“Kneel here, cupcake, while I get the station ready.”
Another eyeroll. He knew he should admonish her; they weren’t concealed in a dark corner anymore. But he couldn’t be as strict on her as he knew other Doms would be. He shook his head at her. She knelt and gave him a sorry look. His baby wasn’t a brat. Much as she loved a spanking, she wouldn’t deliberately disobey him to get one. Because she knew all she had to do was ask and he’d give her whatever she needed.
“Find your position, kitten,” he told her. He’d given her the nickname years ago, because of how much she loved to curl up on his lap.
She spread her legs, which made her short skirt ride up her thighs. All she wore underneath was a tiny G-string, which was also black. Maybe he should start going with her when she bought her clothes. Hmm, that could be fun.
Her hands went behind her back, thrusting her breasts out. Her heavy globes pushed against the corset, almost begging him to free them. He stepped forward and ran his finger across the top of her breasts. “These shouldn’t be hidden away.”
A hint of wariness filled her eyes. He knew she wasn’t ready to bare them. Not yet.
He slipped his finger under the corset and ran it over her nipple. She gasped, biting down on her lip as she looked up at him with arousal-filled eyes.
“My baby is turned on, isn’t she? Was it watching everyone else play? Or is it because you know you’re going to get your bottom spanked?”
“It’s you, Sir,” she whispered.
He raised his eyebrows, delight filling him. “Is that so?”
She licked her lips. “I love you, Julian.”
He felt lighter, yet stronger, in that moment. He pulled his finger out of her corset and gently grasped her chin, leaning in to kiss her.
“And I fucking adore you. Now, stop trying to distract me.” He winked at her to let her know he wasn’t serious. She smiled back.
He studied the spanking bench. They’d used this one before in training and he knew there was a slot underneath, ah yes, there it was. He grabbed his Hitachi wand from out of his play bag and set it in the slot. Once he got his girl into the right position it would settle directly against her clit.
Reaching into his bag again, he drew out a lightweight paddle and held it up as though inspecting it. He was doing it to build her anticipation. And his own. Not that his needed much more building. Christ, he was already hard as a rock.
He placed the paddle back on top of the bag then he turned back to his wife, his love. She was his everything. He was the luckiest guy on earth. He was glad she’d been brave enough to go on this journey with him.
He walked over to Keira, standing in front of her, taking in her submissive pose. A feeling of rightness slipped over him. He pushed back any doubts. He was enough for her. She was all he needed.
Together, they were a team. Forever.
“Come, kitten.”
She slipped her hand into his, her trust absolute. He helped her stand, holding her steady as she swayed slightly. “You okay, Keira?”
She gave him a nervous smile. “Just a little light-headed with anticipation, Sir.”
“You should have eaten more before coming here.” He clasped her chin, saw her shiver of pleasure. “Do I need to get stricter with you?”
Her eyes widened, but it was with anticipation not irritation or anger. Interesting. They’d both agreed that this dynamic was only for the bedroom and the club. Outside of that, he wouldn’t top her. However, if it’s what she wanted . . . needed, he’d find a way to give her that.
“No, Sir. I promise I’ll eat more next time. I was just nervous.”
He couldn’t blame her for that. But he didn’t want her playing if she was feeling light-headed or hungry.
“I’m fine, Julian,” she whispered to him, squeezing his hand. “Promise. Just stood up too quickly. It’s not like I can’t afford a few missed meals.”
A few? He frowned down at her. He hated when she put herself down. You can do something about that. You’re in charge right now.
The reminder had him raising an eyebrow. “No putting yourself down, kitten. That’s going to be fifteen with the paddle.”
Her eyes widened as she gaped up at him. “What? Seriously?”
“Hmm, I’d make it at least twenty with that attitude,” a dark voice drawled behind him.
A shiver went up Julian’s spine. Joel Saxon wasn’t for him. He wished at times he felt for the other Dom what he felt for his brother. But life wasn’t that simple. However, that wasn’t to say his voice didn’t have an effect on Julian. He was pure sex and sin. He’d defy most people not to be affected by the man’s deep voice and dark good looks. He looked a lot like his half-brother, however, Joel wasn’t repressed. While he had a mysterious vibe, he was much freer with his emotions, Cole buried things deeply.
“What?” he asked, feeling out of his depth.
Keira called Joel an uber-Dom, and he got it. He was the sort of dominant you could only aspire to be and still feel like you were falling short. The man was confident, smart and had a ruthless edge that told you he wasn’t afraid to take down anyone or anything in his path if he had to.
He felt Keira slide up next to him and put her hand in his. Gazing down, he saw the frown on her face. Uh-oh. Keira was a total sweetheart. A pleaser. She liked to keep the peace—unless she thought someone she loved was in danger or being harassed or insulted.
Then the kitten became a tigress. And judging by the look on her face, she was about to unleash her claws on Saxon.
Joel studied her for a moment. “Don’t let her top from the bottom. Earning punishment and then trying to negotiate the terms or wriggle her way out of discipline is her trying to control the situation. She’s not in control.”
“Hey, that’s not—”
“Kitten, you weren’t given permission to speak,” he told her sternly.
