Seducing Carma [Passion Peak, Colorado 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Tara Rose

  If that was news to him, Blaine didn’t show it. “Carma, let me rephrase what you just said so that I’m sure I understand what you’re asking of us. You want to experience BDSM play with us so that you can get over the fear in your past, and replace bad memories with pleasant ones.”

  She nodded. “Yes, but that’s not entirely it. I also want to experience it because I’ve fantasized about it, and I need to understand that it’s separate from my past fears.” Neither one said anything. They exchanged a look she couldn’t interpret. “Is that crazy?”

  “Not at all,” said Mateo. “In fact, I think it makes perfect sense. But I’m not sure we should do this downstairs.”

  “Where then? Don’t we need equipment like the stuff here to do it right?”

  “Yes, although it doesn’t have to be anything elaborate.”

  “Why do people play in public then? That’s the right word, isn’t it?”

  Mateo gave her the sweetest smile. “Yes, that’s the right word. People play in public because there’s an energy and a sense of camaraderie to it. It’s very emotional, and sharing it with like-minded others enhances the sensations for most people.”

  She nodded. “I felt that downstairs. The energy and the sense of being one with everybody.”

  “But not everyone can afford equipment for their home, or knows how to make it, or even wants it in their home for various reasons, so they come to a club. Plus, if they’re doing something edgy and things go south, there are other people around to help.”

  “I agree with Mateo,” said Blaine. “The main room may be a bit too much for you right now.”

  She studied Blaine’s face for any sign of bullshit, but only saw sincerity. “Then where can we go?”

  Mateo grinned and pointed toward the bag that Blaine had brought. “I suspect we have everything we need in there. Let’s go back to my house. We’ll have complete privacy and a gorgeous view.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  It was Blaine who insisted they find Annalise, Chad, and Dustin and explain what was going on before they left with Carma. Annalise took Carma aside, and after Carma told her cousin what Blaine and Mateo had said, Annalise agreed to let Carma go back to Mateo’s house with them, but only on the condition that she text or call every hour. Carma promised to do that.

  Once they were in Mateo’s car, Carma finally relaxed. They didn’t speak, but she was comfortable with the silence. She rolled down the window and breathed in the warm, fragrant night air. “It’s going to rain.”

  Mateo nodded. “Been a stormy year so far. There was a tornado in Racy this May, right?”

  “Yes. Annalise was downtown in Luke’s Bar that night with Chad and Dustin. In fact, that’s the night that Dustin’s ex-wife confronted them, and Dustin blew her off. He and Chad finally told Annalise they loved her, and she told them that she loved them, too.”

  “Right there in the bar?” Blaine leaned against the backrest, a big grin on his face.

  “Yeah. She said the whole bar erupted in cheers, and Luke bought everyone drinks on the house. Racy must be a lot different than here. Annalise told me that Nash has to have security guards when his club is open because there’s been trouble in the past. It’s not like that at Maddox McCree’s house in Racy.”

  Blaine poked Mateo in the shoulder. “Maybe I should have moved to Racy instead?”

  “Maybe you should have.” Mateo winked at Carma and she smiled as a thrill ran through her body at the intimate gesture.

  “But then I wouldn’t have met Carma.”

  “That’s the idea,” said Mateo.

  Carma laughed. It gave her a warm glow to see them teasing each other. She really wished they could have stayed at the club, but this was nice too. “You aren’t upset with me about leaving tonight, are you?”

  Mateo pulled onto the property and steered his truck toward the back of the house. “Why would we be?”

  “Because I know you both probably wanted to stay.”

  He gave her a glance full of lust, and Carma sucked in a deep breath as desire raced through her. “We’re not going anywhere,” he said quietly. “There’s plenty of time for working up to playing at the club.”

  Blaine’s touch on her shoulder was a gentle caress. “You didn’t do anything wrong tonight, Carma. I’m sorry I didn’t know what you’d gone through when you were younger. I would have treaded a bit softer.”

