Jason gasped, moving quickly to stand near Chip. Chip saw the worry and fear in his brother’s eyes again, as he did that first night. Even now, in the presence of men his brother had known since being here, his brother wore the mask and his vest. He saw what his brother was hiding last night when they took Sara together. It humbled him that Jason felt comfortable enough to shed his clothes, showing him all of his scars. Nevertheless, the fear in his brother’s eyes at that moment told him there was no way he could get up on that stage, bare his body to the world, and let Matthias whip Sara.
Chip may have not grown up with his brother, hell, they barely knew each other, but when Jason’s eyes pleaded with him to do something, Chip refused to allow anyone to embarrass or hurt his brother again. He had listened when Sara spoke, talking about Jason not hiding himself, and always being there to protect him, and by God, Chip was going to do the same and there was no way in hell Chip was going to allow that man to lay one single whip on Sara. Chip had had enough. “I’ll do the punishment,” Chip said, looking at his brother. “All of it.”
“You can’t,” Jason quickly replied. “Her back isn’t healed!”
“Enough!” Gabriel roared, “My decision is made. Either accept it or sever your membership.”
“Consider it severed,” Chip said with finality, turning towards the door with Jason right behind him.
“You gentlemen are free to do as you please, but Sara is another story. She signed a contract with the club. Maybe you should reconsider your decision.”
Chip and Jason rounded on the club owner and snarled, “What contract?”
* * * *
The time had arrived.
To say that she was nervous was an understatement. There were so many variables. Anything could happen. Praying for only one outcome, she closed her eyes and sent up a quick prayer to the big man upstairs, asking that everything went as planned.
She was taking a big gamble tonight, and if Chip and Jason didn’t intervene, then all was for nothing, but something in her gut told her that when Chip’s foster brothers started whipping her, Chip and Jason would step in and claim her.
Manipulation was a devious act, but neither of her men were gonna speak up first until someone made the first move. Oh, she had all the faith in the world that eventually they would have claimed her, but she wasn’t getting any younger, and she had waited long enough. She missed Chip terribly, and finding Jason was a blessing. However, when Gabriel and Matthias informed her three weeks ago of her ex-husband accepting the position at the club, at the time she didn’t know what to think. Then Gabriel let it slip that Jason was the biological brother of Chip and, well, that’s when her head started spinning.
She had played her part perfectly, and so had Gabriel and Matthias. Playing the oblivious little submissive was too easy. However, that secret had started taking a toll. There were several times while she was chained up in tunnel four that she wanted to shout everything out, but knowing the prize at the end, kept her mouth shut.
Theoretically, she knew giving Chip and Jason more time to get better acquainted would be best, but they were brothers. They could have all the time in the world after they claimed her.
Taking off her robe, she stood behind the curtain, watching as a couple of Doms readied the stage. The Dungeon was already filling. Everyone knew there was going to be a punishment tonight.
Leaning against the wall, Garret came over with Zac and stood next to her and said, “Hey little sis. How are you holding up?”
“I’m nervous,” she replied, looking at hopefully her future brother-in-law. Zac was a tall man with sandy-blond hair and bulging muscles. Typically a laid-back, fun-loving guy, he looked menacing tonight, dressed in the traditional black leathers with his black cowboy boots. However, it was Garret and his nine-inch split-tail whip at his side that caught her attention. Smiling, she looked up at him. “I hope for your sake, you’re still good with that thing.”
“Oh, sweet cheeks, who do you think taught Chip?”
“Sure as hell weren’t you. You couldn’t hit the broad side of the barn with that thing,” Justice said, walking towards them with Quinton right behind him. “Don’t worry, Sara, the way I figure it, before any of us even get off a flick, our baby brother will have already rushed the crowd, jumped the stage, and laid this one out flat.”
“Nut-uh! He’s gonna go after Garret first. I know, Mary Jane told me,” Zac replied, grinning from ear to ear.
“And just how in the hell does she know that?” Justice demanded.
