Uncovering Satisfaction [Satisfaction, Texas 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Diane Leyne

  “His property?”

  “For as long as she has agreed to.”

  “So she gives him the power?” Nick knew she was going over the same ground, but she was still having trouble taking things in. It was one thing to read about the power exchange between a Dom and a sub. It was quite another thing to see it and absorb it in real life.

  “You got it. And once she does, he can do whatever he wants to within those parameters. She can stop a scene with a safe word. Often there are two. Red to stop and yellow to slow things down. But if a sub has a reputation of using safe words to control the play, that’s considered topping from the bottom and she’ll soon either find herself getting punished a lot or she’ll find it hard to get a Dom to play with her.”

  “And you’ll be doing things like that to me? I mean, if I agree to this is as cover.” She looked at the two men. Micah had done most of the talking, but Dace was watching and listening closely. She found herself shivering with excitement at the intensity of his gaze.

  * * * *

  It was like he could see right through her, right into her heart and mind, and read every secret desire, every fantasy. When he looked into her eyes, it was like he was staring into her soul. With him, with them, she worried about being able to keep up the pretense that this was all about the job.

  Micah nodded. “Dace and I were talking. We’ll say that you met me at a conference I went to in El Paso a few weeks ago. We can work out the details. With Cara out for at least four more weeks, we can say that you were between jobs and I offered you her job on a temporary basis.”

  “But what about just now in the bar? It was clear we didn’t know each other.”

  “How about you decided to come and surprise me and weren’t sure of your reception, but the three of us came in here to work things out, and, well, we really worked things out.” He grinned at her, and she found herself grinning back until she turned to Dace. His serious countenance worried her until she saw the bulge in the crotch of his pants.

  “I think that if we play a bit in public once, word will get out that you are ours. Don’t worry. We don’t expect you to actually have sex with us. We’ll just do some sensation play and give you an orgasm that way, maybe using a toy of some sort. Then people won’t question what we are doing when we restrict most of our play in the future to private rooms. In public you’ll have to kneel, call us Sir, and be touched and petted by us. We can work through the details as we go, but once people see you playing with us, word will get around. It’ll protect you when you are waiting tables because everyone will respect our ownership claim.

  “And at the end of the case, we can just all announce that it didn’t work out and all go our separate ways.”

  “Can you do this?” Micah asked, his expression serious. “We don’t want to take advantage of you. We know you are here to do a job, and if you can think of a better way to get to know our clientele and staff, we’re all ears.”

  Nick turned back to the screen. The man had finally ordered the woman to come, and she seemed to have screamed her way through at least two orgasms before the man had come, too. He had released her bonds, and wrapped her in a blanket, and she was sitting in his lap on a chair in the corner, weeping gently.

  He soothed her tears and when they subsided, he gently wiped her face and held a bottle of water up to her lips. When she’d drunk enough, he put the bottle down and cuddled her close, soothing her like a baby, murmuring words too quietly to be heard as he stroked her hair and rocked her gently to sleep in his arms. Was this what she thought it was? She’d read about the way a Dom looked after his sub after a play session, but she hadn’t expected to see such tenderness or love. He looked to be as emotionally drained and physically satisfied as she was, and he was caring for her as tenderly as if she was the most precious thing in the world.

  “Aftercare.” The sound of Dace’s voice was unexpected. She’d been lost in the scene she was watching.

  “Huh?”

  “Aftercare. After a scene, the Dom’s responsibilities don’t end. It is usually an emotionally and physically draining experience for the sub. The Dom looks after her until she’s recovered. They’ll probably sit like this for half an hour, and then he’ll clean up the equipment and take her home.”

  “Nothing much else will be happening there. Let me find you another scene to watch.” Micah reached for the remote, and Nick impulsively reached out to stop him, grabbing it away from him. She was just as fascinated by the aftercare as the scene itself. The Dom who had inflicted such pain and taken such control over his sub, tying her down and ordering her not to come even when he first started fucking her, was now so unbelievably tender and caring. It was impossible to look away, yet harder to watch than when he’d flogged the woman. Nick felt a stab of envy. What would it feel like to be that cherished? Would it be worth the pain? Hell, orgasms of that intensity are probably worth the pain. This aftercare was just the icing on the cake.

  She turned to see that both Micah and Dace were staring at her. She wanted to laugh, but even more, she wanted to experience what she’d just seen. She looked at the men—outgoing, preppy Micah and the more taciturn but just as hot sheriff. Could she trust them? Quin trusted them or he wouldn’t have recommended the job to her.

  She thought back to what she’d just seen and tried to process her feelings as they patiently waited. She was turned on by what she’d seen. It had exceeded her wildest imagination, which was pretty wild indeed. Her pussy throbbed with the need to be filled, her nipples were hard, and her panties were soaked, but if that was all it was, she could use her trusty vibrator to get herself off. Somehow, the pain and the release, the tears, called to her just as strongly as the pleasure.

  She looked at the men who were waiting patiently, not rushing her decision, most certainly not trying to force her to do their will. In fact, for Doms, they were definitely not behaving that way, or how she expected them to behave. They seemed a little uncertain, and she felt a stab of…affection?

