Foul Play [Merricks, Montana] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by McKinlay Thomson

  They made their way downstairs where James was waiting. He was standing at the bottom of the steps holding the big overcoat that Sarah would wear to and from the club.

  James slipped the coat onto her shoulders and buttoned it up, as Blake went and put his on over his leathers. Both brothers had their leather pants on tonight and black silk shirts. Black boots finished off their outfits. They would remove the shirts when they reached the club, but not until they started their scene with Sarah.

  “Go wait on the porch, little darling. I’ve just got to speak to Blake for a moment.” James gave Sarah a little kiss and shoved her toward the door. When she was outside, he turned toward Blake.

  “Did you find out what was wrong with her?” James asked him. He brushed a hand through his hair in obvious frustration.

  “No, she said it was because she was feeling down about not being able to share this with Jenny, but I can tell there is more to it and she is holding something back.”

  “Maybe something happened at the library. She was fine until she finished work. Could someone have said something to get her upset?”

  “No, I don’t think so. It feels like more than that. I don’t think it has anything to do with the club either. At first I did, but now it feels like something else. I just can’t put my finger on what it could be.”

  “She’ll tell us in time. We just have to be patient. If we push too hard it will just make her more reluctant to tell us.”

  “I’m going to spank her ass good when she does. She should trust us to help her if she has problems.” Blake looked out of the window at Sarah. She was staring at something in the distance, but Blake could tell she wasn’t really looking. She was in her head again.

  “Look at her, James. She is feeling guilty about something. Yes, she is sad, but that look is guilt.” Blake turned back to face his brother.

  “What would she be feeling guilty about?”

  “Not sure.”

  Blake and James exited the house and they all jumped into the truck to head to the club. Blake looked over at Sarah. James drove out of the driveway and toward town. He was excited about Sarah going to the club. Tonight was about them. He would just have to be patient and wait to see what the hell was wrong with his woman. When he did, he would be the loving, supporting, butt-spanking man she could always rely on.

  * * * *

  James passed the receptionist the forms that they had to fill out for Sarah to get into the club. She had filled them out quickly, and with James’s help they determined her hard limits. She signed the bottom that she understood the rules of the club, and with that they were in. Blake and James showed her where the women’s locker room was and told her not to be long.

  When they entered the main part of the club, James clutched Sarah’s hand. Blake went to the bar to get them all a drink. Sarah was on water and the brothers would stick to soda. Once they had done their scene they could have a drink, but just one. Alcohol and the lifestyle didn’t mix, and the owner, Wolf, didn’t tolerate anyone who indulged too much in his club. More than one patron had been thrown out because they had imbibed too much. It impaired judgment, and that was a bad thing for everyone concerned.

  James pointed out the various sections of the club as they waited. The long bar was to the right of the entry and was dotted with barstools. The lounge for the Doms sat in the far corner next to the door that led to the more serious part of the club. It had a section of booths lining the back wall, with a buffet table lined with food. The dance floor took up a large part of the room. The unattached subs’ lounge sat in the opposite corner to the Doms’ lounge. The stage, which was mainly used for ceremonies or displays, sat between it and the booths.

  Blake returned with their drinks, and they made their way over to the Doms’ lounge. A few of their friends were already seated, their subs kneeling at their feet. Chase and Jarrod Walker were there, and so were Brock, Grayson, and Pierson Carter.

  James took an empty couch and pulled Sarah onto his lap. He didn’t want her kneeling at his feet until she was a little more comfortable with her surroundings. Blake took the seat next to him and pulled Sarah’s feet across his lap.

  “How you doing, little darling?” James whispered in her ear. They had already gone through the rules she had to abide by while inside the club. Not to look other Doms in the eye, keep her own eyes lowered, don’t talk unless asking permission first, always call them Sir or Master, the usual stuff.

  “I’m fine, Master James. It wasn’t what I was expecting. It looks like a normal club. Other than the fact there are people here that are naked or getting led around on leads.”

