Damaged Goods

by Lainey Reese

  As he connected the wires from the belt to the pads, he asked, “Have you ever had a medical test done where they measure your heart or reflexes? This works in a similar way. Every time I press the remote, it will trigger these little pads, like this.” He hit one of the buttons on the remote and watched as it flexed on her right breast. Terryn gasped and started to drop her arms.

  “Keep your hands where I’ve put them, sub.” He used a firm voice, his Dom voice, and Terryn reacted instantly by snapping back into position. “Do you like that?” he asked and hit the button for her other breast.

  She jerked and her knees wobbled, but she kept her hands in place and nodded. “Yes, Sir. I do.”

  He knew from what he’d read about this pricey little toy that the breast and clit pads would move like little sucking mouths where they were placed. The electrical current caused the pads to contract and flex over those sensitive bits of flesh and with the medical-grade adhesive holding them in place, it promised to be an exciting evening no matter how wet or active she became.

  “Spread your legs for me.” She did with a whimper. “Wider. Nice. Now hold very still.” He knelt and spread her labia. “Damn, you are so wet.” He leaned forward and took a savoring lick. “We have to have you dry for the adhesive to work though.”

  Brice riffled around in his briefcase until he came up with a napkin left from his lunch takeout. Then he gently and thoroughly dried her clit and the flesh surrounding it. With careful fingers, he made sure that the pad was placed exactly as it should be, with the hood pulled back to expose the ultra-sensitive tissues. He took extra care that nothing was pinching uncomfortably.

  “That looks perfect.” He looked up at her with one eyebrow arched. “Shall we test this one too?” He hit the remote and was savagely pleased when she responded with a deep, guttural shout of pleasure. Even braced for it, she still stumbled in place for a brief second before she righted herself. Brice kept his eyes on her face when he pulled out the next piece. He wasn’t disappointed; she gulped and looked ready to panic at the sight of the vibrator.

  Before he slid it into place, he ran it in light circles around both her holes, just to keep her guessing which it was going to be in for the night. He slid the small shaft halfway in to her weeping pussy and rotated it a couple times. Her knees threatened to buckle and her hips flexed, but her arms were still where he’d ordered them to stay. He pulled it out and ran it over each silky lip, then tapped the tip against her covered clitoris. Terryn’s entire body jolted with each teasing touch.

  When he slipped it back to toy and press on her untried ass she gave a low purr of pleasure. He watched her face carefully for signs of discomfort as he pressed until the very tip popped in. Her gasp and whimper were all the encouragement he needed.

  “Mmm, that’s nice. Now, little sub, turn around, bend over and spread your pretty cheeks for me.” He could seat it from here with no problem, but he wanted her to open herself for it. He wanted his sub to submit for him and show him she willingly took what he wanted to give her. Without saying another word, Brice twirled one finger in the air, motioning for her to turn. She did it—with shaking hands and a tremor in her legs—but she did it.

  He almost drooled at the sight. The skin was flushed with arousal, the deep pink color of her pussy fading to a blush around her anus. He took time to stroke the toy over her lips and pump it an inch into her sheath for a few seconds before sliding up to circle and tease the smaller hole. He leaned forward, no longer able to resist, and used his tongue there, lapping and suckling while pulsing the plug in and out before finally gliding it home. The anal plug was small in both diameter and length, so it slid into place with ease while Terryn gasped and moaned.

  He helped her stand back up and checked again to make sure nothing pinched or pulled, then told her to go and dress for dinner. As she did that, Brice went and got himself cleaned up as well. Anticipation hummed pleasantly through his veins. This promised to be a night to remember.

  Chapter Eleven

  Terryn had never been to the restaurant adjacent to the club. It held a five-star rating according to Forbes Travel Guide, and that was a little too spendy for her. She figured she’d have to make a lot more money than she currently did to justify dropping three digits for a single meal.

  Brice helped her out of the cab and led her right past the line and into the lobby. A handsome young man with dark features looked up and literally beamed when he spotted them. “Detective,” he greeted as he swung out from behind the maître d’ podium. “I have your table set and ready. Cade and Trevor left orders for me to call as soon as you arrived.”

