by Diane Leyne
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” Dace ruffled her hair and smiled, and she had a surge of satisfaction that she’d pleased him. Then he turned to his friend. “Micah, what’s free? Any of the spanking benches?”
She wasn’t sure if she liked the idea or not. She could feel butterflies in her stomach, and now her clit was throbbing with a need to be touched. It probably wouldn’t take much to get her off.
She followed Dace to what must be a spanking bench. She didn’t get a good look at it, as in short order she found herself bent over it and strapped down so that she couldn’t do anything but wiggle her fingers and toes.
She could see Micah walk in front of her, and she realized she was at the right height to be fucked from behind or to suck cock, or both.
She was suddenly, desperately horny, as well as terrified. One of her strongest, oldest fantasies was about to come true, and she was afraid that it wouldn’t live up to her imagination. Suddenly she wanted to tell them she’d changed her mind, that she’d find another cover, but then she felt Micah’s presence at her head, stroking her hair, calming her. She wished she knew where Dace was, but she didn’t have to wait very long to find out.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Three quick strikes to her ass, and they hurt. Dace wasn’t going easy on her as his hand came down on her ass without mercy. She felt the first tears seeping out at ten, and by twenty, she was crying as Micah soothed her, even as Dace dished out more pain.
But something else was clearly happening, too, as the warmth spread. She suddenly realized that rather than trying to get away, she was pressing her ass out to meet each strike of Dace’s hand, and she was moaning in need even as she was crying at the pain. It was a contradiction she didn’t want to think about. All she knew was that she was so horny she was going to die of frustration if she didn’t get some relief soon. Her breasts were swollen and throbbing. Her nipples were tight and throbbing. Her pussy was empty and throbbing, and her clit was just plain throbbing with the need to be touched.
When Dace finally stopped, and pressed against her ass, she could feel his erection pushing against her through the rough fabric of his pants.
“Please!” she begged.
“Please what?” Micah pulled her up by her hair so he could see her face, and she felt another jolt of arousal at the sharp pain.
“Please, I need to come.”
“That’s not what I meant. You know better than that. How do you address your Doms, kitten? Show some respect if you want to come.”
Her mind went blank and she started to panic until the answer came to her.
“Please, Sir. Please, I need to come.”
There was a pause, and it was Dace who answered.
“Suck Micah’s cock. Get him off, and I’ll get you off. Do not come without permission or you’ll be punished. And remember, bad subs don’t get to come.”
She looked at Micah. He was unbuckling his pants, and a moment later, they were down around his hips. His hard cock was in front of her, the bulbous head already dripping pre-cum. Eagerly, she opened her mouth and took it in even as she felt Dace ripping off her sodden thong.
She tried to ignore what Dace was doing and concentrate on pleasing Micah, but it was hard when she felt one of Dace’s fingers press inside her, before scooping up some cream and withdrawing.
“Damn, Micah, she’s dripping. Mmm mmm. She’s delicious. Have a taste.”
She felt herself blushing as Micah leaned over her and another finger pressed inside and then withdrew. Now it was Micah making happy, slurping sounds.
“She does indeed. I look forward to eating her out one of these days. I think we’ll strap her down to the bondage table and take turns eating her out until she begs for cock.”
“Sounds like a plan. In the meantime, I’m looking forward to fucking her pussy. We’ll see if she can hold off coming until I give her permission or I’ll have to introduce her to my belt.”
* * * *
Dace wondered if he’d gone too far when he heard Nicola moan with desire. Even with her mouth stuffed full of Micah’s cock, her sound of need was audible even over Micah’s own sounds of pleasure. Clearly, she had a very talented mouth. They’d see if she could keep up her concentration when he was inside her.
Smiling, he lined his cock up with her entrance and pushed. She was snug but so well lubricated with her own cream that he slid right in to the root. It took all of his self-control to hold still and wait as she tried to wiggle her hips and force him to move.
