The Subbiest Sub of the Club
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“While none of you are pain sluts, this event will challenge your tolerance of pain,” Master Dominic said.
Three other Masters joined Master Taurus and Mistress Jenna onstage. None of them had a connection with the submissives still participating in the games, so there would be no favoritism. The five dominants each took a submissive. Jane did not know who hers was, except that he was big and bearlike. Though she had gotten through Master Brand’s flogger and paddle session the week before, she was not sure she would be able to tolerate the pain this dominant could dish out.
“I am Master Dane, girl,” the man said softly as he wrapped one hand around the back of her neck. “And I’m looking forward to making you dance.”
After pushing her forward to the St. Andrew’s cross, he lifted her arms one at a time and attached them to the cross. Once she was secure, he stepped around and lifted her chin so she was looking at him. “I’m going to hurt you, but I will try not to bruise you, or cut you, or leave any lasting marks. I do not want you to try to endure more than you are capable of. Safe word is ‘red.’ Understand?”
“Yes, Master Dane,” Jane replied softly, even as she felt herself sliding free of her bonds.
* * * *
Colt watched as the big dominant clipped Jane’s wrist cuffs to the St. Andrew’s cross. Looking over his girl, he could see from where he stood that she was tense. When Colt walked away, his girl took a deep breath. After holding it for several seconds, she released it, and the tension flowed out of her.
The next fifteen minutes were torture for Colt as his girl got flogged, and then paddled. The five dominants were now gathered with Master Dominic, and each accepted a cane from the club owner. They exchanged a few more words, and then the dominants went back to their submissives.
As the five dominants raised their canes in preparation for the first strike, the large female submissive on the end started twisting in her chains and screamed, “Red!”
“There’s one,” Master Dominic said to the crowd as the man who had been working her over released her from the chains and held her until her own Master could join them. He hugged and kissed her head before picking her up and carrying her off the stage.
The other four submissives took a breath and the canes flew.
“Red!” the man in the other St. Andrew’s cross screamed out just before he burst into tears.
“And there’s two,” Master Dominic said with a chuckle. “And that leaves our three finalists. Dominants, please come claim your subbies.”
Colt hurried up the steps and across the stage. By the time he reached them, Dane had released Jane from the cross and was hugging her and telling her how proud he was of her. A dark jealousy shot through Colt as he stepped up beside them.
“I’ll take it from here,” he said as he pulled Jane out of the bigger Dom’s arms and into his own.
Jane’s head dropped back as she turned to him. “Hi,” she said with a grin. “Did I win?”
“Yes, little girl, you won,” Colt returned with a smile.
“Goodie,” she said, sounding drunk. “Do I get a good-girl scene now?”
Colt nodded and leaned down. “Just as soon as we get you some water and maybe get you back in your body, sweetheart.”
“Okay, cool. Let’s go.” Jane grabbed his hand and stepped back. Problem was, her body was not cooperating with her mind, and she stumbled and tripped over her own feet.
Before she could hit the floor, Colt stepped in and swept her up into his arms. She looked at him and smiled before dropping her head on his shoulder and completely relaxing into his hold.
“She’s flying high, isn’t she?” Master Dane asked with a chuckle.
“Yeah, she is,” Colt followed Dane across the stage and down onto the main floor.
While Dane went off to join his two slaves, Colt headed to the bar. He grabbed two bottles of water from the cooler on the end of the bar before continuing on to the corner where they’d had their first scene three weeks before.
Once there, he settled on the couch, opened one bottle of water, and held it to Jane’s lips. “Drink, little one. Let’s get you rehydrated so we can talk and maybe play a little more.”
He was happy to see Jane drink deeply from the bottle. When she finished half of it, he took it and set it on the table beside them. Then he shifted and cuddled her closer, content to just hold her for the moment, even as his cock twitched with interest of what would come once she was recovered.
Chapter Twelve
Jane drifted, happy and content to simply be in Master Colt’s lap. She heard people come and go, but paid them no attention. Her total focus was on the man wrapped around her, holding her close. His chest rising and falling under her cheek, the strong, steady thump of the heart under her ear, the scent of his body and cologne—a deep, dark, spicy scent that was so sexy she wanted to roll in it and spread it all over her body.
It took a few minutes before her brain and body finally came back together like puzzle pieces snapping into place. Opening her eyes, she glanced around to figure out exactly where they were. Then she looked up at her master for the evening.
Licking her lips in what she hoped was a suggestive manner, she smiled. “Hi.”
“Hello there. How are you feeling?”
“Relaxed, loose, horny,” she answered honestly after taking a second to think about her answer.
Colt studied her expression for a moment before continuing his inquiry. “Want to stay here and cuddle? Or go upstairs and get kinky?”
“Can we go upstairs, cuddle, and then get kinky please, Sir?”
Her heart flipped when Colt’s smile expanded to include his entire face. He hugged her and palmed one breast before saying, “Now that sounds like a plan I can work with.”
“Yippee,” she cheered softly, returning his smile with a sassy grin of her own.
