His Sub's Submissive

by Cooper McKenzie

  “She looks like an angel sitting there on your lap. I also liked when you called her little one. Baby would also be appropriate since she’s a baby sub. Whichever you prefer, Master Dane.”

  “Angel, eh? Yes, I like that. All right, Sloan, for the next forty-eight hours you are our angel.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Sloan shifted as the air conditioner kicked on and cool air blew down on her bare shoulders. Dane tightened his arms around her then began rubbing one hand up and down her bare arm.

  Merlin picked up one of the bottles of water and unscrewed the cap. Then he offered it to her. She wrapped both hands around it, smiling her thanks. He nodded then opened the second bottle and began to drink. Sloan, suddenly feeling parched, lifted the bottle and drank deep.

  When she lowered the bottle, she found she’d downed nearly half of it. She colored when a loud burp emerged from her lips. “Excuse me.” She blinked and looked from one man to the other when they began to chuckle.

  “You were thirsty,” Merlin observed.

  She nodded and dropped her gaze to her lap.

  “Expected under the circumstances. You will finish the rest before we go upstairs. You, too, pet. Don’t want anyone getting dehydrated.” Dane smiled.

  Sloan nodded again but didn’t make a move to drink any more.

  “All right, angel, confession time. What are you looking for out of this weekend?” Dane ran a hand up and down her back in a soothing motion. The heat from his hand spread through Sloan’s body, filling her with a warmth she hadn’t expected.

  “I…uh…you see….”

  “Maybe it would be easier if we offered choices, Master?” Merlin suggested when she fell silent.

  Sloan glanced at him and nodded. How was she to know what to ask for when she had no experience?

  “Do you want us to spank you, flog you, whip you until you come screaming?” Dane asked.

  Sloan shook her head as she cowered. “Um, no, Master. I don’t like pain.”

  “Do you want us to tease your nipples and lick your cunt and fuck you until you come screaming?” Merlin offered.

  Sloan’s eyes widened at his explicit language. She nodded slowly.

  “How about if we tie you down? Kiss and touch and love you all over, but don’t let you come?” Merlin leaned close and spoke softly.

  A soft whimper emerged before Sloan could process the visual she’d imagined.

  “Would you like us to take you together? Merlin in your pussy while I fuck your beautiful ass?” Dane whispered in her ear.

  Sloan shivered. Her lips parted, and she began to pant. She’d dreamt of all these things. She’d read about them in the erotic romances she’d spent way too much money buying and couldn’t wait to experience such a thing. The muscles around her cunt and asshole tightened as she imagined being stretched and filled.

  “I’d say that’s a yes, Master.”

  Sloan nodded. “Yes, please.”

  “One last question.” Dane slid the arm that had been rubbing her back under her arm to cup her breast. “How many men have you fucked in the past? How much experience do you have?”

  Sloan closed her eyes and dropped her head until her chin rested on her chest. “One, Master. One man and not much experience.”

  She fought Merlin’s fingers when he tried to raise her head.

  “Angel, look at Sir.” The order was soft, but the tone carried more than a thread of steel. Master Dane would not be denied.

  Sloan lifted her head and looked at the man sitting right in front of her. Tears blurred his image but not enough that she couldn’t see the amazement in his expression.

  Merlin asked the next question. “Sloan, are you telling us you have had only one lover?”

  Sloan nodded, her bottom lip trembling.

  “And how many times did you fuck him?”

  “Once, Sir,” she said before biting her bottom lip.

  “Tell us what happened.” Sir’s voice was gentle, soothing. His eyes were warm, though he frowned in concern.

  “I’d gone to a party with my boyfriend, and he got me drunk. He took me home, and we made out and then he…” She paused a moment, floundering as she stared into his soft, dark brown eyes, unable to look away. “He fucked me. He came after about a minute, right before I threw up on him.”