He teased her with little movements in and out, no more than an inch or so. When she responded by pushing her hips back against his—not that she had much freedom of movement—he slapped her ass and gripped her hips. He could feel her frustration. He was frustrated, too, but he’d told her she didn’t get to come until Micah did, and he had to wait. He knew if he started thrusting now, he’d lose his load in record time.
He practiced his deep breathing as he used his eyes to urge on his friend.
The sight of Micah’s cock disappearing into Nicola’s mouth was so fricking erotic that he could feel his cock start to twitch.
“Hurry up, buddy,” he gritted out.
“Almost there, ahhhh!” Dace could see Micah tense, and with his hands entwined in Nicola’s hair, he pushed deep and held still as he started coming. That was Dace’s signal. Like a madman, he started pounding into Nicola’s warm, tight pussy.
He wasn’t going to last. He reached under her hips close to where their bodies were joined and found her swollen clit. Rubbing hard, he barked out a single word, “Come!”
And then she was bucking under him as he rode her hard, on the verge of losing control as her pussy clamped down on him. He held onto it by the skin of his teeth, and he could feel her climax start to wane. He changed his angle so that his cock was pressing against her G-spot with each thrust and was gratified as she started bucking wildly against the restraints. Micah had finished and pulled out of her mouth, and she was screaming out her climax now. He couldn’t hold back any longer, and as her pussy milked him, he shot rope after rope of cum into the condom he’d donned.
Slumping over her body, his chest heaved as he tried to take in enough oxygen. It felt like he’d run a marathon. Carefully and reluctantly, he pulled out of her, disposing of the condom, tucking himself back into his pants. Then he headed over to the shelves on the side wall and grabbed a blanket and a couple of bottles of water from the small fridge before returning as Micah unfastened the restraints. He placed the water on the small table beside the couch and then, after Micah helped her to stand, wrapped the blanket around Nicola, swaddling style, so her arms were under the blanket and she was helpless in his arms.
He looked down, and she smiled sleepily up at him. He tucked her head under his chin.
“Why don’t we head back to your office, instead?”
“Good idea.” He watched as Micah finished wiping down the bench and then grabbed the bottles of water and led the way out of the club. On the way, they passed Leah, who smiled as she saw Micah. He saw her touch Micah’s arm, stopping him and saying something to him. Dace didn’t stop moving, ignoring her greeting. He just went around them and shouldered his way out the door and down the hall to the office before realizing that he didn’t have a key and would have to wait for Micah. He didn’t have to wait long as Micah hurried toward him, leaving Leah staring longingly after him.
For a second, Dace felt bad for her. She was a nice person, but she was young and had this desperate air that pushed men away. He thought about saying something, but then Nicola stirred in his arms and he forgot about anyone or anything as Micah opened the door and Dace swept inside.
Micah immediately used the dimmer to darken the room before pulling out the sofa bed. He climbed in one side and helped Dace settle Nicola between them, her back to him. He wrapped a long arm around her, pulling her back against him while Micah snuggled up to her front. Dace yawned. He’d just have a short nap.
Chapter
Seven
Four days later
It was Saturday and the bar was packed. Nicola felt run off her feet, in a good way. Luckily, she was wearing comfortable footwear. Wednesday the men had sent her back to El Paso to get her things, warning her to pack comfortable shoes. She’d left the bike behind and returned in a rented SUV. She didn’t have many clothes. She was on the road a lot and often undercover. Also, she was based back east, so the SSP apartment she was using in El Paso was pretty bare. Luckily she wouldn’t need to dress to the nines in Satisfaction. It was a small town, and most of the people seemed to stick to casual wear rather than looking like they were on their way to a pageant or something. So she packed up her one large suitcase full of jeans and Ts, loaded the back of the SUV with her laptop, some borrowed surveillance equipment, and other gear that she thought might come in handy, and was back in time to settle into a small apartment over Candy’s Diner, which was owned by Dace’s sister.
