by Diane Leyne
She was so damned close. She just needed some friction on her clit. She prayed he wasn’t going to torment her and deny her an orgasm.
Then she wished he would, as she heard the sound of a Hitachi. She looked up and yelled, “No, no!” as he slowly moved it toward her waiting clit.
“That’s not your safeword, baby. We talked about this earlier. If you really want me to stop, then say marshmallow. Otherwise, take what I have to give you.”
He paused and then grinned. Then he pressed the Hitachi against her clit and she screamed as the first orgasm tore through her, and then the second and the third. She barely realized that he’d started moving the dildo in and out of it, fucking her with it until he changed the angle and brushed it firmly over her G-spot. She screamed again and kept on screaming as her orgasms kept slamming through her in wave after wave that felt like they would never end.
And then, suddenly, the dildo was gone. The Hitachi was gone. And he was inside her, buried deep. But he wasn’t moving. She tried to buck her hips against him, urging him to move, but she was so spent she could only lay there and wait.
She didn’t have to wait long. He reached down with a wicked grin, grabbed the chain between the two nipple clamped and yanked hard. Before she could even begin to process the pain, he was riding her hard, plunging in and out like a man on a mission and when she came again, so did he, emptying himself into the condom he wore before collapsing on top of her, spent as well.
They’d cuddled afterward and then made sweet, gentle love twice before he woke her up early and fucked her hard again.
Then he kissed her and surprised her by announcing that he was heading for the airport. “I have to get back to Japan. I only had one night off. I’ll be back the day of your last teaching assignment.”
“Yes, well, there might not be any last seminar. The way Nick looked when he ran away again, I wouldn’t be surprised if he cancelled.”
“Don’t worry about that, sugar. Peter’s figured out a way to make sure that doesn’t happen.”
“What have you done?”
“Nothing yet. But don’t worry. Nick will be there with bells on. I can guarantee it.” He yawned. “And now I must get dressed and head for the airport. Otherwise I’ll do the thing I want do to so badly and fall back to sleep with you in my arms.”
“You must be exhausted. You will be even more exhausted. I can’t believe you came all this way for just a few hours with me.”
“I’d have come that far for just five minutes with you. I love you, Sarah. And remember, that rule of three goes both ways. Next time will be our third time and we’ll be officially in a relationship. Think carefully, Sarah, while I’m away. I know what I want. Do you?”
* * * *
Nick had thought about nothing but her for the last week. He had gone back and forth, back and forth. Rule of three. How idiotic. She was seeing Peter, too. Why did he even care? Revenge? Yes. That was it. Revenge. He could take her from Peter and show him how it felt to have your heart ripped out.
But then he thought of his kitten. She had looked at him with such trust and such determination. He was the one who she was threatening with her idiotic rule of three. Rule of three, indeed.
He dithered for a week. He had even thought of going to over to see her and discuss this stupid rule. He’d finally given in and driven over to her place. Then he’d sat in his truck across the street from her place and brooded for two hours. He’d almost talked himself into disregarding her stupid rule of three when a cab had pulled up and Peter had gotten out. Peter! He watched as Peter walked up to her door and she’d opened it and kissed him. Him! Nick had waited until the door closed, then he drove home and opened a bottle of scotch.
Monday morning he was up early, his head pounding. When he got to work, he went straight to Sean’s office, storming in and demanding someone take his place. He ranted and raved. He knew he sounded like a crazy man, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. Finally, he realized that Sean was just staring at him. And then he nodded. He’d been prepared for any argument that Sean could throw at him, any response he could make. Except one. Sean had agreed with him.
“You know, if you don’t think the two of you are suited to teach together, don’t worry about it. I’ve already heard from one of the Doms from Collars and Cuffs. It seems that Sarah was concerned you might not want to continue. But not to worry. One of the Doms at C&C said he’d be happy to step in. A Peter Firenelli. I think you might know him. So don’t worry about it at all, Nick. Everything is covered.”
