by Abby Blake
Viper’s Dungeon 2
Maya’s Masters
She didn’t want to ask for their help…
Maya fought hard to win her independence. She isn’t about to give it up to anyone—not to the gang who threatens her, the Dom who wants her, or the ex-SEAL who needs her.
But her friend Viper has other ideas.
Derek has known Maya for a long time, but realizes she has no love for the BDSM lifestyle. Yet when she is threatened by a local street gang, he can’t stay away. Even if she doesn’t want a Dom, he can still be her protector. But when Viper introduces her to Cam, a confident, cocky, naturally dominant ex-SEAL, Derek finds himself fighting old memories and new jealousy.
Cam happily supports Maya as she explores her submissive needs and the scary world of BDSM, but will falling for a woman who seems to love another be harder than he expected?
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length: 40,060 words
MAYA’S MASTERS
Viper’s Dungeon 2
Abby Blake
MENAGE EVERLASTING
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Viper’s Dungeon 2
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Prologue
He leaned over her, pinning her down, holding her trapped as he kissed her over and over and over, deep, dominating, drugging kisses that left her gasping for air. Maya’s heart raced, her nipples pulling tight, her pussy throbbing and moistening, her body betraying her secret.
She wanted this. Hell, she wanted so much more, but she couldn’t say it, couldn’t ask for it.
But he knew.
He moved down her body, his mouth leaving a fiery trail of sucking kisses and tiny bites, his impossibly wide shoulders forcing her legs open further. She went to touch him, wanting to run her hands through his silky hair, only then realizing that her arms were tied down, the soft cuffs holding her still for his taking.
She gasped, her body throbbing all over, her need growing exponentially.
Her lover knew exactly what she wanted.
Maya woke with a start, unsure what had thrown her out of the disturbing dream, but very glad for the distraction. She wasn’t like that. She didn’t want or need a man to dominate her. She might enjoy reading the occasional BDSM novel, but she sure as hell didn’t need some man telling her what to do.
She lifted her hand to push the hair out of her face, dismayed to realize she was shaking all over from unquenched arousal. She tried to breathe slowly, forcing herself to calm down.
But then a noise came from downstairs, and her heart rate leaped into the stratosphere for a whole different reason.
Very slowly she slid out of bed, trying to convince herself that the noise had most likely been one of the mousetraps in the kitchen going off, but somehow she didn’t quite believe it. She grabbed her cordless phone, dialed emergency, and, holding her finger over the send button, very quietly headed downstairs.
By the time she reached the ground floor, whoever was in her kitchen was no longer even trying to be quiet. She pressed the button, waited the longest second of her entire life for the call to be answered, and then very quietly explained the situation to the operator. She turned and headed back up the stairs, willing to hide just as the voice on the phone advised.
After a moment of indecision, she grabbed the broom from the utility closet and held it like a baseball bat, fervently cursing herself for never having actually learned how to play the sport.
But as she heard the intruders coming upstairs, laughing as if they weren’t committing a crime, anger burned low in her gut. This was her home, damn it! She might live above the restaurant that was her livelihood, but at the top of her stairs was her sanctuary, her personal space. She glanced at her bedroom. If they found her in there she was cornered. She’d have nowhere to go.
She wanted to tell the operator what was going on, but the intruders were so close now that they’d definitely hear her, no matter how softly she spoke. She put the phone down on the carpet, held the broom ready to swing if necessary, and hoped like hell that the men turned left instead of right when they reached the top of the stairs.
Maya had a moment of relief as they turned left, but then the man at the front swung his gaze to the right, obviously seeing her despite the dark shadows in the hallway.
She swung the broom in front of her, showing that she was armed—sort of—and backed up a step. The man laughed and came closer. She swung again and again, squeaking in terror when the man reached out and grabbed the wooden handle mid swing.
Terrified, Maya threw her weight behind the broom, f
orcing the handle through the man’s grip, the tip of the wood slamming into his face. His head snapped back.
“You fucking bitch!” he yelled as he tried to wrestle the broom from her grip. She held on tight, knowing that if he got her only weapon it was all over.
