Surrounded [Running to Love 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Allyson Young

  “I’ll have Ashley make sure that Jackie and Lacey have front row seats, Meredith. Good thing it’s like Vegas here.” A sudden thought struck him, but now wasn’t the time or place.

  “Alistair?” Meredith was an excellent therapist and an equally excellent Domme. She didn’t miss anything.

  “I hired a new house Dom. Well, a house Dom in training, one of my old army buddies. He’s fucked up, but I think he’ll do really well with the proper instruction. I need someone to top him, show him the ropes from the sub’s perspective.”

  “Honored, Alistair. Introduce us tonight, preferably before I claim Max.”

  “Max won’t have a problem with it?” He knew how stupid the words were even as they fell out of his mouth. He knew that Jackie was going to have an issue with him working with subs. Was that called countertransference, this projecting his thoughts onto the good doctor?

  “Max wants what I want because I know what’s manageable for him.” Meredith’s voice was as cold as a winter morning in Alaska, and Alistair’s alpha surged.

  He gave her a brief nod. “I’m whipped, Meredith. But I’m not apologizing. It’ll take some time for me to adjust.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t like being challenged, Alistair, but my friends who understand my ‘interests’ are few and far between. I’m not stupid enough to want to drive them away. I apologize.” She looked off into the distance before continuing. “And don’t think you need to adjust. You’ll be the dominant when the times are right. Hang on to this happiness tightly, my friend. As I intend to hang on to mine.”

  He watched her elegant form cross the room and head out into the hallway, presumably to where Max awaited her. He marveled again at how so much had changed in such a short space of time. Dave was in for some special training, and Jackie and Lacey were in for a surprise. He ran an experienced eye over the equipment one last time and went to find his women.

  * * * *

  Ashley watched Jackie pace. Finally, she came to sit beside her on the couch, and Ashley put her arm around her and kissed her cheek. “Want to talk about it?”

  Jackie looked toward Dave, who was wiping the bar industriously. She then seemed to look around to be sure the other members weren’t within hearing range. “Just trying to get my head around my brother working at my Dom’s Club,” she said. “And being trained to be a Dom. It kind of makes me queasy. But Dave’s been drifting and his head’s messed up, so maybe this is a good thing. But he and ’Stair are friends, good friends, and I won’t be able to get away with anything!”

  Ash felt the laughter bubble up. Trust Jackie to see where things would lead. She personally thought that Dave could do worse, and that the Club would probably save his sanity. Greg Jackson had nearly sunk without a trace because of a fucked-up event on the job, and Dave had definitely seen equally bad stuff and probably been a part of it. Greg had finally sought help after Lacey left him, but Dave hadn’t had the impetus. But something must have happened for Dave at the place he’d gone to visit. He was already doing better, his eyes bright and his shoulders back. He hadn’t been tracking well the last time he’d been through, and Ash figured he’d let the cat out of the bag about Alistair because he didn’t know if he’d be around to do it later. It would be kind of nice to have a big-brother type around if his head stayed straight.

  “You’ll get away with plenty, sweetheart, if I know you. Be glad you’ve got family close.”

  “Oh, Ash. I’m being selfish again. First Beau and now fretting over Dave. I’m sorry. Forgive me?”

  “That’s what I’m here for, sweetie. I’ll keep you honest, and ’Stair will spank your ass otherwise. And maybe just because he wants to.”

  Ash saw the way Jackie’s eyes darkened and hid a smile. She guessed Jackie’s hind end wasn’t too tender, which boded well for tonight’s festivities. She wanted to see her girl blow Alistair while she used the new toy she’d bought on her. She’d also purchased a little something for herself.

  “Well, we’ll see,” Jackie said primly, and they both dissolved in laughter at how bizarre her tone sounded in that particular setting, clutching one another in their mirth. Ashley saw the looks they were getting, full of amusement and interest. The place was filling up, although only a certain number were going to view the event Ashley was anticipating.

  When she could breathe again, Jackie asked, “What’s the claiming tonight?”

  Ash hid a smile, not very successfully, to judge by the way Jackie glared at her. “Can’t say. You know that. You’ll see for yourself.”

