BDSM Mega Boxed Set

by Anita Lawless, C. J. Sneere, Roxxy Meyer

  “Leave the poor girl alone,” Sawyer shouts. “Do you want her to quit?”

  Isaiah just laughs him off. The chuckle rumbles up from deep in his chest and vibrates through me. My mouth has gone dry and a frustrating tingle spreads through my sex, conflicting me. Part of me wants to flee for safety and the other part of me desperately wants this powerhouse of a man to kiss me.

  “You were …ummm…” I glance back at Sawyer and blush. His cock is still rock hard and clearly visible. “You were playing an erotic game?”

  This earns me a sideways smile from my captor. “BDSM. We’re a part of the subculture. Ever heard of it?”

  “Ummm…” I try to formulate words, but my tongue and brain fail me. What do I know about BDSM? Very little. I’ve researched it a bit on the internet, thanks to my fascination with alternative lifestyles and what some deem social taboos, but my knowledge is limited. “I know there are whips and spankings and leather involved.”

  Isaiah smirks at me, and I’m glad he at least didn’t laugh this time. He runs a big finger down my cheek and I shiver when he says, “I—we—would love to teach you more.”

  “Isaiah, quit trying to ravish our nanny and get your ass in here!” Sawyer bellows.

  Isaiah turns to his bound lover and arches an eyebrow. “For a submissive, you’re being awfully mouthy.”

  “Someone has to keep you in line,” Sawyer shoots back. “Now get in here.”

  “That earned you ten more lashes,” Isaiah tells him, then before he leaves me he leans forward and brushes his lips ever so gently over mine. Heat floods my face and races through my body, making the tingling between my legs turn into a fire.

  He saunters away and I finally find the courage to scurry off, fleeing up the stairs. The last thing I hear is Sawyer saying, “Great, she’s probably going to resign tomorrow.”

  I flee from the house, jump into my beat up car, and shove my key in the ignition with trembling hands. When I arrive at the gate, I fumble with the keycard Sawyer gave me to get in and out easily. At last it slides open and I’m free and driving far from the estate. My destination is my brother’s home.

  Conflicting thoughts assault my mind as I shove the peddle to the floor. Should I quit this job? It’s lucrative, and my family really needs the money. It gives me freedom for school, and there’s no way I’ll find as prime a position on such short notice anywhere else. Could I sue Mr. Uber-rich for sexual harassment? It’s his word against mine, even if Sawyer is a witness. Not to mention, I actually enjoyed being in Isaiah’s sexual thrall. So what do I do? Simply turn around, go back, and act like nothing ever happened?

  I decide I at least need some distance and time to think. Talking to Xander has always cleared my head and helps me problem solve.

  ***

  I find Xander in Josh’s room, putting him down for the night.

  “Hey, little sis. How’s your first week at the new job been?”

  I give him a thin smile then try to change the subject. “Where’s Patty?”

  “She’s in bed. She was up all night with munchkin here.” He kisses Josh’s forehead before he puts him down for a second time. “Nightmares, and she didn’t want to wake me up. So I told her I’m taking the night shift tonight. No arguments.”

  As he moves to the side of the cradle, I notice how stiff his legs are. There’s a telltale wince of pain he can’t hide from me.

  “How’re you feeling?” I broach the subject cautiously. My brother is a very proud guy and he hates when I make a fuss over him. But I’m overprotective, so I can’t just let it go. “The pain’s bad tonight, isn’t it?”

  He waves me off. “Doctor’s got me on something now that’s helping with the attacks. I’ll be fine.”

  Josh pops up in his cradle again, spits out his pacifier, and starts to scream “DADADA” at the top of his lungs. My brother’s face sags with weariness but he goes back to his boy.

  “Let me take this,” I tell him, walking toward the cradle.

  “Don’t you have to get back to work?”

  “Night off,” I lie, as I smooth hair out of Josh’s face, pop his pacifier back in, and grab him from the cradle, along with his favorite teddy from the nightstand. “Go to bed and cuddle your wife.”

  “Thanks, sis. I owe you big time.” My brother gives a weak smile. The crow’s feet around his eyes look deeper than last time I saw him.