Firenelli? Firenelli! Damn him. That bastard took Jackie and now he wanted kitten, too. Well, over his dead body. Or over Peter’s. Nick didn’t much care.
“Forget it, Sean. Sorry to bother you about this. I can make some changes to my schedule and make it work. After all, I made a commitment.”
Then he stomped out without waiting for an answer.
* * * *
Sarah stared at the phone. She only knew one person who could help her find out more information and could do it without gossiping. Sean O’Malley. No matter what Nick or Peter said, she could feel the specter of Jackie hanging over them.
Taking a deep breath, she opened her address list and thumbed through the names until she got to Sean O’Malley. If anyone could help her, he could.
Her thumb hovered over the call button when the ring tone sounded. Startled, she almost dropped the phone. Pressing the answer button, she was shocked to hear Sean’s voice.
“Sean? But I was just going to call you.”
“And now you don’t have to. What were you going to call me about?”
“You first. After all, you did call me.”
“Fair enough. So, what do you mean tying my head of club security all up into knots?”
“Uh, sorry? I didn’t mean to.”
He laughed. “I know, but I also meant it in a good way. For a while, I didn’t think he’d ever get over Jackie’s betrayal. And losing Peter too…”
“He didn’t lose Peter. He pushed him away.”
“So, you know that much.”
“Yes, but not the whole story. I’ve heard Peter’s side, but Nick, well, I’m afraid to bring it up with him. He’s so volatile. Yet, I think we have to get it out in the open.”
“I agree, which is why I’m calling. There’s someone you need to talk to.”
Chapter Eight
Session Two
Sarah was just about finished setting up her display for the second session she and Nick were leading together. She’d been busy the last week. She’d done a little research. She’d gone to the spa for a waxing. And she’d booked a private room at Collars and Cuffs, the big one with the spanking bench and the big bondage bed.
She had asked Peter to meet her there at seven. Now, if only Nick cooperated. She giggled. She’d freaked him out with her rule of three. Men were funny. Both he and Peter and taken her seriously when she’d mentioned it. It was just something that had popped out when she was arguing with Nick. She had no hard and fast rule when it came to relationships. That would be silly. But he’d taken it seriously.
And so had Peter when she’d mentioned it to him. She’d thought he would laugh with her about it but, instead, he’d taken it extremely seriously. Men. She’d never understand them, and Doms were the worst.
She checked her watch. If he didn’t chicken out, Nick should be arriving any minute now.
* * * *
Some Iceman he was. Nick felt his palms sweating as he sat in his truck. She had given him an ultimatum. She’d done it in the nicest possible way, but she’d made it clear. They’d played twice. A third time and they were in a relationship whether he wanted it or not. That was a crazy rule. And yet…he did want a relationship with her. Maybe he would take advantage of her rule. If they played one more time, she’d be his…sub? Girlfriend? He realized he wasn’t exactly sure how this rule worked, but he knew it meant she’d be his.
The more he thought about it, the more he liked
the idea. He could admit it to himself, he’d been lonely and he missed Peter. They’d been friends for more than thirty years. And maybe, just maybe it wasn’t Peter’s fault about the baby. It had taken him six months to calm down and see that, but he was still hurt and he had his pride, and then so much time had passed he wasn’t sure how to move forward or if that was even possible.
Could kitten be the means of reconciling with Peter? He could use this. Make her grateful. Make Peter grateful. He’d be the bigger man. He’d be in control. Maybe they could even have a ménage. He remembered her BDSM profile. She’d indicated she was open to a ménage. He’d start working on her. No, as her Dom, he’d order her to submit to a ménage with him and Peter. Together, they’d drive her to heights no one man could give a woman on his own. Yes, he’d position it as altruism on his part. He’d approach Peter first. Let him know that they were both involved with the same woman, if he didn’t already know. He’d hold out an olive branch named kitten.
