“Arms up and legs spread, pet. Perfect. What’s your safe word?”
“Stat, Sir.”
“If you need to take a moment—to take a breath—use ‘yellow.’”
“Yes, Sir.” She wondered why he’d introduce a new bit of protocol now but let it go. He was her Dom. He knew what he was doing, and she trusted him.
Daniel did use his ropes but to tie her to the cross. He worked quickly to weave a pattern securing her left arm to the wood. The ropes spanned from her wrist to her elbow and reminded her of the sleeves of a fancy lace gown.
He gave her other arm the same treatment. He then secured her waist to the center of the equipment, around and around, and then up and around her breasts. Looking down, she realized the configuration resembled a peek-a-boo bra.
When he was satisfied with the display of her breasts, he squatted behind her, binding her legs, ankles to knees. The more rope Colleen wore, the better she felt. She couldn’t explain why this calmed her, why it started the journey to her happy place, but it did.
Until she’d found her Sirs, she’d never even had a happy place.
“How do you feel, pet?”
“Wonderful, Sir.” She sighed and turned her head so she could rest her left cheek on the polished wood of the cross.
She watched as Rob walked over to the wall that held all manner of tools. He turned and looked at her. His smile was so flirty she simply had to smile back.
Then he turned his attention back to the wall and chose his tool.
“This is a flogger,” he said as he brought it over to her. He held it up for her to see and then brushed her cheek with it, a light caress that allowed her to feel the strands.
“It’s so soft.”
“The falls are deer hide and they do feel soft, like this. But it gives a nice thud, and it will sting.”
“The flogger is Rob’s specialty.” Daniel ran his hands over her, a sweet caress that pulled a sigh out of her. His hands were rough—a man’s hands—but gentle.
Rob moved behind her, and standing so close, she could feel the heat of his body seeping into hers. Both men were shirtless but still had their pants on.
She was beginning to think that being naked while they were at least partially dressed was sexy as hell. Colleen had to work at keeping herself focused. The stress she’d been feeling from the tension of this day came front and center, as if ready and willing to be expunged from her.
“For this first time, I’m going to work here.” He used his hand to brush her upper back. “I’ll also give some attention to your beautiful ass.”
She’d never been told her ass was beautiful. Everything about Rob and Daniel felt so good. Focus, Colleen. She didn’t want to miss anything her men said to her.
“Pet?”
Colleen met Daniel’s gaze. “Yes, Sir?” Her voice didn’t sound like her own. It sounded almost…dreamy.
“You don’t have to focus. You just have to relax and take what we give you.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Colleen sighed and simply let herself enjoy being in the moment.
Rob leaned in close and kissed her cheek. “What’s your safe word, subbie?” His words tickled her ear.
“Stat, Sir. And yellow if I need a break.”
“Very good. You take that break if you need it. You won’t disappoint us doing so.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She felt him move back and heard a kind of swish. Colleen felt a light impact on her back and a second, and then, oh, it was like a cascade, a continual, soft kind of stroking that felt wonderful. Her nipples tightened even more, and her sense of wellbeing grew. Her back felt warm, a heat that spread through her body. The stroking moved to her ass, and a similar warmth blossomed there, nothing at all like the spanking she’d received. On her back again, and this time a sting accompanied the thud. The sting grew and then eased, grew then eased, and Colleen let herself go.
The best thing ever. The epiphany floated past, and Colleen felt as if she was no longer inside her body. She drifted, protected, alone, but not lonely. Safe. Loved. Healing. So many gentle concepts surrounded her. Nothing could hurt her here, and it was lovely, oh, so lovely. The stress fled, chased away, and Colleen was on a cloud, a lovely, lovely cloud that felt so good, so soft. She wanted to just stay here and drift, healing and safe in this sanctuary. So she stayed, and she drifted, and she healed.
“Come back to us now, baby.”