  Embarrassed by the story, Sloan dropped her gaze from his eyes to his lips then lowered her head until she stared at the half-empty bottle she held clenched in her shackled hands. Would they laugh at her? Would they leave her and go find someone more worthy of their attention? Would Dane demand his ginormous donation back since he’d bought a dud?

  Chapter 4

  Dane felt his heart stop and knot tight at the tale this beautiful angel had just shared. Looking from her bowed head to his lover, he saw that Merlin appeared just as shocked. She wasn’t just a virgin sub. She was damned near a virgin. How the hell had she ended up on Esoteria’s auction block?

  Pulling her closer, he tucked her head under his chin and wrapped both arms tighter around her.

  She lifted her head. “Please don’t hate me,” she whispered. “Don’t take back your donation because I’m a dud. I’ll do whatever you want. You can even whip me if you want.” Tears glistened on her eyelashes, and Dane felt his heart shred.

  “Shh, little one. No one is going to whip you. And you’re not a dud.” Dane pushed her head back down against his chest.

  Merlin’s expression and the growing bulge in his lap told Dane the other man didn’t want to return their pretty little virgin sub, either. His own cock was painfully hard and begging to teach this sweet angel about men and sex. Didn’t she feel it pressing hard against her hip? Seeing a passing sub trainee, he lifted his hand for her attention.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Please find Master T and Mistress J and tell them Master Dane would like a word as soon as they have a moment.”

  “Yes, sir.” The trainee hurried off.

  When the woman in his arms stiffened, he pressed his fingers into her skin. “Drink your water, angel. You, too, pet. We’ll go upstairs after I speak with Mistress Jenna and Master Taurus.”

  “Don’t tell them."

  He didn’t answer, just watched her until she lifted the water bottle and drained it.

  Dane watched Merlin finish his, as well. Then his beautifully trained lover took the two bottles and carried them back to the bar. Upon his return, Merlin nodded from the woman curled in Dane’s arms then toward the restrooms. Dane nodded and stood Sloan on her feet. He waited until Merlin took her hand before releasing his hold around her waist. “Go with Sir and use the restroom.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Dane smiled as the two submissives headed to the restrooms. Though untried at anything, except what amounted to date rape, she was the perfect submissive. Though she had wanted to protest earlier, she’d paused, thought, and remained silent. To have her to hand over control of her body so easily was truly a special gift. A Master’s dream come true. Would she yield to Merlin, as well? Was this little virgin the woman they’d talked about, dreamt about? Was she the woman who would make their dynamic duo into a sexy triad?

  His musings were interrupted when Jenna and Taurus arrived at the table from different directions. Jenna sat in the empty chair while Taurus stood with his back to the room. Tall and broad, he made an effective wall, providing a semblance of privacy to their conversation.

  “What’s up, Dane?”

  “Where the hell did you find Sloan?” Dane asked.

  “What’s happened?” Jenna leaned forward, instantly concerned. “Is she all right?”

  “When I asked her about what kind of experience she had, she told us her one and only fuck was practically rape after she’d had too much to drink. Not only is she a virgin sub, she’s might as well be a virgin. Now I want an answer. Where the hell did you find her?”

  Dane watched as the two exchanged a look. They looked shocked, startled, and overly protective. They
hadn’t known.

  Taurus shook his head. “I’ll kill him. Whoever he is, he’s a dead man.”

  “If she’d wanted you to kill him, she would have told us when it happened,” Jenna said before turning to Dane. “Sloan is our cousin. The sub we had lined up for this weekend backed out, and we talked her into it.”

  “Why?” was the only question Dane could think to ask.

  * * * *

  In the empty restroom, Sloan gave her reflection a stern talking to as she spent longer than necessary washing her hands. She wanted to do this and no one—not Jenna, not Taurus, not even Dane himself—would talk her out of experiencing the sex life of a sexual submissive. The fact that two men would be in charge instead of one was just frosting on the cake. Not only did she want this, she needed to spend the weekend as Dane and Merlin’s submissive.