  “You don’t owe me anything.” I sit with the toddler in a rocking chair they’ve put in the nursery. My brother leaves as I grab a book from the small bookcase and start to read to Josh.

  As my nephew’s breathing deepens and he finally gives into sleep, I make my decision. Seeing Xander again already convinced me. I have to keep this job. After I place Josh in his cradle, I head out and drive back to the mansion. Hopefully Isaiah and Sawyer haven’t decided to fire me for spying on them and then running off.

  ***

  When I return to the mansion, I spot light spilling into the foyer from the hall leading to where I had my job interview. I take off my shoes and pad across the tile towards this area.

  Voices drift out of the open office door, so I stop just inside the hallway entrance. I press my back tight against the plaster as I listen to Isaiah and Sawyer argue.

  “You’re not firing her, Isaiah. She’s only been here a week, but the kids love her. What did you expect the woman to do? You terrified her.”

  Isaiah’s voice is unusually calm when he replies, “No, not fire her. You’re right. But what about a different proposition.”

  “Proposition?”

  I inch closer so I can hear clearly.

  “If Surrender can’t find us a submissive, why don’t we ask Maya if she’d like the job?”

  “We can’t do that!” Sawyer says. “She barely knows anything about our world. Not to mention, she’s already our nanny. I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

  Isaiah isn’t giving up yet. “She told us she needed this job because her brother is sick. Right?”

  “Yes. He’s got MS.”

  “And he has a toddler with a baby on the way,” Isaiah adds. “We both know how expensive medical bills and kids are. If Maya were to become our submissive, we could offer to pay all his medical expenses plus double her salary.”

  I almost choke at the prospect of so much money. But what exactly is a submissive? What would they want me to do, and would it effect school in any way?

  “She has no idea what’s in store for her within that world,” Sawyer protests. “You heard her. All she knows about BDSM is that it entails leather, spankings, and whips. We could traumatize the woman.”

  “Or we could free her. Think about that, Sawyer.” There is a long pause in which I hold my breath. Then Isaiah continues. “If Surrender can’t find us a suitable submissive, why shouldn’t we contract one ourselves? Dmitri did it with Charlotte, and she was completely new to our world also.”

  “Good point. Well … let me talk to her tomorrow when we take the kids to the park. I’ll feel her out a bit.”

  “Not without me you won’t. You know I’m the jealous type.”

  Sawyer chuckles. “Shut up, smartass.”

  Shadows obscure the light spilling out of the office. The men’s voices grow louder as they approach the entrance. I scamper off in stocking feet, trying to be as quiet as possible, lest I get caught by the imposing Isaiah once again.

  As I tiptoe away, I think about their conversation. I’m naïve when it comes to BDSM, sure, but I still got the gist of their conversation. And if they’re proposing what I think they’re proposing… I’m almost too terrified and thrilled to think about it, but double my salary and Xander’s medical bills paid would make just about any proposition a tempting offer.

  A few minutes later, footsteps thud up the stairs, so I creep out of my room and make an appearance.

  Sawyer smiles wide when he sees me. “I’m glad you decided to return. Isaiah will be too. We’re sorry about earlier. Isaiah, he—”


  “No need to apologize.” I wave him off. “I was snooping where I shouldn’t have been.”

  “Isaiah shouldn’t have cornered you like that.” He moves closer and the light cast on his face shows his concern and compassion. “He’s a tiger, and when he gets his teeth in something…”

  “No worries.” I smile to further reassure him. “It’s forgotten.”

  He nods. “We’ll talk more tomorrow Again, good to see you back.”

  With that, he strolls off down the hall, leaving me wondering what kind of proposition we might talk over tomorrow.

  ***

  Sawyer and I take the kids to Rowan Park for lunch and socialization time. He and I sit on a small bench and watch as Jaden and Marta run toward the play area that includes a covered loop-de-loop slide and swings. Jaden makes for the older kids near the sandbox, while Marta heads toward a cluster of little girls and boys close to the swings.

  We’re sitting away from the other parents and nannies. My stomach is tight and boiling with nerves. I only hope I don’t let an inappropriate fart slip out. My body likes to betray me like that when the anxiety is high. Thankfully I didn’t order the bean salad.

