Out of the Storm

by Avery Gale

  “We do indeed expect exactly that.” He’d already secured the choker around her slender neck and let his fingers follow the chain down her back, smiling at her shiver. “Now, let’s slide this on and see how you look, shall we? Arms up.” Kyle was actually surprised that she raised her arms over her head and he quickly pulled the dress down and positioned it so her pretty rose-colored nipples were covered before re-tying the halter behind her neck after Kent had lifted her hair out of the way. He and his brother stepped back and both twirled their fingers in the air, signaling her to turn in a circle. That was all it took for the last of the blood that had been in his brain to gallop south to join the party heating up in the other head. “Sweet baby Jesus. You look fucking amazing, kitten.” Kyle knew his voice had gone from stern to reverent and he couldn’t even manage to care because the woman standing in front of him was a walking wet dream.

  Kent’s voice sounded as strained as Kyle’s had felt, “Stunning. Sweetness, you are absolutely stunning. Regi really deserves a raise for helping us with the clothing. That color looks amazing on you.” Tobi’s sweet cheeks flushed at their words and Kyle wondered if she had anyone in her life that ever said anything nice to her.

  Kyle watched her look between them and then down at herself. “But it’s really not decent. Not to mention it’s probably a size or two too small. If I sneeze, my boobs are going to fall out unless you have some of that double stick tape. God forbid I should even try to bend over because strangers are going to see things they aren’t supposed to see, if you know what I mean. I think it’s a perfectly nice blouse, but you can’t really expect me to go around flashing my bare ass to everyone can you?” And there it was. The perfect lead in. Damn if she hadn’t just handed it to them on a silver platter.

  Kent stepped back from her and crossed his arms over his chest. “You agreed to spend the weekend with us, Tobi, and to do as you were told, isn’t that correct?”

  “Umm, yeah, but…oh damn.” Kyle had to cough to cover his snort of laughter because she’d figured it out quicker than either he or Kent would have dared hope.

  Kyle reached into the small bag he’d set behind the desk and pulled out the plug and a new bottle of lube. Tobi’s eyes went wide and she started to back up but froze in place when he raised a brow at her. “Kitten, you’ve earned this punishment. Because you have been uncooperative, you’ll be wearing this pretty plug in your ass tonight. Since you were worried about people seeing your bare bottom, we’ll just give them something else to look at.” He snapped the lid on the bottle and started lubing the plug and his fingers. “Bend over the edge of the desk, kitten. Spread those legs nice and wide and arch your back so you sweet rear hole is where I can get to it easily.”

  Kyle thought his heart would stop when she complied so perfectly. “Well, brother, it seems maybe our sweet subbie likes this more than she wants us to know because her pretty pink pussy is practically dripping she is so wet.” He emphasized his point by deliberately curving his fingers just enough to be sure they’d make a nice slurping noise as he worked them in and around her pussy. When he started rimming her ass with his finger smoothing the lube all around and massaging it gently into the tight ring of muscles around her puckered hole he heard her sharp intake of breath. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass, kitten?” He knew the words were crude, but he’d done it deliberately to see how she reacted to the tone and language, and he was rewarded with a breathy denial and fresh flood of moisture over his fingers. “Push back against my fingers, kitten. Good girl, like you would if you were going to try to push me out.”

  Kyle looked over at Kent and almost laughed out loud at his pained expression. When his brother finally looked up, Kyle gave him a quick signal with his other hand and Kent’s smile told him that he was on board with the suggestion. “You know, brother, I’m not sure a butt plug is going to be enough of a lesson for our woman. She doesn’t seem to be having to exactly participate in this punishment, if you know what I mean.” Oh Kyle knew exactly what Kent meant and Tobi was going to have a crystal clear idea as well in a few seconds. Kyle leaned forward and slid his arm under her, moving them both back away from the desk just enough for Kent to position himself in front of her.

  Chapter Seven

  Kent pulled Tobi back so her face was just inches from where his cock was pressing against the zipper of his pants. He was going to be lucky if his dick didn’t have a permanent zipper imprint. Kent had been so intent on watching the wide-eyed look she was giving his crotch that he hadn’t even been able to speak yet and he was grateful for his brother’s intervention.

