Cin's Secret [Club Libertine 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Diane Leyne

  It wasn’t made any easier after one night when Jake was in his “Master of Pain” mode, whipping a sub, much to the delight of the sub and her master. She was both shocked and fascinated watching him bring the sub to climax just by using his whip.

  She couldn’t see him giving her an orgasm, though. It would be like cheating on Lindy. She knew the “Master of Pain” would go hard on her, and she deserved every lash. She’d take her punishment without protest and make Lindy proud.

  * * * *

  And then it was Saturday. Cindy’s stomach felt like it was tied up in knots. She looked at the clock again. Not even midnight. Her punishment was set for 1:00 a.m. Serena was going to watch the desk with Zack while everyone else gathered in the main room of the club. Her punishment was going to happen on the main stage with the entire membership watching.

  “How are you holding up?”

  Cindy almost jumped out of her skin. It was Jake, of course, curse his quiet walk.

  “I’m terrified. I want to make Lindy proud. I want to show her and the twins that I’m not going to run anymore.”

  “But you really want to run.”

  “You have no idea how much.”

  “I know more than you think about wanting to run away and hide. In fact, not long after your sister and I got together, I panicked. I convinced myself that we were no good together, and I ran. Your sister came after me and talked sense into me.”

  “You ran? But you are so strong, and you and Lindy are so amazing together.”

  “We all feel like running sometimes, Cindy. Even the strongest of us. And physical strength is no match for self-doubt. Some time I’ll tell you the story of my first marriage. But for now, just remember that it’s your inner strength that will get you through this. You managed three years in a war zone. I can’t think that your sister and a few Doms and a bunch of club members are enough to scare you off.”

  Cindy reached out to put her hand on Jake’s.

  “I’m not running any more. I’m going to stand up in public and apologize and take my punishment and let the chips fall where they may. No more running. I promise.”

  Jake smiled and kissed her on the cheek. “I’m going to be proud to call you sister-in-law. Now I’ve got to go get the stage set up for your punishment and decide which whip to use.” He winked at her. “Any preference?”

  “Licorice?” she asked hopefully.

  Jake burst into laughter, his whole body shaking. “I may have to look into that for future punishments. I have a feeling you may need a lot of correction. I’ll discuss it with the twins.”

  * * * *

  Serena helped her get ready while Zack watched the desk. She wasn’t wearing much, just a snug leather corset with D-rings along the sides, that left her boobs exposed almost to the nipples and a skimpy thong that left her whole ass on display. All the better to whip it, she supposed.

  Serena guided her out of the change room. Lindy was waiting for her, dressed quite similarly, but her corset covered her breasts a bit more, and she was wearing a short tight skirt below the corset. Cindy gazed on it with envy.

  “Are you ready?”

  “As I’ll ever be.”

  “It’ll be all right. Trust me.”

  “I do.”

  The sisters hugged. Cindy looked up at her big sister and smiled. “I’m done running from my actions, because as the saying goes, ‘wherever you go, there you are.’ I know I can’t run from me. From now on, I’m going to work hard to be a good person, but if I mess up, and I’m sure I will, I’m not going anywhere, even if it means I’ll be living perpetually with a sore ass.”

  Lindy laughed and took her hand. “It’s time.”

  They walked through the door, and the crowd parted. It looked like everyone she’d met all week had made it a point to be there for her punishment. She didn’t know if that was a good or a bad thing. There had to be a couple hundred people jammed in. It was probably a fire hazard or something. Maybe she should say something.

  She opened her mouth, but closed it again. It was just going to be another excuse, another way to get out of a punishment. Jake would never let the club get overcrowded. She just had to suck it up.

  She glanced up as she walked past Mr. and Mrs. Trent, who smiled at her. So did the Arnolds. And the new Dom Luke and his trainee sub who knelt at his feet, winking up at her. In fact, everyone looked happy to see her. It was confusing. Were they happy to see her punishment? Maybe they were always excited like this.

