Their Temporary Sub [The Doms of Club Mystique 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Mardi Maxwell

  Cassie smiled at Marisol then blocked Luc when he tried to place several more spears of grilled asparagus on her plate. “Da, uh, dang it, Luc. I said I didn’t want any more.”

  Addison laughed. “Since when do you say ‘dang,’ Cassie? We don’t mind if you say a cuss word every now and then. No need to change the way you talk for our benefit.”

  “Well, uh, thank you, Addison.” Cassie had been around Addison long enough to know that the gleam in her eyes meant she was up to something. A second later, she saw Addison smile and knew that dinner was about to get a lot more interesting.

  “You know, Marisol, I have a wonderful idea,” Addison said, her smile widening as she turned to Marisol. “Jenna was going to stay at my house but now she’s living here with Jackson. So, then I thought I would ask Cassie if she wanted to live there while she helps Cade, but now it looks like she’ll be sticking close to Luc and Logan. So, the house is empty. Would you like to stay there?”

  “Yes, thank you, Addison,” Marisol said.

  “What are you up to?” Thor asked, his voice suspicious, his eyes narrowed and locked on Addison.

  “I’m not up to anything,” Addison said.

  “You’re always up to something,” Logan said.

  “Cade should do something,” Luc said as he snuck another couple bites of his steak onto Cassie’s plate.

  “I will as soon as I figure out what she’s doing.” Cade tightened his arm around Addison’s waist and looked down at her, his black brows drawn down over narrowed green eyes.

  Addison smiled innocently. “I’m just trying to help, Master.”

  “By the time you figure out what she’s up to it will be too late,” Zane said. “Addison’s fast.” He sent a sympathetic grimace to Jackson. “Sorry, bro.”

  Jackson chuckled and nuzzled Jenna’s neck. “No need to look so concerned, Zane. I’m happy and you will be, too, when it’s your turn. It only hurts for a moment.” He oomphed then laughed when Jenna gave him a little fist to the belly.

  Addison smiled at Cassie then narrowed her eyes at Zane. “Now that you’ve ruined my evil, secret plans, I’ll have to seek revenge, Zane.” She rubbed a hand over her expanding waist. “I’m feeling very, very creative.”

  Zane groaned. “Cade, do something.”

  Cade laughed. “I can’t spank her. Every time I bend her over she barfs.”

  Luc chuckled. “Thanks for drawing her attention away from us, Zane. For a moment there I thought we were doomed.” Next to him, Cassie glared at him and picked up the salt shaker.

  “Me, too,” Thor told them with a relieved sigh. Then he quoted, “‘The only really happy folk are married women and single men.’”

  Cade, Ben, and Mac froze then looked at each other to see who was going to try to guess who Thor was quoting. Ben and Mac shook their heads. Cade sighed, got out his wallet, pulled a twenty from it, then said, “Oscar Wilde.”

  Thor laughed and shook his head then caught the twenty Cade threw at him. “Mencken,” he said. “That makes a thousand dollars in the donation jar. I’ll have Dania take it to the youth center on Monday.”

  Addison laughed then saw Marisol’s puzzled look. “Thor is a big fan of quotes. He says one and the guys try to guess who he’s quoting. When they’re wrong, they have to put twenty dollars in a jar. When there’s a thousand dollars in the jar, they donate it to the local youth center.”

  Marisol smiled. “A good cause.” She looked at Thor. “Perhaps you are redeemable after all, Señor.”

  “No, he’s not,” Ben said, “but what about us? You didn’t say you had plans for us, Addison.” He pointed to himself then to Mac.

  “Oh, I have really special plans for both of you.” Addison smiled. “When you’re ready.”

  “What do you mean? When we’re ready?” Ben’s voice sounded relieved but still slightly offended.

  “You’re both still sowing your wild oats so you’re not good marriage material yet.”

  “Thank God.” Mac’s voice sounded like the voice of a man who’d just dodged a bullet, as he collapsed back in his chair with relief.

  Thor laughed. I’m still sewing wild oats, too. Yup, I’m just a farmer at heart. A lifetime farmer.”

