Cuffed (Hidden Pleasures, #2)

by Kitty Hunter

  “Yes Sir.” She fidgeted and stared at the carpet. “Sir, will Luis be angry?”

  He tipped her chin up, and pecked her nose. “Look at me when you address me. I’m not like some Doms who want their sub to look at the floor. I need to see your face.”

  She nodded and waited, her hands wringing. He coiled his arms around her, a deep satisfaction settling in him when she sighed and her muscles relaxed. “No he will not. He knew I was coming over to get you. He knew how much I’ve wanted to fuck your pussy, to be balls deep inside you. We share you. There are no secrets between us. Okay?”

  “Okay Sir.”

  He clasped her small hand in his and led her to the shower to get cleaned up.

  Chapter Two

  Ronnie paced beside Gavin, the warmth of his large form radiating into her. Anticipation had built all week as they talked on the phone and got to know each other better. He and Luis had sent her texts or called every day, sometimes talking to her together, sometimes alone. It was weird, it felt like she was dating two guys at the same time, and they liked it. She liked it.

  How strange that a chance encounter in the hallway of her apartment had lead her to having not one but two...what? Boyfriends? Dates? Doms? Lovers?

  Yeah. Lover worked. Lovers who were Doms.

  She wondered if the men were bisexual, but was afraid to ask. She wasn’t sure how she felt about it if they were. Hell, the whole budding relationship was unconventional. But for the first time in her life, she felt...right. Settled somehow and happy. If she’d known sex could be this incredible, she’d have run to the club with Shea months ago.

  But was it this great because of the men or the dominance or both? If someone else dominated her, would it be as good? She just didn’t know.

  I don’t want anyone else to dominate me. It’s too intimate. They see everything.

  Gavin guided her into the entrance and around the crowd gathered at the edge of the dance floor. The crack of leather striking flesh resounded; a low toned instrumental surging through the club’s speakers. A woman groaned. Whether in pain or ecstasy, she didn’t know.

  Curious, she paused, and Gavin stood next to her, silent. Probably watching her to gauge her reaction. He’d been doing that a lot. Studying her. Instead of freaking her out, his scrutiny gave her a sense of safety and being cared for. It was like he internalized everything she did so that he could give her what she needed. Maybe wanted, and didn’t even realize.

  A nude, blonde woman with her hair bound in a bun was strapped to a large X shaped cross in the middle of the room. Red lash marks criss crossed her back. The lights illuminated the wetness on her upper thighs. A second woman in knee high leather booths and a matching g-string paced in a small circle around her submissive, her small tight breasts jiggling, holding a whip with several long tails.

  He leaned in close and whispered in her ear. “That’s Angelique. She’s a Domme. And her sub, Christy, is on the St. Andrew’s cross. Christy loves flogger play. They do demonstrations here about once a month.”

  She winced when Angelique snapped the leather tails on her sub’s buttocks, but a light pulse radiated from her cunt.

  He slid behind her and kissed the sensitive area behind her ear. “Does it frighten you?”

  “Yes Sir.” Another crack of the whip. Christy groaned and wriggled. She shifted her weight to ease the friction on her swelling clit.

  The rough skin of his palm smoothed down the front of her low cut dress and he cupped her right breast. “But your nipple is hard. Your pulse racing...you’re turned on.”

  “No Sir.” She flinched, her heart tripping over itself in a bid to crawl out of her rib cage.

  “Liar.” He pinched her nipple and tugged the hem of her dress up. She gasped and fought his hand. Everyone could see her ass and freshly shaved pussy. “Shh...I told you I like to be watched.” He slid his forefinger into her slit and pressed down on her clit. “You’re wet. Hold still. Most people are watching Christy and Angelique. Keep your eyes on them. It’s okay. This is okay here. I’m your Dominant. I’ll take care of you. Let me show you something new.”

  She fought her inclination to run, squiggling in his grasp. He did not relent, applying pressure to her clit and tweaking her nipple. Reluctant, but in tune with her own body enough to recognize he was right, she settled and waited.

