“Hmmm.” Elena made the sound, hoping that James bought that she was agreeing with him. It still hurt to hear Adam’s name. No matter how things had ended, she had loved him. Five years had given her a little clarity though, and she had been able to forgive him for not being the man she needed. “He was too young.”
“Here we are,” James announced, pulling up to a black wrought-iron gate. “Like I said earlier, you are to call me if things don’t work out. I will be available.”
Although Elena was saying a mantra in her head reassuring herself that James would not be able to find out anything regarding her relationship with Adam, she couldn’t help but be sidetracked by the mansion in front of her. She’d grown up around money, so was in no way intimidated by wealth, but the sight before her was mind blowing. Located in Lake Forest, the mansion appeared to be a scene from a painting with its snow-covered lawn and flurries caught in the dim golden lighting surrounding a house with white pillars that followed the length of the large entryway. It was breathtaking.
Slowly, James glided the vehicle through the lightly covered drive after having been allowed access, leaving tire marks in their tracks. So this was it. The moment she’d been waiting for. Elena took a deep breath, hoping it would calm her jangled nerves. Forget the past, she told herself. Forget everything but what these two men could offer her. Grant said it this afternoon—she just needed to have the courage to grab hold of that brass ring and let them lead her through this.
James had already pulled the town car up to the front entryway and let the vehicle run idle as he opened his door. He came around, freeing her from the back seat. Cold air immediately hit her ankles and seemed to wrap itself around her calves, making its way up her legs. Seeing as she was wearing nothing underneath except a corset, her clit responded to the chill with a deep ache. There was nothing that would stem the flow of juices that had started earlier in the day with the discovery of who her Doms would be.
“I’ll see you in and check back with you tomorrow.” James placed a hand on her elbow, leading her up the steps to a large white door that could have been made for a giant. “You’ll find that I will check in somehow, someway, every day over the next week to make sure the contract is being fulfilled properly.”
“Thank you, James,” Elena murmured, as he rang the doorbell. She felt security in his tenacity, notwithstanding the fact that he thought she was hiding something. He would still do his job. “I do appreciate it.”
“Regardless of what you may think, Ms. Conti, I am fond of you.”
The door opened to reveal Grant, preventing her from commenting on James’s unexpected announcement. It quickly left her mind as she took in the man before her. He must have just gotten out of the shower, as the ends of his hair were damp, causing them to curl a little more than usual. Elena loved how his hazel eyes took her in from head to toe, as if she wasn’t wearing a coat at all. She couldn’t have recited what was said between him and James and eventually found herself standing in the foyer alone with Grant.
“I’ll give you a tour later,” Grant said, taking a step back. His feet were shoulder length apart and his arms beckoning her to enter. He wore one of the pairs of leather pants he seemed to favor at the club and a black shirt that had a couple buttons located at the top of the neck, more for effect than anything. This was a man she could handle. “Right now, I’d like to look over what we’ve been given. Drop the coat.”
Elena knew better than to hesitate. After all, she’d been involved in the lifestyle for a while now. Placing her purse on the marble floor inside the entrance, she hoped she didn’t leave a mark. The pristine white was immaculately spotless. She briefly wondered if any of the staff were still here, but knew that it wouldn’t matter. Grant and Harrison could show her off to anyone they liked. With hands that weren’t quite as steady as she would have hoped for, Elena unbuttoned her last remnant of security. Pushing it off her shoulders, she let the heavy blended-wool material fall to the floor. Although the entryway was warm, the air still felt cool as it brushed over her nipples. They hardened into pebbles.
“Very nice, Elena.” Grant motioned with his finger for her to turn around. She did so, hoping not to stumble in the black high heels they had left for her to wear. Once she was facing him, Grant issued his first order. “Lean against the door.”
“What?”
“Do I need to repeat myself?”
“No. I apologize, Master Grant.” Perplexed, but wanting to make sure she started off on the right foot, Elena did as she was told. The door was cold, causing her to wince. What he said next drove the coolness right out of her skin.
“You’ll find shortly that Harrison prefers to use implements, whereas I love to control a sub’s ability to orgasm. I will train you over the next week to come on my command. I take pleasure from your pleasure, as there is something so fulfilling about seeing our submissive pleading for a release, whether deserved or not. There will be times that you’ll be denied just because I require it. And then there are those times when you won’t be able to give me enough. So, from this point on, you will come only when I say the word vieni. It means come in Italian. I thought it seemed fitting due to your heritage.” A wave of euphoria washed over her. Grant’s word immediately had an effect on her body, as she loved handing control over to a truly Dominant man. Elena had never had a Dom so specific in regards to her finding her pleasure within a scene, but found it downright erotic. She didn’t have the heart to tell him that she didn’t think it would be possible to come on demand though. “As a gift for your first evening here, you are to touch yourself until you come.”
“What?” Elena must have heard wrong. He wanted her to masturbate at the front door? She looked around, seeing if Harrison was watching from a distance.
“Are you having trouble hearing tonight, Elena?” Grant said in a stern voice. Okay, so maybe she’d read him wrong. He liked control. That she could handle. Right? “This is your one and only opportunity I will give you to have an orgasm without my command.”