  She couldn’t help herself. She looked around. She’d never been in the main club before. She was always out front behind the desk during business hours. It was much bigger than she expected. She could see the bar and the seating area and the smaller side stages, but no one was there. They were all gathered around the main stage where Jake stood beside what she knew to be a spanking bench.

  Lindy walked her up the steps and had her kneel in front of Jake, who was wearing full Dom gear. She stared at the knees of his leather pants, waiting.

  “Look up, sub.”

  She looked up. He was really an impressive-looking man. It wasn’t just his physical stature or the way the leather cuffs and vest set off his impressive muscles, but it was in his manner, too. He could have been a ninety-eight pound weakling, and still people would have still stopped to listen when he spoke.

  “You are surrounded today by the members of Club Libertine who are here to witness your contrition and your punishment. Your transgressions are as follows. One, you hurt your sister Lindy and then you ran away rather than face her. For three years, you didn’t contact her, leaving her to wonder if you were dead or alive, well or sick. For the worry you caused her, you will face my lash.

  “Transgression two is more recent. You lied to your Doms. You tried to use them to punish yourself for your guilt over your sister. And then you pushed them away, planning to run again, rather than admitting that you cared for them.

  “For these sins, you are going to apologize in front of everyone and then take your punishment. Do you understand and accept this sentence?”

  “I do.”

  “Then apologize.”

  “Lindy, I can’t tell you how sorry I am. I’m sorry for hurting you, and I’m sorry for running away. I promise in the future to be a better sister to you and to Jake and to never run away again.

  “Connor, Liam. We’ve only known each other a short time, but I’ve managed to hurt you two as well. I tried to use you for a night to assuage my own guilty feelings by trying to get you to punish me, and, instead, I fell hard for you both. If you want me to be your sub again, I’d be honored. Or if you feel that I have to earn that privilege back, I’ll do whatever it takes to regain your trust and, eventually, your love.”

  She looked at Jake.

  “I’m ready to accept my punishment.”

  “Still not getting the whole sub thing, is she?” Jake laughed and the whole crowd chuckled along with him. “A good sub waits for her master to tell her what to do. She doesn’t get to decide when she should be punished or how.”

  Cindy lowered her eyes. She was a failure.

  “Connor, Liam. Are you really sure you want to take on such an undisciplined sub?”

  Cindy looked up and around, her eyes alighting on Connor and Liam. They were dressed like Jake was, their blond hair shining in the light, their muscles on display in their vests.

  “Let’s see how she takes her punishments.”

  She waited expectantly, but they didn’t move. It was Duncan who guided her to her feet and over to the spanking bench. Gently, he bent her over it. Her breasts popped out of the corset and hung off the edge of the bench, dangling free. Then he attached the restraints to her arms and torso, using the D-rings on the corset to hold her snugly in place.

  Next, he spread her legs wide and fastened her ankles to the legs of the spanking bench so she was fully on display to the crowd. She had never wanted so much in her life to get up and run and was grateful that she couldn’t. She w
as going through with this.

  Jake walked over and stood beside her head.

  “Open wide.” She wasn’t sure what he meant and opened her mouth to ask when she felt the round ball gag pushed into her mouth. Then Jake fastened it behind her head.

  “Normally, I’d make you count out your punishment. But since part of your problem is that you speak before you think, you are going to remain mute during this entire scene. According to Liam and Connor, you don’t feel you need a safe word and clearly you can’t use a safe word with the gag. However, here at Club Libertine, we practice safe and consensual BDSM whether you want to do it that way or not.

  “Like Connor and Liam, I’m giving you a safe word, or in this case, a safe gesture whether you want it to not. Your wrists are restrained but your hands are not. If you can’t take it, make the peace sign with your right hand and it’ll be over. Grunt twice if you understand me.”

  Cindy wanted to refuse, but she knew this was part of the test. She had to submit, so she did as he asked, turning bright pink in the process.

  “And now we begin. Because the first person you hurt was Lindy, she’ll strike the first blow.”