Colleen blinked as the voice of her Dom reached her, and the desire to obey, to be with both of them, eased her out of her personal euphoric high.
Colleen blinked as Rob’s and Daniel’s faces came into view. She smiled, so happy to see them, so happy to have them!
“Hi.”
“Hi yourself.” Rob placed a kiss on her lips and then eased back. “I’m just going to grab something for you.”
“Okay.” Her senses returned, and she looked around, confused. She was no longer in the playroom, but on the bed. No longer held by Daniel’s ropes, but his arms.
Then Rob appeared, and he held a bottle of water to her lips. “Sip, baby.”
The water tasted good sliding down her throat. He lifted the water and placed something by her lips. “Open.” She obeyed, delighted when a square of chocolate began to melt in her mouth.
“How was she while the two of you waited for word from me, earlier?”
“Amazingly calm, though very tense. She stayed on my lap and in my arms the entire time. She told me she couldn’t cry, even when I encouraged her to do so.”
“No tears at all?”
Colleen blinked. “Hello? I’m right here.”
Daniel chuckled. “You’re naked in my arms and wearing Rob’s marks on your back and ass. Believe me, we know you’re here, pet.” Then he lifted her chin with his finger. “But you went very deep into subspace with very little stimulation from us to put you there. It’s our job to understand why, to understand you, to know your triggers.”
“Subspace. It was lovely. The best feeling ever.”
“You’ve conditioned yourself, all your life, to just take in the stress and the worry and soldier on with no outward reaction.” Rob leaned over and kissed her. “You did that this afternoon. I didn’t understand what the effect would be of what you were doing at the time, but from now on, I will.”
“I don’t understand.” Colleen was more alert but exhausted. She yawned but looked from Daniel to Rob.
“We didn’t expect you to hit subspace so quickly,” Daniel said. “Usually, the natural chemicals responsible for that are released in response to physical stimulation. We thought you might have another light visit there and actually hoped that you would. But because your body had already absorbed a high degree of stress earlier, you didn’t need much of a push.”
Colleen understood what Daniel was saying. Stress was a trigger for her. They didn’t appear particularly worried about what had just happened. That had to be a good sign. “I want to make love to you both.”
“We want to make love with you, too,” Rob said. “How do you feel?”
Colleen smiled. “Wet. Horny.”
“And?” Daniel’s gaze let her know she’d better not hold anything back.
Colleen couldn’t not be completely honest. “Exhausted, Sir. I’m so exhausted.”
“Thank you for being honest, love.” Daniel eased her half onto his chest. “Rob is going to put some cream on your beautifully pink flesh. Hold still.”
She did as he asked, and the cream felt good. Her back and bottom felt kind of hot, and the cream soothed.
The moment he was done, Daniel eased away from her, stood, and stripped. She licked her lips because the sight of him, totally naked, his cock hard, just did it for her.
He came back to her, and Rob got into the bed behind her and snuggled close. “First you’re going to have a nap,” Daniel said.
“And then we’re going to make love with you.” Rob’s words brushed her ear.
“But I want—”
“There will be times when you get what you want,” Daniel said. “But not this time. This time, your Doms are going to give you what you need.”
Colleen sighed. “I think you already did that in the playroom.” She heard the petulance in her own voice. A part of her was appalled at the tone.
“I can’t tell you how pleased we are about that,” Rob said.
“Now close your eyes, just for a few minutes. If you don’t fall asleep, we’ll be happy to ravish you.”
She heard the amusement in their voices and gave in to her inner grouch. “Mean old Doms.” She closed her eyes, and the sound of their laughter faded to silence.
* * * *
Colleen awoke as a sexual warmth pulsed through her body, flooding her bloodstream with hot horniness. A rough-palmed hand captured her wrists, stretching them above her head, and a mouth came down her own.
Daniel’s flavor awakened her completely. She opened under him, drinking from him, then moaned as he pinched her left nipple.
