Dare to Submit [Safeword LLC 2] (Siren Publishing Sensations)

by Peyton Elizabeth

  Elena was grateful that Mr. Delport changed the subject. However, his phrasing of the question was so direct and probing she wondered at its portent. She really didn’t want to delve too deeply into her family’s plight. She was unaware what Grant may have told his father about hers. In the back of her mind, she did ponder what her father was doing, but they’d long since stopped getting together for the holidays. She spent the next half hour discussing work and some of the more interesting cases she’d been involved with, carefully avoiding any reference to the judge. When the rest of the family returned, they all retired to the living room where Mr. Delport started a fire. Conversation turned to mundane things, which gave Elena a chance to sit back and enjoy the evening.

  “Are you doing okay?”

  Grant had leaned into Elena and whispered the question in her ear. Not looking at him because she didn’t want him to know what she was really thinking, Elena nodded her head, pretending to listen to the conversation around her. Was she okay? That was a good question. All that was spinning through her mind was that she was sinking deeper into an emotional vat. How would she react when they really pushed her limits? Elena found herself wishing they wouldn’t.

  Chapter Twelve

  Weeks passed and Elena found herself falling into a welcoming routine. Christmas was a few days away and no mention of her father, Adam Nichols, or her past had passed their lips. Grant and Harrison had added new things to the mix, some good and some bad, but overall nothing she couldn’t handle. Elena found that she was appreciative, although a part of her longed for their Dominant nature to push past her barriers.

  “Did you have fun today?”

  Elena focused on Grant as Harrison removed her blindfold. Grant was coming toward her with an object in his hand that appeared to be attached to a pole of some sort. She immediately forgot his question as realization dawned. It was a dark metal rod with a large black dildo affixed to it. She looked up at her wrists, which were encased in red fur-lined cuffs attached to chains hanging down from the ceiling. A shot of adrenaline went through her, wondering what they had planned for her this evening.

  “Has Harrison been slacking on your discipline?”

  Elena brought her head down to meet Grant’s gaze. Shit. She’d been so wrapped up in trying to figure out what was going to happen that she completely forgot to answer him. She struggled to remember what he’d asked. Shopping. He’d asked her how her day went with his mother.

  “No, Master. I mean, yes, Master, I did have fun today.” Elena looked over to where Harrison had moved to looking at the implements on the wall. She tried not to panic when he paused to look at the whips.

  “Look at me.”

  Grant’s deep voice had her eyes swinging back to his. He looked potent in his black leather pants with a matching vest. “What did you buy?”

  “Buy?” Elena couldn’t help but notice that Harrison was still standing in front of the whips. “Um, presents, Master. I bought you and Sir presents for Christmas.”

  “I did some shopping today as well,” Grant said, holding up the intimidating contraption for her to see. It looked wicked, and she could see the dim light shining off of the lubricant he’d coated onto the huge black phallus with attached bulging scrotum. “I thought this would complement our scene this evening. Spread your legs.”

  Elena was in the middle of the dungeon, with her wrists bound to the chains above her. Granted, her elbows were slightly bent, but she knew that if she spread her legs, the tension would grow. Not having a choice, she did as Grant requested, shifting her feet outward inch by inch.

  “Good. Now lift up on your toes.”

  Elena pushed herself up on her tiptoes. Grant knelt and without touching her, he eased the unusually large dildo into her opening. He situated the rod into the stand to his liking, making sure the weighted base was sturdy enough for the undulation she would undoubtedly be doing. She already wanted to move her hips, needing to adjust to the overwhelming filling sensation. He had only placed it halfway inside of her.

  “Lower yourself.”

  Elena eased herself down on the bottom of her feet. She got what she wanted as the dildo slid farther inside of her, stretching her to the point where it was almost too much. She couldn’t prevent her hips from moving forward just a bit. Her clit was feeling neglected. Why wouldn’t he touch her?

  “Did I say you could fuck yourself?”

