“Does that feel good, Elena?”
“Yes, Master Grant.” Her body had done exactly what he’d said and immediately strived for another release.
“You amaze me.” She did? Elena struggled to open her eyes through the pleasure she was feeling. “I think we need to take things a little farther than I originally thought.”
Elena had a feeling that if she hadn’t been enjoying the bit of pain from the nipple clamps, she would have been embarrassed by his statement. Pain just clouded her judgment. Couldn’t he see that? She just wanted more.
“Your application said that you enjoyed anal play.” Grant left her side and walked back down to stand between her spread legs. “Let’s see if you like the bite of pain through a slightly larger plug that pulses and vibrates, shall we?”
Elena was on the verge of coming just from his words. Her asshole puckered, as if wanting to draw in whatever he put there. She didn’t have long to wait, as she felt something press against her back door. From the slant of the table and lack of energy, Elena couldn’t lift her head to see what he was holding. All she knew was that as it eased into her sphincter, her muscles gradually permitted the object to enter. As Grant pushed the plug in farther, her ring separated and started to burn. It felt euphoric.
“Receive it, Elena.”
As she did as instructed, Elena was surprised to find her body reaching for that pinnacle again. What size was that plug? It seemed to fill her to capacity and still want more room within her body. His finger brushed up against her clit, causing her to yell out.
“Would you like to come again, Elena?”
“Yes, Master! Please!”
“Ask for it,” Grant demanded.
“May I please come, Master Grant?”
“No.”
Ugh! Why wouldn’t he? He said to ask and she had. Elena thought she would split in two when Grant finally pushed the plug far enough inside of her that her sphincter closed around the base. Her ring felt like it was on fire and while she tried to move, nothing she did could suppress the raging inferno.
“Please, Master Grant, may I come?”
“No.”
She couldn’t raise her hips as his finger brushed over her clit with a razor’s touch. It was then that he engaged something that initiated the vibrations of the toy. He knew that it wouldn’t be enough to send her over, the bastard. It held her on the brink of release, but did not let her fall. Perspiration was forming on her body, while oxygen seemed to be lacking in the room.
“Please touch my clit, Master. Do something.”
“Vieni.” Grant must have come back around to the head of the table as his voice sent tremors through her ear. The minute that word left his mouth, he pulled on her weights, causing the clamps to pull down even farther on her nipples. She came with an explosion. “Very good, Elena.”
As Elena struggled to calm her racing heartbeat and even out her breathing, Grant surprised her with adding something else to the mix. How many times did he think she could actually come in a day? Elena started to shake her head, which unfortunately, he saw.
“Are you telling me I can’t do something?” Grant asked, as he went ahead and placed something over her clit. From the first pump, Elena knew what it was, for she’d seen one at the club. It was a clit sucker.
“No, Master Grant,” Elena whispered, shaking her head now for a different reason. “But I—”
She knew better than to finish that sentence, but it was too late.
“You will come as many times as I say you’ll come. We will be doing this all week, every afternoon, until you are able to come on command. The more you fight me, the more orgasms you shall receive.”
Elena bit her lip as the round tube pulled her clit into it like a vacuum. Grant squeezed the pump again, elongating her clit even further. He did that two more times until she cried out, and then he stopped. He closed it off and removed the hose, leaving only a vial that her clit was now trapped in. The pulling sensation was more than she could take.
“Master Grant, I can’t. I can’t. It’s too much.”
“Nothing is too much, my sweet Elena.” He must have flicked it with his finger, for the tube jolted and caused a shock to travel through her distended clit. She almost came on the spot. “Would you like to ask me something?”
There is no way, she thought. It was impossible for her to come again. A woman’s body wasn’t designed for this much pleasure, was it? Every part of her being seemed to be affected. Her nipples, her clit, her ass—what more could he do? It was then that Grant did the most unexpected thing. He kissed her tenderly.
Slowly, sensually, and controlling, Grant claimed her lips in a way that was so different from the animalistic way her body was feeling that it almost toppled her over, had it not been for his promise of punishment. While she adored pain, Elena only loved it when it involved pleasure as well. To receive pain for pain’s sake wasn’t enjoyable. Grant didn’t leave one inch of her lips untouched. She tried to reach up and grab ahold of his hair, wanting to feel his curls around her fingers, forgetting that her wrists were bound. He finally pulled away, allowing her to draw in air, which only reignited the multiple fires that were now embracing her body.
“I–I need to come, Master Grant.” Elena couldn’t believe he had her begging for a third orgasm.
She watched in anticipation as his hands rose above her, coming over her breasts and reaching for the weights attached to her clamps. He lifted them up, only to drop them, jerking her nipples to the side and sending sharp pinpricks of pain through her mounds. Her body prepared itself for another release, as shockwaves traveled through her.
“Vieni,” Grant whispered in her ear, for the first time making her believe that he would actually have her coming on his command. Maybe. His next word made her want to cry, but she never once thought of using her safe word. She wanted nothing more than to give herself up to him—to them. This was a start.
“Again.”
Chapter Eight
“Please, follow me.”
