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

by Diane Leyne

  “Of course not. Where did you get such an idiotic notion?” Dex’s voice was sharp.

  “Mind your manners when you speak with my sub!” Jake’s voice was deep and threatening.

  “Sorry, Jake. We love her and want her with us always. But we don’t want her to quit school. We want her to pick up a full-time class load even if it means quitting her job with us. The research will wait. Or we can find someone else to help. We know how much that degree means to her, and we know she’s been cutting corners trying to meet all of her obligations. We want her to graduate.”

  “Well, somehow she has the idea that you only want to extend the contract if she quits school and goes to work for you full-time.”

  “What the hell? We never, really, Lindy. We’d never ask her to do that. We think it’s great that she’s working on her master’s. Hell, we’ve been talking about trying to convince her to go for her PhD next.”

  “Do you two know anything about her ex-husband?”

  “Only that she was married and now she’s not. She’s ours! She was ours!” Dex’s knew they could hear the despair in his voice.

  “Um, I think his name was Norton,” said Pat tentatively, thinking hard, “And he might have given her a bit of a complex about her weight, but we are working on that with her.”

  “Well then I suggest you get to know your sub a little better than that. Her ex beat her down emotionally and battered her self-image. He hated the idea that she wanted to go to grad school and better herself. She had to sneak behind his back to submit her application. Are you sure you two didn’t say something about wanting her to quit school, because she’s somehow got it into her head that’s what you want from her. She almost gave up her dreams once for one man. It’s the one thing she vowed never to do again.”

  “Oh my god, Dex. I was joking about that. She must have overheard… Jake, Lindy. We were joking around when we were getting ready. She must have only heard part of our conversation.”

  Lindy looked marginally less angry.

  “You support her dreams?”

  “Hell, if it made her happy, we’d shave our heads and sleep on the floor.”

  “Well, maybe not shave my head, Dex, but hell, yeah, if that made her happy. We love her, Lindy. And we’d do anything it takes to prove it.”

  “Well, you are going to have to think fast. She’s asked me to ask Jake to keep you here for a couple of hours so she can go back to your place and pack her stuff and be gone before you get home.”

  “No, please no, she can’t leave us.” Pat dropped to his knees.

  “Please, Lindy. You have to help us.” Dex joined him on the ground, looking up at Lindy pleadingly.

  Lindy looked from Dex to Pat.

  “Fine. I’m going to take her to your place. Give us a fifteen-minute head start before you follow. When you get there, stay outside until I signal you. Can you do that?”

  They both nodded at her. “Yes.”

  Lindy turned and stomped back down the hall. Pat and Dex slumped down.

  “Damn it, guys. Get the hell up before someone else sees you. Jeez, two Doms on their knees. What next? Maybe you’ll let her collar you.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Abby and Lindy walked up the path. Abby found her feet moving slowly like she was walking in molasses as she continued up the steps and inserted the key in the lock.

  “You don’t have to stay. I can call a cab.”

  “Hey, I’m your best friend. I’m here for you Abby. Always.”

  Abby hugged Lindy. “I’ll be quick.”

  “Take your time. I passed along your message for Jake to keep them busy for a few hours.”

  Abby smiled sadly and then turned and rushed up the stairs.

  It took her a few minutes to find where they’d stored her suitcase in one of the spare rooms. Packing was bittersweet. She stripped off the corset and miniskirt she was wearing, tossing them into the garbage can. Then she slipped into some panties, a bra, baggy T-shirt, and khakis. The outfit didn’t feel normal anymore. A tear slipped out and she brushed it aside. It was just a matter of time, and then everything would be the same as before. She just had to keep telling herself that, and maybe someday it would be true.

  She set aside all of the skirts they’d bought her and the corsets. She wouldn’t need them anymore. She was going to give up on BDSM, living it anyway, and just write about it. She was behind on her latest book. Living alone again, maybe she’d be able to catch up.

