“Spread your legs.”
Amy’s eyes popped open. They had a way of keeping her off balance that she wasn’t used to. She did as requested, but wondered why. She looked at Alec’s hands but didn’t see anything. Maybe they just wanted to see if she was wet? She could answer that with a resounding yes. She’d always loved her nipples played with, but had never experienced something this extreme. Amy was afraid to breathe for fear of causing them to move. Wait a minute. They were going to attach a leash to the chain? Now Chad’s words made sense, causing her a little bit of apprehension.
“Alec, would you like to do the honors? She’s swollen enough that it shouldn’t be a problem.”
Amy’s gaze swung Chad’s way to see what he was talking about. In his hand was a silver bell attached to what looked like two thin metal four-inch posts with a circle encompassing both. It looked like each metal tip was covered in black leather. The bell was decorated in white lace on the outer edges—enough to look good, she thought, yet not enough to cover the sound. Her mind didn’t comprehend what it was to be used on, considering her nipples were already fastened. She looked at the clamp to Chad’s face and then back again. Realization dawned and her pussy immediately leaked cream.
“Do you like the lace? I had it custom made to match the lace I painted on the lower half of your breasts.”
“Yes, Sir,” Amy answered. She was proud of herself that she got the words out without her anxiety stealing them. She wasn’t about to tell them they might have trouble fastening it to her clit because it felt three times the size it normally did. She could feel her heart beat through the engorged tissue. “It’s pretty, Sir.”
Alec leaned down on his knees. Using his index finger and thumb of his left hand, he placed them on either side of her clit and rubbed away her juices. The problem was, his electric touch was a jolt to her system. Her pussy wouldn’t stop leaking and when she looked up a Chad, she could tell he was waiting for her to make some movement, but there was no way in hell she was having another stripe added to her ass. She tried to shallow out her breathing as Alec massaged her clit.
“You’re right, Chad. She’s so swollen that I think I’ll have a problem fitting it over her clit. Do you like it when your clit is played with?”
“Yes, Sir,” Amy asked, a flush stealing across her cheeks.
How could she still blush after all they’d done? It had to be because she was admitting out loud that she responded to them in such a carnal way. Her knees started to tremble, making her wonder if she was going to remain standing upright.
“Then I’m sure we can make this work. Spread your legs a little farther apart,” Alec ordered.
He was still rubbing her clit, although she wasn’t sure he wasn’t just doing that to do it instead of actually wiping her juices off so that the clamp would stay in place. Alec pulled down on her clit, causing her to cry out at the intense sensation. She wanted to come. Her body tightened, threatening to do just that, but when she looked Chad’s way and saw him studying her, she clenched her fingers tighter behind her neck grabbing a few pieces of hair to distract her. It worked, although didn’t make the urge to orgasm go away.
“Our angel is going to look anything but angelic tonight.” Alec must have thought he’d rubbed off enough of her cream that the clamp would remain on her, because she felt him slide the rubber tips up and over her engorged tissue. Releasing her clit with his fingers, he then had to be pushing up the restraining circular device, because the clamp became tighter and tighter. “With every step, you’ll be able to ring your way through the club this evening.”
By the time Alec finished securing her clit clamp, Amy felt as if there wasn’t a part of her they hadn’t touched. Her ass still felt as if it had six pulsating lines situated across her flesh, her nipples still stung, and now her clit felt like someone was pinching it too hard. Everything combined made Amy aware of her femininity. She wanted to come so bad, she was contemplating begging for it.
“Depending on how well you do this evening, we might give you permission to have an orgasm,” Alec said, rising to his feet. He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers, before reaching up and tangling his fingers into her hair. His actions cause her hands to slip, but that didn’t stop him from pulling her closer. Her nipples rubbed up against his paint-spattered shirt, causing the fire to be rekindled. Alec swallowed her gasp before pulling away. “And you’ll be good for us, right?”
