by Chloe Lang
She walked into the club holding Jaris’s and Chance’s hands. The lobby area was neat with clean lines. Mr. Gold, the owner of Phase Four, sat behind the reception desk in front of a computer. Behind him was the door into the main area of the club. On it was a sign with the words “Members Only.”
He looked up at them. “Good evening.”
Jaris released her hand, extending his to Mr. Gold. “Evening.”
They shook hands.
Chance gave the forms that they’d already filled out and had her sign days ago to Mr. Gold.
“Looks like everything is in order.” Gold typed something into his computer. “All set. It’s official. Your submissive is in your care as long as you are in the club.” He opened a drawer and handed them a key. “Room seven is set up as you requested.”
They left Gold and walked through the door into the club, heading straight to room seven.
When they walked in, she saw there was a bench in the center of the room.
Chance and Jaris commanded Annie and Sugar to lie down.
“Take a seat on the bench,” Jaris ordered in a deep, rumbling tone, which made her tingle.
“Yes, Sir.” She planted herself on the padded surface and felt the cold from its leather on her ass. No panties. That had been another of their rules. She folded her hands in her lap.
He and Chance placed their satchels on one of the four tables that were in the room. With a steady gaze, she watched them empty the bags out onto the metal surface. They had handcuffs, paddles, and crops, dildos, butt plugs, and lubricant. Finally seeing the contents of their satchels, she shivered with delight and nervousness at the same time.
Chance came up to her with a pair of handcuffs. “Baby, get facedown on the bench.”
“Yes, Master.” There was a face cradle, just like massage tables had, at one end of the thing. She placed her head in it. Staring down at the floor, she saw Chance’s leather boots come into view.
“Give me your wrists.”
“Yes, Master.” She held out her arms.
He placed the metal rings around her wrists.
My first time being restrained by him. That thought made her warm all over.
Jaris removed her mini, pulling it down to her ankles, turning the red leather into another kind of restraint. “This ass is gorgeous, Chance.” He slapped her ass once, delivering a sweet little sting. “But I think it will look even prettier in pink. Pink is warm and sweet, Chance.”
“I think you’re right, buddy. Let’s start her out with my paddle.”
“The black one with the holes? Great idea.”
“Let me show our little sub what it looks like,” Chance said with a wicked laugh.
Suddenly, the beastly thing appeared in front of her under the face cradle.
“You think you can take some kisses from my paddle, sweetheart?”
Trembling, she answered. “Yes, Sir.”
“Let’s start you out with five kisses and see how you do.”
The paddle vanished from her sight. She closed her eyes, holding her breath, anticipating the slaps that were about to come.
Instead of a slap, she felt Chance run the paddle gently over her ass. “Tell me what you feel, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Master. It feels smooth and cold.”
“Very good. Here comes number one.”
She heard him swing the paddle through the air and then felt it crash against her bottom, right in the center of her ass. Its kiss was sharp and hot, sending a pulse of electricity through her body.
“How are you doing, baby?” Jaris asked.
Using the words they’d agreed on for tonight, she answered, “I’m green, Sir.”
“Number two, sweetheart,” Chance said.
Slap.
The paddle’s second kiss landed on her right ass cheek, burning deliciously.
“Number three.”
Slap.
Tears welled in her eyes, not from pain but from blissful abandon. She was with her men, her Doms. They were taking her to erotic places she’d never experienced before.
“Number four.”
Slap.
Her pussy moistened, and she began grinding into the surface of the bench.
“Last one, sweetheart. Ready?”
“Y–Yes, Master.”
Slap.
The final kiss was hotter than any of the others. It seared her ass like a branding iron. I’m theirs. They are mine.
“Chance, give me your hand,” Jaris said. “I want you to see what pink looks like.”
She felt them move their fingers over her ass.
“It’s a beautiful, warm color. It might be my favorite color on our sub.” Chance’s lusty, dominant tone made her even wetter.
She felt them apply lubricant to her ass, stretching her out nicely.
Chance ran his hand up her back. “Fuck, you are gorgeous. I’m going to plug your ass with this.”
In her field of vision a toy appeared. It was a dark blue and so very big.
“Sweetheart,” Chance said. “I want to get your pretty ass ready for my cock.”
“Yes, Sir. Please, Master. Please.”
“Take a deep breath for me.”
She obeyed.
“Let it all out.”
