“Oh, please,” Emily said. “I have had enough. Please go and stay away from me. Austin, you aren’t the head of anything. Our dads are, and Mom would have something to say about that, too. I love Wolf and Hawk and have every intention of perusing a meaningful relationship with them.”
“Stop acting like a trollop,” Austin said. “You are our baby sister and you are letting two men do god knows what to you. I can’t stand by and do nothing.”
“Wow,” Emily said. She didn’t expect to feel such pain at Austin’s harsh words. She knew he was just angry and it was making him act like a bonehead, but he was raised in this town, too, and they were taught acceptance.
That meant for everyone, not just when he chose to. God, she knew the three of them shared women and they were all practicing Doms. The double standard was enormous.
“Emily,” Wolf said, standing from the couch and placing his paper on the coffee table. “Go to your room.”
Emily could tell from the dark look on his face and the deep timbre of his voice that he was angry. She wasn’t about to argue with him. He was in full-Dom mode and she easily saw how he had commanded a unit of marines. He was scary, but she also knew the anger wasn’t directed at her.
“Yes, Sir,” she said and turned on her heel and walked from the room.
Emily wasn’t going to argue with Wolf, but she wasn’t going to miss this either, and as soon as she walked into the corridor, she plastered herself against the wall and listened in.
“No one speaks to my submissive like that,” Wolf said. “And certainly not in my home.”
“She isn’t your submissive,” Tyler said. “She is our sister.”
“You are taking advantage of her sweetness,” Austin added. Emily wanted to snort at that comment. She wasn’t any sweeter than anyone else. She might be the youngest in the family, but she didn’t need to be wrapped in cotton wool and coddled.
“Emily made her choice,” Hawk told them. “She is a grown woman and has made her intentions clear from the beginning.” You betcha she did.
“Emily is in our care now,” Wolf said. “You will be informed if and when she wants to see you. Don’t come here again, and if you see her at the club, you do not have permission to approach my sub. Don’t make me ban you.”
“I’ll walk you to the door,” Hawk said.
“This is crap,” Ryan said. “I want to see my sister in private.”
“Not happening,” Wolf said. “You have all insulted her enough for one day. I would be remiss in my duty if I let you do it again.”
“Come on,” Austin said. “We will have to get the dads to get through to her.”
Emily did snort at that. Her dads would be on her side. They had always encouraged her to go after what she wanted in life and she knew all about the relationship they had with her mother. They had also told her of the struggle they had had winning over her mother’s family.
She couldn’t see them objecting to Emily’s decision. Her brothers had no reason to object either. They were just being assholes for absolutely no reason, and she hoped her parents gave them the what for.
Emily heard her brothers leave the house and decided she better hightail it to the bedroom. She crept down the corridor and slipped through the door and went to sit in the corner sofa.
As sad as she was about the confrontation and her brothers being ninnies, she was glad about one thing. Wolf had openly declared that she was their submissive and woman and she planned to hold him to it. She could finally feel confident in the knowledge that Wolf wasn’t about to do a major backflip and decide this life wasn’t for her.
Emily stood and stripped off her clothes. She moved to the purple cushion and knelt down. Adjusting her form to how she was shown, Emily lowered her head and waited for her Doms.
Chapter Eleven
Wolf walked Emily into the club and past the reception. He didn’t need to go through the usual procedure of entering. It was his club after all. Walking them over to the bar, he sat Emily down on the barstool and stood behind her caging her in with his body and arms.
She looked magnificent tonight in the short emerald silk slip that brought out the green in her hazel eyes. Her hair was in a bun, exposing her neck that now wore his and Hawk’s collar, and she was barefoot. Only Wolf, Hawk, and Emily knew that she wore nothing beneath her little slip. They could guess, but that was it.
He knew that turned his little sub on, but she didn’t want to admit it. Her nipples were hard little pebbles under the thin material and then her pussy was wet with her juices.
“You made it,” Hawk said as he walked over. “I booked the St. Andrew’s cross for eleven and have organized my break for the same time.”
“Excellent,” he replied. This was going to be Emily’s first scene outside their apartment, and he planned to push her and test her boundaries. He had spanked her with his hand, and last night after the debacle with her brothers, he had reddened her ass with his favorite paddle, but tonight he was going to use one of his many floggers.
He had chosen the perfect one to introduce her to impact play in a sensual and delicious way. The black-and-red flogger had forty slim suede tendrils that kissed the skin and brought nerves to life with only the slightest hint of pain.
Wolf had given her a long list of rules for her to follow when she entered his club, but he had gone easier on her than he usually did with trained submissives. He wanted her to ask as many questions as she wanted when they watched the scenes, but only him or Hawk. That way he would know what turned her on and what scared her.
She wasn’t to talk to anyone without his express permission beforehand, and she was not to look other Doms in the eye. He didn’t want any of the other Doms in the club thinking she was interested in them.
But most importantly, she was to follow his command without hesitation or question. She would be swiftly punished for disobeying. It would be expected. He would give her some leniency for being new to the scene, but not much. Her behavior reflected on him and everyone in the club would be watching.
