Bound by Love's Gravity [The Doms of Kinky, Kansas 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Mia Ashlinn

  He took a breath then asked, “What do you need me to do?”

  She smiled. “Come a little closer, and I’ll tell you all about it.”

  * * * *

  When Deke entered The Edge’s dungeon, he cursed viciously. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with some bullshit tonight. And from the call he’d gotten from Hale, the problem was complete and utter bullshit. A sneaky sub didn’t rank on his list of disasters. Her Dom needed to get her under control, not him. He had better things to do.

  Like what? Avoiding Adam or running from Sarah? Hiding in my office or drinking liquor? He snorted. His life sucked. But the worst part was that it was his own damn fault. He knew it. He embraced it. He just couldn’t fix it.

  Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Adam helpless and Sarah in BR’s clutches. And every dream he had tormented him with images of Adam in the wine cellar and Sarah in the bathtub. Not a second passed that he wasn’t consumed by the memories of that horrifying day.

  Being around Adam and Sarah only amplified his remorse, deepened his guilt. He’d fucked up. He’d not protected them. And he’d nearly lost them because of it. What’s more, Megan had been murdered because of him. Even though he hadn’t loved her, she shouldn’t have died, not like that.

  “God,” he growled. “I need to get a grip.”

  “Hey, bossman,” Ansley called out as she jogged toward him. “I heard we have an intruder. Do you know who it is yet?”

  Deke shook his head. “Not yet.”

  “Ah.” She sighed. “Perfect. I didn’t miss the show.”

  He stopped, a sudden sense of shit hitting the fan poleaxing him. “What do you know?”

  Shrugging, she replied, “Nothing. I know nothing at all. But if I were you, I’d get a move on. The sub is supposed to be tied up.” She snickered at her lame pun. “And I heard she’s a feisty one. She’s even giving Adam hell.”

  “Fuck,” Deke swore. Then, not wasting another second on Ansley, he sped up, working his way through the various round stages situated throughout the giant underground space. In his haste, he passed numerous bondage apparatuses. He practically ran over Doms and subs that got in his way. He broke through one crowd after another without even acknowledging them. Even the St. Andrew’s cross and spanking benches didn’t get a cursory glance as he barreled toward the back of the open dungeon. Apparently, he had some serious business to attend to, after all.

  * * * *

  “I changed my mind,” Sarah whispered to Adam. “I would prefer we did this upstairs—alone.”

  By her side, Adam chuckled darkly. “You wanted to do this. We’re doing it.” He caressed her hair, the sensation of his big, strong hand running through the strands feeling amazingly good in her agitated state. “Unless you use your safe word, you’re stuck, sub.”

  That wasn’t happening. She was not using her safe word. This really wasn’t that bad. Was it?

  Looking at the crowd forming around the stage, she decided it was that bad. In all her life, she’d never felt this exposed, this vulnerable. People saw her, every inch of her, as she knelt on the floor by the bondage bed with nothing on her body except the ropes gently anchoring her elbows behind her back. They could hear her hyperventilate, probably smell her fear. Oh, gosh. I can’t—

  Before she had time to finish her though, Deke appeared, his face thunderous and his body stiff as a board. “What the fuck are you doing, Sarah?” He turned to Adam then demanded, “And why the hell are you helping her?”

  As soon as she got an eyeful of Deke, she lowered her gaze to the floor submissively. “Sir?” She heard the tremble in her tone, but she didn’t comment on it.

  Neither did Deke. “Sarah, you don’t have to do this. I know what you’re thinking.”

  No, he didn’t. “Sir, you’re struggling with what happened. But you need to see you can take care of me and protect me.”

  Using his hand, Deke tilted her head back until she had to meet his tortured eyes. “This isn’t the way, Sarah. You’re not ready for bondage. I know how ropes make you feel.”

  She shook her head. “And I know that you need this. You have to understand that I trust you with my heart, my body, and my soul.”

  “No,” Deke replied brusquely as he turned to walk away. “I don’t need this.”

  Adam grabbed Deke by the arm. “Hell no, you don’t. This is too important for you to walk away again.”