“She read her cards and they told her so.”
Garret groaned and Quinton rolled his eyes.
“Oh God,” Justice moaned. “Please tell me you don’t believe that shit.”
“Oh, our little woman is getting real good at them future cards. The other day, she told me to watch out for pink goo, and wouldn’t you know it, I stepped in bubble gum.”
“You’re an idiot!” Justice scoffed, rolling his eyes, walking away.
Sara had forgotten how funny Chip’s brothers were. She missed them all so much. Chuckling a bit, she kept her laughter to a minimum when she spotted Chip and Jason as they entered the dungeon.
The first step was done, they had shown.
“Are you sure about this, little sister?” Garret asked, all laughter now gone.
“I’m sure,” she whispered, never taking her eyes off them.
“You know, I’m sure if you just tell them what you want, they might surprise you.”
“I thought of that, but I couldn’t take the heartache if they said no. Oh, I know they still could, but for some reason, I’ve got it in my head that it won’t feel so bad if it’s done publicly. Besides, when they find out the truth, they’re gonna be rather pissed at me for manipulating them all this time. So I figure it would be best to go out with a bang.”
“Well, Momma Love always said you never did anything by halves.” Zac chuckled, kissing the top of her head. “Best get ready sis, cause the drama is about to start.”
Nodding, she looked at Chip’s foster brothers, each giving her a warm smile for good luck, as she ducked behind the curtain.
* * * *
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the Pleasure Cave,” Gabriel began. “Tonight we have something special prepared for you, a punishment scene. One of the club’s very own submissives took it upon herself to cause a bit of mischief. Because of that, she will be presented to you and disciplined twenty times. Now, since she has yet to be claimed, four gentlemen have offered to administer her punishment, each giving her five of their choice. She will be spanked, paddled, caned, and then whipped. As always, the club rules state that you stay silent and show the Doms respect while administering the punishment. Once the scene is over, then you may clap. The scene will begin shortly.”
Jason moved quickly through the crowd, trying to get to Gabriel before he disappeared. The British bastard was a menace, and Jason had had enough. Though he hadn’t formally claimed Sara and placed his collar around her neck, theoretically, she did belong to him. He had a verbal agreement with her, and because of that, he wanted this farce stopped. His brother, on the other hand, was going to rip the British interloper from limb to limb if he didn’t put a stop to tonight’s festivities. Jason had learned rather quickly what a hothead his brother Chip was, and nothing short of a wrecking ball was going to stop him.
“Grab him,” Chip growled from behind him, and Jason reached out, only to miss Gabriel by mere inches. Sighing when the elusive club owner disappeared behind a wall, Jason turned. “He’s gone. What now?”
“If anyone touches her, I’m going to commit murder. Got any bail money?”
“No,” Jason huffed, looking around the crowded room.
“I got bail money,” a sweet voice said. Turning, both men stared at the pretty, blonde-haired woman with hot-pink tips. Her creamy complexion shimmered under the dark lights of the dungeon, and the sparkling diamond choker around her neck glistened.
“Mary Jane, what are you doing here alone? Where’s Garret and Zac?” Chip gasped, looking around the room wildly for his overbearing, Neanderthal brothers.
“Oh, they’re around here somewhere,” the petite woman said, then leaned up and kissed Chip on the cheek.
“Ooh! I’m telling. I saw that.” A stunningly beautiful redhead snickered.
“Shit! Andrea? Oh God,” Chip stated, stepping back and bumping into him. Since Jason had met Chip, his brother has been very sure of himself, and everything around him, but in less than a minute, two tiny women had reduced his dominant brother into a pile of mush. No longer furious and determined to get their woman, Chip now looked scared and unsure what to do next.
“Is that a proper way to greet your sister-in-law?” Andrea scolded, kissing Chip’s other cheek.
“Chip, we need to find Sara and get her out of here,” Jason interrupted.
“Sure, yes, okay,” Chip stuttered, still looking around the large room.