Emily was the first submissive he brought to the club and she was going to receive a lot of attention because of it. Most members were from around town, so they knew who she was, but that didn’t mean she would be of any less interest.
“Drink some water, babe,” Hawk said, placing a bottle of water on the bar in front of her. “You need to stay hydrated.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she replied and took a small sip.
“What are you going to show her first?” Hawk asked. “None of her friends are here tonight, but Cole and Trace Jackson are just about to start a scene in the medical room.”
“No,” he replied. “I asked their men to keep them away. I didn’t want Emily’s first visit to be overrun with bratty little subs. We need to get her comfortable with the club without interference.”
“Sarah’s well behaved,” Emily said. “According to Holly, she never gets in trouble.”
“James has trained her well,” Hawk said. “She used to be so painfully shy, but she has come out of her shell under James and Blake’s loving guidance.”
“Kate and Holly are a bad influence on all of you,” Wolf told her. “But they behave in my club.”
Emily swiveled in her chair and looked up at him with her big hazel eyes.
“I don’t think anyone is brave enough to misbehave in your club,” she said, smiling. She was so cute when she teased him and he felt his heart tumble.
Wolf lent down a placed a kiss on the tip of her button nose and wrapped his arms around her.
“Don’t you forget it, kitten,” he told her. “I’ll be more than happy to flip you onto the bar and redden your ass for all to see.”
“I don’t know,” Hawk added. “I’m very selective on who adorns my bar.”
“You wouldn’t,” Emily said. “Would you?”
Wolf smiled at the uncertainty and interest on her face. He liked that he could do that to her. She was uneasy at the idea of being expo
sed and spanked on the bar, but the idea was turning her on at the same time.
She was proving to him and Hawk more and more every day that she was just the woman and submissive for them. He was starting to wonder why he ever had doubts. Emily may never be his full-time slave, but he decided that he could compromise for the sweet submission she did give him.
“Well now isn’t this sweet,” Mistress Savannah said, walking up to them. “Master Wolf and Master Hawk have gotten themselves a little tourist to play with.”
Master Wolf growled at her words. She should know better than to put people in the lifestyle in labeled boxes. A tourist was someone who came to club to watch but wasn’t a participant in the lifestyle. They were just out for kicks and thought it was all a big game. For most, BDSM was more than that. It was in their blood and part of their soul.
“You know better than to antagonize him,” Hawk said. “Isn’t that Candy?”
Wolf looked over at the gagged and naked submissive that Mistress Savannah was leading on a leash behind her. Her head was bowed and her arms were cuffed behind her back. From the red marks on her breasts and thighs, Mistress Savannah had gone hard on the submissive.
“Yes,” Mistress Savannah replied. “I won her at the auction. She is much better behaved, don’t you think?”
“Looks like a painful lesson,” Emily said. Wolf looked down at Emily. She had broken one of his rules and they hadn’t been here more than half an hour. She would have to be reprimanded, and he hoped that Mistress Savannah wasn’t going to make a big deal out of it.
“Quiet,” he said, his voice deep. “You will take twenty for talking out of turn.”
He turned back to Mistress Savannah, she wore a smug satisfied smile and Wolf knew she was going to cause trouble.
“Thought you were getting soft,” Mistress Savannah said. “You need to discipline your submissive Master Wolf or she will run all over you. Take Candy here. She was playing you for a fool and now she is the perfect little submissive. All she needed was a firm hand. Turn around, Candy, and show the Masters your punishment.”
Candy turned around and Wolf heard Emily gasp. Candy had red welts striping her ass and thighs. Wolf could tell it had been done with a cane from the thickness and length of the welts and the distance they were apart. It looked freshly done and a lot harsher than Candy normally received when playing in his club.
“Master Wolf,” Emily said, whimpering. Wolf knew she found the site distressing and needed to reassure her. Some submissives liked pain on a deeper level than others, and Emily needed to know as long as it was consensual and done in a safe manner that nothing was the matter.
He didn’t think Candy was a “pain slut,” as they were often referred to, and decided that he needed to reassure himself every bit as much as he needed to reassure Emily.
“Mistress Savannah,” Wolf said. “As a submissive in my club, Candy falls under my protection. I would like to ask her a few questions.”
“Why?” Mistress Savannah asked. “Don’t I have Master’s rights in this club? You have never questioned my submissives before. You insult me with your request and I deny you the right to speak to her.”
“It is my club, Mistress,” Wolf told her. “And I’m afraid I must insist.”
“She had her safe word,” she snapped back. “She didn’t use it. I can punish my sub as I see fit.”
“You have her gagged,” Hawk said. “She can’t say much of anything.”
“Your monitor was watching the scene,” she said. He could tell she was getting angry and he could understand. Questioning another Dominants sub wasn’t really the thing to do, but he knew Candy well. He had been dealing with her crap for months and she had never gone anywhere near any of the sadists. He wouldn’t feel right if Mistress Savannah was abusing her.
“I will not ask again,” he said, taking a menacing step toward the shorter Domme.
“Fine,” Mistress Savannah said, and she removed the gag from Candy’s mouth. “Answer, Master Wolf.”
“Candy,” he said. “Did Mistress Savannah exceed your hard limits?”
