Submission for Skeptics [Club Libertine 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Diane Leyne

  He paused at the door. “This is your last chance to change your mind.” His expression turned serious. “If you walk through that door, you’ve agreed to be trained by us at least until the session at Club Libertine. The training will be intense, as we will be packing a lot into a short time. Are you sure you understand what you are getting yourself into?”

  “I read Dr. McClain’s book. I want to do this.”

  “And you understand that this training will involve sex with both myself and Damon and it will involve pain, sometimes a lot of pain mixed with the pleasure. Can you handle that?” He held her hands and looked into her eyes. “I love Damon with all my heart and would die for him, but he is a Dom through and through. He will demand your absolute obedience, and his punishments will be effective and creative, but he’s not huge on the pain, but he can dish it out when it is necessary. Sometimes it is hard for him to give me what I need, but while I’m a masochist of the highest order with my Master, when I have a slave of my own, I enjoy being the one wielding the whip and the crop and the paddle.

  “Make no mistake about it, we’ll both push you hard, so remember your colors. Green is good, yellow means slow down, and red means stop, but use it wisely. If Damon thinks you are using it to take control, he might declare things over.”

  “Over? That doesn’t seem right. I thought a safe word would just end a scene.”

  “Normally, yes. But you are here on probation and proving something to not just me and him, but to yourself and Thursday night to the folks at Club Libertine. Once that hurdle has been passed, then everything will be up for negotiation.”

  “Are you giving up all of my secrets, boy?” It was Damon. They’d been so involved in their conversation that neither Brad nor Kris had heard his approach.

  Kris looked at him. He had changed. Now he was wearing the leather pants he’d worn in the club and nothing else. His hair was tied back, and his dark eyes glittered.

  “You heard what boy said. Do you accept the terms?”

  Kris looked at him. Her nice, easygoing neighbor was gone and in his place was this darkly sexy man she barely recognized. Yet she was unbelievably aroused by the situation. She wanted this. In some strange way she needed this. Brad was right. She was here to prove something to herself and others, and also to atone. She’d take whatever Damon and Brad threw at her, without protest. It was only three days. She could handle three days.

  “I do.”

  “Good girl.” She found herself warming at the approval in his tone. “Boy. Take girl into the playroom and help her get ready. I’ll expect to find the both of you naked and kneeling when I return in five minutes.” He didn’t wait for an answer, turning on his heel and walking back to the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

  Brad opened the door and gestured for her to precede him. The room was dark, but she could see a bit with the light from the hallway. But when Brad entered behind her, he let the door close behind him, and the room was pitch black. He was obviously very familiar with the layout. A second later, she heard the click of a light switch, and the room was bathed in a soft light.

  She looked around. The room was much bigger than she’d imagined. One wall seemed to contain nothing but cabinets. Another wall had several sets of shackles, and a third wall was mirrored. Against the fourth wall was a piece of equipment she couldn’t identify. However, she did recognize the St. Andrew’s Cross in one corner and the pair of spanking benches. There was also a leather-covered table with a set of stirrups like a doctor’s office at one end and a round protuberance at the other much like one would see on a massage table. There also seemed to be a lot of straps and buckles.

  Part of her wanted to look around, but part of her was afraid.

  “No time to dawdle. Master will not be happy if we aren’t ready when he gets here.”

  “You mean I’ll earn another punishment.”

  “No, I will. Master told me to get you ready. I’m the one who will be punished if you aren’t ready.”

  Damn. I can’t earn him a punishment.

  “Okay, what do I have to do?”

  “It’s quite easy. Strip naked, fold your clothes neatly and place them on the shelf with mine and then kneel on the pillow with your knees apart and your hands clasped behind your back.”

  As he talked, Brad pulled two flat pillows into place and then started stripping off. She froze at the sight of his magnificent body, thickly muscled with a huge cock springing free, already hard and pointing up toward his flat stomach.

  “What can I say? I love the playroom. And you have about sixty seconds to join me on a pillow.”

  Kris turned her back and waggled her bound hands at him. Laughing, he strode over to her and tugged down her shorts and panties at the same time and helped her step out of them. Then her took them and folded them neatly beside his sweatpants.

  “Now let me help you kneel. Good. Now spread you knees as far as you comfortably can. If your arms weren’t already bound behind you, I’d instruct you to clasp your hands behind you back. When Master enters, drop your eyes to the floor and don’t raise them unless he gives you permission. And remember, no speaking unless spoken to.”

  Before she could answer, the door swung open.

  Chapter Six

  Kris had to force herself to keep her gaze lowered as Damon slowly walked into the room. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him lean down to caress Brad’s head with one hand. In the other, he was carrying what looked like a riding crop. She felt a shiver of desire run through her. What the hell was happening? That book had corrupted her, putting dark desires into her head, desires that she’d never had before, that she’d associated with abuse, but she now found herself wondering what it would feel like if he used that crop on her. She hadn’t thought she’d enjoy being spanked, but that had turned into a pleasurable experience. She had to force her thoughts back to the present.

