by Jane Jamison
“What are you doing?” She hadn’t known it would be so public.
“First of all, start calling us sir. We’re giving you that test you wanted. Pass this and I’ll believe what you say. But my bet’s on you wimping out before it’s all over.”
Wimping out? Not a chance. I’ll show you what I’m made of.
Were they like all the other men she’d known? Demanding that she tow their line? Suddenly she doubted everything they’d told her. Had he and Ron already lied to her? Were they involved with another woman? Another submissive?
She didn’t have any evidence to suggest that they’d lied or cheated. Yet, although they’d said they wanted her as their sub, had they made any real commitment to her? They’d told her she could stay with them forever, but were those just words? Did she have a right to their loyalty and fidelity since she’d never said she wanted the same thing?
But all that didn’t matter right now. She had to prove to them and to herself once and for all that she trusted them. And she did trust them. Didn’t she?
Hank took the microphone. “Everyone, I need your attention, please.”
Oh, shit. What’s he going to do?
She hated standing in front of all those people. As a waitress, she’d felt absorbed by the crowd, just one of many. But he’d put her out front and center, where all eyes watched her. She felt more exposed than she ever had.
“This is Carly Rivers. She’s one of the new waitresses.” He gave her a tight smile. “She’s also the woman Ron and I plan on taking as our personal submissive.”
A few groans, coming from both men and women, surprised her. Did those people have an interest in her, too?
“But she’s new, raw talent. And she has a chip on her shoulder when it comes to men.”
She gaped at him, unbelieving that he’d said that. “Are you out of your mind?” she hissed. “Why are you telling them that?”
Hank pretended he didn’t hear her. “As some of you already know, she’s had a rough go of it growing up. From what I heard, her relationships after she went to college weren’t great, either.”
Was he going to tell everyone all about her? Not only strangers, but townspeople she knew? She started to duck her head, embarrassed, then fought against it. Slowly, she lifted her gaze and found another surprise. A few of those watching had expressions of sympathy on their faces. The idea that they pitied her turned her stomach. Yet others, more women than men, gazed at her with understanding. Were they rooting for her? Cheering her on to take the test and prove that she’d risen above the pain of her past?
She tried to jerk her arm out of his grip, but couldn’t. “I thought you said you’d never force me to do anything.”
He stared down at her. “And I won’t. Not now, not ever. I thought you said you were ready for this. If not, just say the word. At least then we’ll both know that you chickened out.”
“I don’t chicken out.” She tossed her head back, ready to go through hell, if she had to.
Ron came up the steps and took his place on the other side of her. “Darlin’, you pushed him into this, but you don’t have to do it,” he whispered.
“Do you want to be our sub, Carly?” Hank turned her free and crossed his arms. “Can you do this?”
“Yes.”
He turned back to the mic. “If Carly is going to be Ron’s and my sub, she has to learn to trust us. Tell her, everyone. Can she trust us?”
A cheer broke out and heads nodded. They were all in support of Hank and Ron.
He moved the microphone aside. “So? Are you ready to give this a go? Or do you want to use the safe word?”
She thrust out her chest and planted her feet apart. “I’m green.”
Ron smiled and glided his palm along her arm. “Carly, relax and just let it all go. If you can, if you’re really a natural submissive as we think you are, then you’re going to love this. You can trust us. Please, believe that.”
The men stepped back, putting a couple of feet between them. Her heart raced as she waited for whatever would come next.
“Take your shirt off.”
“What?” She glanced around at the crowd. Stripping in front of Hank and Ron, even Paul and Destin, was one thing. This was another.
He remained calm, but steadfast. “I said take your shirt off, baby.”
She knew her options. She could do it or refuse. It was that simple. And yet, looking out over the crowd, she found another choice she hadn’t expected. She could enjoy it.