  She needed to feel, even if only for a few hours, that someone cared. Cared for her, about her, gave a shit that she was alive. Monday would come soon enough, and it would be back to figuring out how to pay the bills and survive. For now, she wanted to forget her sad, pathetic life and learn about sex and submission from her two gorgeous masters.

  Merlin waited outside the restroom when she finally emerged. He leaned against the wall next to the door as if he’d been there awhile. Had she taken too long?

  Straightening from the wall, he extended his left hand. When she lifted both hands so he could reconnect the cuffs, he shook his head. “We’ll wait a bit for that,” he said, taking her hand in his. The slide of his fingers between hers sent shivers to her core, and at once, her pussy was wet. Who knew that the skin between her fingers was an erogenous zone? Her nipples poked at the silk covering them, pushing for freedom. He smiled down at her. His dark chocolate gaze didn’t miss a thing, from her silent gasp to the peaked nipples.

  He bent forward until his head was at the level of her nipples and took a long breath, as if he were smelling a flower. “Mmm, you smell delicious. I can’t wait to taste you. Soon, my angel. Very soon my tongue will be tasting your cream as you come. Then I’m going to fuck you until you scream.”

  “Won’t Master Dane have something to say about that?”

  “I’m sure he will. But it is my birthday.”

  When he straightened, she saw an impressive erection pressing hard against the front of his leather pants. Between the visual his words created in her mind’s eye and the look of his hard-on, she lost the ability to speak for a moment. Everything in her wobbled with anticipation.

  “Come along, sweet angel. Master is waiting.” Turning, he led the way back to their Dane.

  * * * *

  “She’s been interested in the lifestyle, asking questions, doing research, reading erotic romances and such. We thought she’d enjoy seeing the reality of a sub’s life. But we didn’t realize…” Jenna said.

  “We thought she had more experience,” Taurus finished for her. “She never told us she’d only been with one man. Or that he’d basically raped her. She agreed to do this just like she always agrees to anything we ask her to do. She is submissive at heart, though I’m not sure even she knows how submissive.”

  Dane nodded then smiled. “Since my purchase is more special that even you realized, I will be doubling my donation to the shelter fund.”

  The club owners gasped. “That’s hardly necessary,” Jenna assured him.

  “Why do I have to keep reminding people that it’s my money and I’ll do with it whatever I damn well please. I’ll just tell Kyle it’s a tax deduction. He’ll believe that,” Dane said. He watched Merlin and Sloan emerge from the restrooms, exchange a few words, and then link hands and head in their direction. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, there is a virgin sub and a birthday boy in need of my attention. I’d like to lock Merlin in one of the stockades so everyone can get in a few birthday swats later, if that’s all right with the management. Any and all Dom/Dommes can have five swats for health, wealth, wisdom, love, and luck, just like last year.” He nodded toward the bar which had stocks at two corners and St. Andrew’s crosses at the other two.

  Taurus chuckled. “I think we’ll be able to accommodate him.”

  After telling Taurus exactly how he wanted Merlin to be offered to the crowd, Dane walked away so the cousins could not upset angel. She belonged to them for the next forty-six and a half hours, and he didn’t want her cousins to speak to her until after that. Always the planner, Dane decided they would to stay here for a couple more hours before going home where the real fun would began.

  “Follow me, pet, and bring your new toy,” he growled as he brushed past the pair.

  He stopped at the bar to retrieve his toy bag and the key to the room he’d reserved weeks ago. Without a glance to confirm the subs followed, he headed to the wide circular staircase in the back corner that led to the second floor. It was time to teach their angel how to fly.

  * * * *

  Merlin knew bravery would carry Sloan only so far and wasn’t surprised when she faltered at the top of the stairs. She just stopped walking, pulling on his hand, trying to free herself.

  “Master,” he said.

  Turning around, Merlin closed the small distance between them, taking stock as he did. She was too pale, and her breathing was too fast. He stepped around behind her so that her arm lay across her middle, their linked hands resting at her opposite hip. He wrapped his free arm around her body just above her breasts so his hand curled around her shoulder joint. When he pulled her back against his chest, he felt the fine tremors that passed through her. “You’re freezing,” he observed.

