Playing With Fire (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Serenity Snow

  She liked the way the material flowed over her, calling attention to her curves without overstating them. Connor usually didn’t like her to wear anything suggestive when they were going out. He even preferred her hair to be styled sedately, but he’d asked her to do a sexy upsweep, which complimented her face. She felt sexier than she’d felt in a long time and hoped this was the beginning of a new phase of their relationship.

  “Where are we going, Connor?” Leigh asked again. He hadn’t answered her the first five times she’d asked the question, and she didn’t really expect him to this time. He could be really closed-mouthed when he wanted to.

  “I told you, Leigh. It’s a surprise, so don’t ask me again, baby, or it’ll earn you seven lashes with a strap later.” Connor reached over and put his hand on her thigh. “When we get there, I want you to go to the bar.”

  She frowned slightly in consternation at the twitch of Connor’s lips in the darkened car. He was up to something, and she didn’t know whether that excitement was good or bad. She opened her mouth to speak and again snapped her lips closed. She hated the strap and Connor only used it on her when she’d exhausted his patience. She twisted her fingers on her lap in an effort to keep silent.

  “We’re almost there, baby,” he said in his sexy gravelly voice. “Just sit back and relax. I promise you’ll enjoy this.” His warm laughter filled the car and Leigh glared at the windshield. “You love surprises, so that’s part of the fun.”

  She did love surprises, but there was a fine line between surprise and unknown variables, especially when her lover was more excited about a night out than he’d been in a long time.

  “Okay fine,” she replied demurely as they turned off the road. Her interest piqued, she sat up straighter and gazed out the window at the well-lit driveway that rolled out like a red carpet. A three-story brick colonial style house came into view. Its graceful columns and wide front porch was indicative of an antebellum home.

  Connor followed the drive alongside the house around to the back, where there was a covered garage. She spied two men in all black as they walked the area and wondered where they were as Connor pulled into an empty parking space next to a BMW.

  Connor climbed out and went around the front of the car. She watched him move with masculine confidence in his black leather pants and shirt. He was the sexiest man she’d ever met with his blond hair and sapphire blue eyes. He had long legs and tight butt that his pants held lovingly.

  Connor pulled her door open, and Leigh looked up into his eyes. They were warm and held a gleam of excitement that made her heart flutter. His golden skin was indicative of his love for running, and his lean body showed the fruits of his labor.

  She took the hand he extended and allowed him to help her out. “Connor, this is really nice. Is it a new restaurant?”

  “No.” He gave her a nonchalant shrug. “It’s Fantasy Club. It’s a little different from the clubs we usually go to, but don’t forget to mind your manners.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Let’s go inside.” He gave her a secret smile, and they were directed to a door by one of the men in the parking lot.

  They stepped inside onto marble tile that led to the end of the corridor that opened into a wide foyer where a reception desk was located. The girl behind it gave them a smile, and the low murmur of conversation floated behind them.

  “Evening, Mr. McFadden,” the receptionist called in a perky tone.

  Connor waved to her and led Leigh to the main room, where a long bar occupied one wall and several tables were arranged around the room. The hub of conversation and laughter gave the room warmth and life that went well with the dark colors and low lighting.

  “Go to the bar,” Connor told her. “The first person that hits on you, leave with them.”

  She gave him a startled look. Connor was possessive. They didn’t swing, and he never shared with other men. “You brought me to a sex club and you want me to leave with the first person—”

  “Don’t repeat my command, obey it, Leigh. If you don’t, I’ll make you bend over a table and give you five lashes with my belt. Don’t forget. No alcohol.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She walked away, despising the very thought while wondering what Connor had up his sleeve. She took a seat at the bar, thinking he’d be at her side in a moment or two to pick her up, so she relaxed.

  The bartender came to a stop in front of her. “Would you like a drink?”

  “I’d like a diet soda please,” she answered. She was never allowed to drink in a club. Connor said there was too big a risk of her being taken advantage of when he wasn’t by her side.

  “Hello, Leigh.”

  Leigh turned to catch an eyeful of the gorgeous Kal, who sat on the stool next to her and almost did a double take. She was surprised to see her here since she seemed so at home in Jasper, the club Connor usually took her to.

