by Abby Blake
“You tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine,” Maya said with a cheeky smile. Yes, this was one sub who would spend a lot of time having her bottom smacked. He could hardly wait.
Half expecting Cam to punch him in the head, Derek described the fantasy he’d had earlier in the main room. He was almost too scared to look sideways at the other man. Kinky ménage sex might be fairly common in his world, but he had no idea how the cocky Navy SEAL might interpret that fantasy.
Maya was breathing so hard it looked like she was going to hyperventilate, and Derek was already regretting oversharing when Cam’s deep laugh reached his ears.
“That was not something I was expecting.” He stepped closer to Maya and placed his big hand against her cheek. “We don’t have to make any decisions today, sugar.”
She glanced at Derek, her blush rising once more. “Would it sound bad if I said I thought the same thing while we were watching that threesome?”
“Not at all, sugar,” Cam said with a grin. “I think the three of us are probably thinking along the same lines.” The happy smile Maya gave them both damn near took Derek’s breath away. “But I think we should take things slowly,” Cam added. “None of us want to wake up in the morning with regrets, and this place sure has a way of skewing a person’s normal thinking.”
Derek nodded. Cam’s observation was very true, and was the reason why Derek had encouraged Maya to tick the “observer only” box of the agreement. Inside the club’s atmosphere many people found the courage to try things they’d always wanted, but it also had the added effect of making out-of-character decisions seem more rational than they really were. New members—especially new subs—were always advised to go slowly. Viper had even considered making the first three visits “observation only” in the membership agreement after an incident with a new sub. She’d willingly participated in an orgy, gone home to later regret her actions, and had called in the police claiming rape. Fortunately for all involved, the Dom of one of the participants had secretly filmed that particular orgy. Viper had been furious about the breech in privacy, yet thankfully, once the young woman had seen the footage, she’d withdrawn the complaint.
“So back to fantasies,” Derek said, noting that Maya seemed more comfortable with the conversation now that they all seemed to be thinking along the same lines. “Any deep, dark longings we should know about?” Maya smiled, but just shrugged. “Anal sex?” She dipped her gaze to the floor, but nodded very slightly. “Bondage?”
“Maybe,” she answered glancing over at Cam. “But only with you two…for now at least.”
“So that’s a no to exhibition?” She nodded her head in agreement.
“I’ll also add,” Cam said, shifting a little uncomfortably against the bench, “no golden showers, blood play, scat play, and pretty much everything else that goes on in this room.”
Maya glanced around the room as if seeing it for the first time. Her eyes finally settled on the chair with a hole in the seat and a metal vice underneath it. When she realized what was likely to be tortured by such equipment, she seemed to pale just a little.
Derek leaned over, helped her off the bench, and pressed her between him and Cam.
“Does Viper bring Bianca in here?” she asked a little shakily.
Derek was almost glad for the question as it gave him a chance to explain where he and his friends drew the line. “No, Viper has never brought Bianca into this room. For Viper, and for me, Domination is about caring for our subs and playing sensual games that are mutually satisfying. No one in our circle of friends enjoys torturing a sub for their own enjoyment.” He glanced at the relief on Cam’s face and felt the need to add, “That’s not to say that some Doms and subs don’t enjoy the more extreme scenes. Many visit this club because Viper offers excellent supervision and as safe an environment as possible. They get to immerse themselves in the moment, knowing that someone will step in if things get out of hand.”
Maya was biting her lip. He’d known her long enough to recognize that as a sign of her wondering if she should ask the question on her mind or not. “What is it, baby?”
“Can we…um…get out of this room? I’m ninety-nine point nine percent certain I’m not into the extremes either.”
Derek smiled at her choice to leave a small possibility. Occasionally, once becoming aware of the BDSM lifestyle, some subs and Doms found their needs growing. BDSM was often misunderstood in the wider community, but when people opened themselves to the possibilities and stopped feeling like they were strange compared to others, many found true happiness for the first time.