  “Angel? Is everything all right?”

  She began to shiver in earnest. “I want this, I really do, but I’m not sure I can walk the rest of the way. Could you kiss me again?”

  “Nothing will happen unless you want it. We’ll always talk out the basics of a scene before we start. Things may change or progress to something we didn’t talk about, so your safe word is ‘red.’ Use it only if you’re really scared or in so much pain you cannot continue. Use ‘yellow’ if you just need a minute to catch your breath or adjust to what we’re doing. Do you understand?”

  Sloan nodded.

  “He needs you to say the words. When playing, communication is key. Talking, sharing thoughts and feelings, is essential to all good Dom/sub relationships. Do you understand?” Merlin explained as Dane continued to stare at her.

  Chapter 5

  Sloan thought over Merlin’s words. Communication was the key to any relationship. Was that why hers always failed? Because she couldn’t share her feelings and needs and wants? Because she didn’t know how to ask for what she wanted?

  With these two, she didn’t seem to have that problem. They learned more about her in the short time they’d been together than other men she’d dated learned after a half-dozen dates.

  “Yes, Sir. Yes, Master. I understand. ‘Red’ to stop, ‘yellow’ to slow down.” The shivers slowed. “But I’d really like you to kiss me again. Please, Master?”

  “Well spoken,” Merlin murmured as he bent and kissed his way up the side of her neck.

  Dane didn’t respond with words. He just lowered his head and kissed her. Instantly her lips parted, and she met his tongue and invited him in. He tasted so good, like mint and chocolate, man and power. She didn’t want it to end. But eventually he pulled away. Then he leaned over her shoulder. She turned her head and watched him kiss Merlin.

  While kissing Dane had heated her, watching the two men kiss shot her lust to a high boil. “Oh, wow,” she breathed. “That is so hot.”

  Needing to be a part of it, she stretched up and kissed whatever skin she could reach on either man.

  A moment later, Dane pulled back. “We need to continue this in private,” he growled. He brushed another kiss on her lips then pulled back to study her closely. “Feel better now?”

  Sloan nodded. “Yes, Master. Thank you.”

  “You’re quite welcome, little one. Now come along, our room is jus
t down here.”

  Merlin didn’t release her. He just began walking, pushing her forward with him. His erection pressed between the cheeks of her ass as they followed Dane the short distance farther down the balcony to an open doorway.

  Dane entered and crossed the room without a glance to check on their progress. After dropping his bag, he turned and waited.

  Merlin released her long enough to hang the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the knob before closing and locking the door. Then, before Sloan could stop him, he grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head, leaving her naked.

  “Hey.” She tried to fight for the scrap of a dress.

  She froze when he swatted her ass cheek.

  “Subs do not talk unless asked a direct question. We also do not wear clothes when alone with our Master.”

  Sloan blinked and then nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  She watched as he laid her bit of silk over a straight-backed wooden chair near the door. A moment later, he pulled his leathers off.

  When he turned back to face her, Sloan’s breath caught. Clothed he’d been beautiful. Without his leather pants, he was devastating. He had no tan lines to break up the long lines of golden skin that covered the lithe sinew and muscle of his torso, hips, and long legs.

  Even his cock looked tanned with an angry-looking crimson head. He was so hard that his cock stood straight up his body, nearly reaching his bellybutton. Except in a copy of Playgirl magazine Jenna had given her as a joke for her last birthday, she’d never seen anything so beautiful or so big. How would he fit inside her when it came time?

  Taking her hand, he led her to where Dane stood waiting. He pushed her to kneel then positioned her to sit on her heels with her knees spread wide and hands resting on her thighs. After tilting her head so she stared at Dane’s boots, he shifted away. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that he quickly assumed the same position.

  “We are yours, Master,” he said to their Master.