by Tara Rose
“I hate this,” he said, gazing at Loreen. “You’ve ruined my life. I can’t sit around and watch TV by myself now. I want you there with me. I was miserable yesterday until you both came over.”
“If I was with you both right now in your condo,” she said, “we wouldn’t be watching TV.”
Travis groaned, but Adam laughed. “She’s right, dude. She’s ruined both our lives and you know it.”
“Yeah, but what a sweet way to go.”
Loreen leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “I agree.”
“Watch it,” said Adam. “People might gossip.”
“I don’t give a shit. Let them.”
“Are you sure?” asked Travis. “I mean, I don’t mind at all. But are we ready for this? This isn’t the police station or Notus.” A lot of Doms worked at both, but none of them had to worry about keeping their relationships a secret.
“You’re right, Sir,” whispered Loreen. “It’s not the same. I guess we all need to talk about how to handle this while we’re at work.”
Adam brushed a finger along her arm. “We’re not upset with you. We just know how much shit Trent takes from Paul Wakefield, and we don’t want you to end up in the same position.”
Paul Wakefield was also a paramedic, and he and Trent usually ended up on runs together. Paul was one of the loudest protestors of the BDSM lifestyle, and he had no qualms about telling Trent exactly what he thought of it, no matter who was listening.
She nodded. “I know. You’re right. But I hate that we have to be careful when people in traditional relationships can flaunt it all over the place.”
“It’s going to be that way for a long time,” said Travis. “Maybe even all our lives.”
She gave him a long, searching look, and he wished they weren’t in full view of other staff right now. He wanted so desperately to kiss her. “You think we’ll all still be doing this then? I mean for the rest of our lives?”
He took a deep breath. It was a bold question for her to ask, and he knew that. It showed how much she already trusted them both, and it spoke volumes about how much she cared for them. It was too much for Travis to hope she was falling in love. He knew he was. That was a given. It had been since their first night together. But he had to play this cool. He didn’t want to scare her off.
He winked at her. “I sure hope so, because who else do you think I’d be able to talk into letting me boink them on my pool table?”
She laughed and he thanked his lucky stars. Then she glanced around, finally nodding toward Jenny Rosalind, one of the ICU nurses. Jenny was surrounded by several males, which wasn’t uncommon. “I think she might.”
Travis shook his head and leaned close, just in case anyone could actually overhear them. “No thanks. I think Adam and I might be the only males who work here that she hasn’t done.”
“Oh, well that’s good to know. I’ve always been jealous of her boobs.”
Adam raised his brows. “Why? They’re fake.”
Travis agreed. “Yep. Stuck-on boobs. I hate those nasty things. They hurt like hell when you grab them.”
“How would you know?”
Adam gave her a droll look. “You’re kidding, right? You think guys don’t gossip, too?”
“Oh, I know they do, but I meant how would you know what fake boobs feel like?”
“Loreen, I wasn’t a virgin before last week.”
“Me, either,” said Travis.
She laughed again and blushed this time. “I know that. Okay, so really. There’s a difference from a guy’s point of view? I’ve always wondered about that.”
“Oh yeah. Definitely. I’d much rather feel real ones.”
“Me, too,” said Adam. “And yours are perfection.”
“Absolutely. They’re wonderful. Don’t change them.”
She shook her head and smiled at each of them. “I hadn’t planned on it, but thank you.”
After they cleaned up the food wrappers, Travis watched her and Adam walk back inside. He knew that no matter what happened with this, he’d never regret the past week. Not even close. Loreen was perfect. All of her, not just her breasts. And he wanted to be in her life forever. He only hoped she truly felt the same way.
* * * *
Loreen was happy to be back at work only because she’d missed the adrenaline rush and her work friends, but she had trouble thinking about anything during her shifts other than the next time she’d be with Adam and Travis again. When Monday morning came, she knew Travis had clinic hours but would be in the ER later that afternoon. She found herself watching the clock, wondering where he and Adam each were. When she’d spot one of them, she couldn’t help but smile.
People had to be noticing by now that the three were spending time together and seemed much friendlier toward each other than they ever had been. Or, was that simply her imagination? She worked with quite a few women whom she knew would say something to her if they truly noticed a difference.
And as the week wore on, she found she didn’t give a shit even if they did. While she agreed with Adam and Travis that the three had to be more careful than they would outside the hospital, she also wanted to shout it from the rooftops. She hadn’t had to keep her relationship with Pete a secret, but she had to keep this one under wraps. It wasn’t right.
She had Thursday off, and was also supposed to be off Friday, but she traded working a day shift on Friday for having Saturday and Sunday off instead because Friday’s staffing was short and the weekend’s wasn’t. Both men were off Friday night until Monday morning, so the three made plans to go to Maddox’s club.
