Mastering Melody (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Rachel Clark

  I don’t even care when I hear the door open.

  Of course that’s the moment Bradley flips my skirt down and helps me to stand.

  “Does my little sub understand the rules now?” he asks in a whisper, the smile on his face making me shake with annoyance as well as arousal. I have to swallow twice before I can answer him.

  “Yes, Sir,” I whisper back with a quick glance at the people who’ve just walked into the foyer.

  * * * *

  Bradley couldn’t believe how much fun he was having. Never in his wildest dreams had he considered that playing mind games with his sub would be so entertaining. Letting Melody believe she was being spanked in the foyer of an ordinary restaurant had been more fun than he could ever remember. The fact that she was shivering, on the verge of orgasm, ready to tip over the edge had made the arrival of new patrons even more perfect in their timing. He couldn’t have asked for better if he’d set the whole thing up in advance.

  Haley came back to the hostess’s podium, grabbed their menus, and led them to a table at the far end of the restaurant, apparently guessing correctly that they would continue to play throughout their meal.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  I’m so embarrassed that I don’t even try to look around. I just put my head down and follow Ryan. Bradley stays by my side, his arm around my waist, thankfully holding me up when my knees feel so shaky. Fortunately, Haley leads us to a booth at the far end of the restaurant, and I give her a grateful smile as she hands us menus and takes our drink orders.

  Bradley orders lemonade for me.

  To say I’m annoyed is quite an understatement. He knows I always have a single glass of wine with dinner. I’m not a big drinker, but it is something I enjoy. I’m about ready to give him another reason to spank me in public when I finally realize that’s exactly his plan.

  It takes me a moment to drag my emotions back under control, but I grind my teeth and decide there is no way I’m going to let him win. Eventually I even manage to smile serenely as Bradley and Ryan talk about their days. Apparently my input is not required, so I tune out the conversation and instead concentrate on all of the things I was supposed to do this week. I’ll need to make a couple of phone calls tomorrow to cancel appointments.

  The warm touch of a hand on each of my knees brings me back to the here and now. I glance around frantically as Ryan and Bradley open my legs wide. Thank heavens for thick damask tablecloths. At least the people sitting around us can’t see what’s happening under the table.

  “What’s the matter, little sub? Don’t you want your reward?”

  I turn my gaze to Ryan and try not to show how confused I am. Maybe I shouldn’t have tuned out their conversation. Fingers caress the inside of my thigh as Bradley’s hand moves closer to my pussy.

  I glance around the restaurant again, very aware of how many people can see me. Even if they can’t see what’s going on under the table, they’ll be able to tell just from the expression on my face.

  “It doesn’t feel like a reward,” I whisper frantically.

  “Really?” Bradley asks as his fingers glide over the slippery flesh of my aching pussy. “Well, as your Doms we say this is a reward. And since your Doms are always right…”

  He pushes several fingers into my pussy. I try to wriggle away, but Ryan obviously expected that because his hand is on my lower back, holding me in place as Bradley starts to finger fuck me in the middle of a crowded restaurant.

  My hips start rocking toward his fingers without my control. My brain is screaming “No!” My body is saying, “Hell, yeah!”

  I gasp as the first ripples of orgasm wash over me. Ryan grips the back of my neck, holding me still as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth and mimics the way Bradley is fucking me with his fingers. I’m trying to hold myself still, trying to hide what’s happening, trying to somehow ride out my orgasm without anyone noticing. Wave after wave of heat washes over me as a mixture of relief and embarrassment slides through my veins.

  I yelp as one of my Masters pinches my nipple hard.

  Thankfully, Ryan’s kiss absorbs most of the sound, but I can feel myself blushing all over. I’m still trying to catch my breath and my pussy is still throbbing around Bradley’s fingers when the first course arrives.

  Holy heavens.

  * * * *

  Ryan pulled Melody closer as Bradley excused himself and went into the men’s room.

  “Are you okay, Mel?” he asked quietly.

