Mastering Angela [Passion Peak, Colorado 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Tara Rose

  “What are you thinking right now, Angela?”

  Nash’s voice caught her off guard, and consequently she spoke without thinking first. “I’m thinking about floggers.”

  “What about them, specifically?”

  “Well, specifically, I was wondering if you always carry around an assortment?”

  His chuckle became a soft, sexy laugh as he stopped walking and shifted slightly to face her. “Do you always avoid answering a direct question with witty comments?”

  His voice was full of humor, and his eyes twinkled with amusement. Angela smiled. Her big mouth was going to get her in a world of trouble one of these days, but she didn’t want to piss him off. She wanted him to flog her, and the only way he’d know that was if she came right out and told him so. “Okay then. Specifically, I was wishing you and Ian would use those floggers at your waist on me.”

  Holy shit. I actually said it. Angela held her breath as she watched their faces. A quick flash of surprise crossed them both, and then each man grinned at her in a way that made her pussy flood and her clit throb.

  “Is that all?” asked Ian. “Just a flogging?”

  Oh shit. She wanted way, way more than that, but here, in the main room? She glanced around quickly. Nash had a no-holds-barred policy as long as he or one of his Dungeon Monitors knew about the edgier scenes in advance. Some of the scenes progressed to sexual contact. She’d seen it here before. But could she do that? Could she allow that in front of their friends and neighbors? “Not sure I’m ready for that here in public.”

  “By ‘that’ do you mean sex?” His question was soft, and she was grateful that he’d lowered his voice.

  “Yes, that’s what I mean.”

  “How about in private?” asked Nash. “That is, if the mood strikes us as we play, and we all decide that’s where it needs to progress?”

  Angela was thankful for the low light at that moment because she didn’t need a mirror to know her face had turned beet red. She struggled to keep breathing. This was it. Once she said it, there was no turning back, and there would be need for pretenses among them ever again. If she didn’t say it, she knew she’d regret it for the rest of her life. Both men were watching her carefully now, as if uncertain whether they’d gone too far.

  “I’m game for that, Nash.” Her voice came out shaky, but she couldn't help it. Did these men have any idea how many of her fantasies they’d starred in?

  His eyes blazed with lust. “Then we need to talk about a few more things first.”

  Nash steered her toward one of the alcoves set against the perimeter, and Ian followed. Angela knew they were there, but she’d never been inside one. There were several of them around the room, tucked against the walls. He’d thought of everything when he’d designed this club. Once inside, she took a seat on the leather bench between them, waiting for their lead.

  “We both use condoms as a general rule,” he said. “But I don’t have any STDs. I’ve been tested.”

  “Same here,” said Ian.

  She shook her head. “I don’t have any either.”

  When he inclined his head slightly, she assumed he was wondering how truthful her statement was. It was no secret to anyone in Passion Peak that Brett had cheated on her more than once.

  “I was tested again just last month,” she said. “I’m clean. Brett and I always used condoms.” She hated having to interrupt the surge of energy between them by bringing up Brett, but she also knew that both men were responsible Doms, and she was grateful for that. If they hadn’t even asked about STDs, she’d have been wary of them.

  “Okay. Thank you for telling us. Now about limits…give us your hard ones first.”

  She swallowed against the sudden lump in her throat. This was really going to happen. Angela wiped her palms against her shorts because they were suddenly damp. “Nothing that cuts my skin, and I get vertigo easily so I can’t imagine enjoying suspension. I’m also a bit freaked out by electricity. No scat or golden showers, and I’m not into being humiliated. What I mean is I don’t want to be yelled at, or called nasty names, or made to dress up like a lampshade or something.”

  Nash chuckled. “You’ve definitely been here before.”

  Angela relaxed and laughed softly. There was one regular Dom, whose name she didn’t know, who had three subs that he would routinely drag across the floor with chains and then stand against a wall, posed like furniture or other inanimate objects, while he screamed obscenities at them.

  “Now your soft limits,” said Ian, his eyes shining with desire and excitement.