* * * *
She snuck a glance at Nick, who was busy with his own table. Was he humming? He certainly looked much happier than he had the last time she’d seen him running away from her.
Just then, he looked up and caught her eye. Sarah had an overwhelming urge to drop to her knees at his feet, but she restrained it. It wasn’t the time or the place. As if he had recognized her urge, he suddenly smiled. He grin was almost wolfish as he reached down to adjust his cock in his pants, his gaze never leaving hers.
The look of intent in his eyes made her stomach clench. Hell, it made everything go tight from her nipples down to her clit and her pussy as she fought to break eye contact. She was so aroused that she was practically ready to come on the spot. It wouldn’t take much stimulation to put her over the top, but she knew that he wouldn’t be pleased if she came without permission. That is, if they were playing tonight. If they were just co-teaching, then her orgasms were none of his business.
His grin changed as he slapped the cane onto his own palm a couple of times. She could feel her panties getting wetter and she had to force herself to look away. Drat! How would she get through the four-hour session ahead of them?
She was reaching down to make a small adjustment to her display when she felt his hand on her ass, squeezing hard. She jumped, but couldn’t move as he was now behind her, his front plastered to her back, his arms caging her as he whispered in her ear.
“I bought that cane just for you. Did you like it? I can’t wait to mark your ass with it, that is, if you want to play tonight.”
Sarah swallowed hard and had to stop herself from turning and dropping to her knees to free the cock she could feel pressed against her lower back. Their students would begin arriving soon, and she didn’t want them to see her on her knees with Nick’s cock down her throat, no matter how badly she wanted to do it.
“Well, kitten? Want to play tonight? I need an answer.”
Sarah tried to speak, but nothing came out. One of his hands had moved to the front of her drawstring linen pants and had slid down inside the waistband. She could feel her breath coming faster as his hand delved deeper, one big finger sliding under the waistband of her panties and moving like a guided missile directly to her clit.
“What, cat got your tongue, kitten?” He bit her earlobe and then kissed it better. “Don’t even think of coming without permission, or it could be a long, long night of doing without for you. That’s supposing you want to play.”
All she could do was moan as he slowly and relentlessly caressed her stiffening, throbbing clit. She knew that her panties were soaked now. He knew it, too. He slid his finger further between her legs and slid it up inside her as the heel of his big hand ground against her clit.
She bit back a moan. He had slid a second finger inside her and was moving them in and out, in and out. She could feel her knees going limp as her climax started to rise up. She knew that it wouldn’t take much to make her come. She tried to fight it.
“Kitten, answer me. Do you want to play tonight?”
“Yes, Nick.” The words came out between her clenched teeth as she desperately held back the orgasm that was lingering just below the surface. Hell, maybe the punishment would be worth it. She tried to press her clit against his hand. It wouldn’t take much now…
“Oh, kitten.” He pulled his hand out of her pants just before she came. He hand his cream-coated fingers up to her mouth. “Lick them clean! You may call me Nick now, if you insist, but tonight you’ll be screaming out Master before you get any satisfaction. Or maybe I won’t allow you to come at all tonight. Maybe I’ll take you back to my place for an extended scene and not let you come until the sun comes up. Would you like that, kitten? It’s our third time playing and I want to make it special.” His voice deepened as he whispered directly into her ear, “Want to come to my place and see my private dungeon?”
“Oh, god, yes!” The words slipped out before she could stop them.
“Not god, kitten, but you will serve me tonight and tomorrow morning. Would you like to be my slave, kitten, until noon tomorrow? Can you handle that? Can you handle almost twelve hours as my property, serving me, letting me own your body, to give it pain or pleasure according to my whim?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. “Yes, please, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. Just then, the door opened, and Sarah felt her body sag with disappointment as he pulled away from her.
Nick just laughed and slapped her ass.
“Finish up that display, kitten. It’s our third time playing together and I want to make it special. Tonight, I’m having your ass!”