  “Yes and no,” she said, sounding tired. “I think I can honestly say that’s the first orgasm I’ve ever had that I didn’t enjoy.”

  “Not at all?” he asked, smoothing back her hair so he could see her eyes more clearly.

  “Well, maybe a little, but it’s not an experience I want to repeat. Every muscle in my body is aching. I couldn’t relax enough to enjoy it the way I would have at home.” She sat back, glanced over to where Bradley had disappeared into the bathroom, and whispered, “Please don’t let him do that again.”

  He sure as hell didn’t want to try and tell his younger brother what to do. When they’d started this endeavor Ryan had assumed that, as the more experienced Dom, he would be leading the way, but Bradley’s enthusiasm suggested that dominating Melody was a far different experience to those he’d had at the club a couple of years ago. “Why didn’t you use your safe word?” Ryan asked quietly.

  “I didn’t want to hurt either of you.” She bit her bottom lip in an echo of the uncertain, awkward teenager she’d once been. “But I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to forgive you both if you get me arrested.”

  “That’s not going to happen, Mel. Not here.” She gave him a surprised look. “This restaurant is owned by one of the subs at my club. Monday nights Sandra opens it to friends only. Everyone in this restaurant right now lives some form of the BDSM lifestyle.”

  “Oh,” Melody said, sitting up a little straighter, “that’s a relief. Although I still doubt your friend appreciates us messing around.”

  “Actually,” he said, taking her hand. He pressed it against the plastic covering the seat. Obviously she hadn’t noticed it as they’d sat down. “Feel that?” She nodded slowly. “This is one of the booths Sandra specifically sets up for playtime on Monday nights. This whole back section is not even available during the week.”

  “Oh, thank god,” she said as Bradley came back into the main area and stopped to speak to an older couple at a table across the other side of the room.

  “We’re safe here,” Ryan reassured her. And judging by the wicked grin on his brother’s face, that was just as well.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  I’m about ready to tear Bradley’s clothes to shreds and have my way with him. Or maybe I’ll just tear him in two. Good grief, I finally managed to relax enough in the restaurant to perhaps enjoy an orgasm, and instead my nasty fiancé held me on the precipice all night and wouldn’t let me come.

  My teeth are starting to ache, because I’m holding my jaw so damn tight.

  But instead of following Ryan up to his apartment, Bradley leads me through the dark club and into a room I’ve never seen before. I shiver when I realize it’s filled with various types of bondage equipment. Bradley grins, takes me in his arms, and kisses me until I can’t think straight. I don’t even realize Ryan has joined us until he starts to buckle his leather cuffs around my wrists.

  “What are your safe words, little sub?”

  I give them both a shy smile. Why the hell I would feel shy now when I spent the drive home plotting ways to make them pay for getting me this horny I have absolutely no idea, but it doesn’t stop me from blushing.

  “Red to stop. Yellow to slow down. Green to go.”

  “Good girl,” Ryan says as he leads me over to a spanking bench that’s almost high enough to lift my feet off the floor. I tremble as he strips my clothes away and then lifts me into place. He and Bradley quickly secure my cuffs, and I try to breathe through the mixture of panic and excitement d
rilling through me.

  The first slap on my bottom is a very welcome relief from my own inner thoughts. I’m not even sure who’s spanking me, but this time it’s exactly as I imagined it might be. My bottom stings, the heat surging through me to warm my entire body. Gradually they get harder, more frequent, less predictable, the slaps landing on both my ass and thighs.

  I moan in delight as my arousal starts to peak.

  “Come for us, little sub,” Ryan says close to my ear. He caresses my spine as Bradley starts slapping me harder, the sting strangely appealing, the ache in my bottom making me tingle all over. I gasp, trying to wriggle away as something hard is pressed against my pussy lips. It’s not a cock. It’s not either of my lovers, but Bradley forces it inside me.

  I scream as orgasm explodes through me, my pussy pulsing around the strange thing inside. Both men caress me as wave after wave of delicious completion washes over me, but before I can even recover Bradley starts thrusting that hard circular thing inside me. It feels like a ball shape, but I’m quickly distracted from trying to identify it when cold lube dribbles down the crack between my butt cheeks.