The high-pitched wail of police sirens finally reached her ears, and she fought harder, determined to stay in one piece until help arrived. She had no doubt the man in front of her intended to hurt her very badly. The verbal threats and filthy cursing left that in no doubt.
The man pushed hard against his end of the broom, knocking her backward, and she scrambled to keep herself upright. But then, almost as if he’d never been there, the man was gone. The sound of running footsteps and the violent destruction of whatever they could reach in the kitchen as they ran out the back door the only things to reach Maya’s ears.
She fell onto her ass, the broom clutched tightly in her hands. She was still there, shaking all over, when the police found her.
Chapter One
Derek watched the sub closely for any signs of discomfort. She moaned as the soft leather hit her over and over, the smooth, hypnotic rhythm pushing the woman toward hyperspace—a place where the sub was only aware of the touch of the flogger and her own body’s needs. She cried out, the arousal obvious in her husky voice as her Dom slowly increased the pace and the strength of the blows. Completely naked she undulated against her bonds, her eyesight glazing over as her entire concentration turned inward.
Derek stood off to one side, supervising the trainee Dom as he learned how best to bring himself and his sub satisfaction. Derek had been flogging subs for many years now, and he’d always gained a huge sense of satisfaction in bringing a woman to a shuddering climax with only the touch of soft leather. He’d lost count of the number of subs who’d been surprised by their own reactions to the stinging bite of pain.
But lately his concentration had begun to wander. And that was a very bad thing. A Dom needed to be totally focused and fully aware of the sub and her reactions to ensure she was properly cared for and brought to orgasm without any damage. A lapse in concentration could cause an injury, and despite the fact that he had years of experience, Derek wasn’t willing to risk any sub’s health.
Thankfully, Viper had agreed with him when he’d explained the situation. Viper’s Dungeon was a very exclusive, and therefore very expensive, BDSM club. On a cop’s salary, being a member was damn near impossible. Fortunately, Derek had started work here many years ago as a dungeon monitor and had quickly graduated to assisting and tutoring Doms and their subs in the art of flogging—quite often demonstrating with subs who had difficulty achieving orgasm in public.
Derek smiled as the sub started to shake with her orgasm, her low moans and guttural grunts growing louder as her Dom turned to stroking her hypersensitive skin with the leather strips of the flogger. She screamed loud and long, her climax robbing her of control and leaving her shivering in her bonds. Her Dom smiled and touched her face lovingly.
Yet, despite the woman’s obvious enjoyment, and her Dom’s grateful thanks for Derek’s instructions, for Derek something was missing.
He’d found himself thinking about Maya more and more often, but, apart from the fact that Derek didn’t want a permanent connection to any sub, it was obvious by her reaction to Derek and Viper that she was aware of the BDSM lifestyle and had absolutely no love for it.
In fact, to say that Maya hated the idea of a Dom-sub type of relationship would be a serious understatement. But it hadn’t poured cold water on his physical attraction for her.
When he’d heard about the break-in at her restaurant, he’d been very close to bundling her into his arms and locking her in his bedroom for safekeeping. Hell, if she’d been into the lifestyle he damn well would have. But with Maya he was fairly certain that type of reaction would get him arrested, and with him being a police officer that probably wouldn’t go down well with his boss.
He was still trying to reconcile his possessive feelings for Maya against the fact that he’d decided years ago against a permanent relationship with anyone, when an old friend walked in the door and headed directly for Jace. The look of determination did nothing to hide the uncertainty in Logan’s demeanor. Derek rubbed the headache growing behind his forehead. At least whatever was going to happen would give him something to think about for a while and distract him from his own internal dissatisfaction.
* * * *
Cam watched the tense body language between Logan and Jace. He hadn’t seen Jace in years and, other than a brief story about a girl named Emma, Logan hadn’t given Cam any real explanation of what might be going on. He stood back, giving the two men some privacy, but the urge to back up his swim buddy was still overwhelmingly strong. Considering that Cam had been given a medical discharge from the Navy, his SEAL days, and therefore his time as Logan’s swim buddy, were well and truly behind him.
His fingers tightened on the handle of his cane as Logan and Jace headed into a private room. Well, at least that answered the question on whether he was needed or not. It seemed that his assistance was not required.