  “Yes, out here is pretty vanilla, but once you go through that door, it will get a bit more intense,” James told her. He pointed to the large wooden door that led to the play area and private rooms.

  “Don’t worry, baby. This club doesn’t cater to the extremes of the lifestyle. There are a few sadists and masochists here, but they are restricted in what they can do. It keeps everyone safe. That is why people come here,” Blake added.

  James stroked Sarah’s back, and she was soon relaxing against him. It was almost time to go into the back off the club. They had booked one of the spanking benches, the one that looked a lot like a padded sawhorse. It was James’s favorite and he had one at home. They had chosen that particular one for Sarah, as she was familiar with it. They didn’t want to push her too hard on her first visit.

  It wasn’t long before the other Doms came over to talk with them and check out Sarah. They all had heard or seen the incident at the bar and wanted to meet the woman who had taken Candy on.

  James scooted Sarah off his lap and stood up. It was time for their scene and they had to get their stuff. Blake excused himself and went to get their toy bags from the men’s locker room. As they moved to leave the lounge, the owner of the club approached.

  “James, good to see you again. This must be the feisty lady everyone is talking about.” Wolf MacBain shook James’s hand as he looked Sarah over. Wolf was a tall man, maybe a few inches taller than James. He was top-heavy with huge, bulging muscles. Wolf was an ex-marine that had been discharged because of injury. A long scar ran down the side of his face, and he walked with a limp. He had started the club after he left the marines. He very rarely talked about the time he served. He was a hard Dom and very rarely did a scene with any of the free subs. It was going to take a special woman indeed to love this brute of a man. He radiated danger, and James knew that was why the women avoided him.

  Sarah stood there silently with her head bowed and her hands clasped together. She was the very picture of a perfect little sub, waiting for James to include her.

  “Good to see you, too, Wolf. Yes, this is my Sarah. Come and say hello.” James motioned Sarah to his side. “Sarah, this is Master Wolf. He owns the club.”

  “Hello, Master Wolf,” Sarah said meekly. She was peering at him through her lashes but kept her head bowed.

  “Not as feisty as everyone seems to think, hey James,” Wolf said. Wolf wasn’t his real name. It was Aiden, and Wolf was just a code name he went by and never had given up.

  “She certainly can be, but Blake and I keep her in line,” James replied. He heard Sarah suck in a breath, but she didn’t say anything.

  “Well, you three have fun tonight and try to stay away from Candy. She is on the prowl somewhere here tonight. I’ve been itching to ban her, but I don’t want it to be at your Sarah’s expense.” With that, Wolf turned and walked away. James was glad for the heads up. He wanted to avoid Candy if at all possible, if only for Sarah’s peace of mind.

  He ushered Sarah out of the lounge and threw open the doors to the other half of the club. As soon as the door closed behind them the atmosphere changed. Moans of pain and pleasure could be heard throughout the room. Whips and floggers slapped against flesh and the sound of sex heightened people’s awareness.

  Blake was already at the spanking bench when James and Sarah walked over. Her eyes wer
e big as she looked around. For someone new to the lifestyle it was certainly an eye-opener.

  “Are we ready?” James turned to Blake. He had set up all the equipment that they needed and was removing his silk shirt. James followed, removing his own shirt, and then told Sarah firmly to get naked. She shyly looked around, hesitating before her hands went to the ties on her corset. When James raised an eyebrow at her, she quickly undressed and folded her clothes before passing them to Blake. She knelt down in the position they had been practicing and waited.

  She was beautiful when she was naked, kneeling at his feet, and he felt himself getting hard behind his leathers. He couldn’t wait to get started, but they had to follow protocol and make sure Sarah was ready and willing. When Blake asked her what color she was and she replied green, his heart skipped a beat. He was so proud that she would do all this for them, getting out of her comfort zone and trying new things. James and Blake asked a lot from her. She was vanilla until she met them, and while scared and grieving she had accepted them and gone out of her way to please them.

