Protecting His Subs

by Eileen Green

  Tears shimmered in her eyes as she watched him. Jackson watched as she took a deep breath. “I get this way when I’m nervous. All of this…” She gestured with her arm between him, Tinker, and then toward the curtain before placing her hand back on her thigh. “I convinced myself that the books I read really were just fiction. Places like this didn’t really exist, even though I know what I saw the night I met you. Or, perhaps that they existed, but they weren’t so public about things.”

  “What do you mean by that?” asked Jackson, wanting to know where she was going with this.

  She took another deep breath and seemed to be thinking for a moment. “I imagined people coming here at different times to use the-the-the things out there. There are people watching people get spanked, whipped, f…they’re having sex out there where people can see them.”

  Abigail’s voice rose with each word, and with each word, they came quicker. If he didn’t watch it, he was going to have a hysterical woman on his hands.

  “Sweetheart, what you read in those books can be written by people who have no idea what BDSM is. And then, there are some that are written by people in the lifestyle. You have to know which ones sound credible when you read them. This club, as many of them are throughout the world, is here to let us practice our lifestyle behind closed doors, with equipment we’d like to use but most people can’t have in their homes.

  “Here we can utilize the things we need. We have a safe place to play with the dungeon monitors watching to make sure everyone is all right with what’s going on. If Sindy didn’t want to be strapped down to the bench, she would use her safe word. If she wasn’t comfortable with being fucked by her man, or having her breasts played with by someone from the crowd, she’d use her safe word. And if her man didn’t comply, then the dungeon monitor would intervene and stop the scene. You read the information in the release you signed. You have to trust that the system works here.”

  Jackson knew it was a lot of information to process, but he really needed Abigail to understand what was fiction and what was reality. He was willing to let her know about other clubs that she could go to and find the truth if she needed it.

  “Communication is the essential quality in a D/s relationship,” Tinker said, drawing her attention toward him. “The next is trust. You have to put your trust in the person you are letting do despicable things to you.” He grinned with that one. Jackson liked that about Tinker. He had a sense of humor.

  “May we come in?” a deep voice asked from outside the curtain.

  Alex “Tiger” Daniels was the owner of the Tiger’s Lair. He and Jackson had served together in the Navy. Alex was the leader of their Seal team. Jackson had come onto the team about three years after Alex had come on board.

  Alex had retired first and had contacted Jackson when Jackson was discharged. He had opened a club here in Denver and wanted Jackson to help him run it.

  Both men had bonded over their propensity for the BDSM lifestyle. Of course, while they were in the service, they couldn’t practice it as much as they could if they were civilians.

  Jackson jumped at the chance to work with Alex again. When he had moved to Denver, he didn’t have much in the way of personal items. He would be starting over. The apartment Alex gave him in the club was empty. However, he was given free rein to decorate it as he wanted. He had hoped one day he could have his own woman to help fill up the loneliness of the place.

  “Come on in,” Jackson answered.

  Alex opened the curtain enough to let Emma and Trevor in before he followed them through. He closed it again to indicate the privacy was still needed.

  Jackson and Tinker both stood until Emma was seated next to Abigail, and then they resumed their seats. Trevor knelt a bit to Emma’s right while Alex sat on the ottoman in front of his woman.

  “Abigail, do you mind if I talk to you about what you are experiencing?” Emma asked.

  Emma was the secretary for the club, and had been for three years. Alex had his eye on the woman from the moment she began working for him, but she had the mindset that she was too big for the owner of a BDSM club to be interested in. Once Alex made his move, they were on the road and encountered Trevor. Alex was able to cement their relationship while on that trip, and the people they were going to see in Montana helped Emma with her fears of the lifestyle. He hoped she could do the same for Abigail.

  Jackson smiled. “Of course.”

  Abigail turned toward Emma who smiled at her. “Abigail, in this lifestyle, no matter what you read or what you think, the sub is the one with all the power. Any man worthy of being called a Dom knows this. Has Jackson talked to you about safe words?”

