by Zoey Marcel
Kayla mewed in pain and then groaned her submission as he began a slow, gentle fuck inside her ass. “I feel so full.”
He groaned. “You feel so tight, Kayla. I've never felt anything so hot and amazing in my life.”
“Aw, you like me best.”
Her sweet smile reflected in the mirror touched his heart. “Of course I like you best, girl. That's what I've been trying to tell you.”
He accelerated, watching her body for signs of pain. A few tiny cries were the only indication. That aside, she seemed to revel in the dirty act of taking a man's cock up her ass.
Travis's body temperature rose, and his penis swelled in her snug rectum. Every thrust moved the foreskin and electrified the nerves in his erection until he thought the pleasure would kill him. He reached for the remote and flipped the vibe in her pussy back on.
“Oh, I'm going to die!” she wailed, smashing her body harder against the table.
The buzzing drifted through the thin membrane separating both her nether holes, humming all over his thrusting dick. The low palpitations tickled his shaft, so he turned up the speed. She moaned and clutched his cock with her ass momentarily. The pressure of the squeeze combined with the powerful vibrations of the toy, causing his balls to draw up.
She lost herself in a surprised gasp when he fondled her clit. “Can I come, Sir?”
“Yes, darlin', you can come. Squeeze me real hard when you do. I want you to hug the toy real tight and squirt everywhere.”
Kayla whimpered, growing stiff beneath him as she rubbed against the table provocatively. She came suddenly, and her ass locked onto his cock with alarming force. He clapped a hand over mouth when she screamed. He was all for loud noises during sex, but he didn't want poor Jason and Armand to wake up.
Her submissive moan electrified him. The sound of her spurting her release all over the floor excited him. Her manic spasms milked his erection until he emptied his semen into the condom. Someday he'd fill her ass with his seed. The orgasm was the best of his life.
Travis couldn't hold back any longer. He had to know. He caught his breath and fondled her quivering body for a while before withdrawing and tossing the soiled condom into the wastebasket.
“Kayla, there's something I need to tell you. Something you need to know about me and I need to know about you.”
She turned to face him, sitting on the edge of the table with her feet dangling off. “What is it?”
“We—Jake, Keith, and I—we all want you.”
She got a cute grin and swung her feet in a giddy little dance. “I want you guys, too.”
“But we want a submissive.”
She looked hurt. “You want to have a sub on the side?”
Her words startled him. “What? No. We want you to be our submissive.”
She licked her lips, seeming relieved, excited, and a little uncertain. “When you say submissive, do you mean a sub or a slave?”
He shrugged. “Honestly, I'm open to either. I just want you. We've only ever had subs, but if you're open to a power exchange, we could explore that with you.”
She looked torn. “I don't really know what I want. Is that weird?”
“Not weird, just honest.”
“I mean I know I want you guys and BDSM. I just don't know if I want to be a sub or a slave.”
“We can start you out as a sub and see where we go from there.”
He pulled the blue leather collar from his sweatshirt pocket. The silver O-ring on the front and the tiny studs added a naughty quality to the choker that made him hard just imagining the collar on her.
“We bought this for you recently, but we'll take it back if you don't want to do this. This is your Collar of Consideration, Kayla. Do you know what that means?”
She nodded, hazel eyes lighting up with enthusiasm when she laid eyes on the collar. “Yeah, it's the stage where you spend time together, learning more about each other, the lifestyle, and your expectations and concerns without the training part of it.”
Her knowledge relieved him. “That's right.”
“Since I've already done that once before, could we just skip ahead to training mode?”
He blinked in surprise. “You sure?”
She nodded. “Yeah, you guys don't have to baby me. I already know I want this with you and what that entails. Just train me and explain as you go. I don't want any delays or hurdles. I just want to be yours.”
His heart moved at her words. “Sure. We'll just have to get you a training collar instead.”
She frowned. “Why can't I just wear that one as my training collar?”
