Heal Me [Club of Dominance 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Becca Van

  “Would you look at that fucking hair?” Nixon groaned and shifted his stance obviously trying to relieve the tightness in his crotch. “Even in a braid it reaches to the top of her ass. I can just imagine having those ebony tresses caressing my body and cock as she—”

  “Enough,” Nathan snapped. “We have to keep our minds on the job. It’s hard enough already without you putting more images into my head.”

  Nixon met his gaze. “Tell me you weren’t thinking the same thing, bro.”

  Nathan shook his head slightly. He couldn’t say anything because he had been imagining the same thing his brother had.

  Nixon pushed off the wall and started across the room. Nathan followed his brother and they both came to a stop no more than a foot away from the tiny woman. Nathan stared down at the back of her head and willed her to turn around but it seemed she was going to be stubborn. He knew she knew they were behind her. Her muscles had tensed up and her shoulders lifted slightly, and then she shivered, but she kept her back to them as if ignoring them would make them go away.

  Not happening, baby. Not in this lifetime.

  After greeting Emma, Tank, Gary, and Jack, Emma introduced them to Kara Benjamin. She moved forward a step and then to the side before she turned around. It took all of Nathan’s control to hold in the gasp forming in his chest when he saw her gorgeous face. Her eyes were the most gorgeous, mesmerizing color he’d ever seen. They weren’t amber, but looked to be an almost yellow color, and he found himself not wanting to look away. But that wasn’t the only reason. She was gorgeous, yes, but there was a painful vulnerability surrounding her and he wanted to bombard her with questions until he knew everything there was to know about her. But from the way she was standing with her arm at her waist in a defensive pose, he didn’t think he and Nixon would stand a chance. That was, until Emma had said that Kara was out of work. When he’d asked about her family she’d tightened up tighter than a bowstring and her face had gone really pale. Nathan wanted to pull her in his arms and offer her comfort from the stark horror and pain he saw in her eyes, but he held himself still. Still there was no way in hell he was going to let the opportunity of getting closer to her slip through his fingers.

  He’d been the one full of tension as he waited for her answer after offering her a job and had nearly sighed with relief when she’d accepted working for him and Nixon on a trial basis. Now that she was going to be working for them, hopefully he and his brother would be able to get to the bottom of her fear and begin to court her, but first he needed to know what she knew about BDSM.

  He was still waiting for her answer in regard to his last question and when she stuttered he decided to ease her worry.

  “Dominants always make sure that their submissive’s needs are catered to. Even though it seems like a sub is giving their Dom or Doms total control, that isn’t the case.”

  “It isn’t?”

  “No.”

  Nixon shook his head. “The sub is the one who sets all the rules. Of course the Dom makes sure to push a sub’s boundaries, but they will never harm a sub’s mental well-being or hurt her beyond her limitations.”

  “But how…”

  “Finish asking that question, Kara.” Nathan put a bit more demand in his voice testing Kara’s response and she responded beautifully.

  “How do you know that you don’t hurt her?”

  “Did you fill out the club forms before coming inside?” Nixon asked.

  Kara nodded and then shook her head. “Sort of.”

  “What do you mean by sort of?” Nixon questioned and he too put a bit more emphasis in his voice.

  “I filled out my name and address and stuff but when it came to all the other questions, I didn’t know how to answer so I put question marks.”

  Nathan began to wonder if he’d read Kara wrong. What if she was just here to visit with Emma and wasn’t intrigued by the BDSM lifestyle at all? But he pushed that thought away. She’d already shown her submissive tendencies by lowering her head often and then by answering him and Nixon right away after they’d let a little of their inner Doms out.

  He and his brother had taken Dom classes and learned how to read people by their body language and expressions, and they’d also had experience with this in their jobs. They needed to listen as well as note every nuance from their patients, too. Of course they weren’t infallible and they’d made mistakes when they’d first got into the lifestyle, but they had years of training under their belts and Nathan didn’t think he was wrong about Kara Benjamin being submissive.

  “If you wanted to play in this club, you would need a Dom, or Doms, to help you work out what your hard and soft limits are,” Nathan said.

  “But…”

  “Come with us and we’ll tell you about what’s going on.” Nixon held his hand out to Kara and Nathan held his breath while she stared at his brother’s hand. It felt like three hours passed before she reached out and placed her hand in Nixon’s and he exhaled quietly so she wouldn’t hear how uncertain he’d been.

  Before they could move away, Kara tugged her hand from Nixon’s and turned toward the bar. Nathan’s heart stuttered until he realized she was only placing her now empty wineglass down. She turned toward Emma and spoke to her before she turned back to them. Both he and Nixon clasped her hands and led her across to the glass-walled hallway. In the first room, two Doms were using wax play on their sub and from the look on the sub’s face, she was already deep into subspace.

  “They’re burning…”

  “No. Look at the woman’s face, Kara. She’s enjoying everything they’re doing to her. Look at how hard her nipples are and the cream dripping from her pussy.” Nate watched Kara’s face as she studied the sub tied to the table and even though her face was red, he was pleased to see the frown on her brow dissipate, as well as the tension leave her shoulders.