“Yes, Sir,” Amy whispered, sneaking a glance over at Chad. He was smiling as if he knew what she had wanted to do. It was obvious she couldn’t ask for an orgasm now, but vowed that she would get one when she got home. She’d managed to get through her discipline as well as accept their gifts. Amy was going to be the one smiling when the evening was done. “I’ll be good, Sir.”
Chapter Thirteen
“Good evening, Lucy,” Alec said, handing his black leather coat to the hostess who was coming around the tall wooden stand. The entrance to the club was very old English, with the exposed wooden beams and intricate detail. It had an intimate atmosphere that he loved and the smell wafting from the main play area was distinct with spiced tea and a deep woodsy odor. He knew once they entered the core of the club, additional scents of pheromones would be added to the mix for an intoxicating fragrance. “It’s good to see you again.”
Lucy was a good-looking woman and had been working at The Point for the past year. She was a tall blonde who had a fetish for black latex. Alec figured she was in her mid to late twenties and as far as he knew, she’d never hooked up with either a Dom or a Domme from the club. She’d become a staple around the place, and with her personality and discretion, perfect for the job.
“Good evening, Sir Alec. Master Chad, always a pleasure.” Lucy hung Alec’s coat over her arm and waited while Chad walked behind Amy to assist her with removing her long dress coat. He didn’t miss the way her eyes took in Amy’s body, and seeing the way Amy shifted her feet, she was well aware of it, too. He smiled, loving that they had an exhibitionist lying within such an angelic creature. “May I say that’s a beautiful outfit?”
“You may, Lucy,” Alec answered, sharing a smile with Chad.
Amy was, indeed, a vision with her black corset and white lace. His favorite piece of the ensemble was her collar, which was white with black stitching and a gold clasp located directly in front. Amy kept her eyes downcast, exactly like they asked, but he knew she was trying to take in everything she could. From the way her breasts were rising and falling, it was obvious Amy was enjoying being looked at by another person. How would she react to the scene that he and Chad had decided on for her?
“Master Chad, I’ll take your coats now.”
“Thank you, Lucy.” Chad handed over his black wool dress coat along with Amy’s cream one, before picking up Amy’s leash and leading her into the main playroom.
Alec followed, noticing the way Amy was scurrying along in her stiletto heels that he’d purchased for her the other day when ordering her clit and nipple clamps. The black was in perfect contrast to her silver bell dangling between her legs. Unfortunately, the background music was masking the tinkling sound, but the image was just as praiseworthy. Amy was trying her damnedest to keep up with Chad, obviously not wanting the nipple clamps to tighten. He was enjoying watching her dilemma and hoped there was room in the main sitting area for others to share in their delight.
“Interesting,” Chad said, slowing down his pace. “James is here.”
Alec turned to the side, where play areas were set up along the wall. It was actually that way around the entire area, with each station secured off with red rope. Landon and Owen were playing with a sub on the St. Andrew’s Cross, while Lane and Ross had their permanent sub strapped to the Sybian horse. They were smiling at her pleas to stop the pleasure. Alec smiled, remembering the first time they had placed Becca on it as a lesson to be learned. Looking to the left of the room, he was surprised to see Sander without his brother, but his sub was definitely g
etting use out of the spanking bench. Trying to see what Chad was talking about, Alec scanned the right side of the room and lo and behold, James was standing at a table that contained four high-top chairs, watching the room.
“I’ve never seen James play, so unless he’s put in for a membership, he’s here on business,” Alec replied, noticing that one of the empty sitting areas facing Sander’s station was available. “One o’clock.”
Chad looked in the direction that Alec was speaking of and led Amy to the vacant area. So far, she’d done excellently in her first foray into their domain, although he knew Amy had witnessed countless submissions over the years and knew exactly what was expected. But he was counting on her apprehension to get her into trouble and if it didn’t, he and Chad had come up with another alternative.
