“After breakfast, you will come with me to the gym, where we will do a light workout together. Once I am satisfied with your efforts, you will retire back to your room and prepare yourself to join Master Grant for his particular training that he’s so fond of.” Harrison stopped speaking, causing her to discontinue drinking out of her mug. “Is there a reason you’ve stopped eating?”
“Uh, no, Sir.” Elena quickly picked up the fork and shoveled another bite of food into her mouth.
“As I was saying, once Master Grant is satisfied with your progress, you’ll have the afternoon to yourself. As we mentioned, although we don’t have to run into the office, we do have some work to do.” Elena knew from people at the club that they owned some sort of technology company. While she wasn’t too well versed in that area of business, she did know they had a solid reputation. She forced herself to take another bite, although it felt like a boulder sliding down her throat. “Please use your time to reflect on any feelings you may have regarding our time together and we’ll talk about it over dinner.”
Elena wasn’t sure she was comfortable with that, but nodded her head anyway. After doing a scene at the club, the Doms never wanted to talk about anything of importance. She kind of liked that, as she didn’t have to explain herself or delve too deep into what she was feeling. Harrison and Grant were the total opposite and she feared they would see through her veil.
“After dinner and hearing what your responses are to our questions, we will then decide how the evening will be spent.” Harrison reached over to her plate and picked up the fork she had set down in lieu of her coffee. Sliding the fork underneath some of the scrambled eggs, he slowly lifted the utensil to her mouth. Parting her lips, Elena took what he offered. His blue eyes darkened and she caught her first glimpse of his hunger. She had trouble swallowing, but this time it had nothing to do with not wanting to eat and everything to do with her reaction to his heat. “Evenings are when I like to play. Would you like to play with me, blossom?”
And just like that, Elena was caught up in his spell. That previous feeling of hope returned, solid in its faith that Harrison and Grant were the ones to give her what she needed. They hadn’t mentioned her scars, they hadn’t brought up last night and her past, and they hadn’t said a thing to James. She let herself drown in Harrison’s blue eyes for the first time and extended that trust she spoke of last night.
“Yes, Sir Harrison. I would like to play with you.”
Chapter Seven
“I’ve got that conference call regarding our new application software with Owen and Landon,” Harrison said, walking into the room. “I have a feeling I might know who is in the process of taking over Lisa Winthrop-Zanier’s father’s company.”
“Owen and Landon? Fuck. Why would they go after his company? Are you going to give Kennedy a heads up?” Grant had been standing in their dungeon room, studying the various implements he could use to start Elena’s training. Always have a plan and study your subject for subtle signals to adapt your plan to maximize training—BDSM 101. She should be arriving at any moment, and now he found himself distracted.
“I might plant a bug in her ear, but only with their permission. They know Kennedy well enough to know she’d be discreet with the information. But it’s better for Kennedy to hear it from us so she can find a way to deal with the situation with Lisa than it is for her to find out another way and rat them out, not knowing what their goal is.”
Grant walked to where Harrison stood, knowing damn well his best friend didn’t want to talk about work. He was down here for one reason only, and that was Elena. He knew Harrison well enough to know that Harrison had to work through things in his mind before he could put it into words. Since their parents had run in the same circles, Grant and Harrison had gone to boarding school together, supported each other through college, and started what they thought would be a small company to keep them busy. They hadn’t expected it to take off in the magnitude that it did, but they’d always loved a challenge and it seemed only fitting that their partnership extend to that of sharing a submissive. They were more brothers than friends.
“How did her workout go this morning?” Grant asked, steering Harrison toward the topic he knew he wanted to discuss.
“Fine.” Harrison walked over to the wall, where his favorite whip was hanging from a hook. He stroked the four-foot, tightly braided signal whip. It was made of the finest kangaroo leather and had been custom-made for his natural reach. Grant was well aware that Harrison spent hours a week practicing on various objects, from plants and trees, to sheets of paper and tissue. His priority was always to his sub and that hadn’t changed. But Elena’s scars might impact Harrison’s passion. “I kept her reps light, wanting to build on her muscle mass. She’s too thin, and for now, I don’t want her losing calories.”
“Agreed.” Grant leaned up against the spanking bench and crossed his arms, patiently waiting for Harrison to get to the point. Maybe he’d start him talking if he told him what happened in the foyer yesterday. “I never did get the chance to tell you what happened last night.”
“I knew something had taken place by the look in your eyes,” Harrison replied, finally turning around.
“I gave her three minutes to come, by her own hand. I figured if Elena couldn’t do it within that time constraint, then I would work on the ease in which I expect her to come. If she came too soon, then obviously I would work on her control before training her to come on command.”
“And? Which one was it?”
“Neither.” Grant allowed his answer to sink in. When he knew he had Harrison’s interest, he gave him the details. “She was on the brink the entire time. It wasn’t until the last five seconds that Elena caved in to what she needed most.”