  “Mmm...there’s my sweet sub.” He slid his fingers in a ‘V’ around her clit and into the wet depths of her cunt. This was embarrassing, but she wanted to please him. To see where he would take her. All her focus centered on him, despite his order to watch the women. How could she watch them, when he teased her so? She’d taken ibuprofen at home, her pussy sore from the pummeling fuck he’d given her, but the pleasure arcing through her right now erased any pain.

  He thrust deeper and moved his fingers in a circle. “Are you in pain?”

  “I’m just a little sore, Sir.”

  “Hmm.” He withdrew and tipped his head back to look at her face. “I did fuck you pretty hard.”

  “It’s okay Sir. I think...well.” A giggle bubbled up and she kissed his cheek, wanted to erase the deep concern she recognized in his expression. The second her lips left his flesh, she covered her mouth with her hand. Uh oh. What if he was mad? He hadn’t told her if it would be okay for her to kiss him without being invited.

  A twinkle lit his eyes and he grinned. “You can kiss me whenever you want, Ronnie. Whether we play or not. I hope you want to.”

  “I do, Sir.” Warmth and happiness burbled up in her chest. She twisted in his grip and went on tip toe so she could reach his mouth. Their lips brushed together, and she teased him with the tip of her tongue. He opened his mouth and sucked her tongue inside. Delight coursed over her and moisture pooled in her cunt. Sore or not, she wanted him again.

  He gripped her ass and ground his cock into her belly. Damn, she wanted him. She gripped his hair and rubbed her hard nipples against his chest.

  A second set of hands wound around her waist and she startled. Blunt teeth bit down on the back of her neck and hands slid around the front of her thighs, under her dress hem, and two sets of fingers probed at her pussy.

  “Ahh...you two are starting without me.” Luis’s rich, deep voice rasped in her ear and she broke away from Gavin’s mouth.

  She wanted to kiss him too, her darkly sexy Latin lover, so she grabbed his shirt front with one hand and tipped her face up to him and waited. Gavin wasn’t as domineering as Luis. She knew on an instinctive level Luis would want her to wait to receive his kiss or to command her to kiss him.

  Luis parted her pussy lips, the cool air of the club swirled over her bared ass cheeks. Gavin’s chest warmed her from the front, and Luis plastered against her from the back.

  Luis slid his finger into her and she hissed, and then whimpered. “Did Gavin fuck your pussy today? Make you a little sore?”

  “Yes Sir.” The pain started to fade, became a bone deep pleasure.

  Gavin tugged the front of her dress down and sucked on her nipple. The crack of the flogger settled into back ground noise, Christy’s increasingly loud moans were an erotic counter point to the pleasure the men gave her. The thick width of Gavin’s finger joined Luis’s and they thrust deep into her together. Shit, she was going to come right there, in front of everyone. Luis used the heel of his hand to stimulate her clit and crammed another finger inside her. Gavin matched him.

  Fuck...it’s almost too much....

  She groaned and sagged between them. Luis kissed and sucked on her neck and Gavin continued to feast on her tits. They moved their fingers together and stretched her so tight.

  “You like this? Us finger fucking you together?” Gavin’s light eyes caught her stare and he kissed her, fucked her mouth with his tongue.

  “Yes Sir. Please...more...”

  Luis struck her ass. “Come for us and we’ll take you into an alcove and fuck your brains out.”

  She cried out when he spanked her ass again and undulat
ed her hips. “I...I...oh shit....I don’t want to come here where everyone will see.”

  “We know you like to be watched, Ronnie.” Luis whispered into her ear, his breath hot and strong on her lobe. “You are excited by others’ eyes on you...the way they want you...how jealous they are of us with our fingers deep in your cunt and our mouths on your tits.”

  “We won’t stop until you come. I’ll eat your sweet pussy right here, lick that little clit until you come over and over again...come for us and we’ll take you somewhere private.” Gavin bit down on her nipple and licked his way up her cleavage.

  Her Doms impaled her on their fingers. Luis sucked on her ears and Gavin assaulted her breasts with his lips, tongue, and teeth. The pressure and speed of the finger fucking increased. Pain flared, but she embraced it, rode it to a new high. There was no stopping the orgasm. Her cream flowed over their hands and her muscles clenched around them. She shook and held onto Gavin as orgasm spilled through her.

