“Babying her isn’t going to get her to do what you want either,” Chip commented again.
Rounding on his brother, Jason yelled, “Will you let me handle my submissive please, and butt out!”
“Just givin’ you a heads-up, baby brother. I know Sara. I know what she likes and what she needs. You’ve only been her Dom for what, twenty four hours?”
“So what?”
“Well, it’s one thing to be her friend, but it’s totally different now that you’re her Dom. Sara expects certain things, and will try to get away with anything. That friendship that you once had is gone. Now, you’re playin’ a whole new ball game, and so is she,” Chip said, then smiled, shaking his head.
Jason bristled. How dare his brother interfere with his sub? Apparently, Chip didn’t know Sara as well as he thought he did. From his experience with her, Sara was a contrite, sweet, and amiable submissive, eager to help and please anyone. She always obeyed and never once gave any indication that she was a bratty sub.
Ignoring his brother, Jason turned to give Sara his undivided attention. Of course, he would have been pleased to find her still in her submissive pose, waiting for his next instruction. However, that was not the case.
She was gone.
“What the hell!”
Chapter Six
“If you cannot control your sub, then I will!” Matthias roared. Sara had never seen Matthias so angry before.
For the last three hours, she had evaded Jason and Chip as they searched high and low for her, only to come up empty-handed everywhere they looked. During those long three hours, she heard Chip laugh, snicker, and joke about everything under the sun, from her escaping a pair of handcuffs, to her pouring honey on his Saint Andrew’s cross, just to get a rise out of him. She knew the woman Chip was describing sounded nothing like the woman Jason knew. Hell, just listening to Chip recount all of her former escapades made her sound horrible. The woman Chip described sounded like a handful, and she knew Jason’s life was complicated enough as it was. He didn’t need, nor did she want to add any more drama.
However, kneeling before Matthias, who had collared and leashed her, did something to her. Something she didn’t like. It felt wrong, and peeking up at Jason and Chip, she realized that maybe she had pushed them too far. She couldn’t explain why she did what she did anymore than she could explain the feelings she had for both of the men before her. All she knew was that listening to them earlier bicker and banter back and forth was too much. Hell, seeing them fight like children over a toy was enough to pave her current course of action. She wasn’t a toy, and she sure as hell didn’t belong to just one of them.
She wanted them both.
“And furthermore, I want a public punishment. She interrupted a scene, and caused mayhem in my dungeon. That is not tolerated, and you damn well know that,” Matthias chastised Jason, then said, “And you! You are the cause of all of this. I don’t know what your plan is here, Chip Patterson, but before you came, Sara was one of the sweetest subs this club had. Now, she’s a menace! You broke her, you fix her!”
“She’s my sub!” Jason yelled, for the hundredth time. Thank God she was kneeling, because she knew if Chip had seen her roll her eyes, her ass would pay for it dearly.
“Well, now she’s both of yours. You’re brothers, figure out a way to make it work!” Matthias shouted, handing Jason the leash. Before he exited his office, he turned and said, “The punishment will be tonight, for the whole club to witness! Oh, and Sara, remember what we discussed.”
“Yes Master Matthias,” she whispered.
Alone, with her ex-husband and her new Dom, Sara smirked.
“I saw that,” Chip growled lowly, leaning against the closed door.
“Saw what?” Jason asked.
“She grinned. If you ask me, I think our sub just manipulated us.”
“Huh?”
Sara was caught.
She knew it, and there was nothing she could do about it. However, she could push them a bit more and say what she had been wanting to say the moment she found them fighting in the tunnel. Getting to her feet, she yanked the leash out of Jason’s hand and said, “Oh, get that shocked expression off your face, Jason, and you, you piece of shit, what the hell do you mean coming back into my life and taking a job here? I am now happy. I don’t want you here, Chip, so go back home.”
“And there’s the Sara I know and love,” Chip replied dryly. “See, brother, you have been hoodwinked, tricked and fooled into believing that she was the sweet and innocent little sub that everyone loved. She’s really good at it, too, but eventually, the real Sara always emerges.”