Rob pushed her legs open and laid his mouth on her pussy. Using his wet lips, his teeth, and his tongue, he devoured her, eating away at her sex and her will. When she pushed her pussy toward him, offering him everything, his growl vibrated against her wet flesh and echoed through her body.
Daniel lifted his lips from hers. “Take what we give you, pet. Submit to your Doms.”
Daniel’s words sent a shiver of joy through her. It took effort to let go of her own need, to simply allow them to take and to give, for her to simply receive.
Daniel fastened his mouth on her breast and suckled her nipple deep. She couldn’t hold back her moan of pleasure and could have sworn, as it oozed from her, that the mouths of her Doms smiled against her wet and needy flesh.
Daniel moved away, and Rob surged up her body. He thrust his cock into her in one, solid push and then kissed her.
She tasted herself on his tongue, and the flavor, different from when Daniel had offered it, still sent her arousal soaring. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she kissed him back, drinking them both down. He broke their kiss.
“Hang on. I’m going to flip us over.”
Nearly dizzy, whether from the spin or the man, Colleen relished the sensation of Rob’s cock inside her.
“Put your sexy ass in the air for me, pet.”
“Yes, Sir.” Colleen moved onto her knees, careful to keep one lover’s cock inside her as she positioned herself to receive the other’s in her ass. Then she laid her head on Rob’s chest. Rob held her, one hand on her head and the other across her back. He kissed the top of her head and flexed his cock in her pussy. She used her inner muscles to squeeze him right back.
Daniel knelt behind her. She shivered when he spread lube over her anus, running his fingers back and forth and then finally pressing them into her. The lovely burn made her clit quiver and her juices flow. She’d never been so high, so needy. It was all she could do to lay still and, as he’d said, take what he gave her.
“She loves that, brother. Her sweet little pussy just drenched my cock with her excitement.”
“That’s because our woman is wonderfully dirty, just for us. Aren’t you, pet?”
“Oh, yes, Sir.” The sensations were swirling, and the joy of knowing she’d soon get what she wanted most nearly brought her to tears. “Please, Sir. I need you. I need you both so much!”
“Yes, pet, we know. You don’t have to beg. We’re yours.” His fingers left her back entrance, and he pressed against her anus with his condom-covered cock. Her anus began to open, and the burn became pain, sharp and direct. A pain that excited every erogenous zone and made her pussy clench the cock within it.
“Relax and take all of me.”
His words arrowed to her soul, and her body gave way and his hot cock slid past her sphincter and deep into her body.
“Oh! Oh, yes. Sir, that feels…”
Daniel tented her as his lips nuzzled the back of her neck. “Your ass is fucking wonderful. We’re going to fuck you now, wife, in tandem.”
They moved in her, a powerful rhythm of fucking that had one moving out and one moving in and her body never without a cock buried deep inside her. She couldn’t hold still, and when both men groaned in pleasure as she moved, she gave in to her body’s urging. Up then down, back, then in, she received them, held them, and made them her own. She submitted completely, and when their tethers snapped, when their hands gripped her, she laid herself open to them as they fucked her hard and fast and deep, as they triggered her orgasm and sent her, crying their names, into ecstasy.
Chapter Twenty
One month later
“You don’t think I’m being too rash?” Colleen looked in the mirror, at the woman who’d been an integral part of her life for more than a decade.
Ellie met her gaze in the mirror and shook her head in the negative. “It was the same way for me and my Steven. I took one look at him and somehow I knew he was meant to be mine.”
“I never imagined…” Colleen laughed then shook her head. “I never imagined any of this.”
“And I never imagined attending a collaring ceremony in a BDSM club.” Ellie’s grin was huge.
“Then I guess we’re all expanding our boundaries.”
“Oh, yes, indeed. Now, I do believe there are a couple of hot Doms out there, waiting for you.”
Colleen’s eyes widened. Through her laughter, she asked, “Hot Doms?”