  James knew without a doubt that he loved Sarah in that moment. She was waiting for their next instruction. The trust shined out through her green eyes. James would wait to tell her, even though the words were on the tip of his tongue. He knew Blake felt the same way, too. He could see the love shining out of his brother’s eyes. They were going to have to discuss how they planned to tell her. They could organize a romantic night out, then come home to the house lit with candles and the bed covered with rose petals.

  God, he was getting romantic. James shook off the thought and concentrated on what they were doing now. He had plenty of time to wax poetic. He moved to stand next to the spanking bench and checked the cuffs attached to the legs.

  “Stand, sub, and lie on the bench.” James used his Dom voice to get her attention. She jumped to do his bidding and James smiled. Yes, he loved her, and he was going to paddle her ass good.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Sarah lay along the spanking bench and James moved in to attach the cuffs to her wrists and ankles. She was a little overwhelmed with all the sights and sounds that she had seen and heard since entering this part of the club. Nearly everyone was naked and was doing some form of sex act.

  A man was tied to a St. Andrew’s Cross as a Domme whipped his ass, but what had Sarah’s eyes popping out of her head was the man kneeling at his feet giving him a blow job at the same time. Then there was a woman on a spanking bench not far from theirs who had a freshly reddened butt and her Dom’s cock pumping in and out of her ass. Another man knelt at his Dom’s feet as they watched the scene. The sub’s cock looked angry, caged in a cock-and-ball ring. The Dom reached down and patted his head every so often.

  Sarah had never seen sex in public before, and had very rarely watched porn on TV even. Now she had just copped an eyeful of people so intimately involved, she didn’t know where to look. Her pussy gushed at the sight of people having sex, and she felt so turned on by the sights she was seeing. Did that make her a pervert? Probably not, they had chosen to do it here and it wasn’t like she was peeping on a private moment.

  She felt Blake grab a handful of her hair and tug her head back. It didn’t hurt, but did get her attention.

  “Pay attention, sub. I asked you a question,” he said.

  “Sorry, Master Blake. It won’t happen again,” she replied. She knew it would, but she said that to placate him. He knew it, too, if his chuckle was any indication.

  “I’ll ask again, little girl. What color are you?” He ran his fingers around the cuffs he had just put on, checking that they weren’t tight. Sarah thought about it before answering.

  “Green, Master Blake.” Sarah kept her head down and tried to focus on what was coming next, but the sensuous sounds around her kept drawing her attention. The swat to her ass from Master James’s favorite paddle soon had her attention back where it was needed.

  It wasn’t long before she was drifting again, as James brought the paddle down on her rump again and again. Only this time her mind wasn’t wandering toward other scenes. It had entered what James had told her was subspace. A place where she floated in pleasure and her worries drifted away. She didn’t think she would be able to reach that level of euphoria here, out of her comfort zone and in front of strangers. But she had and she was floating in a world of calm and bliss.

  Sarah was soon brought back down to earth, when Blake nudged her chin up. His cock pointed straight at her mouth and without instruction she opened her mouth and took him in. She felt James’s fingers rub her pussy and spread her juices before tickling her clit. She was so hot and ready. It wouldn’t take long before she exploded in ecstasy.

  “You are not to come without permission, little sub,” Blake said from above her. She moaned a response around his cock and heard him growl back at her. Sarah would have smiled if her mouth weren’t full. If she had learnt anything about her men it was that they loved when she moaned or hummed around their cocks whilst giving head.

  James rubbed his large cock against her slit before slowly pushing into her channel. She moaned again when he was fully seated, and waited for him to withdraw. He paused for what felt like ages, but was really only a few seconds before he worked his cock in and out of her tight cunt.

  Sarah loved the feeling of her men when they rode her from behind. It was her favorite position. They hit the spot that had her panting and moaning, then screaming. It wasn’t long before she was doing just that, the cock in her mouth muffling her sounds.

