Present Tense: Pleasure Times Four (Out of the Fire Book 3)

by Candace Blevins

  “Your most severe punishments will always take place with just the two of us. Collosa will join us later, but he won’t want to witness this.”

  The first two strikes would be over the top of her labia, directly over her clit. He climbed on the table and sat below her, in clear view so she could watch.

  “Do you agree the punishment needs to be severe?”

  “I do, Sir. I’m scared.”

  “I know. It’s going to hurt terribly.”

  He settled the cold, stainless steel hammer where he intended to hit, lifted it three feet into the air, and brought his hand down swift and hard. The cruel device hit exactly where he intended, and blood seeped out of at least a dozen tiny holes.

  Her screams filled the room, but he didn’t acknowledge them.

  He counted to ten in his head before he lifted the meat tenderizer and gave her the second blow, exactly as hard as the first.

  Now, she fought her bonds but quickly understood how badly she’d hurt her arms and shoulders when she kicked up with her feet and tried to get loose.

  He’d sent a text to Collosa just before they started, letting him know a private punishment session was in order, and that he’d call up for him when he was needed. The basement was mostly soundproof, but a grizzly would be able to hear these screams even through the vibration-shielded walls and ceiling.

  He reached into his pocket and pulled two sets of nipple clamps out. The first set went on her right labia, attached at the top and bottom, and wrapped around her right thigh. The second was placed in the same position on her left labia — spreading her open and leaving her clit exposed.

  He settled the weight of the tenderizer at an angle over the left half of her clit, and she began fighting her restraints again. He left the weight of it there and looked up to her face. “It’s going to happen, Kelsey. Fighting won’t make me decide not to do this. Once I declare a punishment, it happens. With humans, if they can’t take it all in one session without risking their health, they’re given time in between sessions, but the punishment is still given. With shapeshifters, a pause only takes place for breathing issues. I don’t even have to worry about oxygen for you. It’s going to happen, no matter what. The only way you can stop it is to go into my head, but I’ve taken steps to make sure I’ll know if you do.”

  “I won’t do that, Sir. I’m sorry. I don’t think I can keep from fighting it.”

  Within the next twelve seconds, he delivered one strike at a right angle, one at a left angle, and then two directly centered over her clit. The area was a bloody mess after four strikes, but what came next would be worse.

  He pulled a small case from his pocket, opened it to show the needles, and then lifted her clit hood up and away from her clit. Using the needles as if he was sewing, he wove them in-out-in-out to connect the hood to the skin above it. It was quite a stretch to secure it, and doing so pulled her clit up, so it aimed towards her head.

  Her screams were continuous now, just from the pain of the needles.

  And fuck, but he was granite hard. In a perfect world, he’d disrobe and fuck her with the needles still holding everything up and open, but today wasn’t going to be perfect.

  It was damned near close, though.

  Two more strikes. Both centered on her naked clitoris.

  And he pounded harder than he’d done for any of the previous six strikes.

  When he finished, it was time to silence her.

  If he hadn’t needed to test her, to make sure she’d stay out of his head, he’d have done this next part before he started. Now, he needed to make sure she didn’t speak to Collosa telepathically. Or any other way.

  He angled a ring gag in and set it in place, and then snapped in the pieces that would make certain her fangs didn’t drop. Next, he lightly lubed a foot-long, fat dildo and pressed it into her mouth and down her throat. To keep her from using her sense of smell, he coated two cotton balls in a coconut and cinnamon oil mixture, and he stuffed one up each nostril. There was just enough cinnamon to keep her from using her sense of smell. It would burn a little, but not too much. Finally, heavy-duty earplugs.

  And then the part that would stop her from getting into their heads. A leather hood with a cut-out for her wide-open mouth was stretched around her head and attached under her jaw, to be certain it stayed put. This hood was lined inside with short little needles, and he pressed all over it to make certain they went into her scalp. Finally, he connected the TENS to the hood and turned it on. It was already set to the correct frequency.