“Pain,” Harrison said, following up on his sentence and clueing Grant in on the fact that he already knew. “I figured it out when she was over my knee. The longer the spanking wore on, the wetter she became. Her body yearns for something that she can’t wrap her mind around.”
“Do you think that is why she safewords out before things become too intense? Or do you think it has to do with her scars?”
“I honestly don’t have a clue. I did some research last night on domestic abuse. She doesn’t fit the profile, but yet, there’s something we’re missing. She doesn’t have a low self-esteem. If anything, she’s a very confident woman and very comfortable with her sexuality. She might have been uncomfortable with her nudity in front of the staff, but she handled it well. Elena shows no signs of depression. According to James, there’s nothing in her background that indicates unexplained hospital visits or bruises that couldn’t be explained away at work. She doesn’t flinch if someone moves too fast. She handles scenes well, from the paddle, flogger or even a cane. Although, I’ve never witnessed her in a scene with a Dom who used a whip.”
“You’re thinking she’s telling the truth? That whatever happened was an accident?”
“No.” Harrison looked around the room as if the answers lay within. “And you don’t either. She’s hiding something. Since she’s our submissive, it’s our job to ensure her safety and that’s not just the physical. We need to make sure she’s mentally prepared for this lifestyle we have chosen, especially if she turns out to be the submissive we want a permanent relationship with.”
“Then we have our work cut out for us. She’s very strong willed.” Grant pushed himself off the bench and stood, more than ready for the challenge ahead. Apparently, so was Harrison. “She’s growing on you.”
“That’s not a question.”
Grant laughed. “It wasn’t meant as a question.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? It’s not like you to hold back on something you want.”
“Elena intrigues me.” Grant knew Harrison had figured it out over the weekend. “We had already contacted Kennedy regarding a possible permanent placement and I didn’t want to fuck that up. But Elena…I don’t know, Harrison. There’s something about her t
hat intrigues me. There’s that look she gets when she allows herself to enjoy a scene that I can’t get enough of because she shuts it down every damn time. When she would show up at the club, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She’s got this hypnotic aura with her exotic features, dark hair, and chocolate eyes.”
“Caramel.”
“What?”
“They remind me of those salted-caramel candies that your grandmother used to keep on the kitchen counter.”
“Am I interrupting, Master?” Elena asked as she appeared in the doorway, preventing Grant from responding. She stood there and he could still see her apprehension regarding her state of dress—or lack thereof. Her eyes were aimed directly at him and he could see exactly what Harrison was talking about. They were a soft brown, almost as if they contained a golden hue. But it was the use of his title that had his cock stirring. “I can come back if—”
“No, Elena. Harrison and I were just discussing business.”
Harrison walked up to her and lifted her heart-shaped face up to his. He brushed a kiss across her lips. Grant noticed that Elena didn’t close her eyes, instead watching Harrison. What was she looking for? The moment passed and Harrison stepped away.
“Enjoy your session, blossom. A tip that I rarely give about your upcoming training—the more you beg, the more likely Master Grant will permit you to come. He loves to hear the pleas fall off of your enflamed lips.”
Harrison shot Grant a smile as he walked out of the dungeon, knowing full well that everything he said was true. Harrison didn’t understand Grant’s penchant for controlling a woman’s orgasm, just as he didn’t comprehend why Harrison got enjoyment out of his whips. But together, they made one hell of a team. Harrison liked to up the stakes though, once in a while giving away Grant’s desire to hear a woman plead for her release. It was rare that once she reached that state that he would say no, unless she’d done something to really displease him. His only saving grace right now was that Elena didn’t know if Harrison was setting her up or not. His next order would only enforce her trepidation.
“Go climb up on the table near the back right wall, my sweet Elena. It’s time to start your training.”
* * * *
Elena hesitantly climbed up on the table that reminded her of a gynecologist’s exam table. Granted, this one was more comfortable with a padded black leather top, but the connotation was still there. Without a word, Grant placed a thick strap over her abdomen and pelvic bone, effectively keeping her bound to the table. She looked up at him for reassurance, wondering how this would help in her training, which she was doubtful would work anyway. He offered her little attention, going to work on her wrists. Coming to a stop at the end of the table, he made sure each leg rested on long padded leg rests that bent at her knees. Once he seemed confident that she was comfortable, he then fastened her thighs with wide straps and repeated the motions with her ankles. When the table started to tilt slightly, Elena couldn’t help but let out a yelp and dig her nails into the unforgiving leather.
“Don’t worry, my sweet Elena. I’m just raising your pussy up slightly so that I have full access.”
Elena wanted to reply with and you don’t have access with how spread wide open I am right now, but refrained. She didn’t know how Grant would react to such disrespect and didn’t want to test the waters when she couldn’t move. He had to see how swollen her clit was after last night. Yes, he’d instructed her to come, but after Harrison’s spanking and this morning having to sit and eat breakfast naked, Elena badly needed another orgasm. What did he have planned? Whatever it was, as long as it involved giving her orgasms, she was all for it.