  They exited the car. “Blaine, no one knew before Wednesday. Not even Annalise. I told her after the will was read that morning.”

  As Mateo opened the back door of the house, Blaine gave her a look of incredulity. “You mean to tell me you’ve been shouldering this alone for…how many years?”

  “Sixteen.”

  “You’re incredibly brave. And stronger than you realize.”

  She didn’t know what to say in response. She didn’t feel brave or strong. She only felt foolish for not having said anything. They followed Mateo up to his wing and into the kitchen, where he reached into the fridge and took out three bottles of water. Handing one to Blaine and Carma each, he then motioned them toward the stairs.

  Once they reached his bedroom, Carma no longer felt on solid ground. She was alone with two men, both still dressed in clothing that sent her hormones raging and her mind racing to dark, forbidden places. Could she really do this? The words she’d said to them earlier had sounded more brave and resolute than she felt right now.

  She turned to face Mateo and he bent his head and kissed her. Within seconds, she forgot about everything except the feel of his lips and tongue on hers. She opened her mouth and let his tongue inside, not the least self-conscious that Blaine stood right next to them. When hands caressed her lower back, and then her ass cheeks, Carma moaned. Mateo’s hands cupped her face as he deepened the kiss, and Blaine molded his body behind hers, pushing his erection into her lower back.

  Carma’s legs were trembling, but not from fear or trepidation. Both men pressed up against her body was more erotic than anything she could have imagined. Mateo released the kiss and gazed into her eyes with a combination of lust and uncertainty. “Are you okay with this? I mean really okay with it, Carma?”

  “I believe so.”

  Blaine nuzzled her neck and a shiver ran up and down her spine. “If you’re afraid,” he said gently, “now is the time to say so.”

  That they both would take such care with her emotions sent a rush of warmth through her again. She had nothing to fear from either of them, and she knew that now. Blaine gently turned her to face him. He gazed into her eyes for a few seconds, and then he kissed her rough and deep. Carma moaned again and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, pushing her hips into his.

  She could hear Mateo moving around the room and wondered what he was doing, but she didn’t want to stop kissing Blaine to find out. The man’s mouth captivated her senses. She couldn’t stop tasting it. She’d wanted to kiss him since she’d first looked into his eyes the other night, and now she could admit that to herself.

  When he finally released the kiss, she was actually dizzy. He grinned and chuckled softly. “This is going to be an interesting night.” Blaine took her hand and led her to where Mateo stood, next to his bed, holding leather cuffs with hooks attached.

  Both men watched her carefully. She was touched by their concern, and she wanted to please them, but most of all she wanted to do this to please herself, and to prove that she could. She trusted them, and she believed that if she could get past this hurdle, she’d be on her way to healing from the past.

  “Put your arms behind your back, Carma,” said Mateo. His voice had taken on that commanding quality she’d heard Wednesday, and she realized it calmed her rather than made her fearful. That voice and the control it evoked gave her a sense of security. She did as he asked, and then Mateo handed the cuffs to Blaine.

  Blaine fitted them on her wrists and then snapped them together. When he moved in front of her, he brushed a finger lightly over her cheek. His touch bur
ned like fire. “There’s something so ethereal and downright beautiful about a woman with her hands cuffed together like this.” His soft, sexy voice reached down into her soul and yanked out the last vestiges of fear. “It makes me want to protect her, cherish her, and take her to the highest peaks of passion possible.”

  Carma merely swallowed as his eyes held hers. She couldn’t have spoken at that moment if she’d had to. How was it possible to be so moved by mere words?

  “With that being said, I know Mateo spanked you Wednesday. With your permission, Carma, I’d like to do that now. I will be using more than my hands, however, and you will have safewords.”

  She nodded. “Okay.”

  “Call Mateo and me ‘Sir’ when we’re in a scene like this, all right?”

  That voice… It was soft but authoritative. It was also gentle, but left no doubt he expected her to comply. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” He touched her face again, and Carma moaned softly. “I’m so proud of you.”