“As your Dom, I order you to stop this,” Jason said firmly.
Sara laughed. “That was good, Jason. For a minute, I almost wanted to behave. You see, I know you. I’ve been your friend for five years now, and I know you would never do anything to hurt me. So cut the Dom shit, and let’s go watch a movie or something.”
Before Sara could move an inch, Chip had her by her collar and yanked, pulling her to her knees. Grabbing her hair tightly, he got real close to her face and said, “He may not know how to tame you, but I do, pet. So before you start walking all over my brother, you will apologize and give him the respect he is due, or I will punish you unlike anything you have ever felt. Am I clear?”
There were times in Sara’s life in which she wished she had a filter on her mouth. Moreover, this was one of those times. Her mind screamed at her to say she was sorry, but for some sadistic reason that was not what came out of her mouth. Instead, she let her anger and frustration billow up, and before she knew what she had done, Chip had hauled her up and swiftly flung her over his shoulders.
Looking up, she spotted Jason gaping openmouthed at her. Instead of helping her, he silently followed, shaking his head. She had no idea what Chip was going to do to her, only where he was going, that, and he was moving fast.
By the time Chip placed her on her feet, Sara’s head felt heavy. Too much blood had rushed to her head, and when she tried to blink, she only saw stars. She had no idea where he had brought her to. The room was unfamiliar and cold. She didn’t like the look in Chip’s eyes as he grabbed her arm and jerked her hard towards the center of the room. Lifting her hands, he swiftly handcuffed her to two manacles that hung from the ceiling.
Gasping, she asked, “Where are we, Master?”
Chip chuckled menacingly. “Oh, now you want to follow the rules. Sorry, babe, but you fucked up earlier. I am going to show my brother just what kind of pet you really are, and if you’re really lucky, I might be lenient.”
“Hey,” she said angrily, affronted by his nasty tone. She yanked on the chains, forcing him to look at her. “You don’t get to punish me. You divorced me, remember!”
“The hell I did!” Chip shouted back. “You chose to leave, not me. I just gave you what you wanted. That’s what a good Dom does. Nevertheless, I’ll be damned if you are going to play with my brother’s emotions. He needs to see the real you, so he can decide if he wants to take you on. You’ve been lying to him, Sara, to him and to yourself! If you had been honest from the start, you never would have let me fuck you last night, would you?”
She didn’t say anything. Chip was right. She needed him. Hell, she needed the both of them. They may be brothers, but each gave her something different. She yearned for the both of them, now having had each one. Yet, she wanted more. Her only concern now was Jason. She knew Chip could satisfy her darker urges, but could Jason handle what she knew Chip was about to show him? Would he walk and take half of her heart with him?
He stood there, an inch away from her, fire burning in his eyes, and Sara felt a deep arousal and the absurd urge to kiss him. Beneath his anger, she sensed something a little deeper, hurt. She didn’t move. His eyes changed from anger to surprise as he looked into hers. Then they became speculative. He gripped her face and pulled her closer, slowly, testing something. His hold was hard, but not painful. His anger made her
hot, and the vulnerability she sensed underneath tamped down any fear she may have had at the moment.
He was not her Dom! Her mind screamed at her. She should be running away! Instead, she moved a fraction of an inch closer to his odd embrace. Chip breathed in, smelling her arousal. Sara closed her eyes and made a small purr in the back of her throat. His grip tightened a little roughly as he turned her face towards his.
“Look at me, Sara.” His voice was deep and gravelly. She was lured, as if she was under some spell. Sara opened her eyes just as he kissed her.
Dear God in heaven above, he tasted of sin and peppermint.
Opening her mouth wide for his tongue, Sara wanted to devour him. Her nipples puckered as he pulled her closer, roughly, moving his arms around her. His hands moved down to her ass and gripped her hard. He plundered her, still tasting of anger. His tongue mated with hers, his body hard against her sensitive breasts. He crushed her to him as she kissed him with all the pent-up turmoil she felt from earlier that day. She used his arousal and he took hers. She lost herself and her surroundings, pressing her body against his. His cock was rigid against her stomach and she tried to reach for it, forgetting her hands were bound.