  “No, Master,” Elena said, almost breathless. Her arms were now straight, with her legs spread apart. When he reached for the cuff around her ankle, she could have cried. He was going to take away her ability to fuck herself. “Please, Master.”

  “That’s what I’m aiming to do, my sweet Elena,” Grant replied, his hazel eyes on her pussy. “Your clit is rather swollen, but nowhere close to the size I want it to be. You’ll get much more pleasure once Harrison gives you what you need.”

  Elena’s swung her gaze over to Harrison, trying to seek out what implement he was going to use. Was this the moment? Was this where she would safeword out and lose everything she’d ever wanted? Grant’s warm finger measured her skin in the cuff, confirming it wasn’t too tight. She then heard the click of the clip against the chain and knew he’d taken away her ability to move. He shifted to her other side, where he did the same to her other ankle. She was truly held captive on a massive black cock.

  “I see you like the way that sounds. Your pussy juice is leaking down your new present. By the way, it is fully customized with an adjustment valve. All I need to do is attach this bulb pump to the valve and give it a few pumps like so.”

  The dildo swelled to an even more impressive size, impaling her from the inside out. Her pussy was swift to lubricate the intrusive monster, her juices streaming down around the sac and dripping on the base.

  “Maybe we’ll have you lick it clean when we’re done.”

  When Harrison turned toward them, Elena felt her breath quicken in response to what he might be holding. Her tense muscles gave way just a bit when she saw that he held a flogger in his hands. Okay, she thought. She could handle the flogger. Right? She looked into Harrison’s face and saw a severe hunger in the depth of his blue eyes. He was shirtless, while wearing his favorite well-worn jeans, unbuttoned at the top. His appearance was in total departure from his character—very deceiving.

  “What’s your safe word?”

  Harrison’s words startled her. “Calliope, Sir.”

  “This is the first scene where we’ve had major impact play. You will not be blindfolded or gagged, for I want to hear what you feel.” Harrison walked around her as he spoke, while she noticed Grant walked several feet away. He stood with his legs shoulder width apart and his arms crossed. Would he just be observing? “Your hard limits include breath play, anything involving urine, scat, piercing, branding, and blood. We will, of course, heed those. Know that your soft limits will be stretched, like your pussy is now, pushed and one by one, shortened until we’ve covered everything. Tonight, I will be using the flogger.”

  Elena felt a shiver of icy emotion run through her at the sound of the word blood. Images flashed through her mind, trying to drag her back to a time that she swore wouldn’t interfere with her present or future any more than it already had.

  “You will not come unless I tell you to come,” Grant said, interjecting his command. “To do so will forfeit your right to orgasm for one week.”

  Elena’s pussy pulsed around the toy inserted inside her pussy. Needing to ease up on it, she tried to inch her feet together, but the cuffs around her ankles prohibited any upward movement. Suddenly it sprang to life. Great, she thought. A vibrator was all she needed. Damn it! As she fidgeted her lower half slightly, Harrison made a complete circle around her and came to stand directly in her eyesight. His blue eyes seemed to read her very soul, which they had been exposing day by day since she’d arrived. Wasn’t that worse than any blood they could draw out of her?

  “Your safe word is to only be used if you truly feel we h
ave gone beyond your boundaries. Therefore, think carefully before you use it on a relatively easy flogging scene. Do you have any questions before I begin to warm up your lovely olive-colored skin? I’m positive that it will mark beautifully with the strands of my flogger.”

  “No, Sir Harrison.”

  Elena felt almost like she had lied, but knew that she hadn’t. She had no questions, per se, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have doubts about how she would feel if he took her too far out of her comfort zone. She had no doubt that he would be able to take her to that place she desired so much, but it was crossing that threshold that elicited her anxiety.

  “Very well,” Harrison said as he stepped back. He flicked his wrist numerous times, although the soft strands didn’t strike her. “Lightly now.”