  “Kitten, open up his pants. Have you ever given a blowjob before?” Kent watched as Tobi tried to process Kyle’s words at the same time her body was being bombarded by so many new sensations. Kyle hadn’t stopped pressing his fingers slowly inside her ass and Kent smiled as he watched her slowly move her hands to the snap on his jeans and then work the zipper down. Since he went commando his throbbing cock had sprung free immediately and bobbed in front of her startled face.

  “No. Well, I mean yes, I tried, but I don’t think I did it right.” She had answered the question, but her eyes had never left his cock. She seemed to be studying it as though she’d never had the opportunity to look at one close up.

  Now that he wasn’t worried about the zipper “tattoo”, Kent was able to refocus his attention where it belonged. “Why don’t you think you did it right, sweetness?” Kent would lay money he already knew what she was going to say. It was a safe bet some asshole had convinced her that his inability to perform was her fault, he’d heard the story too many times.

  “Well…he didn’t…you know.”

  Kyle leaned over, picked up the plug, and positioned it behind her and Kent could see his brother was trailing it back and forth over her puckered hole. “No, we don’t know. Tell us.”

  Tobi swallowed hard before answering, “Well he didn’t come.” Kent had to work hard not to roll his eyes and saw Kyle’s jaw flex in anger as well.

  “And I supposed he let you think that was your fault?” Kent was threading his fingers through her silken hair and he knew the truth before she even answered because the humiliated look on her face said it all. When she slowly nodded, he had the sudden urge to find the man and horse whip him.

  Kyle leaned down and nipped at her shoulder, “Well, kitten, let’s up the stakes a bit shall we? If you make Kent come before I make you come, I won’t give you a spanking. But if you come first, you’ll lay over my lap and get five swats before we go downstairs. Go.”

  Kent barely saw her move before his cock was enveloped in the most delicious moist heat he’d ever experienced. She sucked him deep immediately and swallowed around him sending electrical charges of pleasure racing up his spine. “Fuck me! If this is ‘not good at it’, God save me from her when she becomes experienced. Holy fucking God in heaven.” Honestly Kent didn’t see any way he was going to last for more than a minute—two tops. Her mouth was like heaven—with suction. Shit she was going to suck him dry in less than a minute at this rate. “Kyle, you’d better hurry or she is gonna win this thing by a country mile.”

  He’d only just managed to growl the words before Tobi sucked him in so deep he felt the end of his cock slide down into her throat. Christ doesn’t she have a gag-fucking-reflex? The blood was pounding in his ears and then she hummed deep in her throat and the vibration sent him into orbit. He felt the hot seed jetting from the end of his cock almost before he realized he was flying into space. Brilliant colors flashed behind his eyelids as his eyes rolled to the back of their sockets. It was a damned good thing he was sitting down because there was no way his legs would have held him up. Hell, he wasn’t sure they would hold him up an hour from now.

  Kent was barely cognizant of the fact he had floated back to earth. Tobi had licked him clean and his happy member was laying contentedly on his leg. Watching as Kyle sent Tobi over by fucking her ass with the plug had him getting hard again, but he wasn’t
sure he’d survive round two right now.

  Just as Kyle pushed the plug into place he’d had told her to come for him and her scream had been what every Dom lives for because it was instantaneous and rasping in its desperation. Kent smiled at his brother then moved his gaze to the sweet woman with her face in his lap, gasping for air. He stroked Tobi’s hair back from her face, “I know I should go get a warm cloth for you, sweetness, but honest to God I don’t know if my legs will work yet.” He chuckled softly and added, “Stay still while Kyle cleans you up a bit.”