“Because it's a Consideration Collar.”
She grinned and shrugged. “So?”
He pulled his hand away when she reached for the collar. “So it's the wrong color.”
“I don't care. Give it.” She got up, looking thoroughly amused when he stepped back and held the collar behind him.
“Well, I do. As one of the owners of this club, I don't want my submissive walking around wearing the wrong colored collar during the wrong stage.”
“Oh brother. I love that it's blue. Now let me see it.”
“No. I don't want people asking 'Oh, she's under Consideration?' Then I'll have to be like 'Why no. We're training her.' Then they'll be all 'You dumb idiot, why is it blue?'”
Kayla giggled and got down on her knees. “Please collar me. I thought BDSM could mean something different to everybody. So what if I wear a blue training collar? I like that it matches your eyes. It'll be like I've got your eyeballs hanging from around my neck.”
He smirked and looked down at her humored expression.
“Yeah, pretend I didn't say that last morbid part.” She caressed his bare legs, lowering her voice to a sultry hush. “Please, Travis. It means a lot that you guys bought me a collar. Please put it on me.” She wiggled in a cute little sway. “Come on. Let's be blue-collared rebels.”
He smiled at her adoringly.
“You know what I meant.” She moved her cinnamon curls aside, baring her graceful neck to him. “Please, Sir. Collar me.”
His heart thudded with completion in his chest as he fastened the dark blue collar around her pretty neck. He lifted her chin and gazed down at her, admiring the almost sacred sight of the woman he loved, naked and on her knees before him, wearing his collar.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, brushing her lower lip with his thumb. Her fond smile warmed him like the sun when the rays pour over the morning horizon. “I don't want you sleeping in the guest bedroom anymore, Kayla. From now on you'll take turns sleeping with me and my brothers on different nights of the week.”
She closed her eyes and kissed the pad of his finger. “Yes, please.”
****
Kayla went home with Travis, surprised to see Jake up.
“Either of you know what's up with Keith or where he is?” Jake asked.
Travis shook his head.
“No. I put him to bed an hour or so ago,” she said, growing concerned. “What's wrong?”
“I don't know. He called me, telling me to wake up, 'cause he had big news when he got home,” Jake explained, looking groggy and disoriented. “Don't know why it couldn't wait until morning. Where have you two been?”
Travis wore a dreamy smile and a wicked gleam in his eyes. “At the club.”
Jake grinned. “Ah. Smart man. If I wasn't so tired, I'd have taken her there myself. What did you do?”
Kayla smiled at Travis, growing warm. “We played doctor.”
The front door unlocked, and Keith walked in with Virgil Paisley and... Her jaw dropped as a cold wave of eerie shock slammed into her. The third man with them was Master Hugh.
****
Hugh's heart clenched in his chest when he saw his sweet little slave, Kayla, standing there with a look of complete shock. She wasn't his slave anymore. She belonged to his nephews now as their girlfriend if not fiancée, and probably their submissive as well.
He dismissed t
he heart-wrenching possibility from his mind and did his best to maintain a cool air of indifference and his idea of civility. If there was a chance she still cared, he'd best not exploit that or use it in any way. She wanted Travis, Jake, and Keith. He wouldn't come between them, though some possessive, selfish part of him was strongly tempted to.
“Are you all stoned or has age been kind to my face that you stare?” he quipped, making his way toward the dining room table.
“Master,” Kayla breathed.
Fiery Jake shot a troubled look over at her before a green-eyed monster reared its ugly, jealous head on his face. “I really hope you just called him bastard and not what I think you said.”
Hugh made little effort to conceal the smug smile that took up residence on his lips as he sat down, resting his hands on the cane in front of him. “You mean Laura Ingalls didn't tell you about our little history together?”
“You have a history with that son of a bitch?” Jake snapped.
“He was my Dom,” she murmured, still staring slack-jawed at Hugh.
