Submission 101 [Club Libertine 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Diane Leyne

  She nodded and opened her mouth eagerly. Pat watched as Dex fed his cock to her, and his own cock jumped. To distract himself, he reached around and gripped her tits. They were so big and firm and ripe. He loved her tits. He started squeezing and massaging them before sliding his hands down and tugging lightly on the clamps before returning to her tits. She moaned and jerked under him.

  He saw Dex grip her head and took control from her, fucking her mouth, pushing deeper and deeper. Pat matched his massage of her tits to Dex’s strokes, and when Dex was ready to come, he moved his hands down lower, to the clamps. When Dex stiffened and knew he was about to come, Pat tugged hard on the clamps, pulling them free of her nipples. She screamed at the sudden pain, and Dex pushed deeper into her throat, shooting his cum into her as Pat massaged her abused nipples when the blood rushed into them.

  “Come!” he commanded, and then he moved his hands to her hips, gripped hard, and started pumping into her, almost losing control with the need for his own release. The feel of her bucking wildly beneath him and her frantic sounds of climax threatened to cause him to lose control, but he concentrated, trying to make himself last.

  He could hear her moaning loudly now. Dex had pulled from her mouth and was now crouched below her, sucking and pinching her nipples, causing her orgasm to go on and on. Finally when Pat knew he could hold back no more, he buried himself as deeply as he could in her ass, reached around to pinch he clit, and let himself come. Rope after rope of hot cum shot into the condom before he lay, spent, over her back.

  * * * *

  Abby felt sated and boneless as Pat removed himself carefully from her ass, the head coming out with a bit of a pop. She was almost asleep as she he left her briefly and then returned with a wet washcloth and clean her up. She’d ceased to be embarrassed when they did this. It felt good. They took care of her after sex and made her feel cherished.

  While Pat was cleaning her up, Dex removed the restraints. He wrapped her in a blanket and carried her over to a couch while Pat finished cleaning up the apparatus they’d just used. Then he joined them on the couch and handed her a bottle of water, insisting she finish at least half of it before he’d let her go to sleep.

  When she woke up, she was in Pat’s arms and both men were fully dressed while she was still naked under the blanket. She looked around for her clothes, but they would have none of it. As had become their practice, they wrapped her tightly in the blanket, almost swaddling her, and once she woke up from her after-play nap, they carried her to the private elevator and took her down to their car where one of them cuddled her in the backseat while the other drove them home. Then they’d carry her up to the bedroom and tuck her into bed, taking up positions on either side of her.

  At sometime during the night, she’d wake up and need to use the bathroom. When she came back to bed, they’d take turns making sweet, almost vanilla love to her, and then the three of them would fall back asleep in each other’s arms.

  If it had been a Tuesday session, they left it at that. If it had been a Saturday night play session, their lovemaking would last all day Sunday. Now that Pat had taken her ass, they added new variations to their lovemaking but still avoided double penetration.

  Abby wanted to ask them to take her that way, but she knew that all that would just earn her a spanking and make them put it off even longer. They treated her as their equal at work, respecting and even seeking out her opinion, but when it came to sex, they were the law, and she was expected to submit fully.

  She snuggled up to Pat as she let her mind wander. Surely they’d soon do that to her. There was only a week left to their contract and DP had been one of her specific requests. Dex moved behind her, and then she felt herself sliding across the bed so that her head hung off the end. Puzzled, she quickly realized that in this position she was at the proper height for Dex to stand over her and slid his cock all the way down her throat, which he proceeded to do while Pat positioned himself between her thighs and pushed into her pussy without warning. She was wet, but not that wet, and still swollen from their earlier activities, and his invasion hurt.

  Pat immediately pulled out, sliding down the bed until his face was between her spread legs. He proceeded to lick and suck and caress her until her cream was flowing freely. Then he slid back up her body. This time she was ready for him and already close to orgasm. Desperately she tried to hold it off. She knew that if she came without permission, no matter how much they’d stimulated her, she’d be punished, and not in a fun way. If she came without permission at this stage in her training, she was banned from having orgasms for twenty-four hours even though they wouldn’t stop fucking her. It was sheer torture as they took her for their own pleasure and she just had to lay there, horny and unsatisfied.

  But that wasn’t going to happen today. She concentrated hard and pushed back her climax until she heard Pat instruct her to “Come!” which caused the earthquakes to slam through her body, and she writhed and bucked underneath him even as Dex was emptying himself into her mouth. When he was done, Pat started pistoning his hips, pounding into her tender pussy until he, too, was climaxing.

  Then he tugged her back up from the edge of the bed, and Dex slid in bedside her, spooning her back, and Pat kissed her cheek and pressed up against her front.

  Life was good.

  Chapter Twelve

  It was the last club session of the contract. It was a one-month contract and had started on Saturday the twenty-third of September, and today was the twenty-first of October. The contract was over in two days, and they’d said nothing to her about an extension. What were they waiting for? Didn’t they want her as their sub anymore?

