She smiled like a drunk woman as her response set the men to laughing. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to happily drift on the aftereffects of the first real orgasm she had had in more than three years.
Chapter Eight
Annie had stopped trembling in his arms by the time Dominic approached the corner of the room they had claimed as their own. Though Silver’s focus had been on the woman in his arms, he was peripherally aware that the tour group had made their way around the room, stopping at every station for a short time before going upstairs to visit the private rooms on the second floor. The newbies now had a better understanding of the club’s layout and facilities than he did. But he would change that the next time they visited.
And he was certain there would be a next time.
Annie’s reactions to their simple, easy scene just now had sealed her fate. Though they had not had the discussion he wanted, her very positive physical reaction to their touch was more than he’d expected. Unless she decided otherwise, starting tomorrow, they would begin working toward making the three of them a family.
For now, his boy needed a long overdue punishment.
Brushing Annie’s hair back from her face, he jiggled her enough to get her attention. “Baby girl?”
He smiled as Annie blinked and looked up at him. Her pretty green eyes slowly came into focus. “Hi.”
“Hi there. Welcome back,” he said, his grin growing. “Do you think you can stand? It’s time for me to beat on my boy.”
Her relaxed, happy expression slipped away, and guilty concern replaced it. “I’m sorry. I’ll be fine right here if you want to go ahead with your demonstration.”
Her dismissal wiped the smile off Silver’s face. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. And no, we are not leaving you alone. You belong to us now, and as such, you will be coming with us. I just need to know if you can walk across the room, or if I should have boy carry you?”
Annie blinked, looking a little owlish, but so innocently sweet that Silver wanted to take her somewhere private and just cuddle with her for the rest of the night. “I can walk, Sir.”
“Uh-huh, sure you can. Boy, get our bag and a couple of towels. Then get a couple bottles of water from the bar and meet us at the St. Andrew’s cross in the middle of that wall. Once you get there, prepare yourself.”
Without a word, Max nodded and walked away. Silver then turned his attention to the stubborn woman sitting in his lap. “I’m going to help you stand up, and you will tell me if you’re still feeling wobbly. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” Annie said.
He helped her to her feet, holding her hips once she was up. She wobbled and swayed like a drunken soldier, but her knees held. Pushing to his feet, Silver wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her in so she leaned into him. Then they slowly crossed to the bar.
He accepted a bottle of water from Jackson with a nod of thanks. Opening it, he placed it in Annie’s free hand. “I’m sorry I didn’t think about you needing this before. Drink up, baby girl, then we’ll go make boy dance for the newbies.”
Once Annie practically inhaled the water, Silver checked her again, pleased to see she was well on her way to recovery. She set the bottle on the table, then smiled up at him. “Thank you, Sir. I feel much better.”
Silver nodded his agreement, but once again pulled her against his side. Though several inches shorter than Max, who fit beside him perfectly, she fit his side just as well.
“You will kneel on the right side of the station. You will speak to no one and your eyes will remain on me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” Annie answered quietly, her tone properly submissive.
Silver guided her around the edge of the crowd that was watching as Max finished securing thick, black leather cuffs to his ankles and wrists. He laid a folded blanket on the floor where he wanted his girl to be, then watched as she gracefully knelt and shifted into a kneeling slave position without hesitation.
When she put her arms behind her back, each hand holding the other forearm at her waist, he instructed, “Palms on your thighs.”
She corrected her posture to the one he preferred, then tilted her head to look up at him. With a smile, he ran a hand over her hair. “Good girl.”
She smiled and took a deep breath, her shoulders dropping as she relaxed into the pose.
“Are you cold?” he asked, not wanting her to be uncomfortable while he focused on Max.
“No, Sir. I’m fine.”
Grabbing another blanket from the stack behind her, he dropped it next to her. “If you get cold, you may wrap up in this. Otherwise, I want you to stay here and behave.”
Annie grinned up at him. “Yes, Sir.”
Her relaxed, contented smile had his erect cock twitching with his own need.
Once their evening at the club was over, they would escort her home. Then, if he could not talk Annie into spending the night with them, he and Max would return to their hotel. Max would then be in for a long night, which would leave him walking funny.
Taking a deep breath to center himself, Silver turned his attention to where Max stood with his back to the St. Andrew’s cross in a perfect military at-ease position. His boy wore only a black jockstrap with the cuffs on his wrists and ankles. The jock barely contained his erection, but because of the innocence of their audience, he would not demand the man lose it as he normally would.
Max looked excited and eager to begin. That did not surprise Silver, either. It had been nearly a month since they had been able to have a full session with flogger, cane, and more. Hotel rooms were not conducive for the kind of session Max was needing.
Forcing down his own excitement, Silver stepped in. Sliding a hand around the back of Max’s neck, he pulled the man’s forehead down to rest on his shoulder before speaking in a low voice so only he could hear him. “I’m going to beat on you, boy. It won’t be as hard or long as you need, but it will be enough to take the edge off and give a show to these newbies. I also won’t take you as deep as normal because I need you to be able to ride back to the hotel when we’re done. Understand?”