  Kal’s black hair was cut short in an ear-length style that drew the eye to her luscious mouth. Her warm skin was a sexy temptation that she had longed to touch, but never dared to do purposely.

  Kal sat down. She wore her red leathers with such confidence it left Leigh speechless.

  “Sweetheart, this is a Domme’s club and when you’re spoken to by a Domme, you answer with your eyes down,” Kal told her in a firm tone, and Leigh tore her eyes from Kalyani’s lips and lowered them to the bar.

  “Hi, Lady Kalyani.”

  “Lady Kalyani, a drink?” the bartender asked.

  “Strawberry daiquiri, virgin,” she replied. “Where’s your Dom, Leigh?”

  “He’s somewhere around here,” she answered. “He said to wait at the bar. We’re having a night out.”

  “I see.” She leaned toward her. “You look very alluring tonight. I like this dress.” She stroked her hand over Leigh’s thigh, pushing the dress up just a hint, baring more of her slim thigh. Her fingers stroked over the silky skin with proprietary boldness. Leigh’s breath caught, and her heart beat faster.

  “I’d love to run my fingers over your pussy,” Kal murmured. “I bet you’re sweeter than my drink and more potent than gin.”

  She was coming onto her? Did Connor mean for her to leave with Kalyani if she asked? Surely he was thinking of sharing her with another man tonight even though she’d prefer it to be another woman. This woman.

  “Spread your legs,” Kalyani ordered.

  Leigh spread her legs just a little, her heart beating harder, her pussy dampening. Was her fantasy finally going to happen?

  Connor would never allow another woman in bed with them. He wasn’t into things like that.

  Kal took a sip of her drink. “I can’t get what I want here with all these eyes watching,” she murmured. “Let’s go someplace a little more private.”

  “Ma’am?” she asked with a frown.

  “I said let’s go.” Kal got to her feet. “Put these on my tab.”

  “Right,” the bartender replied.

  Leigh got to her feet. Connor wasn’t going to be happy that his man hadn’t shown up before Kal.

  Should she go?

  He’d told her to go with the first person that hit on her, so she followed Kalyani from the room leaving behind the buzz of conversation and tinkles of laughter.

  “It’s about time Connor brought you here,” Kal said, leading her down the marble corridor.

  “Connor has been here before?” Leigh asked as a couple passed them. One of the women was clad in a short dress with a collar around her neck while the other wore black leather pants and boots paired with a red bustier and held the leash to the collar.

  “Of course not,” Kal answered. “This is a club for lesbian and bisexual women and the men who enjoy playing with them. Of course it’s a femme Domme club.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “It means female Dommes are the top dogs here. Male Doms aren’t disrespected, but women are in control.”

  Connor hadn’t done his homework. That was a surprise. He was usually m
ore thorough.

  They turned a corner and stepped into what looked like a lounge. A few couples were having drinks and talking with subs sitting on the floor next to their chairs, eyes down and collars around their necks.

  “Kalyani. I see you have a new sub,” a female said in a voice dripping with curiosity.

  Leigh kept her eyes averted as Kalyani said, “a temporary playmate.” She stroked her fingers over the back of Leigh’s neck.

  “Look at me, girl,” the woman commanded, and Leigh met her gaze. “Very pretty. What’s your name?”

  Leigh looked to Kal and earned an approving smile. “You may speak,” Kal said.

  “I’m Leigh.”

  “Do you have a Domme?”

  “Yes, Ma’am,” Leigh answered demurely.

  “Too bad,” she said as her gaze slid over Leigh. “I’d love to introduce you to—”

  “The only Domme introducing her to anything new will be me, Felicia, so forget about it,” Kalyani told her coldly. “Come, Leigh.” She tightened her fingers around her neck and gave her a light tug away from the group.

  Kal didn’t release her until they were halfway down the corridor, where she stopped in front of a door. She unlocked it and gave Leigh a light push into the darkened room, and light immediately rained down on her.