  Sawyer munches on his shrimp salad while I chew on my apple, avoiding my avocado and bean sprout sandwich, just in case avocadoes cause gas.

  “Maya, Isaiah asked you how much you know about BDSM last night.” He puts down his salad and pins me with those deep brown eyes.

  I nod and try not to choke on my apple.

  “Would you …” His jaw works as he searches for the right words. “Are you curious about our world? About domination and submission?”

  I look away from his intense gaze and count blades of grass while I try to think of the best way to answer him. “Honestly? I’ve never really thought about it. With my brother being sick, most of my thoughts center around paying the bills and staying in school.”

  He nods again and sadness passes over his handsome face. “If you had the chance to make enough money to never worry again, enough to help your brother and pay off school, would you do it?”

  I stop chewing and stare at him. My heart threatens to leap into my throat, but I swallow it down. “That would depend on the job.”

  He sighs, looks toward the children to make sure they’re still absorbed by their play, peers around to make sure no one else is near us. “Let me level with you. Isaiah… As you know, Isaiah and I were in a polyamorous relationship. Isaiah and his late wife met me at a place called Surrender. It’s actually a large corporation dealing in … let’s say fantasies. Sexual fantasies.”

  He pauses and gauges my reaction. I try to keep my expression one of calm composure and nod for him to continue.

  “I was their submissive. Sometimes I was their dominant. I’m still both to Isaiah. They contracted me through Surrender Inc., and then, well, we fell in love. Jaden and Marta are the results of our thirteen happy years. Shanae is my step daughter, but I love her as much as my own children. Anyway, I’m veering off course here. What I’m trying to say is, Isaiah and I want another submissive. We tried to contract a particular mistress through Surrender, but that didn’t work out.”

  “What happened?” I blurt, suddenly curious but hoping my impromptu question isn’t too insensitive.

  “The submissive ran off and eloped with a dom she worked with at one of Surrender’s clubs.” He smirked. “Isaiah was livid. I can’t be too mad, though. She’s in love. People do all kinds of crazy shit when they’re in love.”

  I grin at Sawyer. His easygoing manner is such a contrast to his burly, brusque partner.

  “Anyway, we can contract a submissive from outside the corporation. And, after last night, Isaiah decided he’d like that submissive to be you.”

  I chew on my bottom lip, inhale deeply. “How do you feel about this?”

  Sawyer shows wide, white teeth when he smiles. “I like you a lot, Maya. You’re great with the kids, and you had an instant rapport with Isaiah and me, too. I’d be all for it, but I want to make sure you’re 100% comfortable before you sign anything. This lifestyle isn’t for everyone, and it will change you.”

  “It’ll be a lot to adjust to, won’t it?”

  He considers his next words, then, “BDSM isn’t for everyone, but I have a feeling you’d adjust to the world quite well. I see a natural switch in you, like me.” He stands and offers me his hand. “Think about it, Maya. Tomorrow you can look over the contract Isaiah’s preparing. If you aren’t comfortable with it, with anything, please tell us. And if you don’t want the job, we’ll understand.”

  “I’d be working as your sex toy.” I squeak the words.

  “You’d be our partner. Not an object,” he reassures. “And the money would make your life very easy.”

  I chew my bottom lip again. Easy is a state I haven’t experienced a lot in my life. It would be nice to get a break and share it with my brother. Part of me just wants to say yes and screw the details, but that wouldn’t be wise. So I agree to meet with Sawyer and Isaiah tomorrow to look over this new proposition.

  ***

  As I scan the contract the next day, I try not to give away my reaction to certain clauses. I’ll be naked, or semi-naked, for many engagements in this new sexual role playing life. Lingerie, stockings, garters, this is the uniform of a submissive, it appears. Ropes, spankings, whips are all a part of my future if I sign this agreement.

  The salary promised is beyond generous. I could get a mortgage on a nice place for Xander, Patty, and the kids. All his meds and my entire education would be paid for. I just have to guarantee my services for a minimum of four years.

  Isaiah paces as I flip through the contract. He’s dressed in a crème linen suit and pale green shirt that turn his raw sex appeal up to eleven. I sneak too many peeks at him as I read through the pages.