Max nodded against his shoulder. “Whatever my Master wishes,” he murmured, his words already softening around their edges.
Max was the perfect slave. It did not take much to get him sliding into subspace, into that place where his big, overactive brain turned off and he was able to fully relax and just exist. Just putting on his cuffs and stripping off his shorts had sent him hovering at the edge. Silver would have to take care not to send him too deep, else he would have to ask Annie to give the man a ride to the hotel.
“All right, boy. Let’s do this,” Silver said, his voice growing growly as his dominant side came out.
He needed to give Max the punishment he needed nearly as much as the other man needed to receive it. Once his boy turned to face the cross, Silver attached his cuffs to the cross, high enough to keep the man still, but not so high the man could not stand comfortably flat-footed.
Instead of grabbing a flogger and immediately starting the scene, Silver decided to drive his boy’s arousal up another notch or two. He wanted him begging before he ended the scene. Going to his toy bag, Silver pulled out a cock ring, a tube of lube, and the butt plug Max often wore for punishment. He laid them on the small table with his instruments of pain along with several condoms.
Rolling the table with the toys closer to his boy, he glanced toward Dominic. The man smiled his approval and nodded before turning to the crowd of silent prospective members.
After a check on Annie, who remained still and watchful, Silver tuned out the rest of the world. Until his boy called red, or they finished the scene, his sole focus would be on the man he loved more than anything else in the world.
Picking up the cock ring, he stepped up behind Max and pushed his pelvis against the man’s ass. Pulling the jock down, he noted the material was already damp with Max’s pre-cum. Once the fabric was out of his way, Silver rolled a
condom down his erection before securing the ring around his boy’s cock and balls.
“Just to make sure you don’t mess yourself any more than you already have,” he whispered in Max’s ear as he pulled the jock back into place.
Max moaned and arched his back, which pushed his ass more firmly into Silver’s erection. Silver stepped back and smacked the tethered man’s right ass cheek. That earned him another moan as Max shivered in his bonds. His boy then shifted his feet further apart before arching his back, his action silently begging for more.
Silver lubed the plug, and after swiping his slick-covered finger over Max’s puckered star, he pushed the plug through his back hole. Though ever observant, Silver did not take too much time playing. Instead he fucked the plug in and out, pushing deeper with each thrust until the plug was fully seated inside his boy. Pressing on the end of the plug and forcing it a little deeper, he leaned in and asked, “Are you ready to dance, boy?”
He could only smile when Max trembled as he moaned, “Yes, Master.”
* * * *
It had been far too long since Max had been strung up, plugged, and beat on. Just knowing what was coming had him circling the black hole that led to subspace. Though he knew there were people watching, their murmurs and gasps barely registered as a flogger stroked him in a slow, steady manner. The flogger was thudded against his skin, the feeling more massaging than piercing.
After Silver warmed up his skin with single, slowly paced strikes, he began the faster, figure-eight rhythm. The strands of leather hit opposite sides of his body, once again working down his shoulders, back, ass and upper thighs before moving back up again. Silver was careful to avoid his midback and the organs there. After another trip down and back up, the flogging stopped.
“Where are we, boy?” Silver’s voice was louder than normal, obviously in deference to their audience.
“Green, Master,” Max responded automatically.
Though his voice sounded loud to his own ears, Silver slapped the center of his left ass cheek with a hard hand. “I can’t hear you, boy.”
He sounded so much like the drill sergeant he had in basic training, Max sucked a deep breath. This time he yelled out, “Green, Master.”
In the next moment, he jumped and yelped as a thick line of fire erupted across his ass. By the third stroke with the thick cane, the black hole of subspace sucked him in and closed around him. Once lost to the dark ether, he could not keep up as Silver worked his way through the various toys they had brought with them.
He continued floating, his arousal spiraled until his hips began to buck with a need to fuck something, or be fucked, and he was not particular which. He needed to come. He lost track of everything, his focus narrowed to only the pain in his ass and the pain in his cock and balls.
He began dancing in his bonds as he moaned when Silver slammed his ass with several harder strokes with the big, studded paddle. He barely settled when Silver stroked a big hand down his back as he murmured praises into Max’s ear.
“Please, Master. I need,” Max begged as his hips continued pulsing back and forth, fucking air.
“I know, boy. There’s no way this is going to wait until we get back to the hotel. Don’t you dare come without permission,” Silver said, his voice deep and low.
Almost before Max could comprehend what was happening, the plug was pulled from his ass. More lube was spread into his hole with invading fingers, and then Silver’s big, thick cock slid home. Max gasped as Silver pulled his body away from the cross, forcing him to arch his back. The man then forced his legs between Max’s thighs, forcing his feet further and further apart until he stretched tight from his cuffs.
Only then did Silver start moving. In and out he slid, deep, powerful thrusts. The kind that meant the bigger man was riding the edge of his sexual sanity as well. Silver’s breathing was heavy in his ear. Another indication the man was close to coming.
A hand slid under the waistband of his jock, covering his cock and balls. Then the cock ring snap released, and the length of leather loosened and disappeared.