They’d played in private all week at either Adam’s or Travis’s condo, and Loreen had finally agreed to go with them to Maddox’s club because both men seemed to want it so much. But as she drove home Friday afternoon the apprehensiveness kicked in. What if she couldn’t handle it? What if she made an ass of herself in front of them? She wanted so much to please them, and had fallen into a routine this past week that she’d never have imagined possible. If she couldn’t handle this, would they be disappointed?
After eating a sandwich, she dressed in the royal blue corset and panties that they’d asked her to wear, and packed the pair of shoes they’d also laid out in the bag they’d bought her earlier in the week. They agreed she could wear her sneakers then change into the heels once they arrived, since she found it nearly impossible to walk in them for extended periods of time. But they wanted her dressed in club wear for the ride over to Maddox’s house.
She giggled imagining what would happen if Adam got pulled over for a traffic ticket and the cop saw her dressed that way, sitting in the passenger seat. Then again, this was Racy. He or she probably wouldn’t think anything of it.
By the time Adam and Travis arrived at her condo, she had calmed down enough to drop to her knees as they crossed the threshold, and then smile at them when they told her she could stand. She was going to have a wonderful time tonight, and she would enjoy this new adventure with them. Nothing would spoil it.
Chapter Fourteen
There were already dozens of cars parked behind Maddox’s house when they arrived. She changed her shoes inside the car, and then they got out. The guys had gone over what protocol they expected from her once inside the club, and Loreen felt certain she’d remember it. But as she walked around the house to the front entrance, she was distracted by their clothing.
Both men wore leather pants, vests, and boots. She couldn’t stop staring at their muscles. She’d never seen them dressed like this, and it was far sexier than seeing them totally naked. Would all the men inside be dressed this way? How would she even remember her own name let alone protocol?
A man dressed in a tux opened the door and gave them each no more than a passing glance. The doors at the end of the hallway were ajar, and music from inside the club drifted down the corridor. Several people dressed in club wear stood in the rooms off the hallway, talking and laughing, but Loreen didn’t glance toward them fo
r more than a few seconds. She kept one arm curled around each man’s arm on either side of her, and focused her attention on the end of the hallway.
As they stepped inside, she blinked a few times to adjust to the low lighting. Travis leaned close and whispered in her ear, “Are you all right?”
“Yes, Sir.” She breathed in the scent of leather, sweat, and lube. As they descended the three steps onto the main floor, she finally understood what Julie had meant when she’d mentioned the energy in the room. It was palpable and alive, almost like the atmosphere in the ER when they had a bad trauma brought in.
She didn’t glance at any of the people inside the club longer than the looks she’d given those in the rooms off the main hallway. She didn’t want to see anyone she recognized because then she knew she wouldn’t be able to concentrate solely on Travis and Adam.
They led her to the far corner where a spanking bench was free, and then they asked her to remove her panties. She hesitated for a few seconds, until Adam raised his brows. “Do you remember what we said about protocol inside here?”
“Yes, Sir. I obey you both without question and communicate only by using safewords, unless you ask me a direct question. In that case I may answer it. Like I’m doing now.”
The corners of Adam’s mouth turned up. “So then, why aren’t your panties off?”
She swallowed hard. “I’m not sure I can do this, Sir. I’m not sure I can be naked in front of everyone.”
His gaze softened and he stepped closer. “Would you like us to blindfold you? Would that help?”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir. I think it would.”
Travis pulled the blindfold out of his bag and tied it around her head. “I’ll take off the panties so you don’t fall over doing it.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“We’ll give her that one,” said Adam. “She was acknowledging your statement.”
“Sorry. I mean…oh shit. I did it again. I’m already messing up.”
She heard their soft chuckles as Travis slipped her panties off, then helped her step out of them. At least they weren’t upset with her. She wouldn’t be able to handle that right now.
“How many swats with the holy paddle should we each give you for your transgression?” asked Travis.
She sighed. They weren’t upset, but she had broken protocol. They’d told her if she did that, she’d earn punishment swats. But she hated the paddle with the holes in it. During the past two weeks it had become their preferred toy for punishment because she hated it so much. They didn’t use it for fun play at all. And they called it the “holy” paddle, using a play on words, because the first time they’d used it on her she’d cried out, “Holy shit, that hurts!”
They’d also taken their time explaining the difference between punishment and play, and intellectually she understood it and had willingly accepted it. She wanted to please them so much every single day.
They hadn’t punished her for much, and most of her so-called transgressions had bordered on silliness on their part, but she’d gone along with it because they enjoyed it so much, and because the idea of them punishing her like she’d been a naughty schoolgirl had excited her.
But each time she wished they’d use something other than the holy paddle because it really did sting. It was thick leather and long enough that it smacked both ass cheeks at once. Both men had explained she could always make it a hard limit, but she hadn’t done so because the endorphin rush it gave her when they used it was like nothing she experienced at the hand of any other implement.
How was it possible to both love and hate a toy to such extremes at the same time?
