Surrender to Chance [King's Bluff, Wyoming 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Fiona Archer

  A few seconds of silence seemed to stretch out forever, everyone carefully not looking at Purdy before Chloe rushed out a question. “What about Alex? He seems an intense kind of guy. Not one to mess with lightly.”

  That was one way of putting it. “He’s definitely someone you’d be a fool to underestimate.”

  “You’re being so polite.” Reagan snorted on a laugh. “The MacKenzies are close buddies with my husbands. I’ve seen them in moods, good and bad. The sub who wrangles those two will have her hands full.”

  “Well it won’t be me.” She wanted to curse as soon as the words were out. “I mean, I’m not a sub. So it doesn’t apply to me.” Were they smiling? Yes. Dammit. “What I’m saying is—”

  “That you’re attracted to them, but while one part of you is thinking of the possibilities, the other is running away as fast as possible?” Suzie stated, her expression deadpan.

  Olivia rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe I’ve been friends with you since kindergarten.”

  Suzie shrugged. “Just lucky I guess.”

  Purdy rose from her seat. “Hey, I saw the ad in the Gazette for the Community Day at the lodge in three weeks. Sounds like fun. How’s the planning going?”

  “Great.” She forced her face to form a smile, although it felt like doing stretches with stiff muscles. In the two weeks since she’d first proposed the idea, Lacey had been helpful, which in of itself was a worry. An enemy in plain sight she could fight. One that was hidden was like a snake, poised to strike. “Mick’s on board to cater for the BBQ and the market’s providing drinks and such. We’ve got heaps of fun activities lined up for the kids, so spread the word everyone’s welcome.”

  “Will do.” Regan’s face lit up. “I wonder if they’ll have the BDSM club open, too.”

  Anticipation filled her. She was due to visit the club early next week. The place had a kind of forbidden allure that kept her guessing. “I’m not sure. They may allow tours for prospective members. Alex and Kane still have to discuss that with the resident Dom.”

  Chloe clapped her hands. “I can’t wait to finally visit. The guys have talked about clubs they’ve been to, but this would be my first.”

  She wasn’t the only one. Kane had invited her to visit the club with him and Alex next Wednesday. But somehow, Olivia guessed once she stepped inside that building and saw for herself what “living the lifestyle” meant for Alex and Kane, then the way she viewed and acted around them would change. Not because of disgust or judgment. No, nothing that cut and dried. She feared it would make them more attractive in her eyes. Reading about BDSM and ménages in a romance novel was one thing. Seeing BDSM acted out in real life would likely prove way more confronting, and Lord help her, enticing, too.

  One step from enticement was ensnarement. And when it came to the MacKenzie brothers, she couldn’t guarantee she’d bother to fight her way out.

  * * * *

  The MacKenzies’ private BDSM club loomed like some stone and timber-styled fortress of dark erotic debauchery. Wednesday’s tour had arrived so quick for Olivia. The nerves in her stomach dive-bombed like jet fighters in aerial combat.

  Taking a quick glance at Alex and Kane on either side of her, she mentally shook herself. It’s just a club. She could do this. What was the worst she’d see? A sub getting spanked? Maybe people having sex?

  Not an everyday client tour, but she’d cope. Fingers crossed.

  “We promise you’ll get out of here alive.” Kane chuckled as he gripped her arm gently, propelling her up the rest of the front steps until they stood on the long veranda.

  He let her go the moment they stood near the entrance, though his mouth still held the smile that she’d heard in his voice.

  She waved her hand, trying for a casual air. “I’m fine. Perfectly fine. It’s going to be great.”

  Okay, maybe if she had said that at normal speed it would have sounded more convincing.

  Alex moved to stand in front of her, blocking her view of the doorway. “Kane discussed any possible triggers for you, scenes and subjects that might frighten you or bring back bad memories?”

  “Yeah.” He’d been thorough, to the point her face burned from his directness as he covered the kind of things allowed within the club, whether she’d encounter it this visit or not. “I’m fine.”

  Alex’s gaze narrowed, turned searching. “Olivia, there’s nothing to fear. I guarantee you’ll be shocked, but as to what else you’ll feel, we’ll have to wait and see. Remember, what happens in there is between consenting adults. Subs have their safe words.” His voice grew stronger. “In this club, once a safe word is invoked, everything stops.”