  “Well, shit. I am so curious.”

  “Ladies.” Alistair’s calm voice interrupted what probably would have deteriorated into a teasing match. “Time to go.”

  Ash nearly laughed out loud as Jackie leapt to her feet and launched herself at ’Stair, who of course caught her up and held her to him. He offered his other hand to her, and Ashley nearly closed her eyes against the moment, feeling included, surrounded by love. It was a delicious, complete feeling.

  Chapter Eleven

  Jackie stood with her arm around Ashley while trying to get her head around the fact that Max Brewster was stretched on the St. Andrew’s Cross in this viewing room. She’d actually blinked a couple of times, but it was indeed Max. Another petite woman, Lacey Jackson, was standing right beside her with her husband, and while Jackie didn’t know her well, she did know her husband, Greg. He was a cop, too, a detective. The couple had their own story, if she had heard the gossip correctly, and it was nice to see them together again, obviously very much in love. She kept stealing covert little glances at Lacey’s baby bump, and the other woman caught her looking and gave her a sweet smile before laying a hand on it possessively. A fleeting expression of sadness crossed her features, and Greg instantly pulled her closer into his side. Jackie didn’t know what that was all about, but Greg was clearly as in tune with Lacey as Alistair and Ash were with her. Rowan arrived with Jace, a little late, and the glow that surrounded her lit up the room when she smiled at her fiancé. She made a “call me” sign at Jackie, and Jackie made a mental note to do so as soon as possible. Rowan had essentially run away from love, from Jace, much as she had fled from Alistair, and the fact that both of them were going to marry someone who loved them beyond measure seemed miraculous. Rowan didn’t live that far away, and Jackie was going to ensure that she and hers made the trip often. Besides, she was standing up for Rowan in just six months time, at her best friend’s huge white wedding. It was going to be a circus, but Rowan’s parents had insisted and Jace wanted the celebration, coming from such a childhood lacking in familial love as he had.

  She turned her attention back to the scene that was unfolding, having come to understand that it was Max who was being claimed tonight. She contemplated how she was going to pay Ash back for keeping this little secret even as she wondered how she hadn’t known that Max was bisexual, too. Or maybe he was gay, but that didn’t explain why he had been so willing to be their third that night and had asked many times since. It was a puzzle.

  Then a tall, slender blonde woman strode forward, dressed in a tight, fire-engine-red dress and red stilettos, and Jackie put the pieces together. Holy shit! She thought she’d said the words out loud but then realized it had been Lacey, and that Greg now had his hand over his wife’s mouth and was whispering into her ear. Lacey’s eyes were wide, and she seemed to be bristling with either surprise or indignation. Jackie dragged her eyes away and watched as the older woman employed a single tail with amazing dexterity and competence. Max’s moans filled the room, and the members witnessing the event shuffled and muttered right along with him. It was a highly charged, emotional moment, seeing one of their own claimed for a long-term relationship. Jackie decided she wanted one for herself, and Ashley squeezed her tight and pressed a kiss on her temple. Alistair appeared like magic, making his way behind them both to wrap his arms around their shoulders. They stood, an inverted triangle, watching Max arch into the strikes. Jackie could feel
’Stair’s heart beating ever harder and how his chest swelled with every deep breath, just as she could sense the impact the scene was having on Ashley. Ash rarely had an interest in such things, but it seemed this was different. Jackie herself was so aroused that she forgot how tender her butt was, primarily aware of the plumping saddle of flesh between her legs and the wetness there, her sex clinging to the soaked material of her panties. Alistair’s erection pressed against her hip, and she reached her free hand around to feel for Ashley’s. When Ash twined her fingers with hers, she surreptitiously placed them both against his cock and choked back a giggle when he hitched involuntarily and muttered a dark threat above her head. Ashley shook with silent laughter. Jackie wondered what her penance would be later and decided she could hardly wait to find out. The blonde dropped the lash and moved around in front of Max, and within moments his hips lunged forward as far as his restraints would allow. He groaned and then shouted his release, and Jackie released a breath she hadn’t been aware she’d been holding.