  The first stroke of the flogger rained across her stomach. He brought it back up and across, grazing her right hip. Walking around, Harrison continued to brush the elements over her skin. They spattered across her shoulder blades, her back, and eventually, her buttocks. His rhythm was steady and well practiced. Elena closed her eyes, loving the substantial weight of the leather material. It wasn’t until Harrison had completed yet another circle around her that he added more momentum in his blows. The fibers stung slightly as they landed on her breast, causing her nipple to ache. She tried to alter her stance, which instantly reminded her body of the dildo inside of her. Her pussy clamped onto the inflated giant cock, wanting her to thrust up and down. It was an impossibility. Her juices leaked out in protest.

  “You have beautiful breasts, blossom. So sensitive to my stroke.” Harrison repeatedly brought the flogger over her left breast. Elena had to bite her lip. He wasn’t causing her pain, but the heat he was producing was almost unbearable. Her breast swelled as her nipple felt ready to explode, feeling the sting of a thousand bees. “I want to see you flower this evening.”

  Walking behind her, he’d left her right breast alone. The different sensations between the two sent her body reeling. Gradually, Harrison started to flog her back, warming up her skin. His strokes were becoming harder, which caused her body to involuntarily try to move. With every stroke, she was reminded of Grant’s filling implement. She shot him a look, seeing that he’d yet to move from his spot. She noticed the remote in his hand as he upped the vibration speed and pulse pattern. The vibrating dildo was heightening her need to orgasm, but seeing his hazel eyes staring at her clit reminded her of what he wanted. She was not to come. Why was that suddenly so hard to do? She’d gotten used to having her scenes at the club not revolve around sex. Now, the two were intermingled and she couldn’t separate them any longer.

  “Beautiful,” Harrison murmured, working over her body.

  Elena permitted herself to close her eyes, shutting out Grant, and enjoy what was being done to her. Her lips parted and she moaned her passion. She let the tattered stings develop into warmth and eventually into heat as her skin responded. Over and over the weighty strands fell, while her juices made the phallus stretch her walls. The multiple sensations carried her faster to that edge she was afraid to cross, yet she was still able to keep herself from slipping too far.

  “Feel my strokes, blossom. Become one with the flogger.”

  Her pussy tightened its grip on the colossal, slick, rubberized obelisk. Harrison had come back around, working the flogger on her right breast, giving it the same treatment as the left had been privy to. This time, her skin had warmed to the point of needing more than mere slaps. He knew that, which was why she felt his implement striking her skin harsher. She was slipping.

  “Sir, I—”

  * * * *

  Grant tightened his fists as he watched Elena’s eyes flutter open, revealing the slight panic he and Harrison were afraid would be there. Her brown eyes captured his, almost as if she was begging him to stop Harrison, yet knew her body needed what it was being given.

  What was she afraid of? From her body’s response, it was obvious she loved what was happening to her. Hell, her juices were starting to run down the stand that the dildo was attached to. Perspiration coated her skin. He could see her accelerated heart rate by the pulse in her neck, as well as the lifting of her breasts as she sucked in air. Harrison had intensified his strokes, and she was savoring it. Nevertheless, her dark eyes almost begged him to help her. Help with what, damn it? They knew she had a track record of using her safe word when a scene got too intense. Would she now?

  “I’m right here, blossom,” Harrison replied in a soothing voice, not interrupting his rhythm. His control and focus was an amazing thing to watch, as nothing deterred him from his task. Grant was aware that several novices had asked him for his secret. “We’re right here. You’re safe. Let it flow over you.”

  Grant could see she was struggling. Elena shook her head, but instead of saying anything, her lower half tried to shift forward and back on her present yet again. She wouldn’t get much relief with the way he had straddled her over the dildo, but it would help keep her on the sensual edge. Her clit was now engorged to the point where he knew she would need relief. Would it also help her get through whatever was holding her back from enjoying the higher level of intensity?

  Elena whispered something that was inaudible. Harrison never wavered his pattern, knowing either she would repeat it or Grant would decipher her meaning. One of the benefits of sharing a submissive was increasing their ability to read her body language. Her body was now swaying with each strike. Her pretty pink lips were parted, as if ready to say something again. Grant didn’t want to get too close and interrupt the scene. Instead, he watched her lips closely. More.