  Nodding, Abigail vocalized, “Yes. We went with the red, yellow, and green light system.”

  “Good,” Emma said, her own smile appearing. “So, if you absolutely don’t like something, after you’ve tried it of course, then you call red. Jackson will stop. You guys can discuss what is happening with you and what you are feeling, but it’s up to you if you want to continue. The control is yours. It’s not to say that you have all the control in the relationship, just in the D/s side of it.

  “Yellow is used for if you aren’t certain about what is being done to you, or perhaps, you are uncomfortable in some way. I used it a couple of weeks ago when I felt as if something was cutting into me while Alex was flogging me. We’re not sure how it happened, but there was some glitter that had gotten onto some of the falls. Sure enough, there were red scratch marks on my behind. He made sure the glitter was gone from the flogger, and then he only flogged my back and shoulders.”

  Emma gave a laugh at the scenario. Then she went on. “If Alex hadn’t respected my safe word, then I would have lost a lot of respect for him as a man, and as a Dom.”

  “There have been Doms and Dommes that have been reprimanded here at the club for not adhering to their sub’s safe words,” Trevor intervened.

  “What happens to them?” Abigail asked curiously. She was finally beginning to open up.

  “We have classes here every week in one subject or another. If someone doesn’t abide by the rules, we have a reminder course for them. If they repeat the action again, they are given a suspension of a month, and if they continue with the same behavior, then their membership is revoked.” Alex was careful with his club, and he didn’t mind explaining to Abigail what could happen if safe words were ignored.

  “Has that happened before? Here, I mean?” Abigail asked, her body beginning to relax against Jackson.

  “Yes. It has,” Alex answered. “And, when their memberships are terminated, we contact other clubs in the area to put them on alert of the person and the crime. We aren’t just protecting our own subs here. We are protecting all the subs that come into this club. If Emma hadn’t called yellow that night and one of the dungeon monitors had seen the red marks, they have the right to call the scene until it is put to rights. Even a Dom can call red.”

  “Huh?” Abigail grunted in confusion.

  Alex continued. “The Dom was using a bull whip on his sub, who was tied up to a St. Andrew’s cross. After a while, he noticed that her body was sagging in the constraints. When she didn’t say anything, he called red, and the dungeon monitor came over to help him get her off the cross as quickly as possible. She was unresponsive, and they had to call the paramedics. As it turned out, she was diabetic, and her insulin levels were so low she was slipping into a diabetic coma. They got her to the hospital in time, but the moral of the story is, if a man, or woman, is a good top or Dom, they respect the safe word, no matter who called it.”

  “So, even though you have two very masculine men that want you very much, they are more your slaves here in the club.” Emma spoke gleefully, but two manly growls were heard from Alex and Trevor. “Understand?”

  “I believe so. There’s just so much to take in.” As Abigail spoke, Jackson could see her relaxing. However, there were going to be questions and doubts until she finally got settled into the lifestyle
and into the relationship with him and Tinker.

  Emma gathered Abigail in her arms and gave her a bit squeeze. “If you ever have any fears, or questions, don’t hesitate to come to me.”

  “I will,” Abigail whispered back. “Thank you.”

  The two women pulled away from each other, and Trevor and Alex stood. Trevor helped Emma up. “We’ll leave you alone now,” Alex announced. “We’re just across the hall from each other, at least until the house hunting ends. Our door is always open to you all. Well, almost always open.”

  Laughter broke the tension at Alex’s joke, lighting the mood in the area. Alex escorted his subs out past the curtains, and Jackson could hear him tell Emma, “I’m proud of you. You’re a becoming an asset to the club.”

  Jackson gathered Abigail against him, his hand running down her arm. “Did that help?” he asked quietly.

  “Yes.” Abigail laid her head on his chest. “Thank you.”