Of course many found tragedy too. Viper’s Dungeon was considered the safest in the entire state, and Viper made it his personal mission to look out for every submissive in and out of the club. But other clubs didn’t have the same safety protocols, and some of the stories a few of the members had shared of their experiences elsewhere were truly frightening.
“Okay,” Derek said, stepping back and letting Cam guide her out the door, “what would you like to look at next?”
* * * *
Maya was very glad for the support, physically and emotionally, both men provided. Some of the scenes had been very intense and she’d watched, fascinated as the submissives enjoyed every moment. But some other scenes had been confusing, upsetting, stomach turning, and everything in between. And even after all that, she had a feeling that Derek had shielded her and Cam from the stuff he himself found unnerving.
She’d felt Derek tense up as they observed one particular scene, and it wasn’t until the dungeon monitor stepped in and spoke to the Dom that she’d understood the reason why. The submissive’s hands had been bound too tightly. With a ball gag in her mouth and her fingers not working properly she hadn’t been able to ask her Dom to stop. The Dom had looked annoyed at the dungeon monitor’s interference, but he’d held his sub as she cried and, at least outwardly, seemed to do all of the right things. Maya hadn’t missed the silent communication that seemed to go on between Derek and the other monitor, and wasn’t surprised when Derek maneuvered them over to a sitting area far away from the scenes and asked them to wait for him. She watched him head over to where Viper stood monitoring a scene and hoped they were discussing the Dom who hadn’t seemed very concerned for his sub’s welfare.
Cam sat down beside her, his arm over her shoulders in an obvious signal to others that they were together. She was grateful for his instincts. She’d been sized up by one too many scary-looking men and women tonight. Almost all of them wore leather, many with tattoos or piercings, some of which looked truly painful. Maya silently conceded that if they were aiming for intimidating, most had achieved their goal. Thankfully, Cam and Derek’s presence had kept them at a distance, but she could just imagine how overwhelming it would be for a single woman to explore this world on her own—orange observer’s bracelet or not.
“It’s like falling down the rabbit hole, isn’t it?”
Maya nodded at Cam’s observation. It was exactly like stepping into a foreign world full of colorful characters, stranger sights, and even stranger rules, but it was also intriguing, surprising, and frightening. The scariest part was that she’d learned more about herself in a single night than she’d ever expected.
“What about you?” she asked Cam. “Can you see yourself living a life like this?”
“Until tonight, I would have confidently said no, but this visit was different. I’ve only been here a few times, but I’d never really understood the appeal until I imagined it being you and me.” He laughed quietly, shook his head and added, “And maybe Derek.”
She raised an eyebrow knowing exactly how he would take it.
“Don’t even go there, sugar. Derek doesn’t swing that way any more than I do. I can guarantee you that anything the three of us do together you will be the one in the middle.”
She shivered at the promise in his words. She’d been a little concerned about Cam’s reaction to Derek’s description of his fantasy, but he’d
surprised them both by admitting his willingness to participate.
“Ready to go home?” Derek asked as he took a seat on the other side of Maya.
“Yes,” Cam answered for them both.
The walk home was nearly as nerve-racking as the one to the club. But instead of being nervous about what she might see, this time her body buzzed with arousal. Despite the fact that she’d only really gotten to know these men over the past few days, she felt closer to them than she’d felt to anyone else in her entire life. And of course, after everything they’d talked about in the torture room she couldn’t deny that she wanted both men in her bed. Fortunately, they seemed to be thinking along the same lines.
Not that it distracted them from their mission to keep her safe. True to recent form, Cam held her in the foyer of her restaurant while Derek checked upstairs and down for signs of intruders.
“All clear,” he said as he came into the area with a wide smile. “Pick a safe word.”
“A–A safe word?” Hell, she knew what a safe word was, but it was what his request represented that had her thoughts all jumbled.
“What’s wrong with ‘stop’ or ‘don’t’ or even ‘no?’” Cam asked. He was probably aware of what a safe word was also, but he seemed very curious as to why it was necessary.