  Addison smiled a secret smile then winked at Thor before glancing at Marisol Rios, who sat next to him, her lips moving as she mumbled something in Spanish.

  Thor glared at Addison then looked at Cade. “Make Addison stop, Ramsey. Now.”

  Cassie dumped a handful of salt on Luc’s mashed potatoes while he and everyone else was looking in Thor’s direction. She glanced at Jenna, and realized she had seen her quick sleight of hand and was hiding her laughter.

  “So, Marisol, is that a yes to my offer?” Addison asked. “I can get the key for you if you like?”

  “Yes,” Marisol said. “Señor Larkin is busy. I do not want to be—how do you say—guest that stinks like fishes?”

  Cassie sent Marisol a laughing grin. She had visited with Marisol before dinner and she knew she spoke perfect English thanks to a British mother and an Oxford education.

  Thor said, “You mean, ‘Guests and fish go bad after three days.’”

  “Sí. So you, too, feel this?” Marisol said. “I go.”

  Addison smiled and said, “Wonderful. I’ll get the key for you after dinner.”

  “You are not moving into Addison’s house, Marisol,” Thor said.

  Marisol took a sip of wine then set her glass down. “My father gives you his greatest treasure but you have no use for me. You go every night to do this farming so I go to Addison’s house.”

  Thor smiled. “You can’t protect yourself. I can.”

  “No. You think I stink. I call the drug peoples to protect me.”

  “The DEA,” Cassie said helpfully as Luc lifted a large forkful of potatoes to his mouth. He chewed once, then again, before his face scrunched up and he lifted his napkin to his mouth and spit the potatoes out. He grabbed his glass of water and gulped it as his eyes shot to her then to the salt shaker by her plate then back to her. She smiled sweetly.

  Across from her, Marisol stood up and grabbed Thor’s plate just as he lifted a piece of steak to his mouth. She stacked his plate on top of hers then reached for Ben’s plate, which he protected by grabbing it and turning his back to her.

  “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Marisol?” Thor asked. “I’m eating that.”

  “Helping Jane,” Marisol said. “In Columbia I help the”—Marisol looked at Cassie—“what do you call the place where many women live and work?”

  “A convent?” Cassie asked innocently, knowing Marisol really spent her time rescuing young women from brothels.

  Marisol smothered a laugh then said, “Sí, a convent.” Looking pious she asked, “There is one in your village?

  “Convent? What the hell are you talking about, Marisol?” Thor reached for his plate but Marisol twisted away from him. “There’s no way in hell you’re a nun—not with that face and body.”

  “What would you know? You move me to your house then ignore me,” Marisol said.

  “I’m working on the flash drive you gave me. It’s encoded or something.”

  “Estúpido,” Marisol said, her hands busy doing a lot of the talking for her. “That is a diversion for the traitor in your agency. I am the gift my father sent to you.”

  “What fucking traitor?” Thor asked.

  “You’re a gift?” Mac turned to Thor. “If you don’t want her can I have her?”

  “Piss off, Malone,” Thor said. “She’s not going anywhere.”

  “Do you see what happens when you don’t keep a tight rein on Addison? Everything goes to hell,” Zane said.

  “You’ve all told me to loosen the reins.” Cade relaxed back in his chair. “So I did.”

  “That’s right and I’m only trying to help. This way Thor can spend more time farm—uh, working,” Addison leaned back against Cade and he slid his hands over her belly, “and Marisol ca
n spend her days in prayer.”

  “Sí,” Marisol agreed, folding her hands and looking up while mumbling something in Spanish that sounded suspiciously like a request for bad things to happen to Thor’s manhood.

  Addison, Cassie, and Jenna giggled while the men shifted nervously. Thor growled and jerked Marisol back into her chair. “Stop that. Most of us speak Spanish.”

  While Thor tried to get his plate back from Marisol, Cade stood up with Addison in his arms. “I’m taking this bad girl upstairs for a very stern talking to,” he told them with a chuckle. At the door he turned back and looked at Logan and Luc with Cassie sitting snugly between them. “You two won’t be able to keep Cassie close without playing with her. You need to get Zane to draw up a contract for you.” His eyes flicked by Thor as he turned to leave the room. “Thor, good luck with the nun.” Chuckling, he snuggled Addison closer and left the chaos behind.