Elena followed the hostess but preceded Harrison and Grant into the most preeminent restaurant in town. The week had passed faster than Elena would have thought possible, and they were here to quietly commemorate their time together. She prided herself on not having used her safe word at any time during their scenes and shoved aside the fact that they hadn’t really pushed her. Was that on purpose? Elena didn’t know the answer and every day that passed with the same routine set her on edge more and more.
“You look stunning this evening,” Grant murmured in her ear, while he placed his hand on her lower back.
“Thank you.”
Elena turned her head, catching a glimpse of his hazel eyes that appeared dark with hunger. She knew the reason why, as right before she slipped on her dress, both men had made an appearance to her bedroom with accessories in hand—just not the kind she would have thought. Her nipples and clit still burned from where the clamps had been driven into them, all of which were connected with delicately formed chain links that were intermingled with chocolate diamonds. Though she was breathing hard at the time, even Elena had to admit the way the jewels caught the lighting of her bedroom was like seeing the stars twinkle above in the sky on a cloudless night.
“As you requested,” the hostess said, waving her hand to a table that had been placed directly in front of a window overlooking the city. Snowflakes were dancing in the air, looking just as alive as the streets below them. “Your waiter will be right with you.”
Harrison smiled his appreciation, oblivious to the fact the young girl was practically salivating. Knowing they would want her to be facing the patrons of the restaurant, Elena waited for Grant to pull her chair out and then as gracefully as she could, took a seat while shifting her skirt up over her hips. She did have to close her eyes for just a moment, as she had to shift slightly in order to adjust her clit clamp. If anyone had the opportunity to view below the tablecloth they would see her bejeweled clit clamped and ch
ain while she dripped. The delicious sparks of fire traveled inside her pussy, instigating a round of quivers that Elena knew wouldn’t be satisfied until later. She was hoping that would include what their new contract stated this afternoon. For now, she worried that their slightly elevated seating position on the perimeter of the restaurant offered the entire patronage the view she feared it might.
“Thank you, Master Grant,” Elena murmured for his ears alone. It triggered a smile and one that she returned.
This week had turned out more successful than she could have hoped. Although the days and nights were competitive, her emotions changed with each passing moment. Every morning, she would arrive in the dining room to find James sitting with Harrison and Grant, checking in to make sure everything was going as planned. Once he was satisfied with their affirmation, James would leave and she would shed the dress she’d chosen that morning. It didn’t get easier to walk around the house naked, for all the staff to see, but she was coming to accept that it pleased Harrison and Grant for her to do so. Her morning workout with Harrison remained unchanged, as well as her afternoons with Grant, although they were a lot more satisfying than lifting weights. She came to the conclusion that she’d had more orgasms over the course of this week than she’d had in her entire life. Their evenings were spent dining and then relaxing by the fire to discuss the day’s events. Despite Harrison’s threat to come up with another type of discipline, he stuck to the good old-fashioned spanking. Through the days, Elena found herself getting emotionally attached and that was starting to frighten her more than having her secret revealed.
Their server appeared, introducing himself, and while the men discussed which wine they were going to consume with the meal, Elena took a brief moment to look around the room. Even though it was Monday evening, there were a few people she recognized from the courthouse. Knowing that by tomorrow morning, the rumor mill would be bursting with stories of her sharing a meal with Harrison James and Grant Delport, Elena had prepared herself for this eventuality.
“See anyone you know?” Grant asked, leaning back and relaxing in his seat.
“A few acquaintances,” Elena replied, afraid to follow his motions, as her clamp would shift. “No one I’m worried about.”
“And why would you worry?” Harrison picked up his black cloth napkin and draped it across his lap. “Or did you expect this to be a nonissue by having already broken the contract?”
“Contrary to what you might think, I didn’t go into this wanting it to end before it even got started.” Elena picked up her napkin, taking her time unfolding the material. During the course of the week, they had spent time getting to know each other and where Grant seemed more receptive, Elena got the feeling that Harrison was holding himself back. Isn’t that calling the kettle black, she asked herself wryly. “I never would have sought out the services of Safeword LLC if that were the case.”
“Why did you?”
Elena gave a sardonic smile, as she’d been waiting for that question the entire week. Now, how to answer without giving too much away?
“Multiple reasons, I suppose.” Elena stopped speaking, as the server returned with their wine selection. She watched as Harrison swirled the small amount that had been poured into his glass, sniffed it and then took a sip. Giving his approval, the server then poured glasses for all three of them before taking his leave. “I love the lifestyle. I’m over thirty and want something other than the unemotional scenes that leave me wanting more. Why do other submissives go to Safeword LLC? Ms. Van Camp’s track record speaks for itself. So, I thought, why not me?”
“And having two men share you? It isn’t the norm, now is it?”
“I think it’s more common than society thinks it is, just as BDSM is. But people are restricted from sharing too much of their personal lives because that is what society calls for.”
“What are you hoping to take out of this?”