* * * *
Things had rapidly gotten out of hand. Damn, she’d been putty in his hands. She wondered what he’d think after tonight.
Class seemed to drag by, but finally, it was over. She grabbed her purse and prepared to make a run for it. If she let him touch her again, she’d melt in his arms and do whatever it was he wanted. But Peter would be waiting for them.
“Collars and Cuffs. 7:00 p.m. I’ve booked Room One,” she practically shouted at him as she fled. It was her turn to run away.
It was six thirty. She drove straight to the club. She could shower there and change in the sub’s locker room. At seven, she was ready. The question now was, would they be there? She headed to the control room, which wasn’t what it sounded like. It was actually where the security monitors were. She watched as Peter arrived at six forty-five and went straight down to Room One. Nick arrived five minutes later. He was new and one of the Doms gave him directions. She watched him enter. Then she watched as the clock ticked off the minutes until it was finally seven.
“Well, it’s a good sign that they are both still in there, right?”
Then she turned to the small crowd that had gathered to watch her. “Showtime!”
She stood up and wrapped the robe she was wearing tightly around her body. Then she walked through the throng. They were all so sweet and encouraging. “And don’t any of you dare watch the monitors.”
“Spoilsport!”
But they’d all filed with her and walked her to the door, wishing her luck and a red ass. She stood at the door. Then she turned the knob and pushed it open.
Chapter Nine
Two sets of masculine eyes turned to her. They were sitting on the bed, side by side, watching her as she walked in. She didn’t see any bruises, and she did see lots of skin. Both were barefoot, wearing only leather pants, and they looked magnificent. Peter was taller and leanly muscled. Nick was a shade shorter, still tall, but he was broadly built. Together, they were magnificent. Fire and Ice. Hers?
She walked toward them, stopping about four feet in front of them, in front of a pillow they’d clearly placed just for her. Smiling, she shrugged out of her robe. She wore nothing under it. Gracefully, she dropped to her knees and waited.
Nick picked up something that had been sitting on the bed. An envelope that she knew had his and Peter’s names o
n it.
“What is this?”
“Please, Sirs, don’t be mad at me. I spoke to Jackie.”
“Why would you do that?” Nick sounded furious. “How did you even know how to reach her?”
“To find the truth. I’d heard bits and pieces of the story. There are a lot of rumors floating around, including that she lied. I thought you both deserved to know the truth. We all did. Otherwise, she’d always be a specter between us all. And no, I didn’t gossip about you all. Subs talk. But that’s not how I found her. It was Sean O’Malley.”
“Sean?”
She watched as Nick went pale. Peter looked like he wanted to be sick. The two men moved over to the bed and sat down abruptly.
“Yes, Jackie actually called him, hoping that he would put her in touch with you. He’s held onto her number for a year, waiting for the right moment to give it to you. It seems there never was one, so he gave it to me.”
She paused and looked up at the men. Nick looked sick and Peter didn’t look much better.
“And what did you find?” Nick managed to croak, his voice hoarse with emotion.
“Jackie lied and she’s sorry.”
“She’s…sorry?”
“Yes, she told me everything. She’s grown up a lot since then. She offered to come up here and apologise in person, but I told her I’d have to ask you first. Please, Nick, Peter. Don’t be mad.”
Nick stood up. “I don’t want to know!”
Peter yanked him back down. “I don’t want to know either. But we need to know. For better or worse, we need to know. And I trust Sarah. She wouldn’t bring this up if it wasn’t important. Sarah…”
“Jackie told me the pregnancy was all a lie. She’d gone off the pill and had been trying to get pregnant when she’d realized you two were pulling away from her. When that didn’t happen right away, she decided to make one up. She’d fake a miscarriage if she had to. She decided to pin the phantom pregnancy on Nick because she knew that, contrary to your nicknames, Peter would have reacted less emotionally and demanded a paternity test before he’d marry her whereas she was sure she could get Nick to the altar before he discovered her lie.”