  He took the needles out of her clit hood, and then rearranged her labia so most of the damage didn’t show. It still looked bad, but that couldn’t be helped.

  He walked to the wall, let the murphy bed down, removed the rope from around her waist, and gently transported her from the table to the bed. Her wrists and ankles were still bound. It wasn’t time to release her from that bondage yet.

  Next up was the call to Collosa. He stepped outside the room, closed the door, and used his phone to call him.

  “You ready for me?” Collosa asked.

  “A few points. First, vampires don’t need to breathe. Second, all I need you to do is fuck her good and hard. Third, I don’t want you to speak to her until I’ve cleared her for aftercare, which isn’t going to be anytime soon. Fourth, if you back off on fucking her, if it isn’t hard enough, I’ll put her on the fucking machine for four damned hours.”

  “Can I know what she did?”

  “We can’t have her bratting for the attention of punishment. The vampires will come and get her if I let her get away with it. You know it as well as I do.”

  “Yeah, I do. That was all you had to tell me. Didn’t have to make threats like you can force me to do shit.”

  “You aren’t going to like this, but it had to be done.”

  When the dildo came out of Kelsey’s throat, it was replaced with a cock even bigger than the dildo had been. Not as long, but fucking fatter.

  She was on her back, her head tilted upside down over the side of the bed, and a dick slammed into her, fucking her face. No air, no way to protect herself. Her clit fucking hurt, and the fact this made her horny made it hurt fucking worse.

  And then a gigantic warm cock slammed into her pussy, into her cervix, and a pubic bone slammed onto her pubic bone. Over her clit. Tears rolled from her eyes and her chest tried to gasp and sob, but her airways were clogged.

  She hadn’t even known someone else had come into the room.

  The human part of her wanted to struggle and panic despite the fact she no longer needed oxygen. The cock in her throat fucked her hard and fast, and the well-hung man at her pussy vigorously fucked her for all he was worth. She no longer felt the slight burn in her nostrils. Her clit, her entire pubic area hurt. She knew it was swollen, knew it’d probably made her a tighter fuck for whoever was fucking her — probably James, but she couldn’t smell or hear, and she didn’t dare reach out with her mind. She was effectively blind.

  And it went on and on. Her shoulders ached with the brutal thrusts of both men moving her around on the bed, her cervix was taking a beating, and her clit — her poor, abused clit.

  Her head was like a live piece of electricity, buzzing and stinging and burning until she thought she’d go crazy. She couldn’t feed on their lust, couldn’t look at brains to see who was there even if she didn’t go in, and couldn’t even try to telepath with James or Fabio. Were they home? Was this James, or was it someone else he’d brought in to fuck her? She had no way of knowing.

  Whoever was in her pussy came first, and Eunice — because he’d told her he was going to fuck her throat — came less than a minute later.

  The buzzing at her head stopped. The hood came off. The earplugs went away, and the cotton. She still couldn’t smell enough to be certain of who’d fucked her pussy, and she was aimed the wrong direction to see that part of the room.

  She heard the sounds of them putting things away, and then Eunice finally sa
id, “I won, motherfucker.”

  “So you did,” James answered. “Fuck but she was tight. Do I want to see what you did to her cunt?”

  “Probably not. She doesn’t get to see, either. Up to you whether to leave the ring gag in or not, but if she bites you when we’ve told her she can’t, it means she goes back to the coterie house and becomes low man on the totem pole there while she’s retrained to control herself.”

  “None of us wants to see that happen, but she won’t bite me if I tell her not to. It can come out.”

  “She has a lot of damage to heal, and she won’t get blood until she rises tomorrow. Aaron knows she won’t be in tonight. Later in the week, she’ll spend the day at Drake, so she can rise and get right to work, to make up for the night she was out.”

  “Kelsey,” Eunice said, his voice shifting from casual to he-who-must-be-obeyed, “when you can give me eight American exclamations I approve of, we’ll remove the rope. Eight Americanisms to use in place of fuck me dead, and your arms will be connected to thigh cuffs rather than behind your back, and your ankles will be connected to each other, but you’ll be more comfortable.”