She panted.
His hands moved up and down her body, worshiping her ass, the curves of her waist, wrapping around to her breasts. He squeezed them hard, eliciting a soft moan from her, and then plucked at her nipple through her shirt. Sara thrust her tongue into his mouth, and just as his hand reached down to rub between her legs, she bit him.
“Fuck!” Chip yelled, pulling away, his hand going to his mouth to wipe away the blood that appeared.
Shit. What had come over her? She had just baited a tiger.
“I’m sorry,” she said, looking down at her feet, trying to catch her breath. When he didn’t say anything, she slowly raised her head and stared. He stood there, breathing heavily. His eyes darkened and he asked, “Oh, baby, you just got an extra twenty for that stunt.”
Smirking, Sara flippantly said, “Too bad you don’t have permission to touch me. Only my real Master does.”
“Wanna bet?” Jason said roughly, standing against the far wall. When Sara eyes sought out his, she gasped. Jason leaned against the far wall, stroking his hard cock. He looked menacing and devious, but what caught her attention was the cane he was holding in his hand. He had never wielded a cane on her before, and she prayed he wasn’t about to now. “Don’t worry, love, I now see what my brother has been telling me. I must say, it was a surprise at first, but after watching, I get it now. You just need a little more. You’re a pain slut, and as your Dom, it’s my job to see that your needs are met. I may not know your limit, but I am guessing Chip does. Therefore I am giving him permission to see to your needs.”
“Did you just call me a slut?” she asked astonished, as Chip laughed loudly. “Oh yeah, he sure did, pet.”
Sara had never heard Jason talk that way before. She didn’t like the hard glint in his eyes or the way he was stroking himself. Jason had never been one for sharing, and she wondered why all of a sudden he changed his mind. Jason didn’t know Chip as well as she did. Hell, they had just met the night before. Worry crept down her spine as she watched the two brothers talk quietly to each other.
“I’ve had enough. I want this to stop now,” she shouted, gaining their attention. When they both smiled at her and returned to their private conversation, she yanked and pulled at the chains that held her captive.
They didn’t budge.
“I mean it, Chip! Let me go,” she screamed.
They still ignored her.
“Jason, please, I’m sorry. I don’t want this. Help me!”
Still nothing.
“No,” he said, taking a step closer to her. “You don’t get to be sorry, Sara. You’ve lied to me and everyone at this club. You’ve hidden who you truly are. I’ve been nothing but honest and open with you. I’ve told you things about myself that I’ve never told anyone. Were you laughing at me the whole time? Did you make fun of me?”
“No!”
“Then prove it. Let Chip punish you. I need to see the real you, and you will show me.” All of a sudden, she felt like a villain. Double shit. Her desire for Jason was still strong, but she knew letting Chip anywhere near her was like mixing nitroglycerin with gunpowder, with a lit fuse. Separate they were okay, but together they were combustible.
She knew when she had kissed Chip that some primal part of her was acquiescing. She knew she wouldn’t be given a choice. Her breath became short as she realized Chip wasn’t going to let her go and Jason didn’t know what he was really asking for. Sara felt fear and that same damn arousal from knowing she was overpowered and wanted.
Chip came close to her, his eyes still heated and passion filled. He smiled a little at her calculating expression.
“Choose now, Sara. Punishment or surrender?” He wasn’t being forceful anymore, but that same undercurrent of strength and anger remained. She had a feeling that she was going to be punished regardless. The dark lure of him was like a drug she craved, and a little taste was never going to be enough.
Sara whimpered a little, fear taking over, and she began to wiggle in her restraints. Chip pulled her forward, bent down, and lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist. She squealed, suddenly deciding to fight. He clamped his arm around her waist, holding her tightly. She knew her ass was open to the air, and she cursed herself for being naughty, deciding earlier to forgo underwear. His other hand came down and spanked her hard. Sara squealed again as he chuckled. Her heart was racing.