Every set of eyes was on her, and a flush of lust washed over her. At first she’d gotten caught up in the tension between her and Hank, but now, as they watched her, some hopeful, some greedy with their own lust, she realized that she wanted to take her shirt off.
“Are you okay, darlin’?”
She nodded without looking at Ron, then reached up to the clasp at the back of her neck and unhooked the halter. Pausing, she scanned the audience, then let go of the straps. Her halter skimmed over her chest, along her breasts, then lay against her flat stomach.
The chilly air of the air conditioning tickled her nipples, but that wasn’t what hardened them. It was the way the others looked at her, the way a couple of the men licked their lips that had her pussy clenching, awakening to this new kind of arousal.
Hank eased behind her and undid the other clasp. Her halter dropped to the stage. When he bent and pressed a light kiss against her shoulder, she moaned, unable to resist voicing her delight at his touch.
“Are you okay? Should we keep going?”
“Green.” The one word was all she needed to say.
The others watching added to her excitement, but it was the touch of Hank’s mouth against her skin that was the real impetus of her yearning. When Ron reached around to cup her breasts, the fire that had started when her breasts were freed of their constraints burst into a firestorm. She arched her back for Ron and tilted her head for Hank.
Hank’s chuckle slid along her shoulder as he nibbled a path to the back of her neck. “See? I knew you’d like this. Just do what we tell you to do. We won’t disappoint you.”
She lifted her arm to take hold of his hair and keep his mouth to her flesh. The gesture lifted her breasts higher, and a murmur of appreciation came from the spectators. “What if I disappoint you?”
“That’ll never happen. Spanking or not.” Ron pinched her nipples, sending a sting to flash inward. “We want you just the way you are. Imperfections included.”
She laid her head back and concentrated on the feelings their caresses gave her. “Who, me? Imperfections? Not a chance, boys.”
Ron tweaked her nipple harder than before.
“Ow.”
“When we’re at the club, you must call us sir or master. One or the other, but never boys.”
She’d called other men at the club sir when she’d remembered, and had called Master Paul and Master Destin by their preferred titles. But that was different. That was part of the job. With Hank and Ron, it would mean something more. Something important.
“Yes, sir.” And yet she couldn’t resist adding just a hint of defiance to her tone. Whether Ron noticed it, she couldn’t tell.
“Take off the skirt.”
A tremble rushed through her. Could she do that? Without any panties on, she’d be completely naked in front of the crowd except for the black boots she wore.
She hesitated, earning a hard, questioning stare from Hank. Again, came the choices. And again, there was a third choice. As much as she liked having people see her topless, wouldn’t she like it as much, maybe better, to let them see all of her?
Taking in a steadying breath, she undid the button at the rear of her hem, then slid the zipper down. The skirt felt loose, but not enough to ride over her hips and fall away.
“Sub, you’re not working fast enough.” Hank skimmed his fingers along the inside of the hem. “When I tell you do something, then you do it right then. Not ten minutes later. Now get on with it.”
; Her defiance leapt to life again, along with a heavy dose of lust. Her nipples ached for another flick of Ron’s fingers and her pussy wept, needing to feel first their hands, then their cocks—finally!—inside her both front and back. If she submitted to them, if she showed them that she wanted to be their submissive, would they give her that as a reward?
She hooked her thumbs behind the hem and shoved it to the floor.
Oh, my God. I really did it.
Yet, instead of the humiliation she would’ve imagined she’d feel, a sense of freedom took hold of her. She was naked, fully revealed to the world, and she loved it. Again, a murmur of appreciation for her body drifted to her. They liked how she looked, but she saw something else besides lust in their eyes. She saw admiration.
“Kneel in front of me.”
Ron took her by the arm and made her face him. He was glorious, his brown eyes deepening to a rich chocolate color and his firm, masculine lips a straight line as his jaw worked. He scanned her, going over her from top to bottom at a slow pace.
“Kneel,” he repeated. His hand went to his crotch.