  “How are you doing, boy? Are you looking forward to playing with girl?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “What do you think of girl? Are her tits pleasing to you? Would you like to suck them some more?”

  She saw Brad glance at her, his eyes laser focused on her breasts. He licked his lips before returning to Damon.

  “I love her tits, Master. I’d love to suck them and squeeze them and bite them until she screams for mercy.”

  Kris couldn’t stop from turning her head to look at Brad. This wasn’t the Southern gentleman she’d known for six months. This was a primitive stranger controlled by his base desires, and what he wanted was her. Maybe it was his crude words or maybe the tone of his voice, raw with need, or maybe the combination of the two, but she was suddenly literally shaking with desire, and the evidence of which was now running down her thighs.

  Damon laughed. “And you shall get the chance, boy. But you need to be patient. Now, what about her ass? It’s a nice ass, don’t you think? Firm and ripe and just made for a man’s hand. Would you like to spank girl’s ass?”

  “She has a wonderful ass, Master. I would love to spank it and flog it and paddle it and whip it and then fuck it.”

  This time Damon laughed harder. “You really have missed being on top, haven’t you, boy? I’m glad we have our new toy here for you to play with. Now, tell me this. Would you like to fuck girl’s hot pussy? Or maybe her mouth or just her ass?”

  “Whichever one Master wants me to fuck.” Brad’s tone was humble, but his eyes glittered with desire and something else as he glanced over to Kris. She saw his expression and felt a shiver of desire pulse through her. She’d never felt too desired, and now not one but two men, men she’d fantasized about for the last six months, were about to turn her fantasy into reality. Of course, her fantasies hadn’t included whips and paddles, at least not until last night after she’d read that damned book.

  Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her left nipple and then her right one.

  “Ouch.” Damn him. He’d hit her with the crop. Her nipples hardened more
as the jolt of pain morphed into heat that seemed to pulse through her breasts and all the way down to her pussy.

  “Pay attention, girl. Your attention must never wander from your Masters. You must listen and obey at all times.”

  “Yes, Master.” The words came reluctantly, but weren’t as difficult as she had expected.

  “Boy, you can speak freely. Which do you want to fuck first?”

  “Since Master spanked her ass first, boy would really like to fuck it first.”

  “Well, boy, be good today, and you’ll get your wish. You might have to wait a day or two while we prepare her and stretch her ass so she can take a cock, but if you are a good boy, you’ll have her ass. Disobey and you’ll be watching while Master and girl have all the fun. Understand?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Even after the strikes with the crop, Kris had to force herself to concentrate and keep her breathing under control. Damon was talking about her as if she weren’t even there and in the crudest of terms, but damned if it wasn’t turning her on even more. Intellectually, she thought she should be angry or offended, but instead she was turned unbelievably on. She could feel more moisture leaking from her. She’d never had anal sex, but the thought of Brad taking her that way was arousing. Even the talk about stretching her ass was strangely hot.

  The riding crop moved again as Damon leaned down. He ran it between her legs, running up one thigh and down the other, pausing in the middle to burrow into her slit and rub against her clit, eliciting a low moan as it gathered up some of her juices.

  “Boy. Taste this and tell me what you think?” He moved over and placed the coated end of the crop in front of Brad’s face. Brad immediately opened his mouth, and his tongue darted out and licked it. His eyes closed. “Mmm. Like honey.” Damon lifted it to his own mouth and tasted it, his eyes closing as he clearly enjoyed the taste.

  Kris felt a wave of need ripple through her and leave her panting with desire. There was something about the way these two men were so turned on by her. Their obvious need for her was intoxicating. In that moment, the entire world dropped away and there was nothing but her throbbing clit and her need to have her pussy filled by these two men, and she’d do anything they wanted to experience their possession. Was this love? Did she love them? Was that why she wasn’t freaked out by their treating her as their possession? Is that why she found herself desperately wanting to please them?

  Possession. That word was so loaded, but it also described how they were treating, her but not in a demeaning way. It was almost like they were slaves to their need for her, their possession. There was something about that word, the tone, the authority in Damon’s voice that was making her all hot and bothered. Maybe it was the way Damon was speaking, as if she was his to share with Brad as he saw fit. She should be outraged, but she wasn’t. Afterward, she’d think more on this. It would make a good article. Right now, she just desperately, totally wanted them more than she’d ever wanted a man in her life.

  * * * *

  Damon walked over to Kris. He could see the emotions at play on her face. He could tell that she was afraid but also aroused by his words.

  “Girl.” He didn’t seem to expect a response. He just looked down at her, his cock tenting his pants. She looked like she almost expected him to whip out his cock and make her suck it, but Damon just kept looking at her. He could see evidence of her arousal in the pointed nipples that looked as hard as diamonds. He wanted desperately to take one into his mouth and suck hard to see her reaction, but something held him back.

  Damon waited, he wasn’t sure what for. His cock was so hard, he half expected it to break through his pants. Maybe part of it was that he was overwhelmed by the trust she’d placed in him. It made him want to cradle her to him and assure her that his love for her was as strong as his love for Brad.