  “Thank you, Sir,” she whispered.

  “Your safewords are straightforward. ‘Green’ means everything is all right, ‘yellow’ means something needs adjusted or you’re becoming fearful or overwhelmed, and ‘red’ is an immediate stop. Do you understand these words and their meanings, Carma?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” He placed a hand on her right elbow. “Walk over to the bed with me. Mateo will help drape you over my knee. I will tell you what I’m about to use on you, all right?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Was Mateo going to watch, or would he participate? Should she ask? Was he all right with this? She sneaked a glance at him and was rewarded with a look that was nothing short of admiration and lust. Carma bit back another moan. This experience had already exceeded every possible expectation. How could it get any better than this?

  Mateo helped position her over Blaine’s left knee, and then one of them lifted her skirt. “Oh, nice.” That was Mateo’s voice. “Carma, these are beautiful. Did you buy these panties for tonight?”

  “Annalise did, but she hasn’t worn them yet. She gave them to me.”

  “I’m pleased, Carma. Thank you for this.” If she’d had any doubt that he’d told Blaine everything about Wednesday, it was gone now.

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Good girl,” said Blaine. He caressed her ass cheeks, and this time Carma didn’t try to hide the moan. When he lightly slapped each one several times, she pushed her pussy against his thigh to massage her clit. “Don’t do that.” His voice held the same note of warning as Mateo’s had Wednesday night, and Carma’s face burned with embarrassment. “We’re in charge of whether or not you come. Do you understand, Carma?”

  “Yes, Sir.” They were both going to torture her. It was official now. Carma squirmed with delight as Blaine’s slaps on her ass became more forceful. Every three or four, he’d stop and caress her again, running his hands down her legs now as well. Her pussy was already soaking wet. Could they see that?

  “We should take these off,” said Blaine. She assumed it was Mateo who slid off her panties and slipped them over her shoes.

  “I’m putting on leather gloves,” said Blaine. “They’re used for spanking so my hand doesn’t hurt and I can spank you longer.”

  “Okay.”

  She yelled as a hard smack came down on each cheek.

  “What did you say, Carma?”

  Blaine’s voice sent a shiver down her spine. The dominance in it was so strong she half expected to see the emotion float in front of her eyes any second now. “I’m sorry, Sir. I meant yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl. You have a gorgeous ass, Carma. It was made for spanking.”

  She heard Mateo moving around the room again, and was about to twist her head around to see what he was doing, but once Blaine began to spank her again with the leather gloves on, all rational thought was gone. It really stung now, but it also increased her arousal to crazy heights.

  Every few strikes, Blaine caressed her ass cheeks, the backs of her thighs and slipped his hand underneath to quickly caress her pussy. Carma didn’t mind the intimacy of his touch. She wanted him to touch every part of her body. Every nerve ending was on fire. All she could think about was fucking them both. Would that happen tonight?

  Mateo knelt in front of her and cupped her face with both hands. He kissed her lips gently and then gazed into her eyes. “Are you all right?”

  “Oh yes… Yes, Sir. I am. I really am.”

  He held up the blindfold that Blaine had sent her. “I’m told this can help enhance sensations, but we won’t use it if it will make you afraid.”

  “I’m not afraid, Mateo. I mean, Sir. Please put it on.”

  The look of tenderness in his eyes made her heart flutter. She now knew that he was all right with this, and that increased her desire for both men. After Mateo slipped on the blindfold and tied it behind her head, he kissed her again. He must have stayed in front of her as well, because as Blaine began to spank her again, Mateo teased her nipples through her crop top.

  Carma thought she was going to lose her mind with the competing sensations coursing through her body. Blaine’s strikes hurt like fucking crazy now, but the pain was all mixed up with the pleasure when he switched to caressing her sore ass cheeks, her thighs, and now her pussy as well with increasing frequency.

  “Your beautiful ass is mine, Carma.” She shivered again at the sound of his voice. “I’m going to make it red tonight. I’m so proud of you right now.”