  Did these men have any idea how charismatic they were? Between the tones of their voices, so soft and sexy, yet commanding at the same time, to the way their eyes bored into hers, Angela was ready to tell them anything. She’d divulge her deepest, darkest secrets. All they had to do was ask. They were having a matter-of-fact discussion about condoms and limits, yet somehow they’d each managed to make her squirm against the seat with anticipation. She was more turned on now than she’d been when she’d first crossed the threshold into the back hallway upstairs.

  “Well, I’m a bit afraid of wax play, but I’d still like to know what it feels like. Otherwise, I’m game.”

  “I’m intrigued, Angela,” said Nash. “Now let’s establish safewords. Have you used them before?”

  She shook her head. “Brett and I never did anything that required them.”

  Nash frowned slightly, and Angela’s pulse raced. Had he assumed that because she’d been here with Brett she was experienced in BDSM play? Shit. Would they both walk away now? She should have made her limited experience much clearer, but it hadn’t occurred to her until now that they might reach that conclusion.

  “So, all you’ve actually done is watch, then?” asked Ian.

  His voice was nonjudgmental, and Angela let out the breath she’d been holding. She searched his face for any hint of disappointment or regret, but found none. “Not entirely. We tried a few things in private, but he really wasn’t into it.”

  The light was back in his eyes and the corners of his mouth turned up. When he lightly stoked the back of her left hand, she couldn’t bite back a soft moan in time. “How long have you wanted to explore your fantasies, Angela?”

  “A long time.” Just saying the words made her clit throb all over again. If he could read her thoughts he’d see that not only had she had fantasies for a long time, but he and Nash had been in all of them.

  “Do you want to walk around the room some more, or would you like to play with us now?”

  She closed her eyes briefly, taking a few deep breaths to keep from passing out. When she opened them again, she looked Ian right in the eyes. “I’d like to play, Sir.” His smile forced a small moan from her.

  “Thank you, Angela,” he said softly. “I’m pleased to hear that.”

  “Angela, I’m pleased as well,” said Nash. “Now for safewords. We like to keep things simple. ‘Red’ to stop a scene immediately, ‘yellow’ for anything that needs attention, and ‘green’ if you’re really enjoying something and want us to up the intensity or keep going. They’re easy to remember, and there isn’t much room for misinterpretation. Agreed?”

  She nodded.

  This time, it was Ian who stood and offered his hand. She took it, but not before she sneaked a quick glance at the bulge in his pants. “Since you voiced an affinity earlier for floggers, would you like to start there?”

  Angela nodded again. Words weren’t possible right now. As Ian steered her toward a spanking bench, she tried to stay calm, but the realization that she was about to play for real with the objects of her fantasies, and that it might progress to sex, had her dizzy and breathless. This was really going to happen. She couldn’t remember being this excited about anything, and the evening had only just begun.

  Her breathing was shallow and rapid already. The noises in the club faded into the background until the only discernible sound was Nash’s voice. “Step in front of the bench,
Angela.”

  She did as he asked, and then he draped her lower abdomen across the leather pad. Angela concentrated on her breathing as Nash adjusted the pad under her head until it was in place for her height, and then he stepped out of her line of vision. When he slid down her mini shorts, Angela drew in a sharp breath. “Oh God,” she whispered.

  “Crotchless panties. Nice,” he said, slipping them off. “Well played, Angela. Wear these again next time, okay?”

  Next time? They intended to repeat this? A shiver ran up and down her spine as he placed the shorts and panties across her lower back. “Don’t want to lose those,” he said. “I'm sure you’ll want to wear them again as well.”

  Ian stepped into her line of vision, holding up leather bondage cuffs. Where had those come from? Had he been wearing them at his waist? “I’d like to restrain your arms, Angela. Are you comfortable with that?”

  She nodded, and then remembered how she was supposed to address them. “Yes, Sir.”

  Ian’s smiled was brilliant. “Good girl. Put your arms behind your back.”