  He sighed. He wasn’t sure she was ready to hear that. He knew he was being really strict, considering she was a newcomer to the lifestyle, but he’d known her for six months. She’d never before really looked at him or Brad as men back when she’d thought they were gay. They were eunuchs to her, and she treated them almost like her girlfriends at time, talking about dating and men. She felt so comfortable with them that she thought nothing of being half naked in front of them and he and Brad would go upstairs so damned aroused and frustrated that she was downstairs instead of in bed with them where she was meant to be.

  For six months, they’d endured seeing her go on first dates that rarely turned into second dates, and they’d held her and supported her, but now they wanted, needed her to look at them with longing and even love. This might be their first and only chance to get her to think about being with them.

  She was a strong woman who put up barriers. Her family had taught her that a woman should be subjugated by her man and was a lesser to him. He and Brad didn’t feel that way. They loved and respected her intelligence and independence and would always support her desire to work or write full time, whatever made her happy. And they would never cut her off from her friends or family or deliberately injure her. Of course, that didn’t stop either one of them from wanting to dominate her in bed, and it didn’t mean they wouldn’t regularly redden her ass or clamp her nipples or any number of other sexual torture techniques they’d discussed wanting to try out on her, during late-night conversations in bed, but they’d never to anything that would cause her lasting harm. Hell, she probably wouldn’t even have a bruise the next day from most of their activities. If anything, it was their hearts that were at risk.

  Sure they were taking advantage of her temporary weakness after the problem at Club Libertine, but Damon and Brad were both tired of waiting for her to see them as men and not just buddies and had planned on making their move when the kerfuffle with the book had happened and Damon had jumped at the chance to make her see them as men, sexual men who desired her.

  He looked down at Brad and Kris and realized how much he loved them both. When he looked down, he realized that he was the luckiest damned man on earth to have not one but two loves in his life. His heart swelled when he looked at Brad. He’d never get tired of declaring or showing his love for the firefighter who owned his heart. They were two halves of the whole and he couldn’t believe how lucky they were to find each other. And now there was Kris. When he’d first felt attracted to her, he’d been afraid to tell Brad, fearing the other man would feel threatened or think that Damon wanted to replace him with a woman.

  But he should have known better. He and Brad were so attuned. And Brad had no such qualms about declaring that they had to stop wasting time and figure out how to get Kris to see that she belonged with them, to them, submitting to them. The problem was, neither of them knew how to go about it.

  But now she was with them, submitting to them. And he was determined to show Kris that being in a permanent relationship with the two of them could work. He walked over to the wall by the door. There were what looked to most people like electric switches, but there were more than the normal two. Damon flipped a switch, and there was a low hum of a motor, as chains began descending from the ceiling.

  Kris must have been distracted by the chains and didn’t see him signal Brad because she seemed surprised when the firefighter got to his feet and helped her up. He positioned her under the chains and then unclipped her bound wrists. After running his hands up and down her arms to make sure that the circulation had returned, he then raised her arms up and clipped the cuffs to the chains.

  Then he went and grabbed a bar from the table and returned to kneel in front of her. He nudged her legs apart. The spreader bar was about thirty inches wide, and he attached it to the D-ring on her ankle cuffs, holding her legs wide apart and exposing her pussy.

  The metallic sound of the motor sounded again, raising her up until she was balanced on her toes. Another nod from Damon and Brad fastened a blindfold around her eyes, buckling it behind her head.

  “Girl, this will help you focus just on the sensations you are fe
eling. Don’t try to anticipate what we are going to do. Just take a deep breath, and try to relax and enjoy your inspection.”

  He waited and was pleased to see that she literally followed his instructions. His eyes were laser focused on the rise and fall of her tits as she took in and then let out a deep, cleansing breath.

  She was ready.

  “Boy, I think it is time to examine our property. Stand up and help me with this.” Damon leaned in and ran his hand down her back from her shoulder to the small of her back and her buttock. He paused, squeezing her cheek before giving her a quick slap and stroking down her back again. Brad concentrated on her front, cupping her breasts and plumping them in his hands before lowering his head and taking one tight nipple in his mouth.

  As he suckled, she moaned and then was distracted as Damon pressed his body against her side, turned her head, and captured her lips. He knew she expected him to ravage her mouth, so he was gentle, his mouth soft, coaxing a response from her rather than demanding it. Immediately, she opened her mouth to him, allowing him entrance into the moist, hot cavern. He didn’t need a second invitation, his tongue pushing in, hot and aggressive, gentle no more as he took control even as Brad ravaged her breasts, sucking and biting and pinching and twisting her nipples.

  And then Brad’s hands and mouth were gone, but she was distracted by Damon’s kiss, which was becoming more and more fierce and almost primal in its total domination of her.

  She nearly jumped out of her skin when Brad’s mouth returned, this time at her slit. He parted her labia and licked between her legs from her pussy to her clit. She moaned against Damon’s mouth. He pulled away and laughed softly.

  “Do you like the feel of boy’s mouth on your pussy?”

  “Yes.”