  Tears coursed down her cheeks and she hid her face.

  How many people had seen her? What did they think?

  Luis snuggled into her back and stroked her hair. “What a good girl you are.” He presented his fingers to her. “Clean them off; I want you to lick them clean. I love to watch you suck my fingers.”

  She suckled on him, eager to please him, her musky flavor exploded in her mouth. Gavin watched, licked one of his fingers, and slid the other into her mouth along with Luis’s. It was so hot; her clit throbbed and swelled with need.

  Damn. What’s happening to me? I can’t believe I’m this...person.

  Each man took one of her hands and led her across the club. Her dress was up around her middle; exposing her tits and ass to everyone they passed. The men and some of the women watched with open appreciation and lust. She blushed and stared at the floor.

  They displayed her openly, but not to ridicule her. No, it was with pride. Male pride, a show of “this is mine and you can’t have it.”

  Feminists would scream about being treated like chattel with no choices of their own, but deep down she craved this kind of ownership. This sense of not having to make decisions. Of being treasured and taken care of.

  A large, muscular blonde with muscles on muscles stepped in front of them, cutting them off. He had the look of a guy who spent hours every day at the gym. The muscles on his arms were all veiny and bulbous.

  Yuck.

  She realized she liked Gavin’s muscles better...he wasn’t as ripped, but his muscles came from physical labor. He’d told her that he landscaped for a living. Now that she thought about it, she wondered why he’d come over with dress clothes on today. Maybe he’d had a job interview. And Luis told her he went to the gym, but he didn’t look like this guy either. Not like he was obsessed with himself. She liked his long, lean muscles.

  “Darling.” Gavin’s voice broke through her thoughts.

  She startled and gave him her attention. “Yes Sir?”

  “Julian asked you a question.” Luis answered her, laughter in his tone, but his body language screamed “get the fuck away from me.”

  Gavin and Luis each moved in closer to her, their clothing brushing her sides. Gavin squeezed her hand while Luis positioned himself just ever so slightly in front of them, blocking the body builder from getting too close.

  The big man in front of them crowded her, his eyes roving. Not touching, but too close. She clasped Luis’s hand tighter and crept in to Gavin’s side. She didn’t like the way Julian looked at her. His gaze on her skin felt wrong. Uncomfortable and slimy. A predatory gleam lit his eyes and he shifted from one foot to the other. Massive thighs strained at his leather pants, tattoos covered both of his arms.

  That reminded her; she needed to get a better look at Luis’s ink. Hopefully this jerk would leave soon.

  She tried to get her hands back so she could move her dress and cover herself, but they wouldn’t let go.

  Julian cleared his throat. She got the impression he didn’t like being ignored. “I asked if you liked playing with Gavin and Luis.”

  “Oh. Yes.” The muscles in Gavin’s jaw twitched and she scooted closer to him, inadvertently tugging on Luis.

  “Ronnie, you need to address Julian as Sir as well. Even though you aren’t playing with him, it’s a sign of respect.” Luis dropped her hand to intercept Julian more fully. “Julian, you’re making our sub uncomfortable. You need to back up.”

  The blonde smiled, and a skittering ran over her skin like bugs crawling on her. “She isn’t collared yet. Doesn’t even have cuffs on. Looks to me like you aren’t all that serious about keeping her.”

  Luis stepped in close enough to Julian to bang his chest against the other man, speaking in rapid fire Spanish, his arms wide at his sides and hands clenched into fists. Gavin hugged her with one arm, but the angry lines to his face disconcerted her. Her stomach muscles knotted and clenched.

  Julian scowled at Luis and answered in the same language, his face turning red. Gavin chimed in, his tone not as harsh as Julian’s, but just as final.

  She tried again to adjust her clothing, but Gavin gave her a look full of such censure that she stared at the floor, tears pricking her eyes. What if Julian was right and they weren’t serious about keeping her?

  A large man dressed in leather pants, a sleeveless T-shirt, and heavy boots approached from the left and spared her a quick assessing glance. He had to be a Dom as well, he had a look to him, and the way he’d checked her over before even considering the men....