  She couldn’t have disobeyed if she’d wanted to. She did as he asked, and then Ian fitted the cuffs around her wrist. She loved the way the leather felt against her skin. It was protective in a way, rather than restrictive. She was at their mercy and under their control, but that was comforting rather than fearful. Was this how Carma felt while wearing her collar?

  Nash stepped into her line of vision again and lifted her head slightly, holding onto her hair to do so. It didn’t hurt, but it forced yet another moan from her because the gesture was so dominant. A sly smile graced his full lips. “Pick a color.”

  That voice…it was so smooth and sexy, yet full of humor and dominance. She assumed he meant the floggers. Her gaze drifted across them, but she couldn’t process anything other than the unmistakable bulge of an impressive-sized dick tenting his leather pants. “I don’t know.” It was all she could manage to say, and even that was a chore. A dozen emotions had suddenly risen to the surface, each competing for attention at the same time, and Angela couldn’t make sense of even one.

  “Okay.” He let go of her hair, and she watched in disbelief as he took all three off his belt. “We’ll alternate them.” He winked at her. “You can let us know which one you like best.”

  As he stepped behind her, she almost called a safeword just to take a mental break. Her thoughts were a mixed-up swirl of wanting to please them, long-buried fantasies, and a tiny bit of apprehension. What if she couldn’t handle the reality of this? What if she made a damn fool of herself, and they sent her home?

  But what if she liked it? What if she really liked it and wanted more?

  Angela swore she could feel the heat from their bodies behind her. Nothing else inside the club existed right now. She heard the other noises and the music, but they might as well have been coming from down a long tunnel. Only Nash and Ian were real.

  She felt poised on the edge of a precipice, and if she jumped off, instead of falling to her death, she’d dive into the most erotic experience she’d ever had. As the whistle of a flogger being thrown reached her ears, she closed her eyes and pictured herself leaping off the edge of a cliff into a perfect swan dive.

  Chapter Four

  “Ouch! Oh, fuck, that hurts.” Angela tried to wiggle away from the burning pain as one of them brought the flogger down across both ass cheeks several times in quick succession, only to be stopped by a hand pressing against her lower back. It was a simple touch, but strength and a sense of command radiated from his palm through the fabric of her corset.

  “Was that a safeword, Angela?” Nash’s voice was more humorous than concerned.

  “No, Sir.”

  “Good girl. But move like that again and I’ll have to restrain your legs as well. Understood?”

  She hesitated for a second. The thought of having all four limbs restrained, rendering her completely at their mercy, was tempting. “Yes, Sir.”

  She heard movement as if they’d changed places. The next flogger they used bit like a son-of-a-bitch, and she couldn’t help but move her hips again. She actually heard the flogger hit the floor as he dropped it. Before she could turn her head to see what they was doing, strong hands moved her legs apart, and what felt like a spreader bar was attached to her boots at the ankles. She heard them attach it to the bench, and then Ian moved into her line of vision and picked up her head again by the hair.

  His grin and the light in his eyes made her dizzy with need and the desire to be controlled. Her eyelids fluttered as he watched her face for a few seconds before speaking. “Angela, your ankles are now restrained, too. But I think we should blindfold you as well. There’s entirely too much anticipation and not enough melting into the moment going on inside your head.”

  He was right. How had he known that? Was he a fucking mind reader, or was she that transparent?

  “What do you think?”

  She swallowed hard. What was the right answer? What would he want to hear? The need to please him was overwhelming right now. This was what she’d fantasized about her entire adult life. This letting go and giving over control to someone. The fact that it was Ian and Nash to whom she was giving that control was a bonus. “If you want to blindfold me, Sir, then I want you to do it. I want to please you both.”

  There was a softening around his eyes, and the grin grew larger. She must have said the right thing. “I’m so proud of you right now, Angela. Good girl.” He pulled a dark satin blindfold off a loop on his belt and tied it gently around her eyes. Then he surprised the heck out of her by kissing her softly on the lips. It was a quick kiss, but it made her insides feel like they’d just turned to melted butter.