  She glanced up at the screen. The woman was sleeping peacefully in the man’s arms now. He was wide awake, stroking her hair softly. The look of love on his face sent a jolt of envy through Nick. She’d do just about anything to be the object of that kind of attention, even if it was just for a short time, like a month, even it if was just as a part of an undercover assignment and wasn’t even real.

  She didn’t have to think anymore. She’d made her decision.

  Nick stood and walked over to an open area of the office. The men followed her movements. She watched the puzzled looks on their faces as she reached down and tugged her tank top over her head so that she was clad only in her thong. She didn’t quite have the courage to remove that yet, she thought, as she sank not very gracefully to her knees in front of them.

  “If we are going to do this, let’s do it right. I think you are right and the incidents are connected to the saloon, but more likely the club. I need to blend in, to have an excuse for being around both of you, as well as The Whips and Spurs. So, no pretending, no acting. That’s the surest way to be found out. For the length of the assignment, make me your sub. For real.”

  Chapter Six

  Micah felt his jaw drop and his cock rise at her words. When she’d stripped off her tank, he nearly came in his pants like a horny teenager. He looked down at Nicola, who was imitating a pose she’d seen one of the subs on the monitor holding, with her knees spread wide, her hands on her knees facing up, and her tits pushed forward, the nipples hard and just begging for his mouth.

  “I’m sorry. I think I’m misunderstanding your words. Did you just say you wanted to be our sub while you are here?”

  “Yes.”

  “You mean you want to pretend to be our sub. We’ll play a bit in public to make it convincing, and then we’ll retire to a private room so people will think you are our sub.”

  “No, if we are going to do this, we are going to do it right. I expect you to flog me and fuck me exactly as if we were hav
ing a real relationship. We are all consenting adults here, and none of us are virgins. We’ve all had casual sex before. Don’t tell me you’ve never met a woman in a bar or at a club, fucked her brains out, and had no emotional attachment whatsoever!”

  “It’s not the same!” Micah protested.

  “Yes, it is. I’m attracted to the two of you, and I get the feeling that you are both attracted to me. If it wasn’t for this case, if we’d just met in a bar or a club, would you two want to play with me, fuck me?”

  “Well, yes, but you are working for me. I don’t fuck staff.”

  “Let’s get this clear. I’m not working for you, either of you. I’m a friend of Quin’s who has stopped by and offered to help you two out. I don’t work for you. Clear?”

  “Yes, ma’am.” Micah couldn’t help it as the words popped out. He was a Dom, dammit, and she was making him feel out of control. He wanted her, double dammit, but not this way. He glanced over at Dace, who had already hardened his expression. He was wearing what subs called his Dom face, which was pretty much unreadable.

  “I need the two of you to treat me as your sub. I want this to feel real to all of us so we don’t drop in and out of character. I’m a professional. I’ve done undercover for years, and I know what I’m talking about. To do anything else would lead to failure.”

  Micah watched Nicola’s face closely as she framed her next words carefully.

  “If I pretend, I won’t be in the right headspace and neither will you. One of us will slip up and this will all be for naught. I want to help you, even if it is just to prove that it’s all a coincidence and there’s no one after club members and staff.” She held up her hand just as Micah was going to interrupt, and he subsided, waiting. “I don’t think it is, but I’m also going in with an open mind. I’ll get to know the other subs, the staff, and the customers.

  “I have read the file and I’ve got some ideas, but I need to be able to blend in and be accepted, which means that I have to be believed as your sub. To do that, we can’t half-ass it by playing behind closed doors all the time. We are going to have sex together in public regularly and make sure that everyone knows that we are together. Sex isn’t always about love, and hot damn, if I’m not going to enjoy myself being fucked by two hot guys. If the two of you can’t handle that, then you are going to have to get yourselves another investigator.”

  She looked from one to the other, and Micah could see a touch of uncertainty in her expression before she hid it again. “Hell, haven’t you ever had casual sex before? I’ve just come off a yearlong assignment, and the thought of some hot recreational sex with the two of you and no emotional commitment is just what I need right now. You would not be taking advantage of me if that’s what you are thinking.” She looked pointedly down at the front of their pants, which were tented with their erections. “And I can see that you are both interested in me. Let’s make this a win-win situation, guys. I find your perp, and we scratch each other’s itches, no strings attached.”

  Micah wanted to protest that he wanted strings. He liked having strings attached, but sensed that this was not the time to bring that up.

  Micah glanced over to Dace. His friend looked like he was frozen in place. Then his lips started moving, but no words came out. Micah looked back to Nicola, who was staring at them impatiently. She didn’t look very sub-like as she moved her hands to her hips. But her nipples were definitely standing at attention, and the room wasn’t all that cold. She was breathing hard, her tits were moving up and down, and Micah had to give himself a mental shake as he realized that he was being hypnotized by the sight.