  She was so engrossed in her packing that she didn’t hear the door open at first. Finally she realized she wasn’t alone.

  “Almost done, Lindy.”

  “Lindy’s gone home.”

  Looking up, she realized that Dex and Pat were standing in the doorway. They were not just angry. They were scared, nervous, and furious.

  She struggled to her feet.

  “What are you doing here?”

  “We live here.” Dex’s voice was sardonic.

  “Yes, well, I’ll be out of your hair soon.”

  “Sit.”

  “I’m not your sub anymore. I called red.”

  “Red just ends a scene, subbie. It doesn’t end our contract. You didn’t sign the contract cancellation. You are ours for two more days.”

  “Fine. Where’s the contract? I’ll sign the release.”

  Dex turned and walked over to the desk in the corner. He pulled out a paper and placed them on the desk. Then he turned on the desk light and placed a pen beside the paper.

  Abby walked over to the desk and sat down as Dex held out the chair for her, a gentleman to the end.

  She lifted the pen.

  “Didn’t your parents ever tell you not to sign anything without reading it first?” Pat’s voice was admonishing. “Read it first before you sign it. You don’t want to sign the wrong thing and find yourself tied to us for life.”

  “As if.” Abby snorted, but she put down the pen and picked up the contract. It wasn’t the original one she’d signed. How efficient of them to have a contract termination already drawn up. She started reading.

  And reading. And reading. Then she looked up at them.

  “This isn’t a cancellation.”

  “No it isn’t.”

  “And you don’t want me to quit school?”

  “No. We’d never ask that. We’re not perfect, but we’re definitely not your ex. We’re so sorry for what you’ve gone through. Me and my big mouth. I was nervous and joking with Dex. I’m so sorry, pet, that you had to hear that. You should have stomped into the room and hit me upside the head.”

  “What he said. Look, Abby, Pat and I love you. We’ve loved you since the summer, before we ever met in person. We hired you because you were the best possible candidate for the job, but as we got to know you over the summer, we realized you were the woman for us, but we didn’t think you would be interested in a relationship. And then we saw you at the club and found out you wanted to be trained, and it was like our birthday and Christmas and the Fourth of July all at once. We begged Jake to pick us.” Dex paused, and Pat continued.

  “We decided to introduce you to the lifestyle slowly. I know you wanted to be trained, but we were going to bring you along so carefully and make sure you loved each and every thing we did to you. We were going to make it so good for you that you’d become addicted to the pleasure only we could give you.

  “And then that first night happened and we brought you home to your apartment.”

  “It wasn’t that bad,” Abby protested.

  “No,” Pat admitted, “it wasn’t, but it was the chance of a lifetime. We used it as an excuse to move you into our home and into our lives on a daily basis, just one more step in our campaign to win your love.”

  “And we’d never try to get you to quit school. We are so proud of you for going back. We want to make it possible for you to go full-time, if you want to. And even go for your PhD next, if that’s what you want. And we want you to have enough time for your writing. We kno
w you’ve had to cut back this last month.”

  “But what about my job with you two?”

  “Hell, the idea of working with you every day is a lovely dream, but just the thought of you makes us hard. I don’t know about Dex, but if I worked with you every day, I’d spend all my time buried in your tight, hot pussy and get no work done. We’ll find someone else. A man, maybe, who won’t keep distracting us from our work.”

  “Yup. And don’t forget her ass. Abby, I love being buried deep in your ass. And I do believe, Pat, that I’m having her ass while you have her pussy tonight.”

  “That is the plan, Dex. Abby, I think you are way overdressed.”

  “I haven’t signed this new contract yet,” she teased.

  “Doesn’t matter. The old one is in effect until Tuesday. Get naked, sub. Your Doms want you in between them, now.”

  Quickly, Abby removed her clothes, throwing them to the side and dropping into the kneeling pose. “May I say something, Sirs?”

  “Speak quickly, sub.” Pat dropped his pants and stepped out of them. His cock was hard, and he fisted it while he looked down at her.