“Kneel,” Chad instructed Amy, who followed his orders and lowered herself to a gold pillow especially placed on the floor for the protection of a submissive’s knees. He then proceeded to lift a hand, signaling to one of the submissives on duty. Stephanie hurried over and Alec noticed that she was walking in an odd manner. After taking their orders for drinks, she turned away from them to head back to the bar. A bejeweled butt plug was perfectly placed within her crevice. The size of the implement was no doubt causing her troubles with walking properly. “Interesting handle.”
“It’s got to be the work of Liam Hemcourt,” Alec replied, referring to a friend of theirs who designed BDSM jewelry and toys. “I wonder if I should give him a call in regards to my showing. He might have something interesting I can use.”
“Have you told our angel?”
“No time like the present,” Alec said with a laugh. “Angel, come stand before me.”
Chad handed her leash over and Alec took it carefully into his fingers, not wanting to tug too hard. He figured her nipples ought to be a little numb about now, but what he had in mind didn’t include pain. As Amy took her place in front of him, Alec took a minute to admire his art. His mind spun with more images of what he could paint on her for future events.
“Look at me.” Alec waited for her blue eyes to lift and meet his. Excitement lay beneath the translucent color. She liked that he’d made her stand in front of all these people. “Be frank in answering my question. How would you like to be the central artwork for my next showing? You would be standing in the center of Chad’s gallery, with maybe a hundred people walking around you, admiring my work.”
As Alec painted the picture in her head, Amy’s breasts started to rise and fall as her breath quickened and the pulse on the side of her neck kept time. He loved that she responded to his kink. Sander’s brother chose that moment to enter the room and was coming their way. Lashe’s eyes immediately went to Amy’s ass, causing him to smile. It should, considering he was a sadist in every sense of the word. He didn’t tolerate misbehaved subs. Of course, he only played with subs that could handle severe punishments.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” Lashe said, stopping directly behind Amy. Alec saw that her eyes widened and she tensed at how close the voice was to her ear. “I heard you two went to Kennedy in regards to obtaining a permanent sub. I take it from the six lines on her ass, she’s enjoying the training?”
“Very much so,” Chad replied, lifting his hand to accept the drinks that Stephanie had brought back. She was relatively new to the lifestyle, but her Dom was integrating her slowly. Her hands were shaky as she handed him the three drinks off of her tray. “We had to incorporate a discipline method to ensure she was learning things the proper way. I must admit, it’s working rather well.”
“I’d love giving her a good punishment should the need ever arise,” Lashe replied. “But, I’m sure you boys have it all under control. I’m just stopping by for a moment to speak with Sander, and then I’m off to the airport on business. By the way, what’s Calihan doing here?”
“That’s what we were just batting around,” Alec said, handing Chad back Amy’s leash and nodding to the floor that she should take her seat. He ignored the disappointment in her face, but if Lashe was concerned that James was here, then maybe they should find out why and offer their help. It was either for business in regards to Safeword LLC or with the Order, but if James thought something was going down tonight at the club, then maybe they should remove Amy from the vicinity. “Why don’t we ask if he needs our assistance?”
“Calihan? Hell no. That man could take on an entire company of Marines. If he were here on business for the Order, I’d know. Which means he’s got to be investigating someone for Safeword LLC. Hey, I’m running late. Good to see you and keep up the proper discipline. It’s the only way they learn.”
Lashe reached forward, shaking Chad’s hand and then Alec’s. Although Lashe didn’t seem too concerned with Calihan stopping in on a busy Saturday night, Alec still thought it odd. Looking back at James, he noticed the man was staring at a server who was serving drinks to Ryan and Isaac. Hmmm, maybe he was here for Safeword LLC.
“Oh! You’re bleeding! Do you have a napkin?”
Alec swung his gaze back around, dumbfounded to hear Amy’s voice. She knew the rules. Stephanie must have been turning to go back to the bar when Amy caught the sight of a scratch. It must have come from a jewel attached to the plug, but it was nothing more than a scratch that her Dom would no doubt have taken care of once she’d return to him.