  The conviction in his tone left her in no doubt.

  He studied her from the top of her hair to the black pumps on her feet. “Let’s go over a few rules. Phones stay turned off. Eli is testing out equipment and working with the subs. We don’t want to disturb any scenes taking place. Speak softly unless we talk to you in a normal voice.” He let those words sink in before continuing. “Eli’s staff is all trustworthy or they wouldn’t be here, but even so, you stick with Kane and me.” His voice dropped to a subterranean level. “Do you understand, Olivia?”

  Dom voice.

  The air rushed out of her lungs. “Yes.”

  Alex stood aside, making way for Kane as he unlocked the door. He entered first, speaking to someone hidden out of sight before he nodded to Alex.

  “After you, Olivia.” Alex gazed down at her, his expression unreadable.

  Now or never, right? With a cautious step, she entered.

  The same beautifully stained wood paneling of the lodge covered the three walls of the foyer. A reception desk with a high front counter dominated the space. Two doorways on the left bore carved signs indicating female and male changing rooms. Another unmarked door stood directly behind the reception. To her right was a massive barn-style door pushed halfway open.

  A man with shoulders so wide Olivia was sure the seams of his white T-shirt would snap apart filled the gap in the doorway. Standing a few inches taller than Kane’s six three, with military short blonde hair, a hard body and a cool blue gaze, he was an intimidating sight.

  Kane said, “Olivia, this is Mikhal. He’s a Dom and dungeon monitor here at the club.”

  “Hello.” Um, what was the protocol here? Did she shake hands?

  “Good morning.” Mikhal’s accent sounded Russian. He nodded once to Olivia, then Alex, before moving back into the room beyond.

  Kane tugged the barn door wider, the muscles in his shoulders bunching under his tight fitting black T-shirt. “Mikhal handles the day-to-day security at the club.”

  Behind Kane, she glimpsed more wood and large supporting beams rising up to the high ceiling.

  Alex pressed his hand to her lower back, urging her forward. Her skin tingled from his touch through her shirt. Just nerves, nothing more. Yeah, keep telling yourself that.

  The area was…huge, and yet, inviting. Plenty of seating grouped together. Dark brown tiles covered the floors. Again, wood covered the walls, but this looked different, less polished.

  Her gaze traveled across to the far wall, seeing for the first time barn-like features. Four separate compartments had vertical metal rails on the top of each wooden side, like stalls in a stable. A long, padded bench sat in the middle of each stall. Low swinging doors formed a decorative barrier from each stall to the rest of the club. What was on top of the benches? Were they straps? And chains, too? She swallowed. Not from fear. No, more…excitement.

  Kane’s breath caressed her ear. “Remember what we said outside. Subs have their safe words.”

  Why was he—

  He turned her to face the room.

  Holy shit.

  A young woman, partially dressed in a red corset, stood tethered to a long wooden hitching rail. Leather cuffs secured her wrists behind her, while her upper body was cinched tight with rope. A short tether from her cuffs secured her to the rail. Her lower half
was bare apart from some kind of chastity belt with a thick strap pulled between the lips of her pussy and around her waist. Her legs were spread wide. For short periods they would shake and then the muscles in her thighs would visibly relax. A ball gag muffled her moans, which seemed to be increasing in length. A gag? But, hang on, how could she use her safe word?

  As the sub shook on another moan, her hands moved, showing a flash of something yellow and round. A ball. That made sense. She’d read about that in BDSM novels. The sub’s safe word was something to do with the ball.

  Olivia’s gaze skipped to Kane, who watched the sub with nonchalant amusement. When the tall brunette twisted in her bonds, desperate to get free from whatever was making her legs shake, his eyes crinkled at the edges. When another muffled squeal, much higher than before, rent the air, he chuckled outright.

  And Alex? His face was an impassive mask, his gaze flicking from the sub to glance at Mikhal.

  The big Russian, with his arms crossed in front of him, leaned against one of the supporting beams a few feet away from the sub.

  “Punishment or pleasure?” Alex asked in a normal voice.