Colt helped her stand, then rose. She took a moment to straighten the lace straps she wore before giving him her hands when he asked for them. After clipping her wrists together, he dropped an arm over her shoulders and pulled her close to his side. She willingly strolled with him to the bar and waited silently while he accepted a key from the bartender.
Without talking, they headed upstairs together to the private rooms. The rooms were widely varied in design, and she had learned how easily a background could change a mood. She hoped for something soft and squishy, like the Arabian Nights room.
Once they reached the balcony, Colt’s arm dropped from her shoulders, stroking down her back to settle in the curve just above her ass. A moment later, he cupped one ass cheek with his fingers spread wide over the flesh.
She smiled and wiggled her ass as he massaged the skin.
Master Colt checked the key before going to the next door down the balcony. He opened it with the key, then urged her inside, following a step behind. He flicked on the light then closed and locked the door.
“Now, little girl, get naked and hang up your girlkini. Then come and help Daddy undress.”
“Yes, Sir.”
As soon as she hung the skimpy lace outfit on one of the hooks by the door, she went to him and knelt. After untying his boots and pulling them and his socks off, she turned her attention to his belt.
She smiled when she saw he had gone commando under his cargo pants. Once he had stepped out of them, she rose again. He shrugged out of his vest and handed it to her, as well. As she held his clothes, he reached into one of the leg pockets and pulled out several things. He then nodded, giving her permission to put his clothes away. She carried them to the hooks, hung up his vest and pants, and laid his socks over his boots underneath.
Once finished, she hesitated. What was she supposed to do now?
“Come here, little girl,” Master Colt said.
She turned and walked to him. When she stood directly in front of him, he laid his hands on her shoulders. “Turn off that brain of yours. Do as Daddy says, and you won’t end up over my lap getting a spanking.”
“Okay, Daddy,” Jane said with a grin. “I’ll be a good girl.”
“Come sit with me and we can talk about your new job,” he said.
He took her hand and guided her to the big leather chair in one corner of the room, beside it sat a large armoire. In the opposite corner sat a double bed with what looked like a handmade quilt covering it that went perfectly with the curtains along the back wall. It could have been a bedroom in any home in America.
Sitting in the chair, he maneuvered her onto his lap, situating her so she faced him with her legs straddling his. Then he pulled her lower body close enough that the base of his hard cock was pressed against her clit.
She was so horny her hips began to shift, stroking her up and down the underside of his cock. Feeling feisty and wanting to play into the Daddy/little girl game, she said, “Daddy, can I sit on this?” She reached between them and stroked two fingertips up his shaft.
“Not yet, little girl. Right now, I want you to tell me about your new job.”
She told him about her week, her new job, and the raise she had been given that afternoon. Her words slowed when he began to play with her breasts and tweak her nipples. She stopped talking completely when he began to suckle at her left breast. Then he turned his attention to the right one.
She gave a whining moan before saying, “Please, Daddy, let me sit on you. I feel so empty.”
Colt released her nipple and laid his head back against the chair as he began to massage her thigh muscles. “Not yet, little one. First, I’m going to put your new toy in and stretch that pretty little asshole out a little more. Then this week, you’ll wear it an hour every night. Next Friday, we’re all going to be here, and hoping you’ll be interested in taking us all on at once.”
Jane couldn’t suppress her moan of need. Instead of responding, she climbed off the chair and laid herself across his thighs. Once she was balanced, she reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart.
“You are such a good girl,” Master Colt said as he rubbed one hand up and down her spine.
Jane tried not to flinch as cold lube was drizzled over her hole. A minute later, a warm finger began to rub it in, gently pressing through the muscle to spread the lube into her body. She arched her back, wanting—no, needing—more.
A moment later, the finger in her ass disappeared and a blunt tip pushed through the ring. It was bigger than the one she had worn last week during the contest, and it pinched and burned slightly as it got bigger and bigger before it grew slender. She did not breathe easy until the base was pressed against the skin around her hole.
“Okay, little girl, come up here and I’ll let you ride my cock now.”
Her pussy clenching with every movement, Jane pushed herself up and climbed back into the chair so she once again straddled Colt’s lap. He held his cock up and fit it to her pussy entrance. With her gaze locked onto his, she slid down his length, moaning her need the entire time.
“Damn, you’re tight,” Colt groaned out as he took hold of her hips and began to guide her up and down his shaft. “Feels so damn good.”
She rode him, on the edge of release as his cock and the plug filled her more than she had ever been before. It only took a few up-and-down strokes before she felt herself tripping on the edge of orgasm.
“Open your eyes, little one.” Colt’s voice was deep and dark and tight.
Not sure when they had closed, Jane forced her eyelids up and looked into eyes filled with the same passion that burned deep in her own belly. In the next moment, feeling his cock as it swelled within her, pressing even harder against the walls of her pussy, sent her flying over the edge.