  Brice shook his hand. “Terryn, I’d like you to meet Mike. Mike, this is Terryn.”

  Terryn smiled and shook his offered hand. He had kind eyes and a gentle touch. Terryn liked him instantly and poured a little more warmth into her smile. It froze on her face when an instant buzzing flared to life in her ass and on her clit. She locked her knees and tried desperately not to let her face reflect what was going on below her waist.

  Mike, either oblivious or tactful, turned and led them toward a table. She turned a glare in Brice’s direction. Big mistake. Both her breasts immediately felt as though they were being sucked, vigorously. Brice gave her his Dom face, all stern and foreboding until she schooled her features and managed to wipe the glare away.

  “You wanna tell me why you did that?” she squeaked as she struggled to keep from collapsing on the way to their table.

  “You were flirting.”

  Her gasp was loud and immediate. It also earned her a higher speed on the butt plug. “I wasn’t flirting; you’re just using that as an excuse.” The smug grin he didn’t bother to hide gave truth to her claim. “All I did was smile at him.”

  Brice didn’t stop grinning but he turned off the toys and caressed a hand along her arm. “Honey, you’ve gotta be careful with those smiles. A look like that from a woman like you—well, it could ruin a man. Turn him into a lovesick idiot if you’re not careful.” Even though they were talking in whispers and Mike gave no indication that he could hear them, Terryn felt her face heat with embarrassment.

  As if proving his point, Mike pulled out Terryn’s chair himself and even unfolded her napkin with extra flourish. When he tried to place it in her lap as well, Brice had enough and snapped out a request that he hurry and call his cousin. Terryn hid her smile with her water glass and all but hummed with joy. It was nice to have a man be possessive of her.

  “So,” she said, “I thought we were going to have dinner at your cousin’s place.” Not that she minded the nice restaurant; she was just trying to make conversation.

  “We are.”

  Brice watched her with a strange, expectant look in his eye. Like dominoes falling into place, she put it all together. If this was his cousin’s place, then that meant the club was too. And that meant that his cousin knew she had joined the club. She gasped as the last piece fit. That meant that Trevor and Riley also had to know. Her bosses.

  Brice must have recognized that the look on her face was dread because he leaned close and whispered, “They own the place, Red. Think about it. Why would someone own a fetish club unless they were at least open to the lifestyle?” He laid a gentle kiss on her temple and murmured, “You already know they are a threesome. They’d be no more than hypocrites to have a problem with you being a member here.”

  It helped a little when he put it that way. “I know, but they are my bosses. I have to work with them every day. How can I face them knowing they know I like…um…” She looked around and leaned closer to whisper, “What I like.”

  Brice, the beast, only chuckled and turned the breast cups back on. It was incredible the way the little suction cups felt like mouths. With the gel he’d squirted into each before applying them, it was even wet. She let out a soft moan and felt her eyes drift close, forgetting the worry and allowing herself to just enjoy the sensation.

  “Now there’s a pretty sight.” Terryn’s e
yes popped open at the sound of Trevor’s voice. He was looking at her with frank appreciation.

  “Mmm, I’d have to agree.” Cade walked up with a stunning Riley under one arm. Riley gave her a coconspirator’s grin while Cade looked Terryn over with a familiar glint in his eye. She’d seen the same expression on Brice’s face a hundred times since they’d come together.

  “So, Brice,” Cade said without taking his eyes off Terryn, “I see you took our advice and picked up the tool belt. It’s put a lovely flush on your sub’s face and a sheen in her eyes that’s quite becoming.”

  “I’ll have to agree with you there, Cade,” Brice said as he rose and gave each one in turn that warm, one-armed guy hug that all men seem to know. Before he sat back down, he placed a soft kiss on Riley’s cheek, then resumed his seat next to Terryn. Before she could say anything herself, Riley reached across the table and clasped one of Terryn’s hands in both of hers.