  When James slipped one long finger into her back hole, Sarah knew she wasn’t going to last much longer. The tight fit made James’s cock feel impossibly big. He picked up the pace, slamming into her again and again. Sarah spiraled toward completion, too much in ecstasy to worry about not obeying their order. Just when she thought she couldn’t last another second, Blake gave her the permission she needed and she tipped over into an explosive orgasm that left her shaking.

  Blake soon followed, his cum pouring into her mouth. She swallowed it all and licked him clean as she panted for breath. James bellowed his completion behind her, stilling his thrusts. He held her hips as his hot cum filled her passage.

  Sarah slumped onto the bench and left Blake and James to sort out the rest. She was too exhausted to do anything but lie there and let her men look after her. She felt Blake lift her from the bench and wrap her in a warm, soft blanket. She rested her head against his shoulder as he lifted her into his arms and carried her into the Doms’ lounge.

  Blake sat on one of the couches and rubbed her on the back, placing little kisses along her forehead. That was the best sex she had ever had. She didn’t even care or notice for that matter, that they were in a club full of people, anyone could have been watching. They would have seen her naked ass in the air wobbling as they spanked her, her large breasts bouncing back and forth. She was just too sated to care.

  James joined them and Blake stood up with her still in his arms, his strength impressive, as he carried her from the club and put her in the truck. James jumped into the driver’s seat and they were on their way home. Sarah cuddled up to Blake and soon fell asleep. She woke as the brothers placed her into bed, crawling in on either side of her and tucking her close to their bodies. Then fell asleep again.

  * * * *

  It had been two long weeks since Sarah had first gone to the club with her men. They had taken her back another two times, and each time Sarah was still overwhelmed, but intrigued by the things she encountered there. She liked going to the club with the brothers and looked forward to each visit. They were going back tomorrow night, and Sarah knew they had something special planned for her, she just wasn’t sure what it was.

  She had even managed to put the guilt behind her that had ridden her hard that first night, after she had made the phone call to her sister. She was happy that her family was all right. Kate was shocked and angry that Sarah had put her cover at risk by ringing, but glad to talk to her. They hadn
’t spoken long, just long enough for Sarah to know that they were well and missing her, but understood that she was safest to stay away. Sarah never said where she was and tried not to give any details about the town or her men. She hoped no one was listening in, but if they were she thought she did an adequate job to keep her location unknown.

  Sarah was at work puttering around the library and putting away returned books once more. She loved it here, not only at work, but the town and with the men she was staying with. She knew once this was over, she would be coming back. That was if the men wanted her, too. She thought they did. They hadn’t said any words of love yet, but neither had she.

  She planned to change that tonight when she was home. She had organized to cook the brothers her favorite dish, and then she was going to seduce them. She wanted the brothers to finally take her at the same time. She was ready and had worn her large butt plug all day at work. It was not the most comfortable experience, but she did it for her men. Afterward Sarah planned to tell them she loved them and hoped it didn’t spook them away.

  Sarah heard the phone ring at the front desk and Ruby’s cheerful voice answered. She went about her business and didn’t pay attention to what Ruby was saying. Once she had finished her work, she went to the front desk, just as Ruby was hanging up the phone.

  “That was the weirdest phone conversation I have ever had. They were asking all sorts of strange questions. Not just about the library, but about the town and who works here. Odd, really odd,” Ruby said. She was rubbing her forehead and looking confused.

  “I wouldn’t worry about it, Ruby. Probably just a tourist looking to stay, or an investor checking things out. We used to get calls like that all the time, back home,” Sarah reassured her. They did get stupid calls all the time back at her other library. People used to think that because it was a library they would know the answers to the stupidest things. Half the time she just made the answers up. It used to drive her old boss crazy. Librarian humor wasn’t always the funniest thing around, but Sarah liked to think so.