She screamed as her orgasm balled up in her belly and then exploded out through every nerve, every muscle, every tendon until every fiber of her was vibrating with her release. Colt’s grip on her hips tightened, and he held her suspended as his hips began to fuck up into her body. A half-dozen strokes later and he roared as he came, filling the condom that separated them.
Colt wrapped his arms around her and cuddled her close as they recovered. Before she was ready or able to move, Colt carried her to the bathroom, where he removed the plug and cleaned them both up. Once he finished, he helped her pull her lace costume back on, and quickly dressed himself.
Before they left the room, he pulled her into his arms once again. “I’m falling in love with you,” he whispered as he hugged her tight.
* * * *
Holding his breath after he had admitted his growing love, Colt waited, hoping she wouldn’t slam his heart into the ground.
“I love you too. You and Brand and Zac,” she whispered in return.
His breath released in a rush as his heart filled. “Well, that works out because I know they’re falling in love with you too. And next Friday we’ll all be together. Afterward, we’ll take you home with us and spend the whole weekend proving that we’re meant to be together.”
He brushed a kiss on her temple and hugged her tight. “Let’s go have a beer, and then I’ll take you home because I know you’ve got to work in the morning.”
Jane pulled back and looked up at him. “Sounds like a plan to me,” she said with a grin.
It took a moment for his brain to catch up with his body once they returned to the main floor of the club. His brain was still upstairs in the quiet of the private room, holding their woman close. But he had to admit, it also felt good holding Jane’s hand as they wandered the club, stopping here and there to watch a scene or catch up with some of the other members. When they went to the bar, he lifted her onto a stool and then ordered them each a beer.
They sipped the drinks, they talked to others around them, and he had to smile when several dominants came up and asked Jane where she had gotten her costume. When she admitted to making it herself, they inquired as to whether she would be interested in making them one.
By the time their beers were finished, she had orders for six outfits. Someone produced a tape measure from somewhere, and Colt found himself making notes of colors and measurements as Jane measured the submissives.
Finally, they were alone again.
“I’m so proud for you,” he said as he set both beer bottles onto the bar. Wrapping both arms around her, he hugged her tight. “But I don’t think you’re charging nearly enough for your work.”
“It’s my work, and I’ll charge what I want,” she said with a sassy grin.
Colt chuckled as he swatted her bare ass. “Watch your tone, missy, or you’ll be getting a spanking and not loving next week.”
When she just grinned up at him, he grinned back. Without another word, he led her toward the lobby and her clothes.
Chapter Thirteen
SUBJECT: Voting for The Subbiest Sub of the Club
MESSAGE: You have been to the club for the three nights of our Submissive Games, and therefore are encouraged to vote for the submissive you feel is worthy of the title of The Subbiest Sub of the Club. Please respond to this email with your vote by Wednesday at noon. Votes received after that will not be counted.
The three finalists are:
Jane Hayes
Antony Ryan
Stacy Wilson
Please vote based on their performance during the games only.
I look forward to hearing from you,
Master Dominic
Jane smiled as she read the email from the club Sunday afternoon. She quickly hit the reply button, voted for herself, and then hit the Send button. She was surprised that she was given the chance to vote, but, after all, she had been at the club those nights.
Once she finished, she opened the group chat her men had set up and sent a quick text, encouraging her men to check their email accounts for the message from Master Dominic.
It was three hours before they each responded with “voted for our favorite subbie.”
* * * *
By the time they walked into the club Friday evening, Brand was ready to say screw the contest, forget spending the evening at th
e club, fuck everything and everyone who might get between him and their woman. Well, except the men who followed him through the velvet curtain into the main room of the club. But they would be by his side every step of the way as they dragged Jane from the club and headed home.
Brand scanned the room, but did not see their brown-haired beauty. The curtains were once again drawn across the stage, and he could only imagine what was hidden behind them. He followed his battle brothers to the bar, then ordered a soda when the bartender stepped in front of him. Alcohol would wait until later, after the announcement of the game’s winner, and the three-on-one scene they had spent most of the week planning.
When Jackson set the glass on the bar in front of him, Brand asked, “Have you seen Jane yet tonight?”
“Yes,” Jackson said. “She and the other finalists are preparing for the announcement.”
Brand nodded, then said, “We need a room for after the announcement. Doesn’t have to be fancy, but needs a big bed, and a good stash of condoms.”
Jackson smiled and nodded. “I’ll save the mirror room for you.”
“Thanks.”
Brand picked up his drink and headed toward the stage. It took a few minutes to weave his way through the crowd. Though he wasn’t sure Jane won, just because Antony had been around since the club’s opening and knew everyone, he still wanted to be close by. He wasn’t surprised when Zac and Colt joined him.
Looking at his best friends, Brand could see they were as nervous for Jane as he was. It felt strange to be this invested in someone else’s happiness, but this was Jane, the woman they had all come to love over the last weeks, even if they hadn’t been able to spend that much time with her.
He was beginning to understand why his grandparents had met, fallen in love, and married in less than six months. The fact that they were together for nearly seventy years until his grandmother died gave him hope that instant attraction they felt could turn into a long-lasting relationship.