  They also still hadn’t double penetrated her although both had made frequent use of her ass. After being hesitant, Abby had grown to love being taken that way. It was so primal and earthy. But she wanted more. She wanted them both inside her.

  They’d made sweet and vigorous love Friday night. And usually on a Saturday they’d spend the day out together, but Dex and Pat had a seminar that they were committed to teaching and couldn’t get out of, so Abby decided to spend the morning at the spa, primping so that she was at her best for the club, followed by a late lunch with Lindy.

  She was also hoping to take her mind off the contract. Or maybe she should talk about it with Lindy. Maybe the men had said something to Jake.

  As she lay on the table getting dehaired and then moisturized and massaged, she thought about the implications. Maybe they weren’t as into her as she was to them. Her stomach churned. What if they didn’t want to extend the contract?

  * * * *

  Lindy was waiting when she arrived at the restaurant. Over a chicken Caesar salad, Lindy had grilled her mercilessly. She was happy that Abby was happy and had tried to allay her fears, but she did have to admit she hadn’t heard anything about a contract extension.

  “But that doesn’t mean anything. Maybe they are writing up their own extension, or maybe Jake just hasn’t told me anything because he knows I’d tell you.”

  Abby let her change the subject, but this just made her worry more. Was there something Lindy wasn’t telling her?

  * * * *

  Pat and Dex texted Abby that they were running late and she should eat dinner without them and be waiting ready to go at eight. She dressed carefully for the club that night, wearing a brand-new black-lace corset and miniskirt. She was kneeling at the door, waiting when they rushed in at five minutes after eight.

  They rushed right past her and up the stairs, barely pausing to pat her on the head. Her stomach did flip-flops. They weren’t renewing the contract. She was convinced of it now. This was going to be some kind of good-bye training session. She choked back the tears that threatened to spill over. She’d thought they had something special, but she’d thought that with Norton too. She was good enough for a while, but they were tired of her now. Or maybe they’d never had feelings for her. Maybe they just played along for the fun of it. Would she never learn? At l
east this time she wouldn’t end up divorced or broke, although she would have to quit a job she loved.

  Damn it. She wasn’t going to let them see how they were hurting her. She’d use them for sex and if tonight were the end, then she would enjoy every moment so she had something to look back on. She’d quit her job, too. There was no way she’d be able to spend so much time with them between now and April, especially when they inevitably moved on to another sub.

  Or maybe she should just ask them where she stood. Slowly she got to her feet and walked up the stairs.

  * * * *

  Pat and Dex tore their clothes off and hopped into the showers of the separate en suite bathrooms and met up again in the bedroom, donning their Dom duds quickly and efficiently. Pat finished first and sat on the edge of the bed.

  “Well, what do you think?”

  “We’ve got the revised contract. We’ve got the custom day and club collars from the jewelers. We just have to work up the nerve and ask her tonight when we get back from the club.”

  “Yeah, Dex. I’ve never been so scared in my life. What if she says no?”

  “What if she says yes?”

  “But will she want to be our sub twenty-four-seven, excepting working hours, of course?”

  “Well she’s lived here with us for almost a month, and even with only collaring her for scenes at the club, you know we both treat her as our sub and she seems to enjoy it.”

  “But maybe that’s because it’s her month of experimentation. It might be different if we expected that from her on a permanent basis.”

  “Pat. Stop it. You’re just driving yourself crazy. You are driving me crazy. All I can think about is the amount of time involved. With the amount of work in her courses increasing, you know she’s been struggling with her work commitment to us and to her courses. And then going to the club with us and wearing her out every night. She’s exhausted. And she has writing deadlines that she’s already missed. Something has to give.”

  “Maybe she should cut back her course load?”

  “You want her to give up her classes, Pat?”

  “If we ask her to sign on as our sub permanently, she isn’t going to have enough time to go to school and work for us and to serve us after work. There aren’t enough hours in the day for that. If she quit school, that would definitely free up her time so she could devote all her waking hours to us. She could come to work with us every day and come home with us every night.”

  “Works for me.” Dex laughed. “Yes, she could spend twenty-four-seven with us, and within a month she’d be arrested for committing Domicide. Sometimes there’s such a thing as too much togetherness.”

  “Yeah. What if we fire her? She could even pick up another course with the extra time and graduate sooner.”

  “Good idea, Pat. I know how much getting that degree matters to her. We’ll add that as an amendment to the contract.”

  Satisfied, they headed downstairs.

  * * * *

  Abby was shaking. When she’d reached the top of the stairs, the bedroom door had been partially open. She was about to enter when she heard Pat mention extending the contract. She’d paused, happiness surging through her. But then she’d heard him continue. He wanted her to quit school? And Dex had agreed.

  She’d given up her ambitions for Norton. She’d spent years regretting it, and now that graduation was in sight and she was with the men she loved, they were going to ask her to do the same thing. Could she do it? Could she give up what meant so much to her again, submersing herself in their needs and desires and giving up her own dreams?