  Deke stared at Adam’s hand, his eyes cold. “Get your hand off me, Adam. This is not up for discussion.”

  Tightening his grip, Adam snapped, “No. You will stay, and you will listen. Then you can walk away. But if you do, just keep going. I’m not playing with you anymore.”

  Deke gave Adam the uncompromising I am Dom, you are sub stare that she loved so much. But Adam sent it right back.

  Sighing, Deke relaxed marginally. “Fine. Talk.”

  Sarah swallowed convulsively as she peered up at Deke. “I know how you feel, and I get it. But I don’t feel that way. I trust you. And if this is the way to prove it to you, I will, because I know you would never do anything to hurt me. You love me. You told me you do.”

  He had told her. The night of the incident with BR, she’d confessed what she’d overheard. Upset, he’d apologized and admitted his feelings. He’d explained everything. And despite his recent actions, she knew he did love her. That was what had carried her through on the days that it seemed like he didn’t even like being near her.

  Deke’s eyes softened. “I do love you, Sarah, more than my own life. But—”

  “Then show me,” she whispered, knowing that she shouldn’t interrupt him but realizing if she didn’t, he would talk himself into walking away. “Show me, Sir.”

  Deke stood there, still as a statue, for a minute. Then he changed, his whole demeanor transforming. “You do know that I will spank you for this.”

  She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  “And you realize that I expect you to submit to us in front of all these people.”

  Immediately, she replied, “Yes, Sir.”

  Adam released Deke’s arm. “She knows. I’ve already warned her.”

  “Good.” Deke went for the buttons on his dress shirt. One by one, he methodically released them. When he was done, he removed the shirt completely and tossed it aside. “If you weren’t tied up, I would require you fold my shirt, sub. But since you are, I’ll make an exception.”

  Sarah nibbled on her bottom lip. “Thank you.”

  Deke arched an eyebrow. “Sir?”

  She nodded. “Thank you, Sir.”

  Beside Deke, Adam chuckled, much to her annoyance. But knowing when to keep her mouth shut, she never said a word. Instead, she lowered her eyes and waited.

  Ominously, Deke began to circle around her. He gave her a wide berth at first. But with each pass, he grew closer. Adam joined in, walking in the opposite direction of Deke, and she worried her heart might just pound out of her chest.

  “Nice chain stitch, Adam,” Deke murmured appreciatively. “Personally, I would have gone with something a little different.”

  Adam smiled. “I thought that knot would be a good place to start. I wouldn’t want to push her too hard right now. After all, she is having playtime in public for the first time.”

  Oh crap. Sarah shivered. She’d forgotten about the group of people observing her with her two Doms. But remembering them, feeling their hot eyes on her, caressing her skin and burning into her flesh, had her anxiety morphing into arousal.

  “Where would you like to start?” Adam asked Deke.

  “Naughty subs get their asses spanked.” She heard the amusement in Deke’s voice. “I want to see our sub with red cheeks.”

  Sarah clenched her thighs as moisture flooded her pussy. She had to suck in a quick breath through her teeth to ease the burn in her lungs from lack of oxygen.

  “I knew you were a smart man,” Adam declared before lifting her from the floor as though she weighed no more than a feather.

 
“Eep,” she squealed.

  Adam swatted her ass with a firm hand. “Quiet.”

  Knowing she should listen to her Dom, she went silent. Save for her breathing, there was no peep coming from her.

  “Good girl,” Deke murmured. “I think I’ll take off five for that.”

  Curious, she had to bite her lip to keep from asking how many swats she was actually going to get. She figured that right now was not the time to be pushing them for anything, let alone frivolous answers.

  Relaxing in Adam’s arms, she allowed him to carry her to the bed where Deke was now sitting. He handed her off to Deke, who flipped her over easily, despite the rope binding her arms, and positioned her face down with her butt up in the air.

  “You get twenty swats,” Deke told her as he caressed her bottom with his hand. The slow, methodical movement had her relaxing further. “You get five for not confronting me personally, five for sneaking into the dungeon, and five for pushing me in front of all these people. Not to mention, I still owe you five for disobeying me at BR’s.”