  “The first. She thought to tell Eli when she could come. He decided to show her how wrong she was.”

  “Two or three vibes?”

  Mikhal’s eyes gleamed. “Three. Clit. Pussy. Ass.” He held up something resembling an automatic key lock. “We’re aiming for twenty minutes.”

  The sub’s eyes flashed open. A desperate cry issued from behind the gag.

  “Good.” Alex faced Olivia. “I’m not whispering as Cara’s being punished. She insulted the resident Dom. Now she pays.” He nodded toward the squirming female. “The belt she’s wearing is modified to hold three vibes for the areas Mikhal mentioned. They’re on and inside her. Mikhal’s allowing her to get close to climax and then switching them off by remote.” A dangerous glint entered his eyes. “Orgasm denial. It’s a hard lesson. One she won’t forget.”

  Olivia’s breath stayed locked in her lungs. The tingle between her legs swelled to a deeper need. Despite the writhing sub and Mikhal being just feet away, all she could concentrate on were her, Alex, and Kane. It was like—she couldn’t believe she was thinking this—but it was like he was warning her, telling her not to misbehave or she’d be the one bound helpless, tormented, desperate for release.

  Her need grew, dampening her panties.

  Alex’s gaze, deep and focused, stayed locked on her face. “Let’s continue.” He took hold of her arm, steering Olivia past the quietly sobbing sub, leaving her fate to Mikhal.

  The Dom gave a wry salute to Kane as they walked past, his merciless gaze remaining centered on his prisoner.

  A long bar area sat on the left. Wooden stools lined up like sentries, awaiting patrons. With only the five of them in the room, all the unoccupied seating looked somewhat forlorn.

  “You allow drinking?” she asked quietly as they kept walking.

  “No alcohol. We’ll have nonalcoholic cocktails, water, juices. People still like the bar atmosphere but feel safe knowing there’s no risk. Anyone caught with alcohol forfeits their membership.” Kane glanced over at the various pieces of apparatus along the two sidewalls.

  They played with this stuff? It looked like X-rated gym equipment. Some she could guess, like the two giant black X’s with straps and metal rings attached. Others she wasn’t sure she wanted to know.

  “All of this equipment has been custom-designed to mine, Kane, or Eli’s specifications.” Alex ran a hand over something that resembled a pommel horse, its top and stepped down sides cushioned in black leather. “This is one of my favorites.” His eyes darkened to a more wintery hue. “A spanking bench made for a mouthy sub or one whose backside turns just the right shade of red from their master’s touch.”

  Tied down. Helpless. Subject to both pleasure and pain. Her clit throbbed in a sharp thrill of awareness. She risked a quick glance at Alex. He met her with an unflinching stare. She sucked in a tiny breath, looked away.

  “So, lounges, a bar, and”—she licked her lips—“the customized equipment. All good.”

  “Isn’t it just.” Alex’s lips quirked a fraction.

  “We’re pleased you like it, Olivia.” Kane’s amused gaze met hers as he gestured toward the stairs to the left. “We have private rooms upstairs but for now you need to see this.” He took her hand, leading her toward a door next to the raised platform at the end of the room. As they drew closer, a whapping sound grew louder.

  He stopped just before the entrance. His voice again turned whisper soft. “Remember, quiet. Mikhal told me Eli is testing out a new flogger.”

  On what?

  Once Kane stepped out of her way, she had her answer. On a short female with honey-blonde hair caught up in a ponytail.

  The woman’s arms were extended above her head with her leather cuffs attached to chains that fell from a beam in the ceiling.

  Pink streaks decorated pale skin shown off to perfection by the bright light shining down on her. Her head rolled as she leaned back, as if inviting the touch of the flogger.

  A tall man wearing leather pants and biker boots stood behind her, his muscled back and shoulders covered in a light sheen of sweat. With graceful arcs, his arm guided the falls to crisscross her back. His shaggy hair, rich and dark like Olivia's favorite chocolate, swung with the movement of his body. Such a powerful physique spoke of dominance and hinted at the control used to leave only light marks and nothing harder.

  The sub’s moans lured Olivia closer. One step. Then another. Her cries so different from those of the other woman earlier. These were of pure pleasure, more a sigh than anything else. The sub lifted her chin, eyes closed, her mouth open, silently communicating her joy.