“Dude! Snap the fuck out of it. Worry about our woman, not some neglectful Doms,” Jason roared.
Mary Jane chuckled. “Oh, he’s gonna be fun down on the farm.”
Whispering in her ear, the other woman said, loud enough for him to hear, “I can’t wait till he meets the others.”
It was at that second that crowd got eerily quiet. The curtains opened, and there on the stage for all to see was Sara, wearing a black leather corset, a G-string, heels, and nothing else.
She was stunning.
Jason was at a loss for words. She belonged up on that stage, and she captivated everyone. Then he walked on stage. The man was enormous. Standing over six feet and wearing a full mask to cover his face, Jason tensed. Chip growled but stayed right next to him, “That idiot touches her and I will put a bullet in him.”
“What are we gonna do? We can’t stop it,” Jason whispered, praying his brother had an answer.
“He touches her and I kill him,” Chip repeated.
Sighing, Jason faced his brother, snapping his fingers. “Yes, I get it. You want to commit murder. Fine, do whatever you want, but in the meantime, what are we going to do about Sara?”
When Chip looked at him, Jason knew he had an idea.
“Do you love Sara?”
“Yes.”
“I mean, until death do you part kind of love?” Chip asked. Jason had known Sara since she arrived at the Pleasure Cave. They had been best friends since. There was nothing he couldn’t talk to her about. She was caring, attentive, and fun. He hadn’t realized it until last night that he had been slowly falling in love with his best friend. Could he imagine loving Sara for the rest of his life? It didn’t take him long to know that answer. When he smiled up at Chip, he nodded his head and said, “With all my heart.”
“Well, so do I,” Chip added. “My gut is churning. Something is going on around here. I know my brothers. There is no way in hell they would allow their wives to roam free in a BDSM Club. Hell, they would snap any man’s neck for just looking at them, and look at Sara. She’s too calm. I had another Dom punish her once, and she couldn’t hold still to save her life. She was scared and nervous the whole time.”
“What are you saying?” Jason asked, watching the masked Dom walk around his woman as if he couldn’t wait to start spanking her.
“I think we’re being played,” Chip said.
“Manipulated?”
“Yep.” Chip grinned evilly. “And my gut is telling me the mastermind is our little vixen on stage.”
“What do you want to do?” Jason asked.
“Punish her.”
Chapter Ten
Sara didn’t know what to do. She saw Chip and Jason in the crowd, and yet, with Zac already on stage, walking around her, she thought they would have intervened by now.
“Are you sure about this?” Zac whispered, leaning close.
Had she made a mistake? Did she read their affections wrong? Did they just want sex from her and nothing else? Her mind whirled with consequences of her actions. She was never going to find out if she did nothing. It was too late to stop this farce, she knew that now, either way, and she was going to be punished for her deceit. Figuring it didn’t matter who did it, she nodded, and said, “Please go ahead.”
“Sara, you don’t sound sure.”
“I’m sure, Zac. Please continue.”
Zac nodded, and moved away from her. A stranger had punished her once and it scared the living crap out of her. This time was no different. Though she knew Chip’s brothers and trusted them, it was something altogether different when she was secured to the Saint Andrew’s cross and unable to defend herself. There was nothing more she could do. Matthias asked for a public punishment, and it looked as if he was going to get it, regardless who administered it.
“Count of five, sub,” she heard Zac roughly say behind her.
“Yes Sir,” she replied.
Taking a deep breath, she waited for the first spark of pain.
“Stop!”
Sara exhaled as she heard Chip’s voice ring out. Turning her head slightly, she listened and watched as the crowd murmured loudly as Chip and Jason walked onto the stage and stood next to her. They looked beyond pissed and rightly so. She had pushed them past their limit. What they were going to do, she had no clue, but if the look in Chip’s eyes were any indication, her time spent in tunnel four earlier today was going to be a cakewalk compared to what he had in mind.
“Why are you stopping the punishment, Master Chip?” Gabriel asked loudly, hushing the dungeon immediately.