  Nate glanced up when the woman moaned and saw that her Doms had just dripped the hot wax onto her nipples. He looked back at Kara as she shifted from foot to foot and then he perused the entire length of her body. Even though her blouse was loose, he could still see her hard nipples poking against the fabric. He met Nixon’s eyes briefly and noted that his brother was watching her just as avidly. When she shifted again, it was to see that she was trying to surreptitiously squeeze her thighs together.

  Kara was aroused and if he and Nixon played their cards right, the little sub would end up between them and in their control.

  Chapter Two

  Kara couldn’t believe how wet her pussy was or how much her nipples were aching. When she’d first seen the two men—no, the two Doms—dripping hot wax onto the naked woman—no, make that sub—she’d been horrified and had been about to go into the room and demand they stop. Thank God Nathan had stopped her, because she would have made a complete fool of herself. She never would have believed that anyone could get turned on by such things, but now that she knew the sub was enjoying what was being done to her, she’d relaxed a little. But what surprised and scared her was the fact that she was getting turned on by watching them play. She’d never even thought much about BDSM before. Sure she’d read the occasional erotic BDSM romance and had been curious, but not enough to go searching for information or to explore the lifestyle.

  Kara’s thoughts fled and she hoped her eyes didn’t look like they were bugging out of her head. She drew in a ragged breath, shifted her feet together, and squeezed her thighs, but that didn’t ease the throbbing in her clit. In fact it only seemed to make things more intense. Her panties were soaked through and uncomfortable and she just hoped the two men standing at her sides, holding her hands, couldn’t smell her arousal. How embarrassing would that be?

  But it wasn’t just watching the three people in the room that got her libido humming. She was totally aware of the two men holding her hands. There was just something about Nathan and Nixon that drew her to them, and it wasn’t just their good looks or tall, muscular bodies. Although that definitely helped. They were grad
e-A eye candy and no matter how hard she tried not to look at them, she found her eyes on them over and over again. She’d never been aware of any man in a sexual way before, nor had she ever felt what is was like to be aroused. But she liked it a lot.

  Just as she was about to turn to Nathan and ask him a question, the woman moaned. The two Doms were now standing near her hips and the hot wax was dripping closer and closer to the sub’s pussy. Kara held her breath and even though she wanted to drag her eyes away from the scene she couldn’t. Just the thought of having that done to her horrified and fascinated her at the same time. All of a sudden one of the men blew out his candle and reached for something on a small table close to the side of the bench-like bed. But as he turned back to the sub she saw he was holding a cold bottle of water in his hand. He slowly tipped the bottle as he looked at the other Dom. When the Dom with the candle had dripped wax at the top of the subs slit he quickly moved out of the way. The one with the water bottle drizzled the cold liquid directly on the sub’s clit. The sub screamed with pleasure, her whole body shaking and jerking as she climaxed.

  The moan that had been building in Kara’s throat escaped, coming out sounding like a needy whimper. Nixon released her hand and spun in front of her at the same time Nathan let go of her other hand and moved behind her. Nathan wrapped an arm around her waist, pulled her back against his front and cupped her breast. Just as she gasped in a lungful of air, Nixon leaned down and started kissing her. His tongue pushed into her mouth just as a hand cupped her pussy. Nathan pinched first one nipple and then the other.

  “Come, Kara.” Nathan’s deep voice commanding that she come sent her whole body in paroxysms of rapture she could never have imagined in her whole life. Her pussy clenched and released and more cream wept onto her already sodden undies. Her cry was muffled by Nixon’s mouth as he kissed her deeply, passionately, but all the while his hand cupped, massaged and stroked her pussy through her jeans. The shudders wracking her body were never ending and just as they started to wane, Nixon pushed the heel of his hand over her clit and rubbed harder.

  “Again.” Nathan’s voice sounded hoarse. “Come again, sub.”

  It was as if she had no control over her own body. She came again. The second climax was more powerful than the first and she jerked in Nathan’s hold, her knees buckling from beneath her. If Nathan hadn’t had his arm around her waist she would have ended up slumping to the floor.

  She whimpered when Nixon’s hand left her mound and then gasped in air when he lifted his mouth from hers. Kara couldn’t believe what she’d just done. What she’d let Nathan and Nixon do to her. She wanted to push out of their arms and run but her legs were still quivering and she didn’t think they would hold her if she tried to walk away.

  When Nathan swept her up off her feet, she squeaked with surprise but she kept her eyes closed. There was no way she could look them in the eye after what had just happened.

  Kara had made a vow to herself when she was fifteen years old and she had just broken that vow. She’d made a promise to herself to never get involved with the opposite sex in any way shape or form. After what she’d found out about her mother and how she was conceived, she’d known there was no way she could ever trust a man.

  What the hell have I done?

  Nathan sat down and placed her on his lap. Her face was so hot she knew it would probably rival a tomato. Her body was shaking but this time with embarrassment and anger at herself. She wanted to hightail it out of this club, get in her car, and never look back.