  Before they handed me the document, Sawyer and Isaiah showed me a video of a BDSM event. My focus was glued to the laptop, my mouth agape, as I watched a bound blonde with a ball gag take a spanking that left her butt cherry red.

  I swallowed. “Will I have to do that?”

  Isaiah gave a sexy sideways grin. “Among other things.”

  Now I lay the contract down and look at them both. Isaiah stops pacing and Sawyer takes a seat beside me.

  “So, how do you feel about our proposition?” Sawyer’s warm brown eyes calm me.

  I take a deep breath, square my shoulders. “We’ll start slow?” My gaze darts between them.

  “Of course.” Sawyer’s strong fingers close over my hand. “We’ll train you before you ever set foot inside a Surrender resort or club. You won’t be exposed to a crowd until you’re ready.”

  “Just the two of us,” Isaiah adds. “For now.”

  I let the deep breath I’ve been holding go, glance at the contract again. I reason with myself that if Isaiah and Sawyer have raised such wonderful children, I can trust them. Submit to them. The thought sends a thrilling shiver up my spine. Inside of me, fright wars with a glimmer of anticipation.

  “Hand me a pen, please?” I say to Sawyer, but Isaiah swoops in, wearing a triumphant smile, and places one in my hand.

  “We’re so happy you’ve decided to accept our offer,” he says, lowering to his haunches beside my chair. He presses a brief kiss to my temple as I sign the contract. The pen almost goes awry and my signature is a shaky chicken scratch.

  “Welcome to our world, Maya,” Sawyer says.

  ***

  My first day of training, or rather night, begins after we put the kids to bed. The house is tomb-quiet as we make our way down the stairs to the dungeon. My heart patters like a scared rabbit and I have to focus on my breathing to keep it regulated.

  We exchange no words on our journey. Isaiah walks in front of me and Sawyer is behind us. When the door to the dungeon swings open, my heart beats harder and my throat tightens.

  Here we go, I think, wondering if I’m ready for this.

  Isaiah and Sawyer are wearing tight lea
ther pants that leave nothing to the imagination. Their leather boots clack across the polished floor. They’re shirtless, and muscles ripple as they move me into the room and over to an apparatus that reminds me of a pommel horse. There are shackles attached to the horse’s pommels and two more at the base.

  “We’ll start light.” Sawyer runs a hand down my arm after noticing my anxiety. “As promised.” He gives me a tender smile.

  Isaiah is not so gentle. “Approach the device.” After I do so, he continues. “Now we’re in the dungeon, you will refer to myself and Sawyer as sir. You will be our mistress, and whenever we’re in play you will assume a submissive role, unless we’re doing a switch scene. Understood?”

  I simply nod and look toward the floor, as they’ve instructed me. This, I have learned, is part of my submissive role.

  “Good,” Isaiah comments on my yielding posture. “You learn and submit quickly. Well done. Now get undressed.”

  My eyes flare wide open and I look between him and Sawyer. “But … you said we’d start light.”

  Isaiah’s nostrils flare in obvious annoyance. Sawyer’s gaze darts between the two of us and once more he assumes the role of mediator. “We did promise her that, Isaiah.”

  “We’re in play,” Isaiah snaps. “It’s sir now.” Then he turns his attention on me and glares. “Fine. You can keep your dress on, but I want your panties removed. Now.”

  I cross my arms protectively over my chest, glance back at Sawyer. He gives me a nod of encouragement. There’s no getting out of this, so with shaky fingers I slide my simple grey dress up my legs and slip out of the cotton briefs I’m wearing.

  At the sight of my bargain store underwear, Isaiah’s eyebrows raise. “We’ll have to get you some proper lingerie this weekend.”

  My cheeks flame from his disapproval. I nod and keep my eyes glued to the floor as I approach the pommel horse.

  Isaiah guides my wrist into one shackle while Sawyer binds the other. As they do so, Sawyer explains what will happen tonight. “We’re going to start with a light spanking. Isaiah and I are primarily into pleasure found through pain and orgasm denial. The BDSM experience is different for everyone. You’ll only experience minor pain in this session. We’ll moderate the strikes with pleasing touches.” He caresses my inner thigh to punctuate his last words. I stiffen from his touch, but a heatwave floods my pussy and makes it tingle.