  Lindy walked over to Cindy and crouched low so they were face-to-face.

  “I love you.”

  And then she walked out of sight, without waiting for a reply.

  Cindy felt the tears start to fall as she waited for the first blow.

  It came a moment later. It was a riding crop, she thought. But she couldn’t see it. Lindy gave her one smack on each cheek. They stung, but they didn’t hurt.

  And then Lindy was back, kneeling beside Cindy, wiping the tears from her face, and rubbing her neck soothingly.

  Crack. Cindy could hear Jake warming up with the whip. Holy crap. It sounded like he was using one of those whips that Indiana Jones used. Thank goodness for the gag, so she wouldn’t cry out and beg for him to stop and embarrass them all.

  “Take a deep breath and try to relax your body, Cindy. Are you ready?” asked Lindy.

  She tried to smile around the gag, but she couldn’t. So she just closed her eyes and nodded.

  “She’s ready.”

  Cindy felt her body jump at the first crack of the whip. It landed on her left butt cheek. She could feel the sting, but not the fiery burn she was expecting. Was it a kind of delayed reaction then? The second strike landed on her other butt cheek. It hurt a bit more, but nothing like what she expected or deserved.

  Snap, snap, snap. Jake worked quickly, covering every inch of her ass with his whip. She could feel the heat, the sting that came after the strike, but never the full bite of pain she expected.

  She counted in her head. He stopped at twenty-five. Now her ass felt like it was on fire as the adrenaline wore off, but still, it could have been a lot worse.

  Carefully, Lindy removed the gag. “How are you doing?” she asked.

  “I’m okay. I’ll be fine. Hey, Lindy. Don’t cry. I’m fine. Really. Jake did a great job.”

  Jake walked over to her. “Cindy, you’ve taken your punishment well. The past with Lindy is in the past. She has forgiven you, and you have paid your penance.

  “We both expect you to move forward, and if you ever look back and wallow in guilt, you’ll find yourself back up on this stage, and next time, I’ll introduce you to my flogger. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Now it is time for you to make amends to Connor and Liam.” He turned to face the crowd. “They will now carry out the next phase of the punishment.”

  She saw Jake walk over to Lindy and hug her close. Then he led her off the stage, and Connor and Liam returned. She wished that she still wore the ball gag. Somehow, she thought this punishment might hurt even worse.

  Chapter Ten

  She could feel Liam rubbing his hand over her throbbing ass. She could tell it was him from his touch. His hand seemed to spread the pain, setting her ass on fire again, but also turning the throbbing into something more. He gripped her thong and tore it off her body, so she was fully open to everyone, her pussy on display to anyone close enough. And even if they couldn’t see it, she knew they knew she was totally exposed.

  Connor stopped in front of her. He squatted in front of her. She thought for a second that he was going to kiss her, but he ignored her hopeful look and concentrated on her breasts. He pinched her nipples, tugging on them. Then he quickly attached nipple clamps. She had to hold in her gasp of pain. He tugged on them to satisfy himself that they were properly adjusted, and desire seemed to shoot all the way through her body as if her nipples were directly connected to her clit. When he tugged again, moisture gushed from between her legs.

  She knew Liam saw it. He reached between her legs, sliding two large fingers into her pussy, rubbing them in her cream.

  They didn’t stay long enough, as he pulled them quickly out, her pussy desperately trying to clamp down on them and keep them inside her. She could have cried with frustration, especially when they slightly rubbed over her clit, stroking her desire higher but not touching her firmly enough to help her achieve her climax.

  She couldn’t help it. She wiggled her ass as best she could in the restraints, trying to rub herself against his hand. He laughed and slapped her on the ass as he moved away from her. She moaned this time as another jolt of desire shot through her.

  She wished she could see what they were doing, but she was firmly attached to the spanking bench. If they were going to punish her, she wished they would hurry up. The waiting was worse than the pain she was expecting.