What was she, a dog? For crying out loud, Grant really didn’t believe that she could be trained to come just because he told her to, could he? Elena quickly thought through this scenario and figured she might as well take it. She never had a problem with masturbating. Honestly, it was the only way she could come, because the scenes she participated in just left her wanting. Separating her legs, Elena immediately touched her clit and closed her eyes in pleasure.
“Stop.”
“You said—”
“I know what I said. Start with your breasts.”
Elena reluctantly slid her fingers away from her clit. When she masturbated at home, she only ever touched her nipples for one reason and she didn’t want him to know why. He’d think she was some type of pain slut, and she wasn’t. Right? Elena had thought maybe with him watching, she’d be able to come with just touching her clit. Now, she knew there wouldn’t be a problem whatsoever.
“I can see the lines around your eyes and mouth that you aren’t pleased with my request. That’s fine. If you choose not to take my gift, please just remember it was offered.”
“No, no,” Elena protested, shaking her head. “I just—I mean, I’d like your gift, Master Grant.”
“You have three minutes.”
“What?” Elena was starting to feel like that was the only word she knew. The scenes at the club were never like this. They were short and to the point. She knew what she was getting. This—well, she knew she’d signed on for a more extreme living situation and truly wanted it, but it hit her she might need time to adjust. Working in the field she did, Elena could think of nothing better than to come home to two Dominant men and allowing them to make decisions for her. She didn’t want the responsibility of anything more than the thought of pleasing them. So, she better get to it, Elena thought. “Yes, Master Grant. Three minutes.”
Elena quickly brought her fingers up to her nipples, rolling them in between her index finger and thumb. It was a g
ood thing she was leaning against the door, as she hadn’t considered the sensitivity of her breasts after having gone all day thinking about what would happen this evening. Elena bit her lip as she squeezed them a little harder, loving the bite of pain. She closed her eyes as she pulled on them, wanting that feeling she knew only a nipple clamp could give.
“Two minutes.”
Her eyes flew open. Elena caught herself before she could shout another What? Had she really been standing there for sixty seconds playing with her nipples? Knowing she had better hurry, she released her right nipple and let her hand travel down to her clit. My God, she was soaked. Her juices had covered her entire pussy, making it easier for her fingers to slide over her sensitive nub. She moaned, loving how good it felt, as her eyes drifted shut again. Needing more, Elena separated her legs farther apart. Using the pads of her fingers, she started out with a circular motion. She never stopped tugging on her left nipple, although she added a harder pinch to the mix. Yes, she thought, a little bite of pain. It felt so good.
“One minute.”
No. She was so close. Would he really stop her if she ran out of time? Somewhere in the back of her mind, Elena knew the answer was yes. Had she really thought that he’d be easy to handle? The tenderness that his hazel eyes portrayed was deceiving. Pushing that thought to the back of her mind, Elena concentrated solely on pleasuring herself. She kept rubbing her fingers across her clit, faster and faster, striving for that zenith.
“Thirty seconds.”
What? Was there a clock with a second hand above her head? His counting down was distracting her. She tried to close him out and focus on what she was doing. She gathered more cream from her dripping pussy and then tightened her fingers on her nipple. She knew what it would take to send her over, but again, didn’t want Grant to see.
“Fifteen seconds.”
Please, she told her body, please just come. Elena fixated on her clit, now practically rubbing it raw. She was so close. Maybe he wouldn’t notice if she yanked on her nipple. She peeked through her lashes, seeing that Grant’s attention was one hundred percent focused on her. Who the hell was she kidding?
“Five seconds.”
Fuck it. Elena grabbed a hold of her nipple and twisted. The pain sent her toppling over the edge. Tingles shot straight up her inner thighs as if everything coiled in her clit and seemed to explode. Miniscule pinpricks of light flashed behind her closed eyes as her hearing faded. It was a damn good thing he’d had her lean against the door or she would have fallen to the marble floor.
Elena finally let her hands fall to her side, trying to catch her breath. She slowly opened her eyes, wary of what she would see on Grant’s face. Would he say something about her need to have pain in order to come? Would this prove to him that there was no way in hell he would ever be able to train her body to come with just a word?
“Follow me.”
That was it? He wasn’t going to say anything? She watched as Grant turned and started walking through a doorway to her left. Elena felt a twinge of neglect inside of her over the fact that he hadn’t walked over to touch her. She needed his touch, especially after what had just happened. She inhaled some much-needed oxygen, buying a little bit of time. Unable to help herself, Elena gave a quick glance around. The circular staircase was grand, as it wrapped around the entirety of the foyer. The numerous black spindles that followed the staircase were in direct contrast with the white floor and tall walls, making for an elegant view. Knowing she’d be here for at least two months—at least she hoped so—she’d be able to see more of this luxurious residence later. Elena made sure to catch up with Grant and follow two steps behind. She was starting to feel like herself again.
“Ah, there’s my little blossom.”