  Alistair suddenly relaxed his hold and stepped away, taking his warmth and comfort with him, and Jackie leaned into Ash. He and Greg went to help get Max down, where he slumped, his upper body over the lap of his Domme, while kneeling at her feet. She leaned over him, running her fingers through his hair, kissing the top of his head with evident tenderness, clearly waiting for him to come back to himself. Jackie heard Lacey commenting in a loud whisper to Greg about how she was going to fix him for hiding this from her.

  “But, honey, it wasn’t mine to tell. It was Dr. Massey’s, Meredith’s, to share. She knew you were coming tonight, so I guess she figured it was time that you found out about her proclivities,” Greg answered in a deep rumbling whisper.

  “But she’s my therapist!”

  “You haven’t seen her in months, Lacey. And she’s quite capable of keeping her professional life separate from this one, although I doubt she’ll see you in her professional capacity again. You would have had to find out sooner or later because she and Max are a couple now, he’s my work partner, and we’re eventually going to hang out together.”

  Jackie watched as Lacey set her lips together and then shrugged. “Well, it was a total shock, although I knew something, I guess, the first time I met her and she was wearing those shoes in the office. And now I have to wrap my head around Max being a sub. Take me home, Greg. You and I have some of our own business to attend to.”

  “In a while, Lace. Max is present again. Hang on.”

  Jackie turned her fascinated gaze from that particular dynamic to the tableau unfolding in front of her. Dr. Meredith was placing a thick gold chain around Max’s neck, and the gentle mastery of the moment brought tears flooding to her eyes. Ashley murmured to her, and Alistair once again returned and took his position behind them. Max lifted his head and stared into his Mistress’s face, and Dr. Meredith kissed him deeply to the now quite vocal sounds of the audience. The air seethed with love and lust.

  Alistair urged them toward the door, and Ash and Jackie went, following Lacey and Greg, the other witnesses coming along behind so that the couple could have their privacy. Jackie imagined that Dr. Meredith would expect a little something more from Max tonight. She blessed the fact that at least she hadn’t actually slept with him. That would make it just too weird. She laughed inwardly at her justification and then promptly forgot about Max and his Domme because Alistair had opened the door to “their” room.

  She and Ashley preceded him inside, and then Ash was on her, pulling away her clothes. Jackie returned the favor, and the two of them tumbled, naked, onto the bed, kissing and stroking one another with abandon. She managed a glance at ’Stair, who was slowly unbuttoning his shirt, staring at them, his face taut with desire, eyes glowing like peridots. His leathers bulged. And then she was lost in Ashley’s loving ministrations. Her sweetheart kissed her way down to her apex and tantalized with little licks and sucks that had Jackie writhing against the sensations. She arched and heard herself begging, and then Ashley turned her whole body, sliding her legs up to press her own sex against Jackie’s cheek. Jackie rolled to her side and pushed her face between Ash’s legs, mirroring Ash’s now more leisurely laps and stroking with her talented tongue. She soon felt her orgasm beckon again, just as she felt Ash’s, as the telltale flutters of her lover’s sheath increased against her questing tongue. Jackie focused her attention on Ash’s clit. Ashley sucked hers, and as happened so often before, their climaxes hit simultaneously. They shuddered in concert, thighs clenching, bellies rippling, the quiet of the room broken only by their pants and Alistair’s louder breathing.

  “Ladies.” His strained voice brought Jackie out of her postorgasmic bliss, and she smiled up at him lazily, quite replete. He was naked, and his cock swelled to bursting before her interested gaze, the droplet of pre-cum shimmering like a pearl on the engorged cock head. He stepped closer and she reached up to run a fingernail lightly down the throbbing vein on the underside. He immediately fisted his hand in her hair and tugged. She ceased her teasing immediately and let him coax her to her knees. He stood before her, his bobbing shaft at a perfect angle.

  “Can you manage, Ash?” His question seemed to come from his belly, edgy and with a hint of entreaty. Ashley groaned but struggled up and pulled two of the pillows forward, arranging them in front of Jackie’s knees, and then got up to cross the room to the dresser.