  “Terryn,” she began, making eye contact and never breaking it. “I am so glad you wanted to come tonight. I was worried that you might feel awkward or something silly like that. We want you to know that this changes nothing about work. We love you. The center wasn’t half of what it is now that you’ve come along and brought so much to it.” She gave Terryn’s hand another encouraging squeeze before sitting between her two men.

  “Outside of work,” said Brice in his Dom tone, “especially in the club or at a time like this when you are here as my sub, you will give them the respect and accord that you would any Dom.” One strong hand tilted her chin up and over until she was looking him in the eye. “Understood?”

  She should have been livid. She should have stormed out. She should’ve at least been mortified. What she felt, though, was incredibly turned on. To keep from moaning, Terryn caught her bottom lip between her teeth and tried to focus on her breathing in order to distract herself from the need that was raging through her veins like a virus.

  She must not have answered fast enough because the vibrations on her clit shot back on right then and her whole body jerked in reaction. Brice kept her chin gripped tight in his fingers and his intense stare wouldn’t allow her eyelids to droop closed like she wanted them to. Her body gave a sharp jerk and tried to curl in on itself as an orgasm bloomed to life and burst over her. She couldn’t stop the panting whimpers that spilled from between her parted lips as Brice alternated the speed and strength of the toys, prolonging her pleasure. The whole time, his eyes never left her face and the look in those eyes left no doubt in Terryn’s mind that this—she—was pleasing him.

  Terryn heard a soft gasp and looked across the table at Riley. Brice laid a quick and plundering kiss on her lips before he reluctantly released her. When Terryn met Riley’s eyes, she felt a renewed rush of desire. Riley was flushed and panting. She was trying her best not to show it, but having just experienced it herself, Terryn could tell Riley was trying to hold back her own climax. Her hands were out of sight, but Terryn could see the muscles in her arms flexing, leading Terryn to assume she was quite literally trying to get a grip on herself. Terryn looked from Cade to Trevor. Both men were acting as though nothing unusual was going on and Trevor even gave her a wink as he lifted his glass for a drink.

  “I took the liberty of ordering our meal ahead of time. I hope you don’t mind,” Cade said to Brice, who assured him he’d expected nothing less. Terryn opened her mouth to ask Cade what they were doing to Riley and two things happened at once. The butt plug flared to sudden blaring life and Brice gripped a fistful of hair at the back of her neck.

  He looked casual and relaxed, talking to her with hardly any eye contact. “Terryn, a sub doesn’t address a Dom without first gaining permission from her own Dom. If we were here on a normal night out, which will be the case often, I’m sure, you may speak as freely as you please. But like we’ve already covered, you are here as my sub this evening and unless the word coming out of your mouth was ‘pickles’, you were about to overstep your bounds.”

  She gulped and nodded. As an afterthought, she also lowered her eyes and tried to sound contrite as she murmured an apology. Contrite was hard to do when what you felt was a whirlwind of excitement, lust and adventure. She heard another sound of pleasure from Riley and this time it was accompanied by a sharp nudge of her foot under the table.

  Terryn, still trying for contrite, peeked through her lashes to see what was going on. Riley clearly hadn’t meant to nudge her; it was obvious that she was losing her fight to hold off her orgasm. She was shifting restlessly in her seat and now had a firm visible grip on the arms of her men. They continued to enjoy their drinks and pretend that they had no clue that their wife was about to implode.

  Suddenly, Riley slumped and relaxed in her seat. She blew out a little huff and eyed each of her men in turn before she said in a hiss, “That was just mean.” Trevor smirked and Cade only arched a brow as Riley then looked at Terryn and said, “They do this to me all the time. Get me so worked up I’m about to blow and then stop before I can.” She gave another huff and glared at them again.

  Cade said, “The food is coming, Ry. We were trying to save you from ‘blowing’ in front of Mike.” He smiled in a dazzling display of teeth and added, “But, if you’d rather we continue…” Riley was quick to shake her head and give him big pleading eyes as Mike did indeed appear just then, wheeling a tray of food.

  “Riley is wearing the tool belt as well, Terryn,” Brice whispered while Mike placed plates filled with food that looked more like art in front of everybody.