They were waiting for an answer. She could sense it. But they’d never asked her before. They’d always told her how many swats they each were giving her, so she said the first thing that came to her mind. “As many as you each would like to give me, Sir.”
“All right,” said Travis. “From your mouth, babe. Just remember that.”
Fuck. What the hell did I just do to myself?
They positioned her over the bench and then put on the jeweled, studded collar and cuffs. She loved those things now, and so did they. They adjusted the chains, and then they locked the cuffs down against the bench. They had separate cuffs for her ankles and put those on now and then locked them down as well. They adjusted the pads underneath her head, arms, and knees, and then Adam asked if she was comfortable and ready.
Ready? She was ready for play, but not for punishment. But it was too late now. She’d done this to herself. “Yes, Sir.”
Her warm-up was short, but she did have time to realize that with the blindfold on, she no longer heard the other sounds in the club. She only heard their boots on the carpet as they moved around her, and their soft voices as they talked to each other or told her she was doing great.
They caressed her bare ass with their hands and a deerskin flogger, which didn’t hurt but was more like a vigorous massage, and then one of them tapped the holy paddle against her ass. She knew it was that paddle because that’s what they always did with it before they swatted her. It was their signal.
She also knew that whatever amount of swats they’d prearranged was the amount she had to take. She could still safeword, but all it would do was prolong the swats until however many she was taking were done. That was their rule for punishment swats, and she didn’t imagine they’d change it now.
But this time, she didn’t know how many they were giving her. She’d told them to choose the number, but she had to know. “Yellow.”
“What is it?” asked Travis.
“How many swats, Sir?”
She could almost feel him grin. “You said it was our choice, remember?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then we’re not telling you this time.”
She was screwed, and she had no one but herself to blame. Even while sweat broke out along her hairline at that realization, her clit began to throb. She was so turned-on it was ridiculous. Her pulse raced.
“Ready?” asked Adam, his voice full of humor.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. She tensed, waiting, and when the first strike landed on both ass cheeks she moaned. All sense of where she actually was disappeared by the fifth strike. Her pussy was soaked and she was close to an orgasm. What was so different tonight? She had no idea, but by the tenth strike she gave up trying to analyze it and simply slipped away.
She concentrated on the blindfold, and how it allowed her to focus only on the sensations. The pain of each strike, the whoosh of air just before it hit, their breathing, and the combined scent of leather plus each of their shampoos.
Loreen focused on the feel of her leather collar and cuffs, and the slightly rougher texture of the ankle cuffs. The pads underneath her head, arms, and knees became warm and damp as their punishment on her ass continued.
She had no idea how many swats she’d taken, but she’d never enjoyed them so much. Emotions bubbled to the surface and tears wet the inside of her blindfold. She heard someone whimpering softly and realized it was her. Her ass cheeks were seriously on fire, and finally they stopped.
The blindfold came off and her cuffs were unattached from the bench, but they didn’t take them off her limbs. One of them held a bottle of water to her lips and she drank all of it, then relaxed against his warm, muscled body.
“I have never been more proud of you than I am right now.” Adam’s voice was filled with emotion, and she glanced up at him and smiled weakly.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Nor have I.”
She returned Travis’s smile. “Thank you, too, Sir. May I ask a question?”
“Yes.”
“How many did I take?”
Travis frowned. “You seriously don’t know?”
She shook her head.
He exchanged a quick glance with Adam. “You took twenty five from each of us, hon.”
“Wow…” The urge to giggle was suddenly strong but she tamped it down, not wanting
to risk further punishment.
“She had no clue,” said Adam. “That’s the deepest into subspace I believe you’ve gone.”
“Are you pleased with that, Sir?”
He kissed her tenderly. “Yes, we are. But I also think we’re done with impact play on your ass tonight. Are you ready to try something else?”
“Yes, Sir.”
When they stood, she glanced around and was surprised by how many people were inside the club now as compared to when they’d first entered, and by how noisy it was. She hadn’t been aware of any of that. This wasn’t frightening or intimidating. It was heavenly. She finally understood why so many of Racy’s kinksters preferred being here than someplace more private. There was truly an energy in the room, and she felt connected to everybody else.
They were all here for a common purpose. To enjoy sensations and experiences with their subs or Doms. She was part of this community now, and the sudden pride and happiness she felt at that realization made her heart soar.
Everything had changed once again. She’d crossed another threshold and conquered a fear. Without their support and encouragement, she’d never have been able to do that.
They moved to a table that was free and the guys helped her lie supine on it, placing rolled-up towels underneath her knees and neck to increase her comfort. They clipped her wrist cuffs overhead, then secured them to the table with rope, and did the same for her ankle cuffs until all four limbs were tied down. This corset unlaced in the front, and as she gazed up into their faces, Travis untied the laces until her breasts were free. “This way you’re not completely naked,” he said, winking. “And you still have on your shoes.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
He held up the blindfold. “And because you respond so well to this, we’re using it again.”