  Sarah’s head swam. Twenty? She wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. It did sound like an awfully big number.

  “Keep in mind, I’m being lenient. Next time, I won’t go so easy.”

  Sarah shuddered. “Yes Sir. Twenty.”

  “You will count each one,” Adam instructed from somewhere behind her. “If you forget or miscount, we will add one swat each time. Understand?”

  She squeezed her eyes shut as she prepared for the first blow. “Yes, Sir.”

  Deke cleared his throat, obviously demanding her attention. “Green?”

  “Green, Sir.”

  As soon as she uttered her agreement, a giant hand came down on her ass with a crack. The noise was loud, eerily voluminous, in the room that should be filled with moans and groans. But there was no noise. No nothing. She had a feeling that if she were to look, they would have the whole crowd gathered around them.

  The reminder of being viewed by voyeurs surrounding them turned her trembles into outright tremors. But that had nothing on the spike of lust from Deke’s blow. “One,” she moaned as heat bloomed in her ass, warmth sizzling across her skin at record speed.

  Then came another whack from Deke.

  “Two,” she squealed.

  Then Deke doled out another smack, this one packing a wallop. She arched, crying out, “Three.”

  Adam chuckled. “Her ass is beautiful. Look at all that pink.”

  Apparently, admiring wasn’t enough for Adam. He must have wanted to inspect the color closer because he reached out and pinched her ass unmercifully. The pain of his finger’s nip on her sensitized skin careened through her, and she yelped, “Ouch!”

  Her agonized cry was met with chuckles from both her Doms and the people watching nearby. She heard whispering from the nameless, faceless spectators. But she wasn’t given time to dwell on them or what they could be saying before Deke rained down fifteen more blows.

  With each strike he delivered, he didn’t hit the same spot twice. He kept no rhythm, no warning, just one then the next, over and over. After a while, the whacks blended together. But she managed to somehow count as they’d instructed her. Thank goodness.

  By the time Deke hit the number nineteen, tears seeped from her eyes. She could barely talk. Her ass burned. Her cheeks were ablaze from the continuous lick of heat dancing across the flesh. And her poor pussy ached, the agony of her arousal torturing her.

  “Sarah?” Adam asked, obviously reminding her to count.

  “N–N–Nineteen?” Oh crap. Or was it twenty?

  Deke chuckled darkly as he rubbed her bottom in soothing circles. Out of nowhere, he growled,” Wrong,” then his hand struck her cheek once again. “That was twenty, sub. Now we’re done.”

  Relieved, Sarah deflated onto Deke’s lap. Thank heavens. My butt needs a breather.

  “I’m proud,” Adam announced. “You took that better than I would have thought.” Without another word, he grabbed her, manhandling her in the sexiest way possible, and lifted her off Deke. He spun around then stalked to the front of the bed where he deposited her on the floor. “Maybe you’ll really like this.”

  “Huh?” she squeaked. “Like what?”

  Adam arched an eyebrow, his dare implicit. “Do you have something you want to ask?”

  No, she didn’t.

  “Or are you ready for your treat?” Adam continued.

  She was ready. “Treat, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” Adam wrapped his big, strong hands around the upper part of her arms and jerked her back against him. Their bodies touched, hers pressing intimately to his, and he lowered his head until his mouth was even with her ear. “You’re a very, very good girl.”

  Adam’s velvety voice glided over her skin, and she shivered. “Thank you, Sir.”

  Tantalizingly, Adam skimmed his fingertips down her arms, stopping just above her bindings. “See what I mean? You know exactly what to say and when to say it,” he whispered as he tugged on one end of the rope. The stitch swiftly unraveled, and she was free. But she didn’t stay that way for long.

  Adam hauled her around to face him. Before she had time to catch her breath, he manacled her wrists, the touch of his hands amazingly firm yet somehow gentle. He drew her hands together then turned them and placed them palm to palm. With noticeable care, he wrapped the rope he’d just released her from around her wrists and set about binding them.

  As Adam worked, Deke appeared at her side. He held a pair of surgical scissors in one hand and a flogger in the other. And he wore a wicked smile that she felt all the way to her wet pussy. “Do you like, sub?” he inquired as he fingered one of the long leather tails with the bottommost tip of the scissors. “We picked this one out just for you.”