  I undulate against my bonds, knowing what comes next, my experience this morning with a butt plug still fresh in my mind. This time they’re less gentle, pressing the slippery plug against my anus only a few times before pushing it deep inside me. I groan as the muscles are forced open, the sting short lived as Bradley crams the full length inside me. I sigh in relief as my body closes around the end of the plug.

  “What are your safe words, little sub?” Bradley asks as he moves around the spanking bench to see my eyes.

  “Red for stop. Yellow to slow down,” I say on a gasping sort of groan as the plug in my ass and the thing in my pussy both begin to vibrate.

  “Would you like to use your one of your safe words?” Bradley asks as he leans over and presses a kiss to my temple. I manage to shake my head, but words seem impossible to form. Hell, the last thing on my mind is stopping.

  “Good girl,” Ryan says from behind me. I feel him remove the thing from my pussy, moan as he slides his cock into me instead, and practically sing hallelujah when he starts to fuck me hard. Trapped against the spanking bench I can do nothing but take it. I wriggle anxiously when he pulls away, but then Bradley slams his cock into me and starts fucking me even harder.

  Over and over they take turns fucking me, using me for their pleasure, groaning each time as they pull away. But then everything stops.

  I’m very literally covered in sweat, every muscle, every nerve, every cell in my body trembling on the precipice of something truly amazing. I whimper as the plug stops vibrating and someone starts to pull it out.

  It’s quickly replaced by a cock that is far wider. Ryan steps to the side again, his warm hands running over my face as he assesses my reaction. He must have found what he was looking for, because he nods to his brother and Bradley presses the head of his cock into my back passage. Thankfully it’s thickly coated in lube and he slides only a small way in before stopping to let my body adjust before moving deeper. Slowly, inexorably, he fills my ass with his cock.

  He holds still a few more moments and then starts the gentle slide back out. He’s almost completely out before he reverses the action and slides back in. Over and over he gently fills my ass and retreats. It’s a strange feeling, nothing like I was expecting, but as my body gradually loosens up and accepts him it feels even better.

  I don’t even notice Ryan undoing my bonds until Bradley lifts me off the spanking bench and holds me tight against him, still impaled on his cock. Ryan climbs onto the padded surface, lying on his back, his legs dangling off the edge and wide enough apart to give Bradley room. Carefully, between the two of them, they lower me over Ryan’s cock, his thick erection pressing into the tight confines of my pussy.

  One moment I’m grinding my teeth from the feeling of being stuffed full and the next I’m flying into orgasm.

  Holy fucking hell.

  My pussy and ass are squeezing the cocks inside me, both men are moving, thrusting into me, one in one out, always full, always moving, always shaking with their own need. I can barely breathe between them, but my legs and arms are shaking wildly, energy exploding outward as my orgasm goes on and on and on.

  Almost at the same time Bradley and Ryan push to the hilt inside my body, their cocks throbbing as they fill me with their seed. Slowly, very slowly, I start to come down from the explosive high, my muscles twitching as deep exhaustion slithers through me. I fall against Ryan, my face resting on his chest, his rapid breathing strangely soothing as I cling to him and close my eyes. I’ve never felt an emotional connection like this before—not even with these two growing up.

  I groan with Bradley as he pulls his cock from my ass. I’m waiting for him to kiss me, to perhaps cuddle me close as he carries me into the shower, but he pats my bottom and says, “Very good, little sub. That was fun.”

  Fun? I glance over my shoulder, but he’s already walking away.

  I just had the most amazing emotional experience of my life and he describes it as fun?

  I quickly close my eyes against the tears that fill them, but Ryan sees. He wraps his hand around the back of my skull, pulling my face down to rest on his chest as misery overwhelms me. He holds me close as I quietly cry out my confusion.