Chip slid his hand around her hip and in between her skirt. Sara tried to cross her legs tightly but she couldn’t. Chip pushed her legs open, wide. His rough hand descended roughly on her pussy as two fingers plunged into her cunt. His thumb flicked her clit.
She moaned.
“Surrender, baby,” he whispered in her ear. “It will be so much better for you.”
He kissed her cleavage, taking a nip at the swell of her breast. His eyes met hers, and he winked. She was angry but aroused by him and Jason for making her choose. She shivered as she remembered Jason’s kiss, his touch on her clit, his tongue as he licked her pussy, and how his cock filled her so perfectly. Then she remembered Chip, and all of his delicious deviousness.
When Chip pinched her clit, Sara screamed out, her eyes opening wide.
“Your decision, pet,” Chip asked, rubbing the pain away from her clit, making her squirm under his ministrations.
Sara closed her eyes and chose to forgo everything and hope.
“Punishment.”
Chapter Seven
Chip smiled, and then winked. “Just remember, you asked for it.”
Her luscious lips formed the perfect O and it took everything in him not to strip her naked and shove his aching cock straight into her. God, she was perfect. The perfect mix of innocence and sass.
Walking closer to her, Chip made sure the binds were nice and snug. He knew Sara, and if given the chance, she could wiggle her way out of anything. After making sure she was secure, he grabbed her face and kissed her hard. Roughly, he took a hold of her breast through her corset and squeezed until she whimpered. Moving down her neck, he trailed nips and kisses until he reached the tops of her breasts. Using his teeth, he pulled on the flimsy bow at the front of her corset, ripping it from her body.
“Watch Jason, Sara,” he said, “Show him what you really like. Let him see the real woman beneath the mask.” Chip ripped the corset strings out, untying it quickly. The corset loosened, gaped open, and then fell to the floor. Chip exposed her to her Dom, her heavy breasts growing heavier under Jason’s gaze. Jason closed his eyes briefly, a look of intense need in his expression.
“You like him watching you, don’t you, baby?” Chip asked as both his hands began to feel her breasts, hefting their considerable weight. He kneaded them and played with her dark nipples until they peaked.
Sara whimpered.
Chip leaned dow
n to lick them, never taking his eyes off hers. So far, she was doing as he instructed. She was looking at his brother. Turning just a bit, Chip saw that what he and Sara were doing mesmerized his brother, and to think, he had only just begun. Today was for unwrapping secrets, and Sara had a big secret to tell. Chip was only too happy to help her show it.
Stepping back, Sara lowered her eyes. Jason took a step forward. His face was grim as he gritted his teeth. “Don’t!” He grasped both her face in a punishing grip. “Don’t you ever hide yourself from me again. You chose this, now deal with the consequences. I need to see what I am getting myself into and it seems you’re only your real self with my brother. I have a right to know too. Don’t you agree?”
“Yes,” she whispered with desire.
“That’s right, love, I do,” Jason said darkly. Jason pulled her against his chest. “I want to feel your skin on mine. I want to taste you, love you, and fuck you into oblivion, but I can’t do that if you hide from me. God, I’ve never been so angry at a sub before. It’s as if I don’t even know you, Sara. Let me see the real you.”
Chip said nothing as he tore his shirt off, and then began to undo his pants. He pushed them down, along with his boxers. His huge cock sprang out, thick and hard. The thought of sticking his big meat into the woman he loved again had the head of his cock dripping with pre-cum. He wasn’t squeamish by any means, and having an audience never bothered him, but somehow this was different. Looking at his baby brother, he needed to make sure Jason was okay with all of this.
“Are you sure, Jason? Because once I start, nothing, including you, will stop me from coming in her.”
“I’m sure. Sharing has never been a problem with me. However, I still don’t know you well, so if I see Sara hurting in any way, I reserve the right to put a halt to all of this, and trust me, brother, I can move you if I need to, deal?”
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