  It didn’t take them long to get cleaned up and they’d even managed to get Tobi to drink most of a bottle of water before they headed downstairs. On the plus side, Tobi seemed much more at ease with the dress she was wearing, but on the negative side, Kent could still feel the muscles in his legs trembling. While they were in the elevator, he pulled her against his chest and kissed her. Pressing his tongue along the seam of her lips so she opened to him, he swept her mouth and relished the soft mewing sounds she made. “Sweetness, I don’t know if I told you, hell I’m not sure I was capable of telling you—but that blowjob was way beyond good. It was fucking amazing. And I thank you.” He pulled her closer and whispered in her ear, “And way to win the race too by the way.” Kent laughed out loud and Tobi giggled at Kyle’s grumbling curses behind them.

  ****

  Even before the elevator doors slid open, Tobi could hear the pounding of the music. She’d done her homework and had been expecting loud heavy metal music, and she was pleased to hear the familiar strains of a country western honky-tonk song. Kyle smiled at her, “Wasn’t what you were expecting was it?”

  She laughed and shook her head, “No, it wasn’t. But this is better, I assure you. I love Kenny Chesney and his Caribbean beat totally rocks.” She grinned up at him, “Will you dance with me later?”

  Kent turned her so her back was to the room, “Yes, I will be more than happy to dance with you. Now, you need to remember to address us as Sir or Master while we are down here. I know it’s going to sound odd to you at first, but you’ll hear the other subs using those titles so you’ll get the hang of it quickly. Until you are a regular club member you won’t need to keep your eyes down, but I would still recommend that you be very careful about meeting the gaze of any Dom we are not specifically introducing you to.”

  Tobi nodded her head and then remembered and said, “Yes, Sir.” Kent kissed her on the forehead and then turned her back to the room. They kept her between them as they made their way through the large room that included the bar and the large dance floor. He could see she was trying to take in everything but the place was so large and filled with so much activity that she was having trouble keeping up with them.

  Kyle laughed at her and pulled at the hand he’d been holding. “Come along, kitten. We’ll give you plenty of looky-loo time in a bit. First we need to check in with the staff and see how things are going. We’re usually down here long before this so we’re going to be playing catch-up for a bit.”

  ****

  They made their way to the bar and were greeted by a man that surely had to be a giant. All Tobi could do was stare up at him. He has to be the tallest person I’ve ever seen in my life. I’ll bet he is seven feet tall. Wonder where on earth he buys clothes? Oh leapin’ lizards in Laramie, I wonder how he gets in a car?

  The blonde man sitting next to where she was standing burst out laughing before turning to her. “You must be Tobi. I’m Micah Drake and the giant over there is Tank. He is usually at the front desk with Regi, but I’m guessing she’s sent him for her caffeine fix.” Tobi wasn’t sure what to do, she hadn’t intended to speak the words out loud. She immediately stepped back and came up against a hard chest. She heard Kyle’s soft laughter as he wrapped his arms around her, settling them under her breasts so they were dangerously close to escaping the narrow confines of the halter dress she was almost wearing.

  “Kitten, Micah is our security chief. He is also a private investigator in Austin and has an office there as well. And don’t worry about your observations about Tank, I assure you he isn’t offended, are you, Tank?”

  “Oh hell no—it happens all the time. Nice to meet you, Tobi, and welcome to Prairie Winds. Hopefully I’ll get to chat with you more later on. But right now I need to get this back to Regi before she goes bat-shit on somebody.” Tobi found herself smiling back at him because he’d been so gracious about her faux pas and had gone out of his way to make her feel welcome. When he’d gone a few step, he turned and stepped back toward her, “You have any trouble with anybody, you give me a shout, you hear?” When she grinned at him and nodded eagerly, he smiled and walked away.

  She’d looked up at Kyle and saw he was smiling and shaking his head. “I swear the man is pure magic with women. They all have that same deer-in-the-headlights stunned expression the first time they see him, but it only lasts until he speaks to them. After that, they all become his best friends. They show up at his house all the time with food and crap. It’s fucking amazing, I tell you.” He turned his gaze from the group standing around them to her specifically and said, “And before you even ask, no—he isn’t gay or bi-sexual. He’s straight and if somebody could market that charm, for lack of a better word, they’d be a billionaire by the end of the week.” Tobi could only smile and nod in agreement, because he was absolutely right.