“I’m sixty, my girl, not dead. My eyes work just fine, thank you very much. It’s time, love.”
Colleen and Ellie had had touching words between them earlier that morning, when the justice of the peace had come to the house—the house that had been her parents’ and now was Ellie’s—and performed the marriage rite for Colleen and Daniel. Ellie had balked at receiving title to the home, but Colleen had been adamant. After all, she was family.
Ellie would come each day to the home Colleen shared with her men and continue in her role as housekeeper. The bargain had been set.
Rob had stood as Daniel’s best man, and as she’d spoken her vows, she’d let him know she was speaking them to him, too.
Ellie hugged her then left the change room where she’d helped Colleen into her outfit—an outfit chosen for her by her Doms.
Wearing a bustier in white and gold, complemented by a white thong that just barely covered her now completely bare pussy, Colleen knew she looked good. In preparation for this ceremony, she’d spoken to three subs who were recent friends—Daisy Lyons, Jillian Jessop, and Marcia Estévez-Parrish.
Assured by everyone she now knew within the lifestyle that a collaring ceremony could be as individual as the people celebrating it, she and her Doms had planned their own.
Colleen thought it very likely the day would come when she’d be comfortable enough in her skin to appear naked, here. They’d come to the Lyon’s Den to play on a couple of occasions, so she understood that there really was no one true way to live and love in this community.
She let herself smile at the memory of her first visit here as a submissive. All she could think at the time was, thank God I didn’t see the club’s interior on that first visit. That was the visit where she’d come looking for her sister and Christopher Lyons had led her to his private lounge via the elevator outside the main club room.
Colleen sighed. Wearing only two pieces of clothing—and her wedding ring—her feet bare, she opened the door and walked toward her future.
She saw them instantly, of course, her two handsome Doms. When she approached, she slipped to her knees and then, because she wanted them to know how much she cherished them as her Doms, lowered herself even farther, arms outstretched out, face to the floor, the very vision of a prostrate slave. She held her position for a count of three then sat up into her usual position of presentment.
“Thank you, pet.” Daniel extended his hand, and she gave him hers. He helped her to her feet. When she looked into his eyes, she saw the pleasure her position of obeisance had g
iven him. Rob took her other hand in his and kissed it.
“That was beautiful, subbie.”
Colleen felt as if she’d done an amazing thing. Nothing in her personal life had ever given her a greater sense of pride.
Jillian and Daisy joined them, giving a nod of respect to Daniel and Rob. Then the two men led the way toward the back of the clubroom, where Christopher Lyons—Master Christopher, she reminded herself—awaited them. With the Master of the Lyon’s Den stood two doctors—Robert and David Jessop, Jillian’s husbands, who were also her Doms. Also waiting for them were Damion Quest and Chance Carter. Her sister, Mercy, stood with Ellie to the side.
This moment was hers, but she couldn’t help thinking about her little sister. She’d lost her sparkle, her spontaneity, and her pleasure in life. Damion and Chance were doing their best to bring her back. She’d ended her counselling sessions just two days before, declaring herself as healed as she was ever going to be.
Only time would tell if any vestige of the woman she’d been before her abduction could be found in the damaged soul she’d become. The only thing that gave Colleen hope was that Mercy loved her Doms.
They’d reached Master Christopher, and she, along with the submissives on either side of her, kneeled.
She kept her head bowed for a count of three and then looked up and met Master Christopher’s eyes.
“Colleen Duncan, do you willingly give yourself to these two Doms? Do you agree to submit to them and serve them, from this time forward? Will you obey them in all things according to your agreement and hold yourself exclusive for their pleasure, however they may define that?”
“Yes, Master Christopher, and I’m humbly delighted to do so.” This was the pledge the men had written for her. When they’d asked, she’d told them she was happy to have them also write their own pledges to her. But she’d had more she wanted to say, a few words she’d composed herself, and Master Christopher had kindly agreed to allow that.
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