  Her pussy was soaked, her clit throbbed, and now her nipples were tingling as well. She wanted to kiss him again, tongue and all. She wanted to wrap her arms and legs around his strong body and feel his skin next to hers, warm and wet with perspiration from flogging and spanking her ass. She wanted his dick inside her pussy, her mouth, and her asshole.

  The gentle clacking sound his boots made on the wooden floor as he walked behind her surprised her. She hadn’t heard that before, although surely it had been there. Had she truly been that distracted by everything around her? Even the air smelled different than it had with the blindfold off. She was suddenly aware of the scent of their combined colognes, mixed with leather and sweat.

  Rough tails that felt like thick leather or a similar material brushed across her ass cheeks, and she moaned loudly. Even that soft touch was enough to make her limbs tremble with excitement. Burning pain on her ass cheeks had her gasping. Whatever he was striking her with, it stung like fucking crazy. The searing pain obliterated everything else in her mind. She groaned loudly but was barely aware of the sound. She clenched her teeth and her ass cheeks with each strike, and soon the pleasure enveloped her along with the pain.

  Angela began to pant, and she no longer felt the compulsion to escape the pain. It was all mixed up with the rush of peace settling over her mind, like a protective shroud. How was this possible? Was she simply used to the pain, or was this subspace? And why was she fucking trying to analyze it? It was exquisite, and she wanted more.

  He stopped hitting her, and she felt a presence on her right side. Lips brushed her neck, and Angela shivered. “So, tell me now, Angela.” Nash’s voice was beyond sexy, and so soft she barely heard it. “Which color is your favorite?”

  “What?” Color? She didn’t know which flogger had been what color. How the hell did he expect her to know that when she couldn’t see them? She didn’t know her own name right now.

  A strong hand smacked her right ass cheek, and she yelped. “What did you say?” asked Ian.

  She had no clue what she’d just said. “I didn’t understand the question, Sir.”

  He chuckled. “Which question, Angela? The one I just asked you, or the one Nash asked?”

  Both. “The one Nash asked, Sir.”

  “Angela, you’re
doing great,” Nash whispered, kissing her neck again. Angela moaned softly. “Always address us as ‘Sir’ when we’re in a scene or on the club floor, and don’t be afraid to tell us you don't understand something. We were just messing with you, anyway. You can’t see the floggers. But tell me which one burned your ass to the point that you couldn’t think about anything else.”

  “The third one, Sir.”

  “That’s my favorite, too. It’s buffalo hide, by the way. Very advanced. We’re both impressed that you handled it so well. What would you like to do at this point, Angela? Should we keep going, or have you had enough?”

  She didn’t want this to end. She’d stay here all night if that was what they wanted. Angela couldn’t remember a time when she’d been this aroused. She’d waited years for this, and she wasn’t going to stop until they said so. “Keep going, Sir.”

  “Wonderful. We were hoping you’d say that. But what shall we do to you now, I wonder?”

  She winced at the humor in Nash’s voice, even while the deep, sexy tones washed over her, sending a surge of fresh desire straight to her clit. The question sounded rhetorical so she didn’t answer, hoping she’d been right and he didn’t expect one. She had no idea what to say, regardless. It was difficult enough to keep breathing right now let alone form a coherent thought.

  Her fantasies about playing with both men hadn’t been this vivid—this intense. She was in Indulgence, bound to a spanking bench with her arms behind her back, wearing next to nothing, and right now her ass was probably as red as a lobster from their incredible flogging skills. How would she ever look them in the face again?

  When a hand caressed her ass cheeks, Angela moaned. The fact that she didn’t know whose hand it was made the touch all the more sensual. “She’s pretty red.” That was Ian’s voice.

  “She took a lot,” said Nash. As a different hand brushed her opposite cheek, she sucked in a sharp breath. His skin grazed the sensitive wounds the floggers had just made. “But I think she has a bit more in her yet. What do you say, Angela? Should we continue with the impact play, using different toys? Ian brought a few things with him that I think you might enjoy.”