She turned her wide-eyed gaze to his, a tiny hint of betrayal in there. It had been the two of them against the world for so long, she had to know he always had her back. But Saxon was right. She was trying to top from the bottom. She might not realize it herself. She’d always had a bit of blind spot when it came to her weight and appearance.
She gulped and understanding filled her face. She glanced up at Saxon as red flooded her cheeks. Poor sweetheart, she’d finally realized what she’d done and he knew she felt truly remorseful.
“Ah, there’s the sweet little subbie I met in the training sessions,” Saxon said, his voice lightening.
“Sorry, Sir,” she said to Julian.
He nodded at the bench. “Go climb on the spanking bench. You’re owed fifteen for putting yourself down and ten for trying to top from the bottom.” And she wouldn’t find the experience as pleasant as she might have hoped. She’d only ever had short, light, pleasurable sessions. This first punishment spanking was going to be hard on them both.
He moved to the bench after she’d climbed on and secured her wrists and ankles in the attached cuffs. Her forearms were resting on two wooden arm rests, her knees bent, her lower legs resting on two more leather-covered slats. Her ass was hanging over the edge of the bench.
He was aware of Saxon watching them but he felt more reassured than annoyed. After all, he was new to this. He trusted Joel. Any guidance was appreciated. He ran his fingers around the inside of the cuffs, checking they weren’t too tight. Saxon gave him an encouraging nod.
He crouched down by Keira’s face. She had it turned, her cheek resting against the padded top of the bench.
“All right, kitten?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir.” Her eyes already had a dreamy look. His girl loved being bound. He tucked some strands of her hair that had come loose behind her ear.
“What’s your safeword?”
“Red, Sir.” She’d decided on something simple and easy to remember.
“Use it if you need to, all right?” He wasn’t too worried. They were so in sync sometimes it almost felt like they were on
e person. There was nothing they kept from each other. If Keira needed their play to stop, she’d let him know.
“Yes, Sir.”
He traced a finger down her cheek. “You are so beautiful. I hate when you put yourself down, kitten, because you are everything to me. Without you, my world would be forever gray. I wish you could see what I see when I look at you. Someone kind, sweet and so beautiful that my breath stops every time I see you. Whenever you walk into the room it’s like my life starts all over again.”
She blinked, her eyes now glassy. “I’m sorry, Sir. I-I’ll try to see me the way you do.”
He smiled at her. “Good. And maybe this will help you remember.” He stood and ran his fingers along the top of her shoulders then he moved them slowly down her corset to where her short skirt had ridden up.
He slowly raised her skirt up over her ass. She made a quiet, whimpering noise. He knew she wasn’t eager to be naked in public. He was the only one who’d ever seen her without clothes, and for the longest time she’d only undress when the lights were off. So, this was a huge deal.
He was barely aware of Saxon still standing there until he spoke up. “That’s a very beautiful sub, you have, Master Julian.”
Keira stiffened then groaned as he started massaging the pale cheeks of her ass. “Isn’t she? So beautiful. I wish she could see it.”
“I’m sure you’ll help her to,” Saxon said with confidence.
He hadn’t managed it yet. But maybe. There was a time he never would have dreamed she’d let him tie her up and bare her ass. He gave her right cheek a hard smack, then rubbed the spot gently. She moaned. He did the same to the left cheek. Then back again.
“This is the spanking you would have gotten, kitten,” he told her in a low drawl. “Only you were naughty, weren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.” She whimpered as he delivered another smack. Then rubbed the mark.
He slid her G-string down over her ass. He felt her stiffen and gasp.
“Julian? Sir?”
“Easy, kitten. You’re beautiful. All of you. There’s nothing for you to be ashamed of.”
He knew she’d been brought up to feel ashamed of her body, and her needs. Of anything sexual. Years of conditioning were difficult to unravel. But he was there to help her. He rubbed her bottom soothingly.
He glanced over at Saxon. “Don’t you agree, Master Saxon, that my sub has a pretty pussy?”
“Simply gorgeous. Plump and delicious. You’re a lucky man, Master Julian.”
His words had the desired effect. Even though Keira had grown red with embarrassment, her body had relaxed. He reached under her and adjusted the Hitachi wand so it was just below her clit.
He switched it on and she gave a low groan. Her breath grew faster as he gave her another smack with his hand against her round cheeks. Fuck. That looked so delicious. He slapped his hand down several times until her entire ass was pink.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” She wiggled on the bench. And he knew she was trying to find that spot that would send her flying. He reached under and turned the wand off.
“Ohhh, nooo,” she groaned.
“Kitten, do you really think you deserve to come when you’re being punished?”
She shuddered, let out a sobbing breath. “B-but you spanked me.”
He snorted. “We both know that wasn’t punishment. Your pussy is glistening. If I gave your clit a few flicks right now, you’d go off. But you aren’t coming tonight without my permission, little kitten.”
She made mewling noise.
“Poor kitten.” He cupped her mound. “So hot. So in need. If you hadn’t been naughty, you’d already be coming.”
She let out another cry as he pumped his finger in and out of her tight passage. His cock was hard. He needed to be inside her desperately.