  Sarah’s heart picked up speed, and she squirmed. “You did?”

  Deke nodded. “We wanted something special for your first time.”

  “Yes, we did,” Adam agreed as he inspected his handiwork. “How does that feel?”

  “Perfect.”

  “Good,” Adam growled.

  A heartbeat later, Sarah found herself bent at the waist, facedown on the bed with her bound hands above her head. She was impressed by the speed and fluidity of Adam’s move and couldn’t suppress a smile. “Wow.”

  Chuckles filled the air again. But she only heard two, the two that mattered.

  Behind her, she felt one man ran a fingertip down the length of her spine. She involuntarily arched. The move was a little bit awkward in her position but not impossible. And chill bumps skittered along her back before sweeping through her body. “I think she likes that, Deke.”

  “I do, too.”

  Rotating her head, she looked for her Doms. But they weren’t close enough for her to see. The only people in her sight were in the crowd gathered around them. Suddenly nervous, her breath hitched. “Sirs?”

  “We’re here,” Deke assured as he moved into her line of sight. “We wouldn’t leave you.”

  Sarah had no doubt about that, but she still couldn’t calm her hammering heart. She needed one of them close to her. She needed one of them to hold her.

  Deke apparently anticipated her desire because he came over to her and lay out on the bed beside her. He had to lie upside down so they were face-to-face, but he didn’t seem to mind.

  Smiling softly, Deke took her hand into his and squeezed. “Adam’s going to make it feel so good, sub. The deerskin is so damn soft. It’ll make the flogging feel like the most sensual massage.”

  Breathing deeply, Sarah drew out each breath as she waited. But Adam did nothing. He simply said, “Spread your legs.”

  She did.

  “Brace yourself,” Adam instructed. “I need you to remain steady.”

  Again, she followed his order. She planted her feet on the floor as firmly as she could. Apparently, she unconsciously stiffened because Deke brushed a kiss across her forehead and said, “Don’t. You need to relax.”
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  That was easier said than done, but she forced herself to loosen her muscles and allow the bed to take the brunt of her weight. She continued to slow her breathing. But that lasted a mere second. When the feel of leather came in contact with her backside, she jolted.

  Deke was there to stop her. He held on to her so she didn’t move far. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

  “Y–Y–Yeah,” she miraculously stammered as Adam brushed the tails down her spine. He swept the flogger from side to side. Each time the tips stroked her skin, she writhed, her moans saturating the cool air.

  “Do you remember your safe word?” Deke asked out of the blue.

  Confused, she blurted out, “Red.”

  “Good girl,” Deke growled. As soon as the words left his lips, he leaned forward and kissed her. Surprised, it took her a minute to catch up with him. But she did.

  While Deke kissed her fast and furiously, Adam finally reached her bottom with the flogger. Only he didn’t wait as she’d expected him to. He immediately brought the tails down on her flesh, and she moaned into Deke’s mouth.

  The flogger’s caress was amazingly light, the impact smooth as silk. She’d expected discomfort. But no, the stroke of soft leather felt good, extremely arousing. Deke had been right. It was like a warm, sensual massage.

  Adam increased the speed and force of his strikes, building the pleasure slowly, but the heavy blows never morphed into pain. The flogger he wielded electrified and inflamed her further and further, leaving her mindless with lust. The sensation was heady and addicting. And she never wanted the flogging to end. But then as quickly as it had started, Adam stopped, and Deke pulled away.

  “No,” she grumbled without thinking. “Sirs.”

  “Nice try,” Deke said while helping her up then reaching for her binds. Using the surgical scissors he’d held in his hand, he cut her loose. “But it’s time for us to fuck that pretty little pussy and ass. We have years of playing ahead of us.”

  Yes, they did. They had forever. Besides, it wasn’t like Sarah was going to complain about being fucked by Adam and Deke. Nope. No way. So instead, she allowed Adam to throw her on the bed. Then he was on her, rolling her underneath his already naked body. “You did well.”