“Basically,” Derek said as he leaned against the doorjamb casually, “most people use those words as an automatic response. In a scene a sub can use them reflexively even when she doesn’t really mean them. By adding a safe word Maya can send us a very clear signal that she is in pain or feeling overwhelmed.”
“What happens if I use my safe word?”
“Everything stops,” Derek said. But then he must have realized her reason for the question because he added, “Then we’ll discuss between the three of us what went wrong and decide if we want to continue.” He pointed a finger at her and the tone of his voice changed, becoming much deeper and much more commanding. “Don’t ever hesitate to use your safe word. Subs who refuse to use their safe word risk grievous injury. If you are in serious pain, confused, upset, or just want time out, you say your safe word. Got it?”
“Yes,” Maya said, feeling her heartbeat speed up. It was kind of hard to describe, but it was almost like Derek had just grown a foot taller. The authority he exuded was remarkable.
“The correct answer is ‘Yes, Sir.’”
She swallowed a little nervously, but managed to push the words past her lips. Adrenaline was starting to buzz through her veins, and she squeaked in surprise when Derek marched over to her, lifted her over his shoulder, and headed upstairs. “Good girl,” he said as he caressed her ass through the thick denim. “What is your safe word, sub?”
“Red, Sir.” It wasn’t very imaginative, but it was the standard word at Viper’s Dungeon and about the only word to come to mind.
“I see you read all of the paperwork. I’m very pleased, sub. If you wish you can also use ‘yellow’ to slow things down.” He placed her on her feet at the end of her own bed. “Red will stop everything and we’ll loosen your bonds immediately. Yellow we will stop and talk. Is that clear, sub?”
Bonds? Her heart rate sped up even more as she glanced at her bed and discovered a number of leather items that hadn’t been there before.
“Is that clear, sub?” Derek asked lifting her face with a strong grip on her jaw.
“Y–Yes, Sir.”
“Do you want to use your safe word, sugar?” She jumped at Cam’s words, having almost missed the fact that the man was in the room.
“No, Sir,” she said with a soft smile. It didn’t matter how intense things got. Both of these men would protect her.
Cam stepped closer, threaded his hand through her hair, and tightened his grip. She gasped at the slight sting, and he took the opportunity to press his tongue into her mouth. He explored her ruthlessly, his kiss showing her in no uncertain terms that she was definitely not the one in charge. She panted as he pulled away, and he studied her face for a moment. He must have found what he sought because he smiled, pressed a soft kiss to her lips, and said, “You and I are going to learn how to spank your ass together. You up for it, sugar?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Chapter Four
Cam tried to tamp down his incredible arousal. Mere days ago he had no idea what the appeal was, yet now he couldn’t wait to leave his handprint on Maya’s soft flesh. His cock was pressed so hard up against the zipper of his jeans he was starting to rethink his old SEAL habit of going commando. At this rate he’d have a permanent mark for each individual indent. Trying to distract himself, Cam glanced around the room.
Derek had brought in one of the old-fashioned wooden chairs from the back room of Maya’s restaurant. It was solid, well built, and in the intimate setting of Maya’s upscale dining area very classy. But in her bedroom it looked exactly what Derek intended for it to be—a place for them to sit when they spanked their sub.
Cam tried to control his own moan as he sat down, but the humorous glint in Maya’s eyes had him smiling instead.
“Is our sub being a brat, Master Cameron?”
“I believe that’s the term I would use,” he said as Derek threaded his fingers through Maya’s hair and held her still. Maya made a small sound, but it was one of surprise—perhaps at her own reaction to the situation—and not of fear.
“I suggest that we double the count of her spanking, Master Cameron.”
Cam nodded, trying hard not to smile at Maya’s trepidation. He and Derek hadn’t discussed an exact number, so it was kind of hard to double something they hadn’t yet decided upon. Of course, Maya didn’t need to know that.