  Breathtaking.

  The man, Eli, she presumed, lowered his flogger, then moved to stand beside the woman. She seemed so tiny against his bigger form. He gripped the back of her neck, speaking to her in muted tones before kissing her. Her body swayed under the intensity of his caress. When he lifted his head and smiled, the fierceness that had consumed his face disappeared. From the stool nearby, he picked up a soft-looking cloth, rubbing her body in long, languid strokes, all the while murmuring to her in a deep voice. So gentle. Almost…cherishing her.

  Finally, he dropped the cloth back on the stool. This must be aftercare. She’d dreamed about a Dom picking her up and—

  Crack!

  The Dom’s sharp slap to the sub’s backside sent her reeling forward. Only the chains kept her upright.

  Olivia stared, open mouthed at the pink spot on the woman’s butt cheek.

  Eli gripped the sub’s ponytail, twisting it in his fist as he pushed his other hand between her legs, stroking her pussy. Her soft gasps became louder, more guttural. Olivia stared, transfixed as the sub spoke, no, pleaded, softly to the Dom. He replied a few seconds before her wail filled the room. Shudders wracked her body. Her face, now turned up to the light, seemed caught in a moment of ecstasy.

  Olivia didn’t move, didn’t breathe. She wanted to be that woman. She wanted to be chained, naked, at the mercy of a Dom. Two Doms.

  In this room, confronted with such honesty as before her, she couldn’t hide the truth from herself any longer. She wanted to experience the same wonder of what she’d just seen. And she wanted it to be at the hands and under the dominance of the MacKenzie brothers.

  God help her.

  * * * *

  Alex guessed the moment it all clicked in Olivia’s head. She’d been standing there, her mouth slightly open, with her body leaning forward, subconsciously trying to get closer to the couple under the lights. Wanting. Waiting. Her yearning had been palpable, drawing him to her.

  As the sweet sound of a sub’s climax filled the room, Olivia had stood mesmerized, caught up in the moment.

  Then at a time when he and Kane were taking a breath, letting the afterglow invade themselves as much as the couple, Olivia’s eyes had widened, her breathing catching, h
er gaze dropping from the couple to the ground, before slowly, as if facing a judge at the bench, her gaze rose once more. Then she let out a soft breath, her shoulders relaxing as her thoughts seemed to settle.

  She glanced sideways, caught his study. He didn’t go easy but held her stare. Desire clouded her eyes, and her nipples pebbled through the clingy material of her purple shirt. She was turned on by domination. Wanted a taste. Wanted to feel the weight of the cuffs on her wrists, the thud of the flogger’s falls.

  Alex hardened. The primal force that guided him as a man, as a Dom, fired up, demanding he take her, show her exactly what she yearned for. Strap her to a St. Andrew’s Cross. Tease her. Flog her. Make her come until she forgot her name, and then sink into her pussy and finally get to feel her warmth around him.

  Fuck. He needed a safety net. He glanced at Kane. Shit. No help there. Little bro’s face—eyes bright, mouth taut—was an intense study in frustration. He’d obviously witnessed her reaction, too, and came to the same conclusion, and need, as Alex. They’d so often worked as a team. He couldn’t see it happening any other way with little Red.

  The sounds of chains clinking dragged his gaze forward. Eli had the sub, Rachel, wrapped up in a blanket. He placed her gently in the arms of a DM. Another sub, Gregory, cleaned away the stool and Eli’s equipment, earning a nod of thanks from the Master Dom.

  Only when assured all had been taken care of did Eli walk over.

  “Alex.” Eli shook his hand, then Kane’s, who now stood close to Olivia. Real close.

  Eli’s brow raised a fraction before he turned to their guest. The man’s gaze, one that never missed anything when it came to a sub, sharpened. “You must be Olivia. I’m Eli Wolf.” He held out his hand.

  “I…” She cleared her throat. “Hello, Mr. Wolf.” She shook his hand, thinking how appropriate his surname.

  Big bad wolf. Suited the bastard.

  “When we’re informal like this, call me Eli.” The badass Dom grinned.