  She swallowed hard and looked from Dex to Pat and back to Dex. Dex was still wearing his pants, but his cock was hard and tenting his pants.

  “Well, I just wanted to say that I love you both. I love you and want to be your sub. We don’t need a contract unless you want one. I love and trust you both. My Masters.”

  * * * *

  Pat moved quickly, pulling Abby to her feet and kissing her hard. Dex moved behind her and pressed against her back. “Are you sure?” he asked.

  Abby turned her head and nodded. Dex lowered his head and kissed her softly and reverently before moving back and letting Pat pick her up and lay her on the bed. Dex stretched out beside them as Pat kissed her softly before donning a condom and sliding inside her. Dex watched her moving impatiently, but Pat stayed still. He could see the look of pain and passion on his friend’s face. It must be murder not to move, but they had worked out exactly how this night was going to go.

  “Stop wiggling or I’m going to come right now,” Pat commanded through gritted teeth.

  Abby stilled and looked up at him, her eyes growing wide as she turned her head and watched as Dex dropped his pants.

  Suddenly Pat made his move, rolling suddenly so that he was on the bottom and Abby was riding him. She made to move, but he held her still.

  “Hurry, Dex. I’m not going to last. She’s squeezing my cock hard like she’s trying to milk it.”

  Dex didn’t need to be asked twice. He donned the condom and added lube. Then he lubed his fingers and slid his hand down to her puckered rosette. Carefully he slid in a finger. With Pat already inside her, it was going to be tight, and his patience was hanging by a thread. He desperately wanted to be inside her. Quickly he added a second finger and paused, but her only sounds were of pleasure, so he added a third only to have her clamp down hard on his fingers.

  “Damn it, Dex. Do it now!”

  Removing his fingers, he positioned himself between her legs and pressed the head of his cock at her opening. Even with all the lube, it was a challenge to get in. He didn’t want to hurt her, but with Pat inside her… he wasn’t sure he could do it.

  “I don’t know, Pat. She’s so tight.”

  “Please, Dex. I need this. I need you inside, too.”

  At the sound of the desperation in her voice, Dex surged forward and the head of his cock slid in. He kept pushing forward until he was buried to the hilt.

  He paused to give her time to adjust to the dual invasion, but once her hips started flexing, he took that as a sign to move.

  * * * *

  Abby’s tears welled up and begin to roll down her cheeks. She’d dreamed of this day, and now she had both of her Masters inside her, moving within her, and it exceeded all of her expectations. They quickly set up a rhythm, one moving in as the other retreated. The friction inside her was driving her crazy and because of the angle, whenever Dex moved he pushed her down onto Pat, her clit rubbing against his pelvic bone. It wasn’t long before her climax began to rise within her.

  “Please, Masters, I need to come.”

  “It’s okay, subbie. Come as often as you want. No permission required.”

  And so she did. The small tremors become large tremors, and then she bowed back against Dex as she lost control and her orgasm slammed through her. And before that one had completely finished, another one began to build and then another, and still Dex and Pat pounded into her.

  “Give us one more, baby, and then we are all going to come together.” Pat’s growled instructions set off another round of explosions within her, and this time Dex was behind her stiffening and she could feel the hot cum shooting into the condom. When he slowly withdrew, Pat flipped her over onto her back, slid his hands beneath her knees, pulling her legs up over his shoulders, and then he started pistoning into her, setting up a punishing rhythm that forced another orgasm out of her before he finally released his iron control and came, too.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Abby lay back, panting hard, Pat on her left and Dex on the right. She could feel Pat reaching for something. He helped her into a sitting position before removing the top to a bottle of water and holding it up for her to take a drink before having some himself. Then he passed it to Dex, who finished the bottle.

  Wow.

  Wiggling back, she sat up against the headboard and looked at Pat and Dex.

  “First things first.” She could tell from his tone that Dex was still angry.