“Master,” Max shouted as his orgasm pushed out of his balls. His need was so big it could no longer be contained without the ring.
“Come, boy,” Silver growled through teeth clenched tight.
Max screamed as his cock pulsed hard, filling the condom covering it with his seed. At the same time, his ass clamped down on Silver’s cock, holding tight as the man continued fucking him until he finally shoved home one last time before holding his hips in a brutal hold as he came deep in Max’s ass.
Once his muscles relaxed, Max found himself pressed between Silver’s big body and the cross. In a spaced-out thought, he hoped it was attached to the wall secure enough to hold their combined weight. Then his brain drifted offline.
He enjoyed the happy floating state, hoping Silver felt as good as he did. He barely registered the loss when Silver pulled his cock from his ass. He cooperated when Silver removed his condom, but it was cold cloth cleaning him up that helped most in focusing his wildly drifting thoughts.
“Okay, boy, let’s get you down from there,” Silver said as he released Max’s left hand.
A moment later, his right cuff was released, and Max dropped his arms as he sagged against the cross. Though he did not want to embarrass his Master by melting into a puddle of goo in front of whoever might still be watching them, he was not sure he could stay on his feet for much longer.
“It’s okay, boy, let go. I’ve got you,” Silver said as he wrapped an arm around Max’s waist and shifted his leaning from the wooden cross to his body.
Max forced his eyes open long enough to see Annie was the only witness to this moment. He tried to get his body to work, but Silver pretty much had to carry him to a nearby couch. He sucked a breath as Silver arranged him on his lap so the tender flesh of his ass met Silver’s lap.
He felt something soft cover him, but his eyes would not open to see what it was. He was too relaxed and floaty to care whether it was a fuzzy blanket or a wildcat.
“There should be a plastic bag inside my toy bag. All the implements on the floor go into the plastic bag. The rest can just go back into the bag.”
Max smiled as someone else cleaned up his mess. “Thank you,” he breathed as he leaned further into Silver’s embrace. He was not sure if he was thanking Master, or whoever was packing their bag.
Silver brushed a kiss on the side of his head as he wrapped Max’s fingers around a bottle of water. “You’re welcome, boy. Drink this. We’ll go home once you’re able to stand on your own.”
Chapter Nine
“Is he going to be okay to drive?” Annie asked as they finally left the club and crossed to the last two vehicles in the parking lot.
The rest of the open house visitors had been hastily escorted out of the club just moments before Silver pushed his leather pants down his thighs and nearly fucked Max through the wall. Annie had watched the action with wide attentive eyes, finding herself once more aroused to the verge of orgasm.
Just before the two men came, Silver turned and looked at her, his gaze meeting hers for a second before dropping to her pussy. His gaze met her once more and he nodded, which she interpreted as permission for her to rub her dripping, needy pussy.
She bit her lip to keep from adding her cries to theirs less than two minutes later. She recovered quickly and then helped Silver perform aftercare on a completely boneless Max. Once the two men were curled on the couch together, she followed Silver’s instructions and packed up their equipment.
When Max began to rouse enough for them to leave, she slung their toy bag over one shoulder then moved to Max’s side opposite Silver. Together, they helped the man stagger to the lobby where the two submissives dressed in their street clothes.
She looked from the semiconscious man to the motorcycle that was parked three spaces from her Jeep. Then she looked around Max’s slumping form to Silver.
The bigger man met her gaze and sighed.
“Maybe not. I didn’t realize how much he needed this session until he dropped like a boulder into subspace. Are you okay to drive?”
“I feel fine. Better than I have in a long time,” Annie said with a smile. “How about I drive him back to your hotel?”
Silver looked deep into her eyes, studying her for nearly a minute before nodding. “That would be fine, thanks. If you don’t have plans for tomorrow, you could stay the night and we could do a little more exploring.”
“I’ll have to check my calendar before I make that decision,” Annie said before pulling her car keys out of the pocket of her coat. Hitting the button, she opened the back door then stood back and watched as Silver loaded Max inside and snapped a seat belt around his middle.
“Okay, boy. Annie’s going to drive you to the hotel, and I’ll meet you there. Behave yourself.”
“Yes, Master,” Max slurred before his head dropped back and his eyes slammed shut. He was snoring before Silver closed the door.
Annie then found herself swept into Silver’s arms and up against his big, muscular body. “Drive safe and I’ll follow you since you know the fastest way across town.”
“Yes, Sir,” Annie said before leaning up and brushing a kiss on Silver’s chin. “You drive safe, too.”
She jumped when a big, warm hand covered her ass cheek and squeezed tight. When she looked up, he was staring at her with a predator’s gleam in his eyes that was visible even in the half-light provided by the lights of the parking lot. In that moment, she realized that their relationship was moving ahead faster than light speed, and she honestly couldn’t wait to be between these two men.
“Behave, baby girl, or you won’t have a choice about staying with us tonight,” Silver said, his voice low, deep and growly.
Releasing her ass, he helped her into the driver’s seat and closed the door. A swirly, girly feeling she had not experienced since Eric’s death flew through her. She smiled at him as she started the engine. Then she turned her attention to driving.
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