Travis looked bothered, too, but he handled himself better than Jake did. “I thought your Dom's name was Hugh Randall.”
Hugh shook his head. “That was an alias.”
Travis frowned. “What did you need an alias for?”
“When you get to be my age, you end up with a few enemies,” Hugh explained, having to fight with himself to keep his eyes off Kayla. She wore a simple gray hoodie and jeans with sneakers, but to him she was a vision.
“I'm not surprised,” Jake snorted. “What were you thinking getting involved with a woman that much younger than you?”
“I was thinking I would teach her about sex and BDSM so she was good and green broke when I gave her back to you,” Hugh sassed. “You’re welcome.”
“Oh, you did not just say that.” Jake face-palmed himself. “Keith, what did you let this abusive motherfucker into the house for?”
“He's not who you think he is,” Keith told him. “That's not our dad.”
“What do you mean he's not our dad? Look at him. He's the spitting fucking image of him, and he's staggering around with the same damned cane,” Jake pointed out.
“Your real dad, my brother, never walked around with a cane,” Hugh informed him. “Your father died on a mission twenty-three years ago.”
Dead silence. Hugh figured he could accurately predict all of their reactions. Travis would be logical and capable of carrying on an intelligent conversation, even under a heavy situation. Jake would fly off the handle and likely throw in a few raging F-bombs. Keith would be quiet for a while before doing one of two things. He'd either go all angsty or he'd follow in Travis's shoes and be reasonable.
“How did he die?” Travis asked.
“Quickly,” Hugh replied, waiting for the reactions of the other two.
“Hang on a second.” Travis held up a hand before lowering it, seeming stunned but with it. “If what you say is true, then that means he died when Keith, Jake, and Miranda were kids.”
Hugh nodded once.
“Fuck,” Jake growled.
Keith remained silent.
“The man who came back from his mission with a cane all of a sudden and a major personality change, the father who treated us better, that was you?” Travis surmised.
“Right again,” Hugh said, amused by the furious scowl on Jake's face. “I have the medical records of his death if you need proof.”
“Fuck!” Jake yelled. “You lying motherfucker! You pretended to be that fucker all those fucking years ago? Did our mother know? Why'd you fucking do it?”
Hugh could see he'd accurately predicted Jake's reaction. “I came here initially to inform you what happened to your father. Your mother mistook me for him. She was crying her eyes out and nearly hysterical because she thought her husband was dead and was relieved to see he wasn't. She mentioned suicide. I had no idea if she meant it or not, so I let her believe I was the father of her children and the man she married.”
More silence followed, broken only by a hushed “Fuck” from Jake.
“I was never proud of what I did, but before your father died he asked me to take care of you,” Hugh said solemnly.
“Yeah, to watch out for us, not pretend to be him,” Jake spat.
“Pretty defensive of a dead man who slugged you in the face when you were a kid, aren't you, Jake?” Hugh asked, ignoring the man's glare. “I lost my father. I never wanted you boys to have to go through that, especially at so young an age. I didn't want your mother to have to go through losing her spouse or hurting herself in the name of heartache, so yes, I pretended to be your father.”
“Our mom never knew?” Travis guessed.
“Not until the night she kicked me out,” Hugh answered, hating that Kayla had to hear this. “I just assumed she'd tell you boys that I was really your uncle, but when I saw Keith earlier, I realized she hadn't. Maybe she thought divorce would be less painful for you kids than learning about your dad dying.”
“So you were never legally married?” Kayla asked.
“No,” Hugh said, feeling his heart tug when he looked at her.
Keith finally spoke. “How did Mom find out that you were our uncle?”
“She found my real driver's license.” Hugh shook his head. “Never piss off a redhead.”
“So let me get this straight, old man. All these years I've been hating you for no fucking reason?” Jake realized, looking angry. “The whole time you were my dad's brother?”
“It appears so,” Hugh said, “but I'm sure you'll find a new reason to be angry.”