  “Do not ever run away from us like that again. Do you understand, subbie? If you do, we’ll tan your ass so red you won’t sit for a week, and when the soreness subsides, we’ll do it again and again and again until you finally understand that you belong to us and that if we have any problems, we’ll work them out together. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Sir? I do believe, subbie, that you earlier acknowledged us as your Masters, did you not?”

  “Well, yes, Sir, Master, uh, I did. But that was...”

  “No buts, pet. Dex was right. You acknowledged us as your Masters. As such, we no longer need to worry about a contract. You are ours. Period. Next weekend we’ll help you move the rest of your stuff in here with us.”

  “And you’ll help us interview replacements as our research assistant. You will concentrate on your schoolwork and your writing, and for the January semester, you will start classes full-time. Understand, subbie?”

  “Yes, Masters.”

  “And…” Dex got up and walked to the desk, removing two packages before returning to the bed. “You’ll wear our collars full-time. We have one for when you are out in public.” He handed her the first box. “And one for when you are with us playing.” He handed her the second box.

  Abby realized her hands were shaking. Out of the first box she pulled out a beautiful, delicate, intricately braided gold necklace with a heart-shaped pendant. She turned it over and saw the words Property of D&P. She looked from one to the other, her tears of happiness spilling over.

  “As we are playing now, I’ll take that collar and help you put on the other one.” Reluctantly she handed it back to him and waited for him to return to bed before she opened the other one. It was leather, but so soft and delicately made. It had several D rings attached as well as a pendant hanging from it that matched the one on her day collar. She turned it over and saw the same engraving. Leaning forward, she pulled her hair out of the way and handed Dex the collar to place around her neck.

  Then she leaned back. “How does it look?”

  “Like it was made for you.” Dex smiled and leaned forward, kissing her lightly on the lips, a kiss full of promise and love. The bed dipped and Pat moved closer. She broke off the kiss with Dex and turned to kiss her other Master.

  “Are you two sure? I mean, we can do a contract extension.”

  “No. No more temporary contracts. In an ideal world, you’d
be able to marry us both and we could all have a permanent contract, but since that’s not possible, you are just going to have to promise yourself to both of us. You are the only sub we’ll ever want or need.” Pat stopped as his voice choked up.

  “He’s right. We love you and promise to love you and support you and protect you and spank your ass on a regular basis. We will Master you in the playroom and the bedroom, but you will always be our equal intellectually and personally, and we will also support your career and your personal needs.”

  “I love you both, too, Masters. I promise to be your loving submissive, to obey you in the playroom and the bedroom, and if I write about you, I promise to change some of the details so that no one knows it’s you.”

  “Really. Dex, I don’t know if I can agree to that last condition. I kind of like the thought of people reading about my prowess in the bedroom, pleasing my sub.”

  “I’m with Pat. I look forward to reading about how well we keep our woman satisfied in the bedroom. And the club. And the playroom.”

  “And speaking of playrooms, Abby, did we ever mention that this house has its own private playroom?”

  “No you didn’t, Pat.”

  “Well, we didn’t want to scare you off when you were just our temporary sub. Now that you belong to us, I think it might be time to give you the grand tour. We’re thinking of buying it. Our friend has decided to stay in Europe, and we’d like your opinion, especially of the playroom. You’ll be spending a lot of time in there, tied down to various pieces of equipment.”

  “Yup. There’s a bondage table with your name on it. And a St. Andrew’s Cross. And a spanking horse or two.”

  “Definitely two horses, Dex, and a very interesting set of stocks. I can’t wait to get started.”

  Abby looked from Pat to Dex. Both of their cocks were hard and erect. She leaned forward and reached down to take them in her hands. They were hers, all hers. Looking up, she smiled, and before she knew it, she was flat on her back with Pat’s head buried between her legs and Dex’s mouth on her nipple. She had a feeling that she wasn’t going to get to visit the playroom tonight, but that was okay. They had the rest of their lives to enjoy it.