  She picked up something, and Jackie could see her wrap a strap around her waist. She tilted her head a little to peer further past ’Stair’s hip, her movements impeded by his grasp on her hair. Ashley turned to face her, and Jackie felt her eyes pop. Holy mother. The threat of using a strap-on had actually been a promise. It was freaking huge, and Jackie instantly decided that Ash was going to experience a few new things herself after this if she really planned to shove that thing up inside of her. Ash smiled evilly, and Jackie watched, mesmerized, as she poured lube into her hands and fondled the massive phallus.

  “It’s your favorite color, sweetheart.”

  Since when had she liked purple the best? Well, maybe starting now. The purple cock glistened with lube, and the little rounded protrusions scattered all over it seemed to beckon to her. Jackie locked eyes with Ashley and gave her silent assent. A tug on her hair had her paying attention to Alistair, who was visibly struggling with both lust and mirth at her perusal of the sex toy. “A little attention here, darlin’.”

  “Hang on a minute! Wait for me!” Ashley hurried to the bed, the strap on bobbing obscenely in front of her, and Jackie wanted to laugh. There was such absurdity to this whole thing, such joy, and such intense pleasure. Her whole heart and soul were chock-full. ’Stair’s cock brushed her lips, and she swiped at it with her tongue, remembering to keep her hands on her thighs. He hissed and pulled back a little, waiting for Ash to get into position. Ashley knelt behind her. Jackie could feel her warmth as the bed dipped. Ash snuggled against her, and Jackie realized that the pillows were for extra support because with Ash’s weight on her and the implied fucking, things could get a little intense. God, she hoped so. Ashley’s hands eased her legs further apart and she did her best to balance, Alistair now using his other hand to hold her in place. New sexual adventures seemed to need some choreography, and Jackie wished they’d hurry and learn their places. She took the wish back when the fake cock notched itself at her entrance and it began to make little forays up inside. She gasped, and ’Stair shoved his cock in her mouth. The double penetration made her want to scream with the intensity of it, and she did her best to focus on both. As the toy filled her, a buzzing sound commenced, and she heard Ashley curse.

  Jackie sucked Alistair to the back of her throat and timed her frantic licks and swallows to Ash’s jerky thrusts, the vibrator evidently taking some of her focus away. Jackie wondered if it was inside Ash or working against her clit but didn’t have long to consider it because Ashley was fucking her harder and deeper, the phallus stretching her, the little ribbed protrusions pushing her hi
gher. Alistair took over the blow job, fucking her face with measured, controlled strokes, exhorting her to keep her mouth tightly closed and her throat relaxed. Jackie didn’t know if she could keep breathing against the sensual assault, and when Ash suddenly stiffened with her own climax, shoving the purple beast perfectly against her G-spot, Jackie went over, and her involuntary inhalation took Alistair right along with her. He flooded her palate, and she drank him down, nearly choking on the flood of it.

  He pulled out of her mouth, and she slumped forward, her head dropping off the bed, saliva and semen still pooled in her mouth in an erotic aftertaste. Ashley collapsed on top of her, and Alistair hastened to kneel beside her to support them both. Jackie swallowed again and tried to breathe. Okay then. Done for now. After an eternity, Ashley pulled out of her and Jackie vaguely heard her tease Alistair, something about all the possibilities out there. His deep voice laughed with her, and then he urged Jackie to get up. She ignored him and slithered backward on the bed until she could rest her head on one of the pillows. He lay down beside her and pulled her close, but she didn’t open her eyes. They were going to tag team her to sexual death. Ashley soon stretched out her other side, commenting on how it didn’t really matter which way they slept because there were restraints on both the headboard and footboard. Alistair had created two monsters. A soft fabric drifted over her, and she drifted, too, content and once again surrounded.

  * * * *

  Alistair didn’t really sleep, but he relaxed in a kind of twilight doze. Ashley slumbered, as did Jackie. He soon had to get up and tend to Club business, and then they had to get home because of Bozo. Taking care of the dog would be good practice for the family he intended to start with Jackie in the very near future. He wondered if they should get married first. He ran his hand over the silken length of her back and stroked the curve of her buttocks. She squirmed a little beneath his touch, even in her sleep, and he smiled. Then he reached over further and stroked Ash’s hair. She came awake with a cop’s response and then relaxed when she saw it was him.