When the last ounce of air left her lungs, he shoved the toy into her ass. The sensation it gave her was an odd mix of pain and pleasure. In no time the pain was gone, leaving only the feeling of pleasure.
Jaris and Chance flipped her on her back. They’d stripped while she’d been facedown. Their godlike bodies glistened with heat, and their massive cocks were hard. Both her Doms held a sex toy—Jaris a vibrator and Chance a violet wand. Both her Doms were smiling wickedly, which increased the pressure that was building inside her.
They removed her top and bra. She was completely naked now, still restrained by their handcuffs and by her mini at her ankles.
Chance ran the electric device over her nipples, kissing her with its warm sparks.
Jaris turned on the vibrator and placed it on her pussy.
“Oh God. Yes. Please. Masters. Please. More. More.”
Chance turned up the power on the wand, pressing it to her taut nipples.
Moans passed from her trembling lips, as Jaris sent his toy into her channel.
“Close, Masters. So close.”
“Come for us, baby,” Jaris whispered, removing the vibrator and pressing his lips to her throbbing clit.
“Yes, sweetheart. Come. Come, now.” Chance pressed his mouth to hers, swallowing her moans.
The pressure released, flooding her with warmth and shivers. She clawed at Chance’s shoulders and wrapped her legs around Jaris’s neck.
Setting aside the vibrator and wand, her Doms quickly took off the handcuffs and removed her mini from her ankles. With the plug still in her ass, they lifted her off the bench and placed her feet on the floor. Her legs were so weak, she had to lean into Chance for support.
Jaris got down on the bench, facing her. “I want to feel your pussy around my cock, sub.”
“Yes, Master.” With Chance’s help, she crawled on top of Jaris.
She could feel the head of Jaris’s massive cock on her wet, swollen folds. “You feel so good, Master.”
“So do you, baby. So do you.” His hands were on the back of her thighs. “Slide down my dick. I want to feel your pussy’s grip on me.”
She obeyed, taking his inches slowly into her body, relishing the intimate connection they were sharing.
“I’m done with this toy.” Chance tapped on the plug, sending a shiver through her. “Sweetheart, I want to feel your pretty ass.”
“Yes, Sir. I want that, too.” She could barely breathe, as Jaris thrust up into her pussy. But she needed to feel both her men.
Chance removed the plug. She felt him cover the backside of her body with his muscled frame. When the tip of his cock touched her anus, she trembled and the pressure began to build again.
He plunge
d his cock into her ass, and she screamed, unable to hold back.
In perfect sync, Jaris and Chance began thrusting into her body. In and out. Over and over. Faster and faster. She closed her eyes, writhing between them, in glorious torture.
She screamed again as another orgasm exploded inside her. Spasms ran through her body, as they continued their assault.
“Coming. Fuck.” Jaris’s eyes closed, and he thrust up into her one last time. She could feel him unload his seed into her body.
“Me, too!” Chance shouted. He pounded into her a few more times before his body stiffened and he, too, came inside her.
Her body shook and writhed into a state of complete satisfaction. She was in the arms of her Doms, her lovers, her men. Jaris and Chance.
This is heaven.
Chapter Twenty-Two
The day had turned out perfect for Lyle’s send-off party in Central Park. The whole town was there to give him their good wishes and support.
Jaris sat next to Chance. Sugar and Annie were at their feet. Chance’s parents and sister were sitting with them, anxiously waiting for Wolfe Mayhem to perform. Kaylyn was standing on the side of the stage.
Lyle was center stage, standing between Ethel, Patrick, and Sam O’Leary.
“We’re thrilled to be sending off one of our native sons to veterinary school, Mr. Lyle Tanner.” Patrick smiled broadly, placing his arm around Lyle’s shoulder. “Dr. Strong, would you please stand up and wave at me so I can see where you are?”
“Over here.” The vet was sitting several rows up and to the left.
“As one of Destiny’s newest residents, we are thrilled to welcome you, but we are even more grateful you were able to encourage Lyle to take this momentous step.”
The crowd applauded.
“Thank you, Dr. Strong.” Ethel O’Leary took the mike from Patrick. “My husbands and I also want to show our support to Lyle.” She turned to Sam, who handed her an envelope. “Lyle, this is a check to cover all your costs for college—tuition, fees, living expenses.”
“Oh my God. I can’t believe this. Should I really take this?”
“Yes, son,” Sam said. “You need to take it.”