  Addison tightened her arms around Cade’s shoulders as he carried her up the stairs to their room. After kicking the door shut, he dropped her onto their bed then stood over her. Addison sat up, leaned back on her arms, and smiled at him. “Our plan went a lot better than I thought it would, Master.”

  Smiling, Cade shrugged out of his shirt. “You owe me big time, brat. Strip and get that ass in the air now.”

  * * * *

  Cassie sat on the leather couch in Cade’s den with Luc and Logan on either side of her. Zane watched them from Cade’s leather desk chair as he rocked back and forth. “I’ve given each of you a copy of a standard D/s contract. I want you to read through it and tell me what parts you want to keep and what you want to change. We can at least get a rough draft worked out tonight.”

  Cassie dropped the pages onto the coffee table. “I can’t do this.”

  Luc picked up the papers and handed them back to her. “Yes, you can, sugar.”

  “Before we go any further, we need to know how much experience you’ve had with this lifestyle,” Logan said.

  Blushing, Cassie lowered her eyes then leaned back. “I know the rules but I’ve never really played with anyone except you and Luc.”

  Zane looked exasperated. “What is it with you people? Haven’t any of you ever had a long-term relationship before?” He sat back with a disgusted look on his face. “First, I had to negotiate a new contract for Addison because Cade is such a control freak he can barely stand to let her out of his sight. Now, the three of you are sitting here like deer caught in a hunter’s headlights.”

  “I don’t see you signing a contract,” Logan said. “Besides we know exactly what we want.”

  “Well, then, start talking.” Leaning forward with his chin in his hands, Zane looked at Logan. “Give me a list of five to ten rules you want Cassie to follow.”

  Logan nodded, then turned toward Cassie. “First, you will not go anywhere without me or Luc with you.”

  Cassie began to roll her eyes then stopped herself. “Okay, I agree, but what’s that got to do with this contract?”

  “Sir,” Luc said.

  Seeing her open her mouth to protest, Logan said, “Unless you don’t respect us enough to address us properly. In which case this stops now.”

  Shaking her head, Cassie knew she didn’t want the negotiations to end. She just hoped she could get through this process without running away. “No, I respect both of you, Sir.”

  “Good, and we can put anything in the contract we want as long as you agree to it,” Logan said. “You will call us Sir when we’re at the club or with people in the lifestyle. When we’re with strangers or people who aren’t in the lifestyle, you will use our names but still speak with respect. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Logan chuckled. “You can also use our names when you’re begging one of us to let you come.”

  Luc chuckled then said, “When we are home alone you will call me Luc unless we’re playing and it doesn’t matter what room we’re in at the time. If we’re playing you will call us Sir. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Cassie looked at Logan, waiting to see if he would tell her to call him by his name. He smiled at her but not in a good way.

  “Everyone thinks I’m easygoing, but sugar, you need to know right up front, Luc and I have very little tolerance for bratty behavior. That’s why we run the club.” He ran his hand down her hair, smoothing it. “Luc and I like that you can tell us apart so at home you can call me Logan as long as we’re not playing. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Eyes on us at all times. Do you understand?”

  “Not down, Sir?” she asked, surprised.

  Shaking his head, Luc repeated, “On me or Logan. We like your eyes, sugar. We like them even better when they’re on us.”

  “Yes, Sir.” A little smile curved her lips.

  Logan wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back against him. He angled his body in the corner of the couch, one leg resting against the back of the couch, the other stretched out on the floor with her between them. She rested back against him, feeling safe in his arms.

  “No talking in public unless one of us asks you a direct question. If you have something to say then ask permission. We like your voice so we’ll always say yes unless there’s a reason we want you to remain quiet. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Logan nibbled on her neck then kissed the soft spot beneath her ear. “Dresses or skirts unless you’re going riding. No panties ever. Do you understand?” Logan asked.

  “I really like beautiful lingerie, Sir. It’s my addiction.”