She’d thought Friday night was busy, but this was crazy. They had a bouncer at the door literally turning people away unless they were club members. They caused some hard feelings as some were let in and others were sent on their way, but it was what it was.
This waitressing was harder than she expected. Her feet were always tired, but at least they weren’t sore. She’d been terrible the first day, expecting to be able to memorize the orders like Daisy and Leah, but now that she was writing things down, she almost always got the order right and had only spilled drinks on two people today, only one of which was deliberate. The grabby college student wouldn’t leave her alone, so she’d dumped a beer in his lap. Then, for some reason, thinking that was some kind of roundabout encouragement, he’d tried to steal a kiss and Micah had tackled him and thrown him out of the bar. His friends had tried to intervene, but then Dace was there, and he was in uniform and armed. Meekly, the students filed out, vowing to never come back, but everyone knew that they’d be back in a few weeks.
For the most part, though, the customers were nice. The ones who were also members of the private club recognized that the choker she was wearing was really a collar and that the charm hanging from it symbolized Dace and Micah’s ownership, so they not only kept their hands to themselves but even watched out for her when her men weren’t around. Doms respected other Doms’ property rights. She sighed. She wished there was a better term for it, but at the end of the day, it was Micah and Dace’s property rights and not her feelings that they were concerned with.
The bar patrons were also generally a good bunch, coming to the saloon for the friendly, old-time Western atmosphere. The first couple of nights had been fairly quiet, but tonight things were hopping.
Great! She wanted nothing more than to sit down and soak her feet, but it was midnight and they’d be serving until two. She was also frustrated, she acknowledged to herself. Other than the first night, they hadn’t had what the men called a scene, there had been no sex or orgasms at all. She’d even been ordered not to get herself off. She’d thought of telling them where to go or just doing something about her own needs, but they looked at her and she could almost feel the disappointment. It had been her idea to live the lifestyle as if their relationship was real, so she went to bed frustrated each night.
Instead of fucking her, they’d been drilling her on protocol, singly or as a team, back at Micah’s place each afternoon. Protocol! She knelt and stood and walked and crawled, and they corrected her over and over and over and over. She wasn’t ready for a full scene in a crowded club, they said, or even just for hanging around at her Masters’ feet. Instead, they insisted, she had to get comfortable with their touch as they petted her, pinched her breasts and slapped her ass. They even fingered her pussy, but avoided her clit until she was literally shaking with arousal and frustration.
And while she was naked for these lessons, they were fully dressed. It would have been almost humiliating if it hadn’t been so arousing. Micah used a riding crop to correct her, and each stinging slap of the crop seemed to go straight to her clit, regardless of where he used it. Dace, on the other hand, used his billy club to direct her. Once, when he got distracted chatting with Micah about some minor detail, she had tried to rub herself on the shaft, hoping to get enough friction against her clit to come, when they had noticed what she was doing.
Expecting to be punished, almost wanting to be punished, she had waited for one of them to spank her, but they hadn’t. Instead, they had pushed her onto her back with her legs wide apart as they attached a spreader bar to her ankle cuffs. Dace had knelt between her spread knees and then used the club to tease her clit before pressing the end of the club inside her pussy. Almost moaning with pleasure, she had felt it filling her up and then retreating in a simulation of sex, over and over, knowing she wasn’t allowed to come but no longer caring. She was getting so close, moving her hips in time with the movements, and then, when she was just about to come and she didn’t think she could hold back, Dace had removed it without warning. With the spreader bar, she couldn’t close her legs to get enough friction to come, and she had screamed with frustration.
“Please, please, Sirs, I need to come.” The plea and the title had popped out without thought, sounding and feeling natural. “Please, Sirs!”
“Good girl! Dace, I do believe that she’s finally ready.”
“I do, too. What do you think? Should I let her come?”
“I think so.”