  Mateo had both breasts freed from her top and bra before she’d realized he’d done it. He cupped them, and ran his thumbs over her sensitive nipples, causing her pussy to become even wetter. Her clit was throbbing now, and if she didn’t come she’d go out of her fucking mind. Surely Blaine could feel how wet she was each time he passed a gloved hand over her pussy.

  “I’m taking off the gloves now, Carma. The next sensation you feel will be a leather paddle. What color are you right now?”

  Color? What the fuck was he talking about? She wanted to scream, “Just fuck me! Please!”

  “Carma, tell me what you’re feeling right now.”

  His commanding voice broke through her lust-induced haze. “Green. Green, Sir. I’m green.” And horny. And insane with the need to have you both fuck me.

  “Good girl. You’re doing so well, Carma. Mateo and I are both very proud of you.”

  “We are, Carma.”

  “Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you, both of you. I mean Sir. Sirs...is that the plural of ‘Sir’? Thank you.” She giggled, unable to help herself. She sounded like a drunken fool, but everything just bubbled up until she couldn’t hold it at bay any longer. She felt joy, disbelief, and a sense of being whole, all at the same time. It was as if her entire life had been building to this one point in time, and she knew that no matter what happened after tonight, nothing would ever be the same again.

  Chapter Sixteen

  “I think Carma is a bit slaphappy,” said Mateo, his voice full of humor.

  His words only made her giggle again. “Slaphappy. Get it? Mateo said slaphappy, and Blaine is spanking me.”

  Blaine chuckled. “It’s all right, Carma. Just let it all out. But your slipup in using our names and your silliness just earned you extra swats.”

  She didn’t even care. Carma welcomed the sting of the paddle on both ass cheeks at once. They were on fire now, as if someone had poured hot coals all over them. As he’d done before, Blaine stopped every few swats and caressed her.

  This time, when he reached under to touch her pussy, he made a sexy satisfied noise in the back of his throat. “I just realized she’s shaved,” said Blaine. “Very nice, Carma.”

  “Mateo asked me to, Sir.”

  “Does he know you did as he asked?” Blaine’s voice was filled with humor. “Let him have a look. Stand up for a second, Carma.”

  They both helped her stand, and the sudden silence made Carma grow uncomf
ortable. Did he hate it? Without a word, someone unclasped the cuffs around her wrists, removed her bra and crop top, and then clipped the bondage cuffs together again. Hands cupped her face and one of the men kissed her again. “Thank you, Carma. For everything.” Mateo’s voice was almost reverent, and Carma’s breath caught in her throat.

  “You’re welcome, Sir.”

  “Now get back over my knee,” said Blaine. After Mateo had helped her to lie over Blaine’s knee again, Blaine resumed paddling her sore ass. Mateo continued to tease her nipples and Carma was moaning steadily now, squirming against Blaine’s muscled thigh with the overwhelming urge to come. The pain was getting intense, and had begun to break through the fog of pleasure and desire, when Blaine stopped. “What color, Carma?”

  “Yellow, Sir.” She held her breath. Would they be upset that she’d reached that point already?

  “Yellow…or red? You’re pretty bruised. Are you sure you can take more?”

  She swallowed hard. “I don’t want either of you to be disappointed in me.”

  “Carma,” said Mateo, “we are not disappointed in you. We are so proud of you right now. And, I think I’m safe in saying we’re both so fucking turned on right now that we’re ready to explode.”

  Blaine chuckled. “That’s an understatement.”

  “Thank you.” Carma blinked back tears. Everything was okay. “In that case, I meant red, Sir.”

  “Never, ever feel you can’t call a safeword,” said Blaine, his voice firm but not angry. “Trust works both ways, Carma. You trust a Dom not to exceed your limits and to watch for subtle signs that you’ve reached them, but a Dom also trusts you to safeword when you need to. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Carma couldn’t stop smiling. She’d done it. She’d let them tie her wrists together, and had taken some serious spanking and paddling, and she hadn’t freaked out or had flashbacks.