  A moment later, something was pushing for entrance into her pussy. But it wasn’t a cock. It was smooth and wide and rubbery feeling. Once it slid all the way home, it started the vibrating inside her. They had stuck a vibrator in her pussy. She nearly wept with frustration. She wanted their cocks.

  The vibration turned up harder, and their fingers moved on her clit. Then the vibrator started to move in and out of her. She could feel her climax start to build. She wiggled her hips, trying to get them to move the vibrator fast and rub harder on her clit.

  She was close, oh so close. Just a more little pressure. And then it was gone. The touch on her clit was gone, and the vibrator was gone. And she wanted to cry in frustration. She was so close. The small vibrations continued in her still-quivering pussy, but the way she was restrained, she couldn’t get any leverage to rub her clit against something hard to get herself off. Instead, the air currents teased her arousal without giving her any release.

  Slowly the arousal seeped out of her body, leaving her frustrated and unsatisfied, ready to weep from frustration.

  And then the vibrator slid into her again. It was well lubricated so it slid inside her swollen passage easily, the vibration turned on higher this time. Whoever wielded it moved it quickly inside of her, ramping up her arousal quickly.

  Connor, she knew it was Connor, started rubbing her clit again, and again her climax built inside her, more quickly this time.

  And again, just before she could reach the peak, they stopped, her pussy trying to clamp down on the vibrator, but it was gone.

  She was crying now. And begging.

  “Please, please let me come. I need to come.”

  “Address us properly if you expect us to respond. We are your Masters now, and you will acknowledge us as such in front of all of our friends and family.”

  Cindy felt the joy shoot through her. They still wanted her. To publicly declare they were her masters meant so much. It wasn’t something done lightly. She had a chance to be with them again.

  “Yes, Masters. You are my Masters, and I am your sub. Please let me come, Masters, I need to come.”

  “Bad subs don’t get to come. They have to suffer like they made their Masters suffer.”

  Again, they repeated the cycle, and once more, they stopped before she came. The process was much quicker this time as her body was so close to release.

  “I’m begging you, Masters. Please let me come.�
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  “Do you want to come with a fake cock in your pussy, sub?”

  “No, Master, I want to come with both your cocks in my body.”

  Smack. He slapped her ass hard. At the same time, she felt a sharp tug on the nipple clamps. The pain and pleasure shot through her.

  “The correct answer, sub, is you want to come any way it pleases your Masters.”

  “Yes, Master. I’m sorry, Master.”

  “Then say it.”

  “I want to do whatever pleases my Masters. If it pleases you, it will please me.”

  “And if your punishment is that you don’t get to come, that we keep you at the peak of arousal until we feel you have learned your lesson, sub?”

  “Then that is your right and I’ll accept my Masters’ will.”

  She felt Liam’s hands on her breasts.

  “These tits are beautiful, but it’s time to remove the clamps. You know, Connor, maybe we should get her nipples pierced so we can keep them decorated at all times.”

  He removed the clamps, and the blood rushed into her nipples, the pain increasing as he pinched and twisted her abused nipples. She was so focused on this feeling that she didn’t realize that Connor was unstrapping her until she felt him massaging the feeling back into her left side. Liam rubbed down her right side.

  Was it over? She hadn’t come yet. Maybe that was her punishment. She wasn’t ever going to be allowed to come again. She waited.

  Not quite, it seemed. They positioned her knees on a padded mat in the center of the stage. Both men undid their pants and pulled out their painfully aroused cocks. It seemed that they were just as aroused as she was, but she had a feeling that they were going to get to come, even if she didn’t.

  “Open your mouth,” Connor commanded, ramming his cock down her throat the minute that she complied. She reached up to touch him and felt a sharp smack on her still-burning ass.

  “Did my brother say you could touch him?”

  She dropped her hands to her side. She would give the best blow job they’d ever had, except, she realized quickly, she wasn’t going to get the chance to. They took turns fucking her mouth hard and deep. It was all she could do to relax her throat and take them as deep as she could while trying to remember to breathe through her nose.