  “Hell, if I thought you two were going to be a couple of little girls about it, I never would have suggested it.” She rose, her hands coming up to cover her breasts, color rising in her cheeks. “Fine. Forget it. I’ll get you a man to come here and pretend to be a Dom. I’ll give him the notes I’ve already made based on the file that Quin sent me. I’ve got a few ideas about your problem, but if you’d rather not fuck me, then I can’t do my job. Make up your minds now.” She stood in front of him now, looking uncertain under her bluster, eyes blazing with…was it fear?

  It was like being hit between the eyes, Micah realized. He wasn’t just attracted to her. He was attracted to a lot of women. It was more than that. Hell, he’d wanted her since she walked in the door. Her specifically, and not just a hot chick he wanted to bang. He wanted to reach out and pull her into his arms, comfort her, and assure her that he wanted her. He wanted to paddle her ass until it was bright red and then fuck her until she was screaming in orgasm. But he wanted to get to know her better, too. But not as a pretend sub. He wanted to learn what made her tick, what made her laugh, what made her smile, what made her love. Then he wanted to give it a try for real, as Master and sub, sharing her with Dace, but she was just here for a month and then she would leave him, them, forever without a backward glance.

  Could he do it? Could he not? He glanced over at Dace, who maintained his usually impassive expression. As if sensing Micah’s gaze, he turned to look at his friend, and his shuttered expression dropped for a second, revealing the blazing need in his eyes before he hid it again and turned back to Nicola.

  He felt it, too, thought Micah in triumph. It’s not just me. He looked at Nicola. He could see something in her eyes, something she wasn’t saying. She was talking about this being part of the case, but he sensed a deeper need within her, a need to experience what she’d seen on the monitors, and, he hoped, a need to try it with them. There was also something going on with her that he didn’t know, didn’t understand, but he knew it was there and he’d find out what it was. In the meantime, he, they, could give her what she needed.

  He turned to Dace. “She doesn’t seem very submissive to me. What do you think?”

  “I think someone needs to have her ass spanked.”

  * * * *

  Nick felt her heart start to hammer in her chest. Oh, god. They’d agreed. She’d lost her mind for a few minutes and they’d said yes, and now they were going to spank her. She swallowed hard as she looked up at Micah and Dace. They looked grimly back at her. But there was more than that in their expressions. There was lust. They wanted her badly, and that made her gush so much cream that even with the thong, she thought it would soon be overflowing and coating her inner thighs.

  She had to take control back.

  “Look, guys, aren’t you taking this a little seriously? We’re still in Micah’s private office. There’s no one around to see us.”

  “Stop talking.”

  She looked at Dace, who moved so quickly that she was bent over Micah’s desk before she realized what was happening. Damn. She was losing her edge, or it was filed down because of her lust. A moment later, she felt thick leather cuffs being buckled to her wrists and ankles. Then they stood her up and Micah fastened a collar around her neck and Dace snapped on a leash.

  A leash!

  She knew she should feel demeaned by the leash, but instead, she felt turned on by what it represented. She was theirs—their property, their pet—while she wore it. She could feel her pussy pulse with need. As Micah pulled her arms behind her and fastened the cuffs together, a feeling of helplessness overwhelmed her, driving her arousal higher. She was theirs to do with what they wanted. She could relax and not worry about making decisions or making a move or anything, really. They were in charge, and all she had to do was relax and obey, take what they chose to give her.

  Looking up at them, she felt her jaw drop as they stripped off their shirts. She knew it. They were both ripped. She wanted to drool as she saw the extent of pretty-boy Micah’s tattoo. It covered not just his arm, but his whole left side. The centerpiece was a tiger, which was so well rendered it seemed to move with every breath he took. Dace’s tattoo, which had peeked out of the collar of his uniform shirt, seemed to wind out of sight and down his back. Grinning at her, he turned to let her get a good look at the wolf that decorated him from neck to the small of his
back. It was amazing work that must have taken hours.

  “You haven’t met Cam Lawrence yet. He’s an unbelievable artist in any medium,” he stated as he turned back toward her. “But his favorite medium is the human body. If you were truly ours, we’d have him work on you. Maybe a permanent cuff on your wrist showing that you belong to us.”

  Tugging the leash, Dace pulled her after him toward a locked door. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a card, and swiped it on the electronic pad, which beeped as a light turned green. He opened the door and led her through it. There were changing rooms on one side and the security office on the other where she could see a bank of monitors and a man watching them. This must be Tanner.

  They didn’t give her time to catch more than a glimpse as they walked her quickly through the club. She could see a lounge area with several couches that she recognized from the monitor, a bar, and another hallway.

  “The private rooms are down there. But we’re going to play in public tonight. Dace is going to spank you and I’m going to watch, and then we are both going to fuck your brains out. Speak up now if you have a problem with that. And remember, when you address either of us in the club, you will refer to us as Sir or you’ll be punished. Understand?”

  “Yes.” Smack. She felt Micah’s hand come down on her ass.

  “I mean, yes, Sir.”

  “Better. During the scene, we’ll occasionally ask how you are doing. The three possible answers are green, Sir, if you are fine, yellow, Sir, if you need us to slow down, and red, Sir, if you want to end things. If we haven’t asked but you need us to stop or slow down, then you can also use red or yellow, but remember to say Sir or you’ll be punished. Do you understand?”