  Leigh glanced around, taking in the carpeted floor and expertly melded colors of pink and dark gray with traces of lighter gray. Her gaze fell on a cabinet against a wall across the room next to eye hooks. A sofa with a chair adjacent formed the small lounge area while the big bed was across from that with a low headboard and nightstands on each side.

  Leigh turned but kept her eyes down. “Lady Kalyani?”

  “Leigh, I prefer it if you look me in the eye unless we’re in company with other Dommes or Doms, understood?”

  She lifted her gaze. “What about Connor?”

  “He’s not here right now, is he?” she asked, stroking Leigh’s jaw. “What can he object to?”

  “Nothing,” she said nervously.

  “Let’s go talk on the couch.” Kal slid her hand down Leigh’s shoulder to capture her hand. “Are you uncomfortable being alone with me?”

  “Not yet.”

  Kal smiled and led her to the sofa. “Remove your panties, Leigh, and give them to me.” Leigh hesitated, glancing to the door. “Now, or you’ll get five strokes of a paddle.” Kal turned, went to the shelf, and selected a small paddle with a red heart made of raised dots.

  Leigh’s eyes widened. Connor never hit her with anything that left marks. Kal turned and her brows snapped down in a frown.

  “Where are my panties? Still on your ass? You’ve just earned yourself a little punishment.” She slapped the paddle lightly against her palm. “Remove the panties and then put your hands on the arm of the couch. For your disobedience, I will give six lashes.”

  Chapter Two

  Leigh pushed her panties down and stepped out of them. She bent and picked them up and held them out to Kal. She took them and brought them to her nose and Leigh watched her drag in a slow breath.

  “Mmm, you smell so sweet. Connor knows how to pick perfume,” she murmured. “Now turn around, or I’ll give you six more lashes to go with the first ones.”

  Leigh quickly turned and put her hands on the arm of the couch. A tiny thrill of apprehension went through her. God, she hoped this wasn’t going to hurt.

  Kal rolled the slinky little dress up and rested it on Leigh’s back before smoothing her hand over her firm bottom. She squeezed one cheek and then slapped it lightly. “Brace your legs wider apart.”

  Leigh did as she was told and her reward was a thwack on her butt with the paddle. The second tap landed on her other cheek and her eyes widened as the raised nodules forming the heart sent an extra bite of pain prickling at the muscle of her butt.

  “How many is that, sub?”

  “It’s two,” she said. The third sent a shard of odd pleasure rippling through her. It was a cross between a tickle and a tease of pain. The fourth tap landed on her other cheek, and she gasped, unable to hold back the pleasure shooting through her.

  “If you lose count, I’ll have to keep this up,” Kal warned in a tone that sounded more amused than authoritative.

  “That’s four.” Another tap to the same cheek and her pussy began to gush. “Five.” Tap. “Six.”

  Kal smoothed her hand over Leigh’s ass and landed a light tap. “You aren’t going to be a good girl, are you?”

  “I’ll be good,” she said quickly.

  “I don’t think you’re telling me the truth, Leigh.” She ran her finger down the curve of Leigh’s ass and lightly traced the tip of the slit to her clit. “Little pussy’s already so wet. I think you enjoyed your punishment a little too much. Do you like this?” She drew her finger around Leigh’s clit and lightly stroked the little bud.

  Leigh panted harshly and her hips bucked. Kalyani chuckled.

  “Oh, you do like that.” She repeated the gesture and Leigh moaned softly. “Have you ever been with a woman, Leigh?” she asked softly as she massaged the swollen nubbin.

  “No.” Leigh panted. “Oh God.”

  “Does it feel good, baby?” Kal asked.

  “Yes, Lady Kal.”

  Kal kissed the side of her neck as she glided her hand down the dripping slit. She pushed the tip of one finger into Leigh’s slippery channel.

  “Mmm.” Leigh held her body still as Kal pushed her finger deeper into her. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth as pleasure rippled through her. “Ooooh. Yes.”

  “You’re a succulent little thing,” Kal said in a husky tone. “Pussy’s too tight to say Connor’s been using it.”

  “Please.”

  “Not yet,” Kal told her. “I want you to sit on the couch so I can taste you.”