  She felt hot and cold, and suddenly the corset was much too tight and she couldn’t breathe. She heard them coming down the stairs and quickly knelt, her arms behind her and her head bowed to hide the expression in her eyes.

  She loved them, but she didn’t know if she could give up her dreams for them.

  * * * *

  The ride to the club was made in silence. They didn’t seem to want to talk any more than she did. When they arrived and signed in, they waited while she went to the ladies’ locker room and put away her purse, shoes, and coat. Then she carefully removed the cups from the corset. She still didn’t feel completely comfortable walking around the club naked unless she was actually doing a scene. This time, they allowed her to keep on her corset and skirt until they were ready to do their scene. Was this another sign they were getting ready to end things? She looked in the mirror at the training collar around her neck. Today was the last time she would wear it. She fingered it. She would be sad not to wear it again. She sighed and walked out into the club.

  They mingled a bit with the other Doms. Abby stayed silent. As a sub, she was not allowed to join in the conversations, but that wasn’t a bad thing. It gave her time to think and plan. The contract was up in two days. She didn’t want to wait until the bitter end. Tonight after their play session, she’d tell them that it was over and ask them to take her back to her apartment. She’d stop by their place one day when they were at work and retrieve her things. She’d also find another job so she wouldn’t have to look at them every week.

  Finally, they led her into the room. It wasn’t like the others. A great big bed dominated it. Beside the bed was a tube of lube and nothing else. No toys were laid out. She knew what they wanted, and the tears started to slide down her cheeks. They were finally going to give her what she’d been dreaming about since they’d met, but it wasn’t going to be done out of love. They were going to use it to convince her to stay with them but with a sacrifice. They were going to use her dream to soften her up so she’d lose herself in them. The way she’d lost herself in her relationship with Norton.

  Suddenly, she couldn’t do it. She reached up and unbuckled the collar.

  “Red.”

  * * * *

  Dex was more excited and scared than he’d ever been in his life. They were finally going to introduce Abby to double penetration. They’d taken their time getting to this day, preparing her slowly because they wanted her to be ready for it and enjoy it since they planned to have her together on a regular basis for the rest of their lives. They’d worried if they rushed her she wouldn’t enjoy it. But she was ready, they were convinced of it, and tonight was the night.

  Being with Abby was like being at the top of the world’s largest roller coaster. A person knew the ride was going to be scary, but it would be exhilarating, too, and then when they were done, they wanted to ride it again and again and again.

  Abby seemed nervous, too. She probably realized that tonight they were going to take her together and give her the double penetration experience she’d asked for in her questionnaire.

  When they walked into the room, he’d seen the big grin on Pat’s face, and he knew it was reflected on his own. Tonight they’d share Abby fully for the first time, the first of many, and both of them were rock hard in anticipation. Teaching that stupid seminar had been difficult, but a good thing, too. If they’d been with her, they wouldn’t have been able to wait. This way, the three of them had spent all day anticipating this moment. And then afterward, when they went home, he and Pat would surprise her with the new contract and the two collars.

  Life was good.

  And then, suddenly, it wasn’t. He was confused at first when he saw her unbuckling the collar, but maybe Pat had put it on too tight. But then she’d turned to them and said the dreaded word, red, and the bottom had fallen out of his world.

  She’d rushed past him, and he’d been slow in reacting. She’d run out of the room, and he looked over at Pat who was frozen to the spot as well.

  “What the hell happened?” Pat’s words echoed his own thoughts.

  “I have no idea.”

  Turning, they hurried out of the room and down the hallway. Jake was waiting at the end of the hall.

  “What the hell did you two do? Abby’s crying hysterically, and Lindy’s with her in the ladies’ locker room trying to comfort her.”

  “I wish I kne
w. We brought her in here, and suddenly she was removing her collar and crying, and then she said the word red and left.”

  “And you two did nothing?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Absolutely nothing,” Pat concurred.

  “You two idiots. Do you know what day this is?”

  “Saturday.”

  “Jeez. It’s the last Saturday of your contract. The last session here at the club. Did you maybe talk to her about the future?”

  “Not yet. We have everything organized at home. We’ve got an updated contract, custom-made collars, the works.”

  “Does she know?”

  “Of course not!” Dex stated. “It’s a surprise.”

  “Oh, I’d say it’s a surprise all right. Did you not think that maybe she’s worried about the future and worried you don’t want her after the contract is up?”

  “Why would she think that? We love her!”

  “And you’ve told her that?”

  “Well, no. But she hasn’t said anything about love either.” Pat’s tone was uncertain.

  “You two are the so-called Doms. She’s the sub. She can’t say anything until you do. And since you haven’t said anything about an extension or love or anything, she’s probably worked herself into a fine state.”

  “Damn.”

  Just then, Lindy stomped up. Or rather tried to stomp. Subs went barefoot at the club, but there was no mistaking Lindy’s intent. If she’d had shoes on, there was no doubt she’d be stomping loudly.

  “You two idiots. I thought you cared about Abby.”

  “We love her.” Dex’s voice was certain.

  “You love her so much that you want her to quit school and devote herself just to you two?”