“My brother and I claim Sara Joseph as our submissive.”
“That’s very interesting, Master Chip, but one question though. Have you asked her if she wants to be claimed?”
“No, Master Gabriel, we haven’t,” he replied as the crowd chuckled.
Chip stood there on the stage and said nothing as Gabriel grinned and said, “Then maybe you should do so.”
The crowd laughed louder.
Sara was speechless. She had done it. She wasn’t sure it would work, but it did. They wanted to claim her, together. She didn’t have to choose. She could have them both. Her heart picked up and raced wildly. Her body quivered and shook with excitement.
“We will not be asking our sub anything, Master Gabriel. We invoke the right to claim her without her permission, due to the fact that Sara had manipulated us, the club, and this whole scene to get what she has wanted.”
Sara gasped.
Could they do that?
Gabriel’s laughter boomed over the crowd. “I see, Master Chip. You will have your hands full with that one. Permission granted, and good luck. I fear you and Master Jason will need it. You may proceed.”
What the hell!
Chip’s voice slithered close to her ears and whispered, “You’re mine now, pet.”
Sara had been afraid many times in her life, and she had always survived and learned from her mistakes, but the tone of Chip’s voice scared the living crap out of her. She had seen the man madder than hell, she had even been on the receiving end of his punishments, but never, not once, had he ever talked so coldly, so viciously, so menacingly towards her. It was at that moment she realized she had awakened a sleeping tiger and he was going to collect his pound of flesh, and God have mercy on her soul. She now prayed she survived the night.
“Lower the chains!” Jason shouted, and it was then that Sara knew.
Pain.
Lots and lots of pain.
As closet pain slut, she knew what to expect, but when Jason ripped her corset off her body, baring her back, she froze.
“Don’t worry, love, you still have plenty of flesh left for me to mark.” Jason chuckled, then ripped her G-string from her body. Chip moved closer to her, so only she could hear and said, “Oh, my little pet. Did you think you could get away with this? You forget that I know you and I knew who the four Doms were all along. They should have remembered that their wives check in with the family regular
ly. My sisters-in-law were kind enough to give me a heads-up, but don’t worry, baby, I will take care of my brothers when Jason and I are done with you.”
Dear God in heaven…they knew!
They let her proceed with this farce, knowing all along what she was up to.
Sara realized then that her Masters had manipulated her.
Her Masters!
Removed from the Saint Andrew’s cross, Sara stood naked as the day she was born, for all to see, as Jason pulled a black silk mask, from his back pocket. Sara stayed silent as he placed the blindfold over her eyes. She felt cut off. No longer able to see what they were going to do, she tried to calm her nerves, but nothing worked.
“I hope this is what you wanted, pet, because you’re about to get it,” Jason asked as he moved behind her placing his hands on her shoulders, guiding her to where he wanted her. After taking a few steps, she clearly heard Jason say, “That’s perfect. Don’t move.”
Left standing somewhere on the stage, Sara could only hear their steps around her. The crowd was once again quiet, probably thoroughly enjoying the show. Being punished publicly never bothered her, but before she knew what was going to happen.
Now, she didn’t, and the gig was up. The manipulator had been manipulated and God have mercy on her soul.
Sara listened as a chair was dragged across the stage. The legs scratched the wood floor as it moved closer to her. A loud bang let her know that the chair was placed wherever they wanted it. The silence of the room was deafening. Alone with her thoughts, she barely heard Chip.
“Obviously you know the situation here, pet. I don’t fault you for it. It’s your nature and regardless, my brother and I still love you. However, you have been a very naughty sub, and because of that, Jason and I need to show you who is in charge of this relationship. Now, I know that before Jason has been lenient with you, but I think you are in for a treat. He has been practicing something called the windmill. Imagine if you can, two twelve-inch leather whips, whipping around in the air as each tip hits its mark. When he gets his momentum going, the sound is remarkable. Of course, you have no idea what I’m talking about, but you’re about to. So get comfortable, pet, you’re in for a long night.”
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