“No, Sir,” she answered quietly.
“Did you try and use your safe word at any time during the scene?” he asked. Wolf watched her closely. He wanted to make sure she wasn’t lying and simply too scared to say anything.
“No, Sir,” she answered again.
“One last question,” he said. “Do you want to continue and go with Mistress Savannah?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied. Wolf looked at Candy and sighed. There was nothing he could do if she had agreed to stay with Mistress Savannah, and despite her reassurances, something still felt fishy to Wolf.
He nodded to Mistress Savannah and she replaced Candy’s gag. He didn’t want to let Candy go with the Domme, but it was out of his hands. Candy had made her choice, and any more action from Wolf would be overstepping his bounds, even as the owner of the club. That didn’t mean he couldn’t have the pair watched, and that was exactly what he planned to do.
Candy was acting out of her normal character and he didn’t just mean because she was playing the perfect submissive. He fully intended to have her looked after, even if she didn’t need it. He wasn’t lying when he said she was under his protection by being a submissive in his club, and it was a job he took very seriously.
“Now we have that settled,” Mistress Savannah said. “I would prefer you stay out of my business in future. I have always respected you, Wolf, as a Master and a person. But it is obvious to me, that you are not the Master you used to be and it’s easy to see why.”
Mistress Savannah flounced off, pulling Candy along behind her. He didn’t take offence to her words the way she had intended. Emily had made him a better person and a better Dom. If people thought that made him soft, they would soon learn their mistake.
“She was talking about me, wasn’t she?” Emily asked. Wolf wasn’t going to lie to her, and turning toward her, he placed his hands on her hips.
“Yes,” he said. “But I don’t want you to worry. She was just being a bitch because I questioned Candy.”
“Candy looked miserable,” Hawk said. “I didn’t like it. My instincts are screaming that something is wrong.”
“I will have Cole watch out for her,” Wolf said. “We will question her again when we can get her alone.” She might have been too scared to say something in front if the Domme and would more likely say something when alone.
“I could ask her in the change room,” Emily said. “She will have to go in there at some stage.” Wolf smiled. That was his Emily, always wanting to help people, even people she didn’t consider her friend.
“That is really caring of you kitten,” Wolf told her. “But I want you to stay out of this. I don’t want to give Mistress Savannah any reason to demand to punish you, and it will be within her right if you go near her sub.”
“Okay, Sir,” Emily replied. “I don’t want that woman anywhere near me.”
“Good girl,” he told her. “Come, it is time for our scene. Will you be all right? What color are you?”
As he waited for her reply, he hoped that she hadn’t been turned off or scared by what had just occurred. She smiled sweetly up at him and he knew that Mistress Savannah hadn’t been able to run of his girl after all. Her words just confirmed it.
“Green, Sir,” she told him. “I’m all yours.”
“And mine, babe,” Hawk added.
“Of course, Sir,” Emily said, and she held their hands as they made their way toward the back of the club.
* * * *
Emily wiggled in her cuffs and tested the strength of the St. Andrew’s cross her Masters had cuffed her to. She wasn’t going anywhere unless her men let her down, and the helpless feeling caused her stomach to flip and her pussy to gush. She liked to be at their mercy and knowing there wasn’t a damned thing she could do about it. Unless she called her safe word that was, but she had no intention of doing that.
When Hawk had told
her to strip, she looked around at the crowd gathering and felt a lump rise in her throat. It was one thing to go naked in front of Wolf and Hawk, but it was another to go naked in front of an entire roomful of strangers.
“Eyes on me,” Hawk said. The tone of his voice brooked no argument and her eyes had snapped back to his.
Emily had whipped the slip over her head so fast, she almost hurt herself, and with her eyes still on Hawk’s, she stood with her shoulders back and her spine straight. She was embarrassed beyond belief, but she refused to show it. She didn’t want to let her Doms down, and if that meant standing naked and pretending she didn’t give a stuff, then that was what she would do.
Hawk had kissed her and told her how proud he was, and it made Emily feel ten feet tall. She had let him lead her to the cross and cuff her arms first and then her ankles. She was spread-eagled, facing the cross with her full ass on display and waiting for Master Wolf to start.
She was slightly nervous about the flogger he planned to use on her. She liked getting spanked with his hands and Hawk’s, too. The burning it left behind travelled through her body and settled in her core. Soon Emily would move her hips up and back, begging them to spank her. She couldn’t help it. Her body would take on a mind of its own, and despite the tears that ran down her face, she would be so close to orgasm that one touch from her Masters and she flew.
The paddle had felt different, but the solid thud of the paddle against her flesh had left a deep burning sensation, and while it had stung at first, the pain hadn’t lasted the way that their hands had. It still had turned her on, but hadn’t felt as intimate and the pain had stopped almost as soon as they had finished.
She trusted Wolf and Hawk not to push her too hard too fast, and they were the experts in the lifestyle, so she would happily follow their lead. She always had her colors if things got too intense. She could stop or slow down the scene at any moment and she trusted her Doms to abide by her safe word.
“I’m going to warm you up with my hand,” Wolf told her, dragging her back to the present. “Then move on to the flogger. What color are you, kitten?”
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