Harrison’s bold question took her by surprise. Was he asking what she felt for them? Elena couldn’t bring herself to say she cared for them, for that would give them too much information to hold over her. That was like handing the prosecution her key witness. It wasn’t going to be that easy. Although she had to admit, the past week had given her insight to what made them who they were, especially Grant. Hours and hours of being at his mercy, Elena had come to see exactly what type of man he was—patient, caring, warm, and giving. He only solidified her opinion when they were enjoying breakfast or a dinner, conversing about their day. As for Harrison, he was harder to read, but she caught glimpses of the kind of man he was throughout the week. Elena guessed that he was wary of exposing himself too much, and she couldn’t blame him. She suspected that he thought she was going to break their contract at some point.
“I’d like to see where the rest of our time takes us,” Elena answered truthfully.
“And if we push you too hard? Will you treat this contract like you do the scenes at the club? Will you safeword out and walk away, as if this meant nothing?” Harrison leaned forward and placed his hand on the table. He didn’t need to say anything, as she knew he expected her to give him her hand. Elena did, although fearful of what he was about to say. Was this dinner not to be used to celebrate their signing of the annex today? Was he calling a halt to everything before she had the chance to find out if they were truly the men for her? If so, why would they have signed the addition that James brought with him this afternoon? “Today’s contract takes things to a different level and don’t assume we take that lightly. Just know this, blossom—your safe word better be Calliope and not Monarch, so that we are given a chance to discuss your feelings. We all know that BDSM doesn’t always revolve around sex, but know that once we claim you intimately, that takes things to a whole other level.”
Elena could only nod her acceptance, hoping to hell she could do as he asked. The intensity on his face seemed to clear the path for his other emotions and Elena lost her breath as she realized he was just as affected by her as she was by him. Feeling Grant take her other hand, Elena squeezed both of their fingers, hoping to convey how much she appreciated their faith when her past decisions were in direct contrast.
“Elena?”
Shit. Please, no, Elena thought. Do not let it be my father standing in front of our table. Taking her eyes off of Harrison, who had already turned to see who had invaded their personal space, Elena looked up to see her father—Judge Richard Collins. She could have sworn her heart stopped for several beats. As she went to withdraw her hands from Harrison and Grant’s grasp, neither would allow her. She fought the urge to close her eyes and pretend this wasn’t happening.
“Richard.”
“Is there a reason you are broadcasting this public display with these two gentlemen? After what happened five years ago, I would think you would know better. Do you have any clue what this could do to your career?”
“You mean your career,” Elena said, revising his intended words. “And what I do in my private life is just that—private.”
“Not when you’re flaunting your…affairs…in public, young lady. Are they involved in—”
“My personal life is none of your business,” Elena replied in a low voice, noticing that people were starting to look their way.
“As you seem to be causing a scene,” Harrison said, finally releasing her hand and standing up from the table, “would you care to join us so that we might discuss this rationally in private?”
“No,” Elena said, yanking her fingers out of Grant’s grasp, “he can’t. And if you think you can get him to accept that we’re in a ménage relationship—”
“What I think is that we should start with introductions.” Harrison extended his hand. “My name is Harrison James and this is my business partner and friend, Grant Delport.”
Elena watched as her father reluctantly shook hands with them, only for the sake of appearances, she knew. She thought back, remembering the last time they spoke had to have been around eight months ago. And t
hat had been at a social function that neither could get out of.
“James and Delport? Aren’t you the co-owners of Jamesport Technology?”
“We are,” Harrison acknowledged. “Please, won’t you join us for dinner?”
“Do you realize what this could do to your business, if word leaks out that you are sharing my daughter?”
“We’re confident that our business will be just fine, Judge Collins,” Grant said after having come to his feet as well. “After all, we are all aware of how easy it is to spin a story in the public eye. Take for instance your brother’s affair. You were able to spin his adultery into a man seeking solace after having found out his wife had cheated on him. The truth of the matter was, she did no such thing. It’s amazing the things we do to protect our family name, isn’t it?”
Elena had never seen her father so caught off guard but didn’t know if that was a good thing or not. She, herself, was taken aback that they knew what kind of man her father was. They had done their research, or James Calihan had done it for them. Harrison and Grant definitely did not want to make an adversary out of her father. He wasn’t a moral man and she knew all too well what he was capable of. Unfortunately, Richard Collins thought his actions were justified all in the name of family.
“Now you listen to me, Mr. Delport. Elena is my daughter, whether she wants to acknowledge that fact or not. She isn’t allowed to flaunt her sexual preferences around like it’s a new fashion statement of the week. You do not want to make an enemy out of me. Are we clear?”
“Richard, the minute I was old enough to leave was the last day that you had any say over my life. Mother would have been ashamed of the man you turned out to be,” Elena said, looking up at a father she had once idolized. “I will be civil to you within our social circles, but anything else has been off the table for years. Don’t stand there and sound like an overprotective father, when all you’re doing is trying to maintain your image. Give the usual statement you always give when I’m a disappointment to you. What is that again? Oh, yes. I have no control over my daughter at this stage of her life. I just hope, for her sake, that she sees the errors of her ways.”
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