, “Eight. Nine. Ten.” Taking a deep breath, she pushed back the outburst at the back of her throat. She wanted to obey his earlier command to not cry out. “E–Eleven.”
Nate continued his delicious torture. Spank. “Get.” Spank. “Out.” Spank. “Of.” Spank. “Your.” Spank. “Head.”
Charly couldn’t count any longer as the walls inside her burst into a million pieces. Nate’s spanking had sent her into a state of calm and muted stillness.
Spank. The last slap of his hand released her cries and all her anxiety. Heath and Nate unlatched her cuffs and pulled up her panties. Every inch of her shook, and her tears dropped to the bench like a waterfall.
“You okay, sweetheart?” Heath asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
Nate lifted her up into his arms. She gazed into his eyes, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“You trust us, pet?” he asked.
“I trust you with everything, Sir,” she answered shakily, tasting the honesty of each syllable on her lips.
He carried her back through the door with Heath following behind. She heard a few comments from the crowd that she’d forgotten was present during her spanking. Most of the spectators said the scene she and her two cowboys had given impressed them. A few others voiced a desire to see more. And one thrilled her. “What a gorgeous sub.”
As Nate carried her up the stairs, she leaned into his muscled chest. “Where are you taking me, Sir?”
“Somewhere private where Heath and I can really have our way with you, pet.”
As desire exploded inside her, she closed her eyes, focusing on the wonderful heat she felt on her ass and drifting into the mental haze Nate and Heath had given her.
She heard a door shut and opened her eyes. Nate sat her down on a bed. It was covered in the softest silk she’d ever felt. Heath was lighting candles. There were no spectators here. This was for just her and them.
She watched Nate remove his clothes and toss them to the corner. His massive, ripped torso was pure cowboy perfection. She wanted to prove to them how strong she was, how brave.
“I can take more, Sirs. I really can.”
Nate smiled. “Pet, you’re not in charge. Understand?”
“B–But…”
He placed his fingers to her lips. “Shh. I know when you need to feel the kiss of my paddle. Right now, you’re in a perfect state, sweetheart. Time to reward you with something different. I want to feel your tight, sweet cunt around my dick. Heath, you good to claim her pretty ass?”
“Hell yeah.”
Her body heated with their filthy talk about her and their promise of filling her up with their cocks.
“First, we need to apply some lotion to her ass.”
“I’m on it, bro,” Heath said. She heard the snap of a bottle top opening.
He removed her bra and panties in a flash. As his hands applied the cooling cream, she felt her clit tighten.
“Thank you, Sir.” She gazed into Heath’s eyes and felt a warm tingle spread over her.
“You’re welcome, my love.” He, too, stripped off his clothes, p
iling them in another corner. She felt the breaths hitch in her chest as he rolled out a condom on his thick, erect cock.
Nate got on the bed next to her, his hard-on wrapped up already. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart, and you’re mine. Understand?”
At least for this moment, Charly knew it was absolutely true, so she nodded, relishing her splendid suffering.
He kissed her, pressing his lips possessively against hers. As his tongue shot into her mouth, a hot shiver blasted through her, causing her pussy to ache. He tortured her wonderfully with his mouth for what seemed to be forever until she felt like a warm puddle of sensations next to him.
When Heath crawled on the other side of her, she gasped for joy. Being sandwiched between two of her men was utter bliss. Their hands skated over her skin like warm breezes, gently caressing until her entire body was covered in tingling goose bumps. When Heath kissed the back of her neck, she let herself fall into the dream that it would work out between her and all the brothers. Somehow, someway, they would have all she hoped and prayed for—a life, together. A future she’d never conceived of before but now craved beyond measure.
Nate pinched her nipples and began sucking on her breasts until rational thought was impossible for her. Warm blasts zipped through her, and her nipples ached as he bit down on them with just the right amount of wicked pressure.
As her passion shot up, her heart thudded like a hammer in her chest.
Nate shifted down until his head was between her legs. She could feel his hot breath on her mound. “Let’s get our sub revved up, Heath.”
“Agreed.” Heath kissed his way down her back until his mouth was at the center of her backside.
He parted her ass cheeks, and she felt his tongue hit her backside entrance, making her even more delirious. When Nate began bathing her pussy with his mouth and fingers, she lost all control and pulled his head in tighter, crazed for release.
The dual-tongue action sent her to the moon, and she got even wetter.
“That’s it, pet. Drown me with your sweet cream.” He pressed on her clit with his thumb, causing more sparks to fire inside her pussy.
Nate spread her legs even wider with his hands while licking her swollen folds faster and faster, filling her with an insane rush of want.