  He removed the ring gag, and Kelsey ran her tongue around her mouth twice before she answered. Her mouth was too dry to speak, but she didn’t dare hesitate, so she pushed through and forced the words out.

  “First is fuck! Second is shit. Third is fuckin A. Fourth is jeezus. Fifth is fuck me. Sixth is what the everloving fuck? Seventh is...” She went through her mind, thinking back to the lessons with her speech coach. “Hell’s bells. Eighth is holy smokes, to be used when it isn’t appropriate to curse, Sir, or holy fuck, when it is.”

  “Bonus points for the last overrides the fact you used variations of fuck in four of them.”

  They put cuffs around her thighs first, and around each ankle as the rope was taken off. Her ankles were slowly moved down, so her hips and knees had time to adjust, and then were connected together. Her wrists were also moved down slowly before being clipped to her thighs.

  She thought this meant her punishment was finished, but when she felt Eunice pick her up, she knew that wasn’t the case. James would be handling her aftercare. She didn’t need to go into their heads to see that.

  The sounds of her daytime resting place door opening, and then the icy cold of the granite under her, told her she was going to be stored away for a while to think about her actions. Because of the way the inside lock had to be manipulated, there was no way to open it with her hands bound as they were.

  “Two hours, Kelsey, and then Collosa will retrieve you. He’ll have thirty minutes to prepare you to go out, and then you’re going to go for a drive in a real car. It’s time you graduated beyond video games.”

  22

  The convention wasn’t actually in progress yet, but Fabio was on site to keep the people setting it up safe, and to make sure nothing was hidden away that shouldn’t be. The vendors had to be out by nine, and he and the other Drake guards had everything locked up twenty minutes later. Two men would stay with it around the clock, but he wasn’t one of them.

  Eunice was eating pork rinds, drinking beer, and playing the latest Far Cry when Fabio arrived home. Collosa and Kelsey were gone, as was Collosa’s truck. It was what he expected, but something wasn’t right.

  “Something I should know about?”

  “Kelsey fucked up with an Aussie phrase, in a way that led me to believe she was bratting for the attention she’d get during punishment.”

  “Shit. Tell me you didn’t pull out the motherfucking tenderizer.”

  “I can’t do that without lying.”

  “Where are they?”

  “Driving. Collosa drove her to Drake, where they were supposed to get a company vehicle for her to use. One of the older ones, since she isn’t technically insured yet. Collosa is under orders that she can’t touch herself. She’ll be allowed to feed from him tomorrow evening, and if she needs more, she’ll be able to feed from you when you arrive home later. Punishment won’t officially end until she rises tomorrow.”

  Fabio plopped down on the sofa and rested his head against the back, his face aimed at the ceiling, his eyes closed. “Kind of glad I wasn’t here for it. How many times did you hit her?”

  “Eight.”

  That wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. A shapeshifter once bratted and got forty-nine. Something about seven times seven — he couldn’t remember the specifics, but it’d been an all-around bad scene.

  Still, eight probably meant Kelsey had taken two on her bare clit, with the hood up and out of the way.

  “She needs to be dominated,” Fabio said. “But she needs it gentle sometimes, too.”

  “I’ve heard the same from Collosa. I take it you’re still on board with playing good cop?”

  “It usually suits me best, so yes.”

  “You’ll need to reinforce how disappointed you are in her actions. Sympathy for how bad it hurts, but approval for the punishment I chose. Regret that she put herself into this mess.”

  “I know my role.”

  “Yes, but you’re starting to care for her.”

  No, he wasn’t starting to care for her. He was all the way there. No sense in arguing the details, though. “Yeah, but if we can’t properly dominate and manage her, she’ll go to the coterie house. Aaron and Nathan need her living here, where’s there’s less of a security risk for the things in her head. The vampires are going to see the big stuff, but hopefully not the day-to-day detailed shit they won’t think is important.”