  “No thanks needed. We’ve kind of been in our own little world this past week, and I didn’t teach you that much about etiquette here at the club. Forgive me?” Jackson had to hope she would, and he hoped that he could get some kind of relief.

  Since he walked through Abigail’s door last week, he had had a perpetual hard-on. He needed to taste his woman, and then sink himself into her cunt. And, while he was doing that, he would be sucking on Tinker’s cock.

  “Of course,” she murmured, her breath warm against his skin.

  “Good, because I need you.”

  “Here?” she asked, shock in her voice.

  “When these curtains are closed, there is total privacy. They let the others know this is a do-not-disturb zone. That’s why Alex called out before entering,” Jackson explained as he helped her sit up. He looked at Tinker. “I need you to move. Let me get our girl situated here, and then I’ll tend to you.”

  Tinker jumped up, his glee evident in his moves. The bulge at the front of his leathers was evident of his arousal. Jackson swallowed hard in anticipation.

  Standing, Jackson halted Abigail from following him. “Sit back on the couch, but I want your bottom at the edge. Then, spread your legs for me, baby girl. I want to taste your honey.”

  Chapter Five

  Heat kissed her cheeks as Abigail did as instructed. She was going to get eaten out in a BDSM club, and hopefully fucked. This was something she never imagined herself doing. Ever.

  The couch was comfortable as she leaned back into the overstuffed cushion. Her pussy was at the edge of the sofa, the leather warm against her bottom since they had been sitting there for a while.

  Looking up at Jackson, she saw the sheer lust in his eyes. A glance at Tinker, she saw the same thing. That warmth that consumed her face continued down through her body to her core. It amazed her that she could do that to these two men. Never before had she felt sexy or wanton, but the way her men were looking at her now, she felt so empowered.

  Jackson’s lips curled into a wicked smile as he used his foot to move the ottoman that was in his way to the side. As he knelt between her spread legs, he never took his eyes off her cunt. “Take off your pants, boy,” he ordered as he slid his hands up her shins. “Then kneel next to baby girl on the couch.”

  Tinker did as he was instructed, not hesitating a beat. He had to move the zipper down gingerly for the bulge that was behind it made it difficult to do. Abigail watched as the gold zipper went down. Tinker’s cock sprang forward. Long, hard, and thick, it sprouted out of a trimmed patch of dark hair. At the tip was a bead of liquid, causing her mouth to water.

  Carefully, he got on the sofa, his dick so close to her. She longed to touch it, to slip it in her mouth, but she refrained, not wanting to upset Jackson.

  Jackson’s hands moved past her knees on the insides of her thighs until his fingers stopped at the edge of her panties. His gaze stayed on her face, as if he was gauging her reactions.

  “Lift your ass,” he ordered, not bothering to curb his words.

  Doing as she was told, she raised her butt off the sofa, and Jackson quickly pulled her panties down until they were to her knees. She lowered herself as he gathered the black silky material in both hands and ripped them apart. A shriek escaped her.

  “You don’t need these anymore. In fact, at home, you are not to wear panties at all.”

  That surprised her and caused her face to heat up again.

  “Oh, look at that cunt!” he admired. “Freshly waxed.”

  Tinker had taken Abigail to a salon earlier in the day and had them wax her pussy. It hurt like hell, but when she felt it afterward, she found she liked it. It was so smooth, making her feel decadent. Now, Jackson was looking at it like he could eat her up. Well, she was hoping he would.

  His face disappeared between her legs in an instant. She felt his hot breath a microsecond before his mouth was covering her mound. Her hips rose up as she tried to get him to take more of her, but he pulled back. A sardonic grin appeared on his full lips.

  “Keep your butt on the sofa, or I’ll have to tie you down,” he warned.

  His face was still close to her pussy as he spoke. Hot breath fanned her flesh. His words went straight to her core. She felt cream leak from her slit as she lowered her hips. The threat of being tied down kicked her arousal up to the next level, but she wanted to be good for him.