Elena almost slammed into Grant’s back due to him stopping in the middle of the room. She’d heard Harrison’s voice and had lost track of everything else. They were in what looked like some type of library, but the room was shaped into an octagon. The dark wood seemed to add an intimacy within the walls, although there were four separate hallways that veered away from the room. It was hard to see where they led, due to the fact the only light in the room was coming from a large built-in fireplace. She looked around for Harrison. He was sitting in a rather large chair that had plenty of room, similar to the loveseat in her apartment. Wearing nothing but a pair of jeans and a smile, Elena was taken aback by how her body immediately responded to his. She couldn’t help but notice the button on his jeans was undone. It was like she didn’t have an orgasm just minutes prior. He smiled and she knew she was in trouble.
“Welcome home.”
Chapter Five
Harrison placed one arm on top of the overly large chair, hoping to convey patience. He’d heard every miniscule sound that escaped her lips from the foyer, and while he would have liked nothing better than to have her over his knee the minute she’d walked through the door, he knew that Grant deserved his time with Elena as well. His cock was hard enough to pound nails, but that wouldn’t deter him from his plans. Their sub always came first, and Elena’s training was forthright in their minds.
“Blossom, did you do your homework before arriving?”
“Yes, Sir,” Elena replied, standing to the left of Grant with her hands clasped in front of her.
Harrison spared his best friend a glance and could tell right away that something had happened to pique his interest. He’d make sure they had a few moments alone later on to discuss each other’s findings. One of the things that he and Grant loved in regards to sharing a sub was that between the two of them, they rarely missed an expression or emotion that passed over their sub’s face. Elena telegraphed her emotions through every facial movement and especially her eyes. It was like watching a play on a stage. All you had to do was pay attention.
“Stand in front of me while you explain to me the difference between discipline and punishment.”
Harrison was very satisfied to see she didn’t have to be told how to stand. Elena immediately placed her feet shoulder width apart, shoulders back with her hands clasped right above her buttocks. Her breasts would fit perfectly in his hands, but that would have to wait. They had things that needed clarification.
“Begin.”
“Discipline is used to maintain my training and teach me the proper behavior you require of me as your submissive. Punishment is reserved for something that I would do willingly to displease you.”
Harrison remained quiet, as did Grant, who had walked over to the couch and taken a seat. Would she catch her mistake? Elena was correct in her definition, and to him, there was a very distinct separation. It was imperative that she distinguish between them as well. He hid a smile as recognition dawned on her face as to what she forgot.
“Sir Harrison.”
“Very good, blossom. I’ve decided that after dinner each evening, we will go over your infractions. It will be my choice as to which implement I use to enforce your discipline. As promised, this evening I require a more intimate setting for your chastisement. But before you arrange yourself over my legs to receive your spankings, shall we discuss your transgressions?”
“Yes, Sir.” Although Elena didn’t hesitate in her answer, the tight lines around her mouth were a dead giveaway she wasn’t happy about her upcoming correction. That made it all the more delicious. “I should have been more respectful at our earlier appointment, Sir.”
“In what way?” Harrison wanted to ensure that she was well aware that he wouldn’t tolerate disrespect. “Be specific, Elena.”
“I didn’t greet you as graciously as I should have upon finding out who Ms. Van Camp placed me with, Sir.”
“Go on.”
“I forgot to use your title as we left the office. Sir.”
“If I remember correctly, you also said that it wasn’t fair of Kennedy to only offer you one placement. Wouldn’t that be considered to be somewhat disloyal?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Harrison could see how
much Elena’s agreement cost her by the tension around her eyes. He liked that she had fire underneath her exterior and was having more fun than he would have thought. Her nipples pursed as she continued to discuss her transgressions. Harrison surprised himself earlier today when Elena had basically given him an out, questioning his need for another submissive beside her. He didn’t take it. He’d answered honestly, saying that he was looking forward to having her underneath his whip. And he was. Why his change of heart, he couldn’t be sure. But after seeing her reaction to them, Harrison didn’t want it to end.
“Did you also question Master Grant’s orders a while ago?”
“Yes, but—” Harrison raised his eyebrow, effectively cutting her off. “Yes, Sir.”
“So again, it comes down to respect. You may lay yourself over my legs now. Palms flat on the floor. Your toes will touch the carpet as well, turning inward, and are not to move from their spot. Are we clear?”
“Y–yes, Sir.”
Elena’s stutter was a clear indication that she was more nervous than she let on. Her skin took on a light sheen as her pulse quickened in her neck. Regardless, she closed the gap between them and draped herself over his legs. Harrison was glad that she was concentrating on getting into position, as he had to close his eyes and savor the warmth of her body. The heat from her abdomen soaked into his denim. He could just imagine how hot her pussy would feel around his cock, but knew that that would have to wait lest he poke a hole through her.
Harrison didn’t move to assist her, allowing Elena to figure out the most comfortable position across his lap. While he loved his whip, flogger, and cane, nothing offered the same intimacy of an old-fashioned hand spanking. Her ass was high in the air, her body impeccably placed to receive her discipline. Her breath hitched when he used the tip of his finger to follow her crevice down to her wet pussy and back again.
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