  Leigh moved quickly onto the couch and lifted her dress to pool over her lap. She turned to find Kal retrieving a few items from the cabinet. She wondered where Connor was and if he’d be upset by what was happening. This had been all his idea. She expected him to show up or…her thoughts trailed off as Kal looked down at her with dark eyes.

  “Scoot to the edge. I want to put this on your thighs. It has hooks for the restraints.” Leigh obeyed and Kal put the thigh restraint on and made sure it was secure before snapping the restraints in place and using the chain to secure them to the hooks in the thigh harness. Leigh tested them out, finding her arms unable to move far from her sides. A thrill of excitement ran through her. Her heart beat wildly.

  She loved being restrained and at Connor’s mercy. It made the pain and the sex that much more carnal for her. Her juices flowed even more as she imagined what the one woman she’d been fantasizing about these last few months was about to do to her.

  Kal unzipped the zipper at the side of Leigh’s dress and smiled at the shelf bra. Leigh’s perky little breasts were perfectly held up but uncovered. She leaned toward her and drew her tongue around one puckered nipple before lashing it with her tongue.

  Leigh moaned. Kal sucked hard, laved her tongue around the areola, and then drew back to slap the flushed flesh. Leigh made a soft noise, and Kal slapped her breast again before pinching the nipple.

  “Kalyani.” She moaned, arcs of pleasure shooting through her as the pain turned to pleasure. Kal pinched her harder and Leigh cried out, her face contorting in a mask of pain.

  Kalyani lowered her head and licked the abused nipple before sucking it hard. “Sweet little berry. She swiped her tongue over the taut peak, scraping it lightly with her teeth. She took another draw on her nipple and lifted her head. Then, Kal gave Leigh’s breast another slap before pinching the other nipple.

  Leigh groaned, her hands fisting at the sides of her thighs. She wanted to push her fingers into the glossy strands of Kal’s hair and pull it.

  Kal’s teeth closed over her nipple, and she jumped. Her warm tongue laved over it before soft lips began kissing a trail down to her stomach. Kal lifted the dress and
continued her way down. Her tongue darted out to trace circles on Leigh’s stomach before tugging her thighs apart and pulling Leigh down a little on the cushion.

  Kal’s tongue glided down one waxed pussy lip and back up the other. She nipped at the delicate flesh before using two fingers to open Leigh to her inspection. She flicked her tongue up the slit and Leigh’s hips bucked. Kal’s tongue played around her clit and Leigh cried out as heat washed over her anew.

  “Oh God,” she whispered. “Kalyani.”

  Kal gave her clit a light pinch before laving it with her tongue and sucking it into her mouth.

  Leigh’s eyes drifted closed and she squirmed, breathing harshly as Kalyani’s sensual assault destroyed the little control she had left. “Oh please, harder.”

  Kal pressed the flat of her tongue hard against the nubbin and pushed two fingers into Leigh’s dripping cunt and Leigh cried out as rapture crawled over her. She tried to thrust her hips up as Kalyani fucked her with her fingers.

  She mewled as the bliss became an intense wave that threatened to consume her. Sweat beaded on her brow and was a sheen across her breasts. “Kal, please, I need to come.” She begged. “Oh my, oh my!”

  “Not yet, little one,” she said firmly. “My paddle won’t feel good if you do.”

  She cried out in frustration as Kal withdrew her fingers from her pussy and licked down her slit. She pushed her tongue into the slick, hot depths and fucked her with her while her hands held her thighs apart.

  Leigh struggled to thrust her hips up to fuck her mouth. “It’s good. It’s so good!” she screamed.

  “I thought you’d only get that loud for me.”

  Leigh tensed. “Oh my God,” she whispered as shock tore through her. “Connor.”

  Chapter Three

  She was so beautiful with her long dark brown hair around her face and her legs stretched open with Kal’s head buried between her thighs. The sounds issuing from her had his dick hard as steel and pulsing for action. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” Connor rasped out as he came into her view, unbuttoning his black leather pants. “My only problem with this scene is how bad my dick hurts.” He kicked off his shoes and pushed his pants down his powerful thighs.