Grant bent down, out of her line of vision, and Elena tensed. She felt foolish when he stood back up, holding a bottle of lubricant. Now this was the type of training she could handle. Elena watched as he held it above her pussy and let it drip down. She felt it hit her clit and had to close her eyes as the cool liquid coated her labia. Oh my, but that felt fantastic.
“Last night, you couldn’t achieve release until you twisted your nipple, adding pain to the mix.”
Elena’s eyes popped open. “That’s not true. I could have come if you’d given me more time. I just did that because—”
Smack.
“Oh!” He just smacked her bare pussy with his hand. While her body jerked, he had her lower area so securely fastened that she wasn’t able to move at all. Her clit swelled even more, giving him all the proof he needed that she responded to pain. Damn. He obviously noticed if his smile was anything to go by.
“There are many different methods of discipline and if you don’t start to remember our titles, I’m sure Harrison and I can come up with one that will force you to remember. As this rate, I will start to think discipline is not enough and that you are willingly trying to displease us. That would call for punishment, and I assure you, it won’t be something you will take pleasure in.”
“I’m sorry, Master Grant,” Elena said, her voice breathless as she was still trying to compute the pain radiating from her pulsating core. “If you’d let me explain, I—”
“Do you think that needing a bit of pain makes you different?”
Elena wasn’t sure how to answer that. As they had been talking, he’d poured an additional amount of lubricant in the palm of his hand and was now smearing it over every inch of her pussy. The firm press of his palm felt wonderful and if Elena could have lifted her hips into his touch, she would have. Unfortunately, all she could do was lay there and feel. What were they talking about?
“Every submissive is different. They have different wants, different needs, and different responses. The only thing I am going to ask of you this afternoon is that you do not come without my permission. If you feel your body on the verge of coming, I want you to ask me. By week’s end, my saying the word vieni will be the same as you adding that bite of pain to fuel the raging fire that is your orgasm.”
Elena’s breath rushed in and out as she struggled to think on what he was saying. Different needs? How would he feel if her secret was ever revealed? Would he look upon her the same way he did now? She didn’t just want a bite of pain. Elena needed it to encompass her. All thought fled from her mind as his calculated rhythm started to awaken her nerves that had been given relief last night.
“Feel my touch, my sweet Elena.” Grant slid a finger in each of her folds, stroking her clit on either side in an upward and downward motion. Her nipples puckered, wanting to feel the pinch of his fingers, but he did nothing but massage her engorged clit. “Let it take you to the edge.”
Elena held back a whimper. She looked at him through her lashes, seeing him standing between her legs and concentrating on her face. What did he see? She wanted to move, to grind her pussy into his hands, but he kept his touch light and started using subtle circular motions. It was maddening. Wait. Harrison had said something before he left the room. Should she beg him for an orgasm? Would he know to twist her nipple or somehow escalate her path to relief?
“Master Grant, please,” Elena whispered.
“There is no pleading here, Elena. This is training. Forget what Sir Harrison said. You will take what I give you, how I give it to you, with no choice but to submit. Would you like an orgasm? I’m sure you would. But this is about bringing your body to that place where all it needs is a push, whether from pain or pleasure, and having you wait for my command. Let me show you.”
Grant used his two fingers and gradually pressed them together, her clit caught in the middle. At first, it felt good. As he continued to clench his fingers, a slight ache started to form, giving her what she usually craved. It took her to the edge and while she only needed Grant to pinch her clit a little harder, he kept her hanging there instead.
“Master Grant, please. I need to come,” Elena said, unable to hold back. Her breasts now felt full, while her pussy quivered in need. She wasn’t aware that she’d even closed her eyes until she felt his warm breath against her ear as her own lips parted a
nd the tip of her tongue appeared. He must have walked up the side of the table, without removing his hand from her pussy. He ratcheted up the pressure, giving her what she needed. Her muscles started to contract, while her clit exploded.
“Vieni,” Grant whispered in her ear. Elena was so thankful that he’d given her an orgasm, that she didn’t have the heart to tell him that saying that word had done nothing for her. “Let’s start again.”
Elena’s eyes popped open. Again? Was he kidding?
“Since you seem to favor pain and that appears to be the quickest route of having you find release, let’s try something.” Grant walked away, only to come back with something in his hand. He held them up for her to see and immediately her nipples hardened to the point that he wouldn’t have to get them ready. “I see you like the idea. These are alligator nipple clamps that allow for additional weights to be attached, and there is of course the bite of the teeth which you will appreciate.”
Extending her right nipple slightly, Grant engaged the first clamp. The initial tightening of the scissor jaws immediately sent a burn traveling down to her pussy. He did the same to the other nipple, but it wasn’t until he added a silver elongated weight to a ring secured to each clamp that Elena gasped, struggling to find oxygen. It was a heady experience, having the slick silver weight skate against the side of her breasts while the ruthless clamps tried to pull her nipples in opposite directions.
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