  Terryn’s head snapped up and she gaped at Riley who nodded and gave her a mischievous wink very similar to the one Trevor had given her a moment ago. They smiled at each other and Terryn felt a connection to Riley that she hadn’t felt with another woman besides Katie.

  A sharp pain stabbed her heart at the thought and for a moment Terryn felt guilty for feeling anything other than grief. It seemed wrong to be happy when her friend was gone. Her eyes started to fill and then Riley reached out across the table.

  “I miss her too. It’s so awful that we’ll never get to see her again.” Riley’s eyes teared up as well and Terryn felt that connection go even deeper. Three days ago, Terryn would have slid into her grief and drowned in the sorrow engulfing her, with no one close to turn to and nothing to distract her from the pain. She’d just flailed under the relentless waves that crashed upon her like the sea during a storm.

  Now, she focused outside herself and gripped Riley’s hands tightly. “She loved you guys,” she said to them in a voice that was husky with the effort it took to hold back the tears. “She never told me about anything personal or intimate. She had more class than to betray a confidence. But she did talk about the non-personal stuff and she thought the world of you all.”

  Trevor made a sound in his throat that was a cross between a grunt and a sigh, yet it conveyed a wealth of emotion held in check. Cade acknowledged the words with a nod of thanks and tucked a curl of Riley’s dark hair behind her ear, then cupped the back of her neck in his palm to comfort her.

  Riley absorbed the warmth for a moment, then seemed to take herself in hand with a shake of her head and gave Terryn’s hands one last squeeze before sitting back and picking up her wine. “Well,” she said as she lifted the glass, “tonight isn’t a night for sadness. Let’s give her a toast and then we’ll put it away.”

  As all them lifted and clinked glasses with a chorus of, “To Katie,” Terryn felt that Katie would be touched and the thought was comforting enough that she could put it away—for now.

  The meal was light and delicious. Before Terryn started she was sure she was going to have to choke down the food. Too much emotion and nerves always killed her appetite. She just hoped she’d be able to eat enough to be polite. After that first bite, however, Terryn felt her hunger awaken and the meal became a delicate feast.

  The men spoke of family issues and shared past stories, each trying to one-up the others with childhood tales. Riley and Terryn were both
charmed and laughing before the second course was served. Terryn was more than a little shocked to realize that she was dating a rich man when she’d thought she was dating a cop. The stories they told involved exotic places, yachts and even servants. Things Terryn had only seen in movies or read about in books.

  “Small family inheritance, huh?” she teased after a particularly funny story about how the three of them had gotten kicked out of a British boarding school.

  Brice only arched a brow and said, “I had more on my mind at that moment than my portfolio. If memory serves, so did you.”

  Terryn grinned and had to give him that one.

  Brice watched as Terryn lost the sadness. It was like watching a flower bloom. She was wide open and vibrant with life and laughter. As dessert was served, he signaled Cade and Trevor.

  Terryn took her first bite of chocolate mousse and he hit the switch that activated her breasts. She fumbled her spoon a little and as she wiped a dab of chocolate from her chin, she sent him a glare. Just like he’d hoped she would—it gave him the excuse to activate the anal plug. Her eyes widened and a flush stole up her neck to heat her face. He felt an answering heat settle in his groin as he watched her.

  When he looked over at Riley, he could tell her men had activated something on her as well. While the conversation between him and the other two men turned to the upcoming fundraiser to benefit both centers, the women fell silent. Both grew flushed and it became apparent that neither of them were going to hold out for long and the mood shifted from lighthearted to needy.

  “Did you manage to tap the senator for a speech again this year?” Brice asked as he slid a hand along Terryn’s thigh.

  He tugged a little until she got the message and spread her legs for him while Trevor told him about some guests lined up for the event. She’d followed directions and had no underwear on to navigate around, so when Brice continued his journey up her leg he found nothing but hot, wet woman. He traced the soft petals of her core lightly, tickling strokes that added to the sensations already bombarding her. She squirmed in her seat and tried to angle her hips to entice him inside and he stopped the motion with a sharp pinch on one labia. Her whole body jolted and a sexy gasp left her lips. God, he loved the sounds she made.