  * * * *

  Ryan held Melody tightly, running a hand soothingly up and down her spine as she cried. He had no idea what the hell was going on inside his brother’s head, but he was acting both way out of character and like the Dom he’d once been. But he’d always adored Melody—even when they’d been naïve kids—so his reversion to his old “just having fun” behavior now was completely unexpected.

  As the shower turned on Melody gave up trying to cry quietly. Sobs wracked her body as she poured out the grief that she was feeling. He wasn’t certain exactly what was going on, but Bradley’s sudden emotional withdrawal didn’t bode well for the future.

  Barely twenty-four hours into their contract and everything was going pear shaped. How the hell were they supposed to sustain this sort of relationship for the rest of their lives?

  * * * *

  Bradley’s hands shook as he twisted the taps on and stepped under the water. He couldn’t even explain the situation to himself, let alone stay and watch as Ryan comforted their sub. Physically he’d shared subs with other Doms before, but this was the first time he’d felt such a powerful connection. And of course, instead of staying where he was, cuddling the woman he loved, he’d panicked and left the room.

  What the hell was wrong with him?

  This was what he wanted, wasn’t it?

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  I wake as Bradley rolls me onto my stomach, lifts my hips slightly, and slides his cock straight into my swollen pussy. I moan, grateful to him for at least using lube. After last night’s three-way I’m not certain I ever want to have sex again, but it seems my Dom isn’t giving me a choice.

  He fucks me hard and fast, his cock throbbing inside me as he pumps his cum into my body. He leans over to kiss my neck, the soft suction quickly becoming uncomfortable as he marks my skin with a love bite.

  He pins me to the bed with his weight and then wriggles a hand underneath me, unerringly finding my clit. Again and again he teases the little nub, holding me down as my orgasm overwhelms me. I’m panting for breath and heat is still bouncing through my veins when he rolls off the bed and moves into the bathroom. Ten minutes later, dressed and ready for work, he presses a kiss to my forehead, admonishes me to behave for Ryan, and leaves the room without a backward glance. I actually flinch when I hear the elevator door close.

  “Go back to sleep, little sub,” Ryan says as he pulls me into the cradle of his body, my back to his front. “Tuesday is technically my only day off, and I plan to spend a good part of it just holding on to my little sub.”

  “Ry?” I ask quietly, truly hoping that he isn’t offended by what I’m about to ask. “Woul
d it be okay if we dropped the Dom-sub stuff for today?”

  “Not having fun?” he asks in a curious voice. He doesn’t sound angry, so I try to explain at least some of what is swirling through my head.

  “I’m not sure,” I answer honestly. “There have been parts that I’ve enjoyed”—even the part where I got spanked with a wooden spoon in the foyer of a restaurant—“but I miss the emotional connection to Bradley. Until last night I’ve never doubted that he loves me.”

  “He loves you,” Ryan says immediately. “I promise you that.”

  I bite my lip, not arguing but not really convinced, either.

  “What was he like as a Dom—before he gave it up for me?”

  “Are you sure you want to know?”

  “No,” I say, shaking my head, “but I think I need to.”

  Ryan shrugs. “The subs liked him.” I grind my teeth, trying not to think of my fiancé playing with naked women who weren’t me—even if it was years before we got together. “He was strict but fun. I don’t think he ever took it too seriously, though.”

  “Never?” I ask curiously. For many people the BDSM lifestyle is a necessity, a way to find satisfaction in their lives. When I first realized that Bradley had given it all up to pursue a vanilla life with me, I’d felt really guilty. I hadn’t intended for him to feel he should hide that part of himself from me. But what now? Have I gained a Dom and lost the man I love in the process?

  Okay, yes, I know it’s “dramatic much,” but I just can’t shake the feeling that he’s pulling away.

  “We’ll figure it out,” Ryan says, rubbing his hand up and down my arm. Apparently he knows me well enough to read my mind, because the next thing to come out of his mouth has me smiling. “Don’t you dare overthink this.” He presses a kiss to my temple. “Now go back to sleep, Mel. That’s an order from your best friend.”