Her eyes widened at the sight of his huge, curved cock thrusting out from the zipper of his jeans. The tip of it glistened under the spotlights above them. For the first time since she’d gotten on stage, she forgot that anyone other than the two men she desired were there.
She went to her knees, but when she started to take his cock in her hand, Hank’s fingers dug into her shoulder. “No, baby. Not until he tells you to. Ask him.”
She lifted her gaze to Ron’s glittering one. “Do you want me to suck on you?”
Hank’s fingers dug in even more. “Ask the correct way.”
The pain was quick, like he’d pricked her with a knife, but she liked it. Seconds after the pain eased, came a fresh wave of craving. Craving for her men. Craving for them to tell her how to please them. Craving for them to please her.
“Do you want me to suck on you, sir?” She loved the feeling of all those eyes on her.
“Good, darlin’. You’re learning fast. And yes. Suck on my cock.”
She leaned in, taking care to grip him so that the chain of his zipper wouldn’t scrape against his tender skin. Tender, yes, but hard, too. Like an iron rod covered with the softest of material and filled with an exotic scent that brought her to a higher level of arousal.
Closing her eyes, she drew him in, then let out a sigh. He tasted a lot like Hank, as though their friendship had made them that close, but it held a different slant of flavor she loved. She took her time, letting her tongue lead the way, as she brought him as far back into her throat as she could. His moan and the surge of delight were her rewards, but the biggest reward was the knowledge that she’d pleased him.
She startled when Hank got on his knees beside her, then skimmed his palm along her butt. Would he spank her? She tensed just thinking about that possibility. Could she enjoy that, too? Or would it always be associated with another kind of pain that came at the hands of her father? She moaned, a sound that was filled not with pleasure, but with heartache.
“Easy, baby. I’m not going to do that. Not until you’re ready for it.”
She relaxed a little and renewed her attention to Ron’s cock. In and out she brought him, then was happy when he undid his jeans to have them puddle on top of his boots.
And yet it seemed that Hank wasn’t going to let her relax all the way. His fingers slid into the crease between her ass, then teased the tight ring of muscles around her dark hole. His breath was warm against her ear.
“I’m going to get you ready, baby. Once you are, I’m going to fuck your ass in front of all these people. Would you like that?” The sound of a tube getting popped open came and went, seconds before the chill of the gel hit the tight ring of her anus.
Like it? Hell, yes, but she wanted more. She wanted Ron fucking her pussy while Hank fucked her ass. But she wouldn’t complain. Sooner or later, they’d give her everything she wanted. All she had to do was give them what they wanted first. Not in a bad way, but in the way she’d give a gift to a loved one.
Was that what being a sub was about? Giving because she cared about them without expecting anything in return? Yet knowing that, because they cared for her, would they give her what she needed and wanted, too?
She cupped Ron’s balls and held his cock to her with the other hand. Working his hips back and forth, he soon became more demanding, thrusting harder and harder. She hollowed her cheeks, determined to give him her best.
She was alive, her body humming under the touches of her men. Her Doms. Giving of herself had taught her that much. She wanted to be their sub and ached to have them claim her.
A coolness slid over and around her anus. Unable to turn Ron’s cock loose to look, she felt her butthole clench as Hank worked the lube around her puckered rings, then dipped his fingers into the darkness. Her walls grabbed hold of him as he slid first one, then another finger inside her.
“Easy, baby. Just loosening you up. This is going to be good.”
She whimpered, her excitement building again, as his other hand found the spot between her legs and moved her pussy folds apart. He was using both hands on her, capturing her between the deliciousness of her first exploration into anal sex and her thrill to have him massage her clit.
Her body was on fire, and yet she was losing the strength to withstand all the sensations pummeling her. She quickened her pace on Ron. His cock grew even harder, his balls tightening. He was coming to the end.