  Looking around her, Tobi took in the room and wondered who had designed it because it was the most modern looking saloon she’d ever seen. Somehow the architect and designers had managed to utilize the western theme favored by so many Texans and incorporated modern concepts and materials with remarkable results. When she got up the courage to ask about pictures she was also going to ask about taking a few in this room…not wide angle shots, but focused views of certain elements like the wrought iron framed mirror hanging behind the bar. The frame was scrolled metal and from a distance it looked like black lace, which was no doubt exactly what it was supposed to look like since it was in a BDSM club. But it was the curved metal staircase that she couldn’t take her eyes off of. The steps were at least three feet wide and the outside of the curve looked like a series of western scenes with a definite kink factor. The entire thing was painted so it looked aged and there were lights lining the inside so all the kinky scenes looked like simple illuminated silhouettes until you got close. The detail of the work was staggering and the craftsmanship made it a genuine work of art.

  “Who did your metal work?” Tobi knew she wasn’t really supposed to speak out while they were in the club but she was so totally enthralled with the entire place protocol hadn’t been her first concern. When no one answered her right away she looked up at Kyle and saw the questions in his expression. “When I was in high school I took a welding class and I loved it. I had a teacher who appreciated the fact I’d taken the class because I was interested in learning how to weld rather than meeting guys, so he took a shine to me and helped me a lot. I even ended up taking the class again before I graduated. And then I helped out in a small fabrication shop for a while during college to earn extra money.” She felt her face flush at the idea she’d shared something her brother had sworn was over-the-top tom-girl even for her and he’d thrown such a fit she had finally quit.

  Kent stepped up behind her and whispered in her ear, “Sweetness, I can’t tell you how thrilled I am that out of this entire room you picked two of my favorite features. Damn, you are fucking perfect.” His soft chuckle in her ear sent a rush of moisture to her sex and she shuddered. “We worked with Clint Bollinger at E.G.A Fabrication in Sealy. The guy is a metalwork genius. I’m not sure anybody can dream up something he can’t design and build. Look up. See the railing that looks like huge strands of barbed wire? He made that as well and wait until you see some of the headboards and canopies he’s created for the private rooms upstairs, they are works of BDSM art. We’ll introduce you to him if you like. His shop would be a great out-reach story for your magazine. He is a vet—a former Marine. Ev
en his business name reflects that pride, it stands for Eagle, Globe, and Anchor, which are on the Marine Corps emblem.”

  She nodded up at him and grinned, “That would be great…well, if I still have a job in an issue or two.” She’d tried to keep her smile in place even as her stomach knotted in worry. She was actually worried sick that she was going to be sleeping on her brother and sister-in-law’s sofa again because she didn’t even have a car to sleep in now.

  Kent leaned down and spoke against her ear, “Stop worrying, sweetness, we aren’t going to let you sleep on your brother’s sofa. And we damned well wouldn’t have let you sleep in your fucking car.”

  Damn, I really have to break that damned habit.

  ****

  Kent knew Tobi hadn’t meant to speak out loud, but damn it was endearing and handy as hell, so he hoped she didn’t ever break the habit. As he’d watched her take in the room, she hadn’t tracked the people like most newbies. Often subs got in trouble for staring at Doms and their subs because they were either frightened by what they were seeing or totally intrigued and couldn’t take their eyes off the action. But Tobi seemed interested in the details of room itself and that gave him a lot of satisfaction because he’d been heavily involved in the design of everything that had caught her attention.

  Kent would readily concede there were far more interesting parts of the club, but there were still scantily clad male and female submissives in a variety of activities all around them. There was a sub laid over her Dom’s lap getting swats just a few feet from them. The sound of flesh colliding with flesh would have gotten most subs’ attention in the blink of an eye. Kent didn’t know what the pretty sub had said that had gotten her up-ended so quickly, but her Dom almost had steam coming out of his ears. If Kent’s memory served him well, the beautiful redhead was a prosecutor in Austin so it was hard to tell what a woman who made her living arguing might have said to elicit such a reaction.