  The new comer wasn’t as heavily muscled as Julian, but he moved with a lithe grace that made it obvious he was used to fighting. A knotted, thick scar trailed from his forehead, across his right eye, and down to the corner of his mouth. Dark curly hair covered the tops of his ears, but the slightly long and unkempt look suited him. He settled his glare on Julian.

  She averted her eyes, buried her face in Gavin’s shoulder and chewed on her lower lip. The whole scene was scary and weird. Who was this new guy?

  Julian didn’t dominate the way Gavin and Luis did. It wasn’t sexy at all. She wanted to run from him, not to him. Not like with her Sirs. Had she won some kind of sex lottery when she’d run into Luis in the hallway? She liked seeing the other people in the club having sex, but no matter how attractive some of the other men were, she didn’t have any interest in them dominating her. Maybe it was just Luis and Gavin who flipped the switch in her head.

  Plus, Julian appeared to think that because she was in the club and didn’t have a collar around her neck, she was fair game. Between talking to Gavin and Luis during the week, and peppering her roommate Shea with questions about the BDSM lifestyle, she’d learned a lot more.

  Like that being collared was more of a commitment than being married. She definitely wasn’t ready for that.

  “Hey Luis, why don’t I take Julian and sign him up for the new comer’s class again? Seems like he’s forgotten some of the basic rules about other people’s subs.” The big man settled one hand on Julian’s shoulder, and his knuckles turned white as he squeezed.

  Luis cocked one eyebrow and smirked “Nate, I think you’re probably right.”

  “Don’t know why you’re so hard up for her. She’s just another slit.” Julian sneered in her direction and anger, bright and clean rose on the heels of her embarrassment.

  Bastard.

  She opened her mouth, but Gavin closed the space between them and clocked the asshole with a hard jab right in the face before she’d fully registered what happened. Julian’s face snapped back, and when he jerked forward to attack Gavin, Nate did something that took him to his knees.

  “Get out, Julian.” The dim overhead lighting left most of Luis’s features in shadow, but Ronnie could see the red flush to his cheeks. “I’ll be reviewing whether your membership should be maintained or not tomorrow.”

  A strange sense of satisfaction stole over her. She’d just had her honor defended by not one by three men.

  It was
good to be the sub.

  Blood dribbled down Julian’s chin and dripped onto his chest. Luis nodded at Nate, who tucked Julian’s wrist up high on his back and steered him away.

  As they left, Nate winked at her. “Hopefully we can meet another time under better circumstances, Peach.”

  She frowned. “Peach?”

  Luis ran his fingers through his hair. “Your nipples Ronnie. They’re peach colored.”

  “Oh.” A flush crept over her chest and up her neck. She’d never thought about it much, but yeah, her nipples were peach. Acutely aware of how naked she was, she crossed her arms over her chest, no longer comfortable with being so exposed.

  “Are we going to get kicked out too?” Gavin shook his head no and Luis didn’t bother to reply. “You just punched someone Gavin. And what was that about his membership? Are you the manager here Luis?”

  “We won’t get kicked out, Ronnie.” Gavin held his hand out, waiting for her, and she flicked her eyes up toward Luis. Back to Gavin. He waited.

  Yes, she still trusted him to keep her safe.

  She put her wrist in his palm and he smiled at her. It was like getting blasted with sunshine after standing in a rainstorm.

  So strange. They scare me sometimes, but I trust them. They’d never hurt me in anger.

  Luis led the way along the wall of red-velvet curtained alcoves, every line in his body tight with tension. The incident with Julian had really upset him, and she wondered what had been exchanged while they spoke Spanish to each other.

  The sounds of sex and pleasure came from behind the alcove coverings, but she kept her attention focused on the back of her other Dom. A heavy silver watch circled his wrist, and the dim overhead lights lit his black hair with highlights. Gavin’s presence at her side comforted her, and with Luis clearing the way ahead, she felt right and settled. At peace with herself.

  Luis paused and spoke to a waitress in a red corset, miniskirt, and garter. The server was pretty, with big doe eyes and soft brown curls cascading around her face to touch her collar bones. She realized with a start that the servers were all in various shapes, sizes, and skin colors. Some of them wore collars around their throats.