“You should have told us,” Jake ground out.
“There it is.” Hugh rolled his eyes. “If I'd known just how bad your father treated you...” His eyes flickered over to Keith, aborting their attention when his nephew looked at him. “I would have said something sooner.”
Jake shook his head. “That's why you treated us better. I should have known our father would never change.”
Travis's features softened, and his eyes glistened. “How did it happen, Uncle Hugh?”
Hugh averted his eyes and drew in a deep breath before heaving a long sigh as he stared down at the silver dragon topping the cane where his hands rested. “Your father was captured by a psychopath who calls himself Black Dragon. His real name, if it's his real name, is Alexei Romanov. He was a mole who betrayed his team.”
Kayla looked calmer now and her interest piqued. “Is that the sadistic Russian guy you told me about a long time ago?”
Hugh nodded. “The same. One of the team members was killed on our mission, the rest escaped. Your father and I were caught.” He paused, trying to tamp the fury and grief assailing him. “There was a bomb in the room your father was tied up in. It detonated when some poor son of a bitch opened the door to try to get to him.”
The room fell silent.
“It was quick. He probably didn't even know what happened.” Hugh sat in reticence, remembering the horrors of that day. Deep in his mind he still heard and felt the explosion whenever his thoughts drifted to his twin brother.
“How did you end up with that cane?” Keith asked.
“While I was captured the psycho Dr. Romanov performed a sadistic surgery on my leg. He didn't use any anesthesia or pain medication. No, that would have required a soul, which he lacks.” Hugh shook his head. “He cut out most of the muscle in that leg while I was strapped down to a table. He said he had a degree in psychology and a PhD as a medical professional. Personally the ornery bastard looked too young for either and clearly lacked any kind of proper training. He was eventually arrested, but he escaped. I've been looking for him ever since.”
“I take it that dragon on your cane is no coincidence,” Travis deduced.
Hugh glanced down at it, studying the intricate carving of the piece. “No. That was my code name, Silver Dragon. There were seven of us, each named after a different colored dragon. Black Dragon was the Russian bastard who betrayed us.
Your father was Blue Dragon. He and Gold Dragon were killed on that mission.”
“Where are the other Dragons? I mean team members?” Keith inquired.
Hugh smiled. “I'm not at liberty to say who or where they are.”
“Wait just a fucking minute,” Jake blurted. “You named that BDSM club Black Dragon.”
“Hmm. Why so I did.”
“You named your club after the son of a bitch who killed our father and mutilated your leg? What sort of sick motherfucker are you?” Jake demanded.
“I assumed an alias after Romanov escaped from prison. We all did. We've been looking for him, though. We needed a plan to let him know we're waiting for him to lure him out of hiding,” Hugh explained.
“So you named a sex club after him?” Jake snorted. “If that predatory psycho comes terrorizing my club—”
“He won't. We just needed him to know we were still out there ready for him.”
“What makes you think he'll go after you?” Keith asked.
Hugh stared off into space. “He always finishes what he starts. He won't be satisfied with simply killing Blue Dragon and Gold Dragon. He intends to wipe out the whole team. Since he couldn't find us, he recently started hunting down some of our exes and friends and either torturing them or pinching them off. He threatened to continue to kill those closest to us or in our past until we came out of hiding.”
Kayla looked like she had an epiphany. A vulnerable, almost pleading look washed over her breathtaking face. “Is that why you sent me away early and without explanation—because he was hurting your exes and the people closest to you?”
Hugh nodded once, letting his true emotions show to remove all doubt from her mind about his feelings for her. “I had to protect you. I couldn’t tell you the reason because anyone who’d been told about it went missing or turned up dead. I warned my ex—excuse me, your boys' mother—about him pinching off my ex-girlfriends and the exes and friends of other team members. Didn’t figure Romanov could possibly know I’d told her since she was on the other coast. She was skeptical at first. After I sent Kayla away for protection your mother turned up missing.”