Lyle, who was obviously not used to this much attention, hugged the dear lady. “Thank you.” He released her and then gave both Patrick and Sam a big group hug. “Thank you so very much. I was planning on working a full-time job. But now I can dedicate all my time to studies. You’re making my dreams come true.”
“But there’s more,” Patrick said with a grin, motioning to his left.
Suddenly, a horn started honking. Everyone turned to see a brand-new Ford Mustang driving onto the grass and in front of the stage. Inside were the Knights—Megan, Eric, and Scott. They jumped out and walked up on the stage.
Megan handed him a set of keys. “Lyle, we want you to arrive in style to school.”
“Oh my God. This is way too much. Since I lost all my parents by the time I was seventeen, I learned to depend on myself. Now I know I’m not alone. Destiny is my family.”
The crowd went crazy.
Lyle hugged the Knights.
“We have more surprises coming up. Wolfe Mayhem is going to play for us. And there will be one more presentation for our guest of honor. Don’t forget to enjoy the food that our local restaurant owners have provided. We’ll continue our program shortly.”
Betty, Kaylyn’s mom, who was sitting with her two husbands in the row right in front of him and Chance, wiped her eyes. She loved Lyle like he was her own son.
“Sugar, are you okay?” her husband Harvey asked.
“I’m fine. I’m just so happy.” Betty had been thrilled when her two husbands returned to Destiny from Alaska two days earlier than planned. With the dog training school growing so fast, Harvey and Darryl Anderson were leaving their oil field jobs to work with Kaylyn. Betty and her men would never have to be separated again.
Jaris had seen how surprised Chance had been when his family quickly had come around to support his new, unique relationship with him and Kaylyn. Chance’s parents were incredible, and his sister, Paige, was charming as could be. They’d welcomed both him and Kaylyn into their family with open arms.
“How much time before the band starts playing?” Paige asked.
Chance punched the button on his watch.
The digital voice announced, “The time is 11:41 a.m.”
“In under twenty minutes.”
“That’s just enough time.” Paige stood. “Mom, would you like me to get you a plate of food?”
Chance’s mother shook her head. “I think I’ll go with you. There looks to be several booths with all kinds of food to choose from.”
All the local restaurants were providing food.
Jaris watched as Jacob, recently out of his cast, helped his uncle and aunt set up Phong’s Wok’s booth by The Red Dragon statue. Josh was helping the sheriff, Mitchell, and Lucas carry more folding chairs from the courthouse for the crowd.
“I’m coming, too.” Chance’s father got up on his feet. He was as tall as his son. “I’m getting hungry.”
Betty turned around. “Mind if we join you? I’m sure my guys are starving.”
Darryl smiled and Harvey nodded. They were good men, the salt of the earth.
“Of course,” Chance’s mother said. “We’re all family now.” She turned to him and Chance. “What about you two guys? You want to go with us or have us bring you back some plates?”
“No thanks, Mom. Jaris and I plan on eating with Kaylyn after she finishes her set.”
“Okay, but don’t give up our seats.”
“We won’t.”
The six of them walked away, leaving him and Chance alone.
“Jaris, can you do me a favor?”
“Anything, buddy.”
“Tell me where Kaylyn is. Describe what’s she doing and how she looks.”
He smiled. “My pleasure. Our girl is walking up onstage. She’s wearing a white dress. White is warm and soft, Chance, just like the white in the fluffy cotton bale clouds, which are floating above her now. The wind is lightly blowing her hair. She’s looking our way, smiling and waving.”
Chance waved back and put his arm around Jaris. “You know we’re the two luckiest men in Destiny, don’t you?”
“Buddy, we’re the luckiest men in the world.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Born in Missouri, I am happy to call Dallas, Texas home, now. Who doesn’t love sunshine?
I began devouring romance novels during summers between college semesters as a respite to the rigors of my studies. Soon, my lifelong addiction was born, and to this day, I typically read three or four books every week.
For years, I tried my hand at writing romance stories, but shared them with no one. Understand, I’m really shy. After many months of prodding by friends, authors Sophie Oak and Shayla Black, I finally relented and let them read one. As the prodding turned to gentle shoves, I ultimately did submit something to Siren-BookStrand. The thrill of a life happened for me when I got the word that my book would be published.
I do want to warn the reader that my books are not for the faint of heart, and are strictly for adults. That said, I love erotic romances. Blending the sexual chemistry with the emotional energy between the characters in my books is why I love being a writer.
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