  How the fucking hell am I supposed to face them? I am supposed to be working for them soon. Maybe they were testing me to see if I was a slut. Will they fire me before I’ve even started working for them? Will they still want me after the way I just behaved? Oh. My. God. What am I going to do?

  She began to wonder if her vow of keeping away from the opposite sex had been too hasty. Especially when she’d made that decision after finding out what her biological mother must have gone through. She’d been alone, young, and so scared, but also totally horrified that another human being could do such things to someone else.

  But now she had no idea how to deal with the man holding her, or his brother. Kara had been so adamant at keeping her vow, she’d stayed clear of men unless she had to deal with them at work. Even then she hardly ever spoke a word beyond giving short, clear, succinct responses.

  She’d known the moment Nathan and Nixon came up behind her that she was in trouble. No other man had been able to get her to talk to them the way she had with the Charleston brothers. For some reason she felt different with them. They brought her out of her shell and she wasn’t sure she liked that. But what she liked even less was the way they had turned her on to the point where she couldn’t even think. And then made her come, twice, while standing in a hallway where anyone could and had probably seen her.

  “Look at me, Kara,” Nathan demanded and even though his tone of voice almost compelled her to obey, she fought the urge and shook her head.

  He gripped her chin between his finger and thumb and tilted her head up until she met his amazing green eyes. Her whole body tensed as she waited to hear what he wanted to say.

  Is he going to sack me now?

  She finally found the courage to meet his gaze. The heat she saw in them had her breath catching in her throat. A hand on her knee drew her eyes to Nixon, and her heart did a flip in her chest and her belly quivered when she saw the hunger in his eyes.

  “Don’t ever be ashamed of the way you feel.” Nathan released his hold on her chin and she met his eyes again. “This”—he swept his hand out to indicate the club—“has nothing to do with us offering you a job.”

  Nixon leaned closer. “We find you very attractive, Kara. We’d really like to explore that attraction with you.”

  “I–I’m…”

  “Shh.” Nathan placed a finger over her lips and she had a strong urge to lick it and suck it into her mouth. She resisted. Just. “Don’t say anything right now. We know you need time to get to know us and decide what you want.”

  “We’ll give you all the time you need, Kara, but when you make up your mind, you will come and tell us immediately. All right?” Nixon asked.

  Kara was too dumbfounded to be able to speak, so she gave a slight nod of her head.

  “Good.” Nathan stood up and gently lowered her feet to the floor, making sure she was steady before releasing her, and then he took a step back. Now that he wasn’t holding her and sharing his body heat with her, she felt a bit cold and empty. “Do you have your cell phone?”

  Kara nodded.

  He lifted his arms and wiggled his fingers at her. “Give it to me, sub.”

  She found herself digging into the pocket of her jeans and just as she was about to hand her cell over, she realized what he’d said.

  “I’m not…” She couldn’t finish that sentence because she got lost in Nixon’s green eyes. He had reached out to cup her cheek and even though she tried to pull her gaze from his, she found the task impossible.

  “You are definitely submissive, Kara, but we can talk about that later.”

  Nathan took her cell phone, swiped his finger over the screen, and started tapping away on it. She wasn’t sure what he was doing and even though she wasn’t sure she wanted to know, she found herself asking anyway.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Putting our contact numbers into your phone.” Nathan glanced up and then back down to her cell phone screen. “My cell number is on speed dial one, Nixon’s is on two, and we have the clinic number on three. I’ve also put the address to the clinic and our home in here. If for any reason you need to contact us, you can.”

  Nixon started talking again so she looked at him. “We expect you at our office at 8:00 a.m. tomorrow morning to start work.”

  Just as Kara opened her mouth to ask why they still wanted her to work for them after what had happened, a cell phone rang. Nathan reached to his belt and unclipped his cell from it,
pushed the answer button, and then ended the call without speaking.

  “I’ve just used your phone to call mine and I’ll be sharing your number with Nixon. If you call us, we’ll know it’s you and answer immediately. The only time we can’t answer straight away is if we’re in with patients. If we don’t get to your call, you will leave a message. Do you understand, Kara?”

  Kara shivered. That commanding voice and the implacable stare from his and his brother’s green eyes made her body sit up and take notice, again. She couldn’t believe how she’d let them run right over the top of her without protesting. This wasn’t her at all. She’d learned to stand up for herself out of necessity. After growing up a ward of the state, she’d had no other choice. But for some reason the way they had handled her, and now were telling her what to do, only turned her on more.

  She clenched her teeth, too afraid she would snap at him when she was angry with herself, but she nodded.

  Nathan’s eyes narrowed as he studied her and she had a feeling he could see the anger, trepidation, and desire in her eyes. She consciously relaxed but kept her gaze connected with his.

  Nixon grabbed her hand and was about to speak to her but his cell phone went off. He cursed but let her go and answered it. He stared at her the whole time he was talking on the phone and even though he looked a little frustrated, he replied to whoever he was talking to in a calm, modulated voice.

  “We’ll be there soon.” Nixon disconnected the call. “We’ve been asked to help out at the hospital. There was a pileup on the highway and they have too many incoming to deal with it on their own.”