  Logan tightened his arms then kissed her neck while his eyes met Luc’s and a silent message passed between them. “We’ll make sure you get the chance to model your lingerie for us. Okay?”

  Nodding, Cassie glanced over her shoulder and gave him a little smile. “Okay, Sir.”

  “No lying. No fighting. Absolutely no screaming at us. Understand?” Luc asked.

  “Yes. I agree with that. I don’t like to be yelled at either, Sir,” Cassie said as Luc picked up her foot, removed her shoe, and began massaging her instep. He grinned when she moaned with pleasure and wiggled her toes. She smiled when he touched her brightly polished toenails then glanced at her.

  “You have a problem you come to one of us. Do you understand?” Luc asked.

  “Yes, Sir. I’ve been on my own for a long time. I never realized what a relief it would be to have someone willing to help me.” Seeing the pleasure on Luc’s face she smiled and knew she had made the right decision. In the morning, she would try to explain to them the flashes of memory she had been having recently as well as the things she had remembered.

  “Excellent, sugar,” Luc said.

  Logan stroked his finger over her lips. “No more cussing, sugar, or Luc and I will turn your ass red. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir, but I have a little bit of a potty mouth. I blame Thor and Jackson.”

  “But, sugar, they’re not in charge of your mouth.” Luc squeezed her foot. “We are and we say no cussing.”

  Realizing he hadn’t asked her a question, she kept quiet then smiled at him as Logan drew her back against him.

  “Okay, now, tell us what you need from us.” Seeing her puzzled look, Luc added, “Take your time and think about it, and sugar, you can speak freely.”

  Cassie looked past Luc to the shelves loaded with books and small objects, some looking like things a child would pick up and give to their mother. Her lips curved in a gentle smile. She wanted to get a closer look at those shelves. She looked back at Luc as she snuggled against Logan. “I want the same things you want. No lying, no fighting, honesty, trust, and respect, and I would like us to only be with each other for the time we’re together please, Sirs.”

  Logan kissed her neck. “We can give you all those things, sugar.”

  “What about Linda?” Cassie asked.

  “She’s signed a contract with someone else in Dallas,” Logan said. “You, me and L
uc—we belong to each other now.”

  Cassie knew Luc felt the shiver of arousal that raced through her when Logan said that. For some women, having two men was only a fantasy, but for others like her, it was something more. Something they didn’t just dream about but something they yearned for, needed.

  Logan lifted Cassie’s hand to his mouth and ran her fingers over his lips. “I promise we will never do anything you don’t want.”

  Luc lifted her foot and kissed her slender ankle. “We will never do anything that will not give you pleasure”—he looked up at her—“eventually.”

  Cassie licked her lips as Luc and Logan seduced her senses with their touches and kisses and suggestive glances. “Promise me you won’t get mad if I get scared.”

  Cassie waited, watching as Luc and Logan held one of their silent conversations. Apparently they came to an agreement of some kind because Logan tightened his arms around her as Luc squeezed her ankle.

  “For the next two weeks your safewords are red for stop, yellow for slow down, and green for okay. After two weeks we’ll talk about changing it. Do you understand, sugar?” Logan asked.

  Cassie gulped, then swallowed, fear and elation filling her. She wanted this but she was scared. “Are you sure, Sirs?”

  Luc pulled her onto his lap and she wiggled around until she was comfortable, and then rested her head on his shoulder. She felt his hard cock pressing into her hip and wondered if he and Logan would fuck her tonight.

  Luc combed his fingers through the long strands of Cassie’s silky hair. “We’re sure.”

  “If you get scared we will slow down and talk about what is scaring you. We will never hurt you. Do you understand?” Logan asked.

  Cassie forced herself to look at them. “I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to tolerate being restrained or blindfolded. I don’t want you to be disappointed, Sirs.” She twisted her hands together then fisted them.

  Luc slipped his finger into her fisted hand and slowly straightened each finger then planted a kiss in the center of her palm. He did the same to her other hand. “For now, no restraints but eventually we’re going to push you on that, sugar.” He tugged her head back and gave her a little smacking kiss on the lips. “You’ll always have your safewords to use. What else?”