  She was asking for more, but Grant wasn’t so sure she even knew what she’d done. Had she crossed into subspace? He brought his eyes back down to her pussy, noticing that she was still undulating in an odd pattern. Looking back up, he saw that her eyes were on him. No. She hadn’t gone into subspace, and if she had, it was for a brief moment. What would have brought her out of it?

  Harrison kept his cadence, never wavering as he continued to circle around her. Whatever was stopping her from enjoying that wondrous moment had nothing to do with his best friend. He listened at the sounds of the room and only heard the slapping of the strands. Elena’s eyes would focus and then fade, but she was always able to keep herself from slipping further. How and why?

  Harrison indicated with his left hand that he wanted Grant to end the scene. They had prearranged everything and with Grant’s penchant for controlling her orgasms, agreed to bring her relief before Harrison slowly brought her back down. Although Harrison didn’t allow it to show, Grant knew that he was well aware of Elena holding herself back and that it was probably frustrating the hell out of him. But Harrison would never allow his irritation to interfere with a scene. Grant didn’t immediately go to them, but instead looked her over one more time.

  It finally hit him. Grant watched her eyes as they became unfocused, her head tilting back. The second that happened, Elena thrust her hips forward as far as she could, moving the pressure of the dildo inside of her. Looking back at her face, he saw that she’d fixated her eyes on him. Elena was preventing herself from hitting subspace by using the pleasure he’d provided. Son of a bitch. He uncrossed his arms and ran his hand through his hair. Now wasn’t the time to address it. He would share his discovery with Harrison later this evening. Right now, they needed to properly end the scene.

  Nodding to Harrison that he saw his gesture, Grant waited for him to stand in front of her, maintaining his progression on her breasts. Grant situated himself behind her and leaned in close. He could hear her even breathing, and then it would catch. Yes, she had figured out how to keep herself from going too deep. Grant sighed and then gave her what she needed.

  “Vieni.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Did you enjoy your Christmas?”

  Elena turned and smiled. The snowstorm that had swung through the Midwest had ensured they got their white Christmas. Snowflakes were being captur
ed by Grant’s wavy hair, taking their time melting as if they knew what a privilege it was to have landed on something so special. They were walking up the front steps to the house after having spent the day over at Grant’s grandmother’s. How could she even begin to describe how much today meant to her?

  “I had a wonderful time. You have such a lovely family.”

  Grant seemed to want to say more but then thought better of it. A twinge of doubt snuck up on her and she was grateful that she hadn’t said what she truly felt. This holiday was the first one that felt like a real Christmas since her mother had died. Sure, they had sat around the tree with hot chocolate and exchanged presents, but it was the laughter and company that made the day so exceptional. The love that had been in that room was something Elena had almost forgotten existed between family members. And she felt like she’d belonged. But what if Grant and Harrison didn’t feel the same way as her, especially once their contract was up? She’d go back to her sterile life, as if nothing had ever happened.

  “Grant.”

  She watched as Grant turned toward Harrison, who was still in the circular drive. The snowball hit him square in the face. Laughing and a bit pissed, Grant leaned down and scooped up a fistful of snow. Before he could compact the white dust, another ball made contact with his chest, leaving a circle of flakes on his black dress coat. Grant pulled back his arm and let his fly. Harrison ducked. The war was on.

  The scene playing out before her pulled the melancholy from her mood, although she knew that it would return. They were like little boys having been let out to recess after being cooped up in school all day. She laughed as Grant ran behind one of the large white pillars and started to make a stash of snowballs. Harrison was doing the same, although he was out in the open. Their chauffeur had already taken the car around the house to where she presumed their garage was located.

  Grant was the first to throw. Hits were made by both sides, curse words floated through the air upon impact, laughter echoed, and the boys enjoyed a carefree moment. After their battle, both men turned their stares on her. She backed away slowly, wondering if they would really involve her in a snowball fight. She wasn’t even remotely dressed for such a thing, although neither were they.