Hank rubbed her clit, the ball of his palm banging against the throbbing nub. He sank two fingers into her pussy, matching the two he plunged into her butthole. Setting up a rhythm with both hands, he set the pace as she tried to match her sucks with his thrusts.
She was filled with Hank’s fingers and Ron’s cock, her mind swirling with her need boiling higher and higher. When Ron pulled his cock away from her, she reached out, moaning her complaint. Yet when Hank withdrew both his hands, she was torn, fearful that she’d done something wrong.
“Stand up, baby.”
With Ron’s help, she got to her feet. She took in the people who had gotten closer. Again, she was thrilled that they were watching her. She would’ve never thought that she’d love putting on a sex show, but she couldn’t deny it. Maybe the men were right after all? Maybe she was a natural submissive.
“Put your hands behind your back.”
She did as Hank commanded her, but even knowing what was coming, she couldn’t hold back her gasp when Ron tied her hands behind her back.
“What are you going to do?”
Hank tilted his head at her in that inquisitive way he had that both alarmed and thrilled her. She never knew what he was about to say and not knowing gave her a rush.
“Baby, you’ve got to learn to ask questions the right way. Don’t forget. We’re sir or master to you.”
“Then let’s let her learn it the hard way.” Ron slipped behind her then braced her head, keeping it still as he put his hands on her jaw and made her face Hank.
“What’s that mean?”
She was about to add sir to her question when Hank clutched her face, and pushing against her cheeks, had her open her mouth. He inserted the ball gag into her mouth before she knew what was going on.
Alarm ripped into her even as she fought against it, telling herself that Hank and Ron wouldn’t hurt her. But how was she supposed to say the safe word if she needed to?
“Relax, Carly.” Hank fixed the ball gag straps behind her head and locked it. “You can’t speak, so if you need to let us know that you don’t like what we’re doing, then shake your head hard and fast.” He cupped her cheek, his eyes softening. “Are you green? Do you want to go on?”
She swallowed, then nodded. She was in it all the way. To prove to them that she could take whatever they gave her. To give them the pleasure that they deserved. And, if they’d told her the truth, to receive as much pleasure as she gave.
Hank kept his eye
s on her as he thrust his hand between her legs again and fingered her clit. “Come for me, baby. Right now. Hard and fast.”
She closed her mind, surprised at how quickly the climax came. Ron held her from behind, holding her up as she cried out the intense release, her scream muffled by the gag. Her thoughts, barely coherent already, shattered.
And still Hank finger-fucked her, driving her into oblivion and back again. She’d never believed in multiple orgasms, had never experienced anything that had come close, but she’d been wrong. Again, her climax grew, shooting through her body, racking it until she had no choice but to lean on Ron. When it reached the final height, it dropped again, barreling downward from the tip of her head into her weeping pussy.
Her body shook, spilling her cream and taking away any chance of her remaining on her feet. She was standing only with the help of Ron and the power of Hank’s fingers inside her.
“Damn, but you’re hot. I can’t wait to fuck you, baby.” Hank withdrew his hands, and still her body shook. He slipped his fingers into his mouth and sucked off her juices.
Putting his hand against her back, Hank bent her over then, and undoing his jeans in one quick motion, he put his cock at her ass and eased it inside.
Holy hell.
At first, the sensation of him driving into her frightened her. But fear transformed quickly, morphing into a sensation that filled not only her body, but her emotions.
Her hair fell in front of her face, her body teetering on the verge of falling face forward. If Ron hadn’t held her up, she might’ve tumbled into the mesmerized crowd.
Hank held her hips and pounded into her. Again and again with the precision of a machine, he took her, groaning out each thrust. Then, going still, he tensed. When he drove into her again, he roared his release, then pulled his shaft out to spill his seed over the small of her back. His body shuddered, ramming quick, hard thrusts as his climax bolted out of him. When at last he stopped, he skimmed his hand along her butt cheek, then gave her soft caress. Hank stumbled away and Ron eased her back into a standing position.