Micah had taken up a position behind her, his knees at her back and his arms around her, gripping her breasts and teasing her nipples as Dace had picked up the billy club and pressed it back inside her. She moaned, her hips jerking.
“Faster, Sir. Please.”
Dace had complied, and Micah had pinched her nipples, tugging and twisting in time with Dace’s thrusts. Before long, she was so close. “Please, Sirs, may I come?”
“My good, sweet kitten. Come, kitten. Come as often as you want,” Dace had commanded as he picked up speed until her body bowed as the tension built, and then her climax had slammed through her before she’d slumped bonelessly on the floor, her body limp and sated.
“Good job, kitten. I do believe you might just be ready to play in public. Dace?”
“Oh, yeah. She’s ready.”
She’d opened an eye to glare at them. “You two are enjoying this far too much considering that I got off but you didn’t.”
“You asked us to train you like you were really our sub, and this is a part of it. Don’t worry about our orgasms, though. I don’t know about Dace, but I’ve been rubbing one out several times a day. I think that after the saloon closes tomorrow night, we should take you back to the club and give you your reward for being such a good student.”
“I agree, Micah. I picked up a brand-new flogger just for our little kitten, and I can’t wait to use it to turn her ass a pretty shade of red.”
“Ha, ha.” She’d grumbled, but she was secretly thrilled by their threats, far more than she wanted to admit. Dace was clearly more into inflicting pain than Micah, who seemed to get off on watching her squirm.
Dace had held a bottle of water up to her lips, and it still embarrassed her when one of them did that, but they’d quickly learned to swaddle her tightly after a scene so that she was helpless to stop them. She’d never admit it, but she liked that, too. It made her feel…safe.
But they hadn’t been ignoring the case either. She’d spent the past few days getting to know people, having lunch at Candy’s Diner, a place where many in the town seemed to congregate. She went to a movie with Leah and shopping with Daisy. It was early days in her investigation, but she’d already started collecting more incidents and adding them to her chart, trying to work out which ones were connected and which ones weren’t.
She’d added several items to the list, including another flattened tire, a cut phone line, and a couple of keyed cars. The most troubling incident, though, was the poisoned dog. It had been some meat that someone had left in the park. It had died in agony, and t
he vet had suspected poison. It could have been a coincidence, but it belonged to Ellie Maine, who often played pool at the saloon, supplementing her meager teacher’s salary with her pool shark skills. She was devastated and out for blood when the perp was found. She’d had the dog for a decade, and her grief had been palpable when she’d talked to Nicola.
Nick was also, discreetly, collecting alibis, which she consolidated in a spreadsheet that she cross-referenced to the incident list she was building. There was no clear pattern yet, but she could sense it forming.
She looked around the bar area. Ellie was playing pool, but for the first time in anyone’s memory, she lost. Her mind just wasn’t on the game, and the handsome stranger had won easily. Nicola had asked around, but no one knew much about him other than his name was Bram and he’d been in each of the last three Saturdays, waiting patiently for his turn to play the comely teacher. He’d finally gotten lucky tonight, but he’d shown no pleasure in the victory and had looked like he wanted to go after her when she’d grabbed her bag and left.
Nicola made a mental note to find out more about him. She didn’t think the perp could be a stranger, but she couldn’t rule one out, either. She’d been pumping both Leah and Daisy about the customers, but there were only so many questions she could ask before one of them got suspicious. Trace, on the other hand, was a font of information and loved to gossip, but Micah and Dace glared all Dom-like when she spent too much time with him. Trace just laughed it off. He was a Dom himself, and their intimidating Dom tricks didn’t work on him.
Snap!
Nicola jumped at the sound as much as the feeling of the towel that snapped against her denim-covered ass. Rubbing the sting, she turned to see Micah grinning at her.
“Get to work, kitten, or I’ll have to dock your pay for slacking.” His eyes narrowed, and he grinned wolfishly. “Or maybe I’ll take it out of you in kind!”