  Jackson made her wait before he lowered his head again. The moment his mouth covered her, a moan escaped her. His tongue swept up her slit, and the groan that escaped him caused little vibrations to tingle against her skin.

  Abigail had never had a man do what Jackson was doing. The men she had dated had played with her there, but not once had a mouth been pressed against her.

  Not wanting to know how many women, or men, Jackson had had before her, Abigail tried to think of what he was doing with his tongue. He was an expert with it.

  Starting from her opening, he moved up through the channel between her labia, and then he struck her clit. When her hips began to rise, she looked down and found Jackson looking up at her from the position he held. Moving back down, she let a moan of delight.

  Sharp zings shot out from her clit to the other parts of her pussy as Jackson repeatedly licked over the hard bundle of nerves. Every so often, he would drag his teeth across her clit, causing her to cry out.

  Her hands found Jackson’s shoulders, and she found herself holding tight to him as he continued his assault. Currents of electricity coursed through her cunt and then out to further edges of her pussy. To her surprise, Jackson slipped a finger inside of her pussy.

  She felt her vaginal walls trying to hold on to his finger when he began to pull out. He twisted his hand and his finger slid back in, this time to where the pad of his finger touched a sweet spot as he pulled out again.

  Several times he repeated the action, the whole time sucking on her clit. When he added another finger, she couldn’t help herself as she exclaimed, “Aarrggghh.”

  Jackson began to shuttle his fingers in and out of her pussy. Each time he hit the spot on the upper wall of her cunt. Soon, she felt a tingling sensation begin from that area. With each pass, the sensation grew until it was consuming her core.

  It felt so good, she was lost to his touch. It felt as if an explosion occurred within her, electricity shooting out to all areas of her body. She had no control of her body as her hips rose from the couch and her back arched. It felt as if she came all the way to her fingers and toes as her hearing turned into white noise. She had closed her eyes, but even with them closed, fireworks exploded behind her eyelids.

  Abigail wasn’t sure how long her massive orgasm lasted, but when she finally came back to herself, she found herself still holding on to Jackson’s shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.

  He didn’t seem to mind, for he had Tinker’s cock in his mouth, moving up and down on the long thick shaft. Tinker’s head was tossed back as his hips moved to meet Jackson’s mouth, the two working together.

  She was in awe as she
watched Jackson giving head to Tinker, or Tinker fucking Jackson in the mouth.

  Both men were moaning loudly as they worked together to achieve the goal of getting Tinker off. When Tinker’s rhythm began to falter, his hips thrusting wildly, Abigail assumed he was close. Tinker placed his hand on Jackson’s head and slammed his cock one more time into Jackson’s mouth.

  A cry of ecstasy emanated from Tinker as his body shook through his orgasm. Jackson gurgled as it looked like he was trying to swallow the load his boy was giving him.

  It was another minute before Tinker pulled out of Jackson’s mouth which was no longer pressed up against Tinker’s crotch, and he fell back on the couch, his body still trembling. Jackson laid his cheek upon Abigail’s thigh after he placed a kiss there.

  In that moment, with that sweet gesture, Abigail knew she was in love with the man.

  * * * *

  Synapses fired throughout his body as he came down from coming the hardest he ever had. Tinker felt tremors quake in his body, though they were coming further and further apart as he lay haphazardly on the cool leather of the couch.

  He had been surprised when Jackson leaned over as Abigail rode her orgasmic bliss and took Tinker’s cock in his mouth. The hot moist cavern that took him deep was heavenly, and fit him just right.

  Jackson was able to take him all the way to his throat, and when he swallowed around the head of Tinker’s dick, the latter had to find a way to keep from coming right away. Running through batting averages for his favorite baseball player was the best he could come up with, but it didn’t work for long.

  Becoming lost in the sensations, Tinker began to thrust in and out of his Dom’s mouth, a place he wanted to be often. And, as he began to come down Jackson’s throat, he knew that he would do whatever it took to be in Jackson’s life.