“I agree, Master Derek,” Cam said, trying to keep a straight face. He’d heard the Doms speaking to each other that way at the club. It felt a little ridiculous, but the effect it was having on Maya was quite obvious. Her nipples were hard points pressing through the material of both her blouse and her bra. She wriggled slightly in Derek’s hold, but it was more of a sensuous impatience rather than a need to escape. And her eyes had grown darker, much darker, deepening their clear sapphire color to a dark cobalt blue.
“Take off your clothes, sub.” Derek’s voice was deep and commanding, and Maya’s eyes widened a bit more. She hesitated, and Cam’s heart leapt into his throat. Surely they hadn’t misread her so badly. She was into this. He was sure of it.
“Do as he says, or use your safe word, sugar.” Cam nearly held his breath waiting for Maya’s response. A part of him was terrified that she was about to call this whole thing off.
But then she took a deep breath, smiled slightly, and lifted her hands to the buttons of her shirt. “Yes, Sir,” she said clearly, just the slightest hint of nerves in her voice.
* * * *
Maya hadn’t really thought this part through. She didn’t feel ashamed of her body, but it wasn’t exactly a perfect shape either. She bit her lip nervously and cursed every gym visit she’d missed in the past year. As she undid the buttons, she tried to brace herself for their disappointment. Tight jeans and a good bra did wonders for hiding a body’s real shape.
But as she twisted to drop the shirt from her shoulders and reached behind her to undo her bra, Derek brushed her hands away and did it for her. He moved his fingers from her hair and circled them around her neck to press against her collarbone. His thumb and forefinger lightly massaged the base of her throat. It wasn’t anywhere near restrictive, but it somehow made her feel more possessed than anything she’d ever felt before.
“You’re very beautiful, sugar. I can’t wait to taste those delicious-looking tits.”
Maya smiled at Cam’s choice of words. Who would ever have guessed that the word “tits” would be a turn-on for her? Cam gave her one of his trademark cocky grins, and her tension drained away. She gazed at his expression as she undid the button and zipper on her jeans and pushed the denim lower. Of course that’s when she realized she should have taken her boots off first. What was it about these men that c
ould make her so addlebrained that she couldn’t even remember how to get undressed properly?
“Don’t,” Derek said as she tried to kick her boots off without moving out of his embrace. “Drop the panties to your ankles.” She swallowed hard and did as she was told. “Good girl.” Derek guided her across the room, steadying her as her balance wobbled from having the denim tangled around her feet. “Facedown over Master Cameron’s knees, sub.”
Thankfully Derek guided her into the position they wanted and she breathed a little sigh of relief that she hadn’t managed to fall on her face in the process. It wasn’t until Cam’s warm hand started to caress her ass that she realized the picture she must make.
* * * *
“Relax, sugar,” Cam ordered when he felt Maya tense up. “We’ll go slowly.” He’d never had a woman lie over his lap like this before, but somehow it felt almost natural. He caressed her bottom, his hands dipping lower to rub over her warm thighs and then skimming higher to draw lines up and down her spine. Incredibly she relaxed against him. The nod of approval he got from Derek let him know that going with his instincts was a good choice.
“There are several different techniques, but I prefer to stick with stinging slaps rather than muscle deep hits. Many Doms prefer to save the latter for punishment, but I prefer not to leave my subs with pain that can last for several days.”
Cam wanted to ask how he would know the difference, but didn’t want to frighten Maya with his inexperience. Yet Derek seemed to understand his trepidation because he described the different styles in fairly solid detail and then pointed out the areas to avoid. Thanks to Cam’s hand-to-hand combat training, he already knew the most vulnerable parts of the human body and agreed wholeheartedly to keep the spanking confined to Maya’s buttocks and upper thighs, avoiding danger areas such as her spine and kidneys. It was obvious that Maya was listening, so he continued to caress her in soothing strokes, both to try and keep her arousal simmering and to help her stay relaxed.