He added another finger and she arched up as far as she could, trying to take more of him.
“Be still,” he ordered, pulling his fingers free to give her ass another couple of taps. He walked over to grab the paddle. It would sting, but it was a good one for beginners. Or that’s what Master James had told them when he’d held a session on paddles, whips, and other toys. It had been a very enlightening lesson. And Keira hadn’t even been able to wait until she got home to slake her need for him. He’d had to pull over into a quiet parking lot and bring her to orgasm with his fingers.
Of course, she’d returned the favor when they’d gotten home, by sucking him off as soon as they were in the door.
Fuck, he couldn’t think about that right now or he was going to embarrass himself.
Saxon gave him a minute nod. “You seem to have this well under control, Master Julian.”
He tried not to look too pleased at the other man’s praise.
“If you ever want me to find someone to top you, though, please let me know.”
“Top me? I don’t want to be topped.” He frowned at the other man.
Saxon just gave him a look. Julian swallowed but decided to ignore that voice inside him that called him a liar.
He turned back to his kitten, right as he heard a furious roar rock through the club.
“What the fuck is he doing here?” Joel snapped, turning away from Julian.
He stepped to the side, to look around Joel and froze in shock.
What the hell?
2
“Julian? What’s going on?” Keira asked.
Immediately, guilt and anger filled him. Shit, his first duty was to Keira, always. And right now, she was tied up, vulnerable and unable to see Cole Saxon bearing down on them. His gorgeous, normally cold and calm face was filled with a fury, unlike anything Julian had ever witnessed before.
“It’s okay, kitten,” he soothed, putting the paddle back and moving over to her. He had a feeling their play was at an end for the night. He hastily drew her panties up. Then grabbed her skirt and pulled it over her ass, wanting her to feel covered as Cole drew closer.
Joel stepped forward, blocking his path. “What are you doing here, Cole? I didn’t think this was your scene?”
“I don’t have to come to some club and fuck in public in order to get off,” Cole sneered at him.
“You know where the door is,” Joel spat at him. “Fucking leave. And don’t come back.”
It was the most rattled Julian had ever seen Joel. Not that he knew the other man well.
“Oh, don’t worry. I have no plans of ever returning. So long as you fucking promise never to pull them into your sick games again.”
Julian froze. He was here for them? Why?
“Keira and Julian are here because they want to be. They recognize their needs. Too bad you’re in denial over yours.”
“Do not fuck with me right now, Joel.”
By now Julian had both of Keira’s ankles free and had moved to her wrists. But his attention kept flicking back to the brothers and he gasped as Cole grabbed Joel’s shirt, gathering it tightly in his hands.
“Julian? Is that Cole?” Keira asked him, her eyes searching his face frantically. She tried to turn but her wrists were still caught. If she kept pulling, she’d hurt herself.
“Yes, baby, it is. Just stay still, let me get you out of there.”
Around them, people had stopped all play to watch the drama unfolding. God, Cole was going to hate this when he realized he had an audience. Julian knew how much he liked his privacy.
“Let me go, Cole. Now!”
“Gladly!” Cole shoved him back as a number of other Doms stormed closer, ready to back Joel up.
Julian was grateful. Even though he was bigger than both of them, he had no desire to get between them. No desire to choose. Because he didn’t want to side against Cole, not when he felt so drawn to the man. But he was in the wrong, and Joel had been nothing but good to them.
By now he had Keira free and was helping her off the bench.
“What the fuck were you thinking, bringing them into your depravity?” Cole roared at Joel. “You fucking sick, perverted ass
hole.”
Joel’s face remained calm but there was a fury brewing beneath the surface. Keira gasped as she saw Cole. He looked completely unlike the composed, cold man they worked for. His hair stood up on end, he’d discarded his suit jacket and his shirt was half-untucked.
“Leave. Now. Or I’ll have my men make you leave.”
Cole scoffed. “Not man enough to do it yourself, little brother?”
Joel took a step towards his brother. Julian knew their relationship had been strained for a while. There were plenty of gossips at work only too eager to tell everything they knew about the two handsome brothers who hated each other.
Julian tensed. What would he do if someone laid a hand on Cole? His entire being screamed at him to protect the other man. Cole might be more dominant, but Julian was bigger. He knew how to protect his own.
Cole isn’t yours.
“Don’t fight! Please!” Keira called out. She was shaking as she leaned against him. He wrapped his arm around her.
Screw Cole. If he wanted to storm in here and make a scene, then why should Julian care? If he considered his own brother depraved for his desires, then he must think that about them as well. Or did he seriously think Joel had somehow tricked them into being there tonight? That he was some sort of bad influence on them?
They weren’t fucking children. They were capable of making their own decisions.
Cole’s gaze moved to Keira and softened. “Keira. Julian. Grab your stuff. I’m taking you out of here.”
“Keira and Master Julian are going nowhere,” Joel stated.
Julian frowned. Okay, now he felt like a pawn in their game. He didn’t like that either.
Joel turned to them. “Unless they wish to.”
“I think we should go home,” Julian said, staring between them both. There was no way either of them could get any joy from playing now.
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