“Maybe I can catch the next flight out,” Lashe said, humor shining through each word. “Did you tell your sub that she isn’t supposed to speak unless given permission? This might be worth staying to see.”
* * * *
Amy heard what Lashe had said, but really couldn’t see Chad and Alec punishing her over talking when she was only trying to help. Stephanie didn’t stay, but rather walked quickly away toward the bar, as if she didn’t want to get into trouble. A man was waiting for her. He placed his hands on her shoulders, obviously asking what had happened. Stephanie must have explained, because he turned her around and tenderly checked the area where Amy had seen the scratch. He then led her away. Feeling better that Stephanie was being looked after, Amy turned back around to find three men looking at her. Shit.
Amy opened her mouth to explain, but when Chad raised an eyebrow, she thought better of it. She closed her lips and waited. Chad’s brow didn’t descend and she wondered what she’d done wrong now. She glanced over at Alec, who was just making a clucking sound and shaking his head.
“What about the rule about her eyes staying downcast? Did you go over that one?”
“Lashe, you can leave now,” Chad said wryly.
“And miss the fun? Hell, no. I’ll just take the red eye out. By all means, don’t let me hold you back. I’ll just take a seat and enjoy the show.”
“You’re an ass,” Alec said, jokingly.
They were bantering back and forth like they weren’t discussing possibly severely punishing her. Or was it correcting her? Maybe discipline? Amy figured she better read up on the differences, but now probably wasn’t a good time to bring it up. She lowered her eyes to her knees. Not being able to see what they were doing, and with them not talking, Amy had time to digest the last ten minutes since they’d arrived.
The entrance was nothing like she’d imagined it to be, but the main playroom was very similar to her brothers’ club. She would have given anything to watch the play areas, but knew that her focus had better stay on Chad and Alec. Walking through the club, she’d made sure that her leash wasn’t elongated to the point that it would affect her nipple clamps. Her nipples had gotten used to the pressure, but one yank and it would feel as if they just had been placed on her. As for her clit, every step seemed to swing the bell, although she couldn’t hear it ring. Her clit was just as swollen, if not more so, than when Alec had first fastened it. It was definitely more sensitive.
“Why don’t we see if Travis needs a bell to let him know when someone would like a drink, shall we?” Chad said, standing up.
Amy couldn’t help but lift her head,
seeking out his dark eyes to see if he were telling the truth. Her hands started to perspire as his stare revealed that he wasn’t kidding. She looked over at Alec, pleading with him with her eyes, hoping he would come to her rescue. If they were going to allow people to touch her clit clamp, she’d come within seconds. Didn’t they understand that her being the center of attention seemed to arouse her further? It wasn’t fair! She bit her lip to keep from saying that aloud, just in case they thought of a worse punishment.
“Damn, and here I thought I was the one with the good ideas,” Alec murmured, standing up next to Chad. “Lashe, if you’ll excuse us, we’re going to go give Travis a hand.”
“I have a flight to reschedule,” Lashe replied, laughing as he walked off toward the spanking-bench area.
“Please,” Amy whispered, hoping no one else would hear her. “I know I shouldn’t have said anything, but I was only trying to help her. She was bleeding!”
“It was a scratch. Nothing more. And her Dom would have taken care of it the minute she told him about it,” Chad said, reassuring her, yet not backing down from his proposed penance. “To have seen her scratch in the first place, you had to have been looking up. You also just spoke out of turn. We went over the rules with you twice, not to mention that you already know them from Josh and Tyler’s club. You broke them as well as others, therefore, you must accept your punishment.”
Chad was holding her leash. He pulled up, indicating that she should stand, causing the clamps to tighten on her nipples. Heat spread through her breasts, and Amy immediately stood, not wanting the pain to be intolerable. As Amy turned to follow him, she made sure to keep her eyes downcast. She knew that Alec walked behind her, but it was the stares that she felt on her body that made her flush. They were watching her being led to her castigation.
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