  “Just so you remember that.”

  “I’m going to start pulling Christmas decorations down from the attic. Her packet says she likes decorating for holidays.”

  “She’s going to miss her family. First Christmas away from them.”

  Fabio sat up. “So we make her feel like she belongs here.” The vampires had faked her death the day after she’d left. Some homeless person, her size and coloring, and the minds of her family twisted so they saw Kelsey. No worries about DNA being taken because she’d had Kelsey’s ID on her when she died, and Kelsey’s family visibly identified her. She was dead to them now, and she hadn’t talked about it, but they all knew it had to be hard.

  Still, she’d known it was coming for years. She’d pulled away from them even more in recent months, preparing for it.

  Eunice paused and saved the game, and turned everything off. “I’ll help you bring the boxes down. We can store them in the second-floor hallway, and the pantry on the first floor. Probably best she doesn’t see them until we’re ready to get started.”

  23

  Kelsey worked a double two nights later, and came home to discover naked Christmas trees in the living room, the den, and in her downstairs suite.

  The living room tree reached nearly all the way to the cathedral ceiling, and it smelled wonderful. The other two were fake, but that was fine.

  And these men had boxes and boxes of decorations. There was tons of greenery for the staircase and the various mantles. Ribbons and bows, a mirrored skating rink with little skaters that moved around on it to music. Oh, and the most adorable little Christmas carousel with reindeer instead of horses.

  She’d resigned herself to the fact three men weren’t likely to want to go all-out for Christmas, and she was thrilled to discover all three enjoyed the season. Clearly, Eunice and Fabio enjoyed it more than Collosa, but he wasn’t a being a grinch, and it was possible he was just being laid back about it. Enjoying it in his usual Zen, nonchalant way.

  “We have Christmas breakfast here,” Fabio told her when she asked how they usually celebrated Christmas Day, “and then celebrate later with our Drake Security family. Aaron used to have a house big enough to host us all, but it was destroyed in the battle. He’s more private with his newly built home. Most of it’s underground, and only close friends have been invited to see the downstairs portions, so far. Last year, we had the party in the cafeteria of Drake Security. I understand we may be invited t
o Homewood this year.”

  “I’ve heard rumors of that,” Eunice said. “Halloween was up there — Pack, vampires, lions, Rolling Thunder, and a few other assorted smaller groups. I think they’re considering repeating it for Christmas.”

  Right, because with Marco and the Pack Alpha coming together, it made sense for them to bring their people together for celebrations.

  “Rolling Thunder?”

  “Local biker group. Started out as all werewolves, but they’ve added other supernaturals in the past couple of years. I’m not sure they’d be as powerful as they are if they weren’t so connected,” James told her.

  “Sometimes, power is about connections,” Fabio said. “They went head-to-head with The Abbott and came out mostly unscathed. Not many organizations could pull that off.”

  “Bikers?” Kelsey asked. “Against The Abbott?”

  “There’s an imperator crocodile in town, named Isaac,” Eunice said. “He’s part owner of The Billiard Club, and The Abbott owns, or rather owned, the other half. The crocodile is in charge during the day, the vampires at night. Abbott and Isaac are close. Isaac is in a poly group, and one of his partners is brother to the MC’s president’s wife. Let’s just say it’s never a good idea to piss off an imperator crocodile shifter. Even if the bikers couldn’t keep the president’s wife safe, her brother-in-law is one of the scariest motherfuckers around. That connection is good for more than immediate safety, though.”

  “The Dragon King’s wife, who happens to be the Swan Queen, is good friends with the Pres and VP of the bikers,” Fabio said. “But the ol’ladies, the women who belong to the bikers, played a possibly bigger role than their men when everything went to shit.”

  “The only reason the whole shitshow went away,” James told her, “is because the biker who originally caused all the problems agreed to a hell-night with the vampires. Granted, he might not have had to do so if the women hadn’t done what they did, but it got smoothed over because he let the vampires have him for a night, not because of politics.”