He glanced around Viper’s Dungeon. He hadn’t been here often, had never really had the time or any real inclination to fully explore the lifestyle, but he’d met Viper several years back and considered him a friend. He turned to one of the display stations and watched as a man smacked a naked woman tied to a strange-looking bench. She moaned as he hit her over and over with his bare hand. Personally, Cam couldn’t think of anything more uncomfortable. It seemed more like an interrogation technique than the pleasurable experience the woman seemed to think it was. Her high-pitched scream as she climaxed a few moments later confirmed that she knew something Cam didn’t.
He glanced over just in time to see Logan and Jace, both wearing smiles, heading in his direction. Thankfully, whatever had caused the tension between them seemed to have been sorted.
“I’m going to see a girl,” Logan said with a wide smile. But then his cocky grin faded slightly, and Cam saw his friend’s vulnerability. It wasn’t often that either of them had weak moments, but they knew each other well enough to identify them. “I’ll either be back in an hour or I’ll call you in a few days.”
Cam nodded, shook his friend’s hand, and sent him on his way.
“He won’t be back anytime soon,” Jace said as he stood beside Cam and watched Logan practically run out the door. “Emma loves him. She won’t boot him out.”
“Good to know,” Cam said, genuinely pleased for his swim buddy. Logan was a good guy and deserved to be happy. If he’d found a woman strong enough to be the wife of a Navy lifer, he should grab her with both hands and hold on tight.
“You still on medical leave?” Jace asked with a quick glance at Cam’s cane.
“No,” Cam answered quietly. He’d had months to prepare himself for this. Hell, he’d known the moment he’d been shot six months ago that this was how his life was going to go, but still he couldn’t find it in himself to say the words out loud. He hadn’t even told his parents yet. They’d been so proud of his Navy career that he just couldn’t find the words to tell them over the phone that it was over. It didn’t help his peace of mind that he hadn’t really explored all the possibilities of his post-injury career. He might have been able to fit somewhere else within the Navy, but after six months behind a desk he’d realized that the SEAL teams were the only place he’d truly wanted to be. So with no chance of returning to his squad, he’d taken the medical discharge and walked away. The trouble was he had no idea what to do next.
“I’m sorry, Cam,” Jace said with a tight nod. He glanced over his shoulder at Viper. “I’ve got to get back to work, but if you need anything…” He let the words trail off, perhaps realizing that Cam wouldn’t ask. Jace shook his hand, mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like “stubborn-ass SEALs,” and headed back to his post as dungeon monitor.
Viper joined Cam a moment later. “I was about to take Bianc
a for coffee. Would you like to join us?”
Cam nodded. He was probably a little old for hero-worship, but Viper was the one man he knew who would be able to give him a glimpse of life after the SEAL teams. Not only did the man own this BDSM club, but he was quite wealthy and a well-respected businessman in the area. Anyone who could make kinky sex seem almost mainstream had to be doing something right.
“Sure, coffee sounds good.” Cam followed Viper over to a small grouping of comfortable chairs. Bianca was sitting in one but didn’t seem to be involved in the lively discussion the barely dressed women were having. When he and Viper got closer, the conversation stopped mid word and all of the women lowered their eyes to the ground.
A little disconcerted by the collective reaction, Cam stood back feeling uncomfortable and definitely out of place. Viper stepped over to Bianca, unlocked the chains holding her to the seat, and lifted her into his arms. He carried her into the change rooms, and a few minutes later the pair returned with Bianca wearing much more clothing.
Cam glanced at the other women. They all seemed happy—even though they, too, were chained into their seats. His instinct was to be polite and maybe introduce himself, but he didn’t really understand the lifestyle everyone in this club seemed to enjoy. He glanced at the woman walking beside Viper and amended that thought to almost everyone.
Despite his friendship with Viper, he’d only met Bianca a few times, and each time she seemed to be just a little more sad than the last. She’d always been a beautiful woman—rounded and curvy with a graceful movement that seemed a natural part of her rather than something she’d learned in the BDSM world—but she wasn’t the contented sex slave he’d met many years ago.