Gwen's Lifesavers

by Eileen Green

  Stepping up to the wooden device, Jake looked down at Gwen. “Are you sure?”

  She was so close that when she answered, her breath fanned his chest. “Yes. I want to try this. I want to do this for you guys, and I need to do this for myself.”

  Helping her stand with her front to the crossbars, he found his own hands shaking and his breath shallow as he cuffed her onto his side of the cross. Andrew was fumbling with the cuffs on his side, so the emotions were mutual.

  Once they had her cuffed in, Jake ran his hand down her back to her derriere which jiggled slightly in her anticipation. Going lower, he raised what little there was of her skirt and then delved between her legs. He found the thong she wore was sopping wet. “Mmm,” he hummed as he brought the fingers to his lips. Letting his tongue seductively run over the tasty digits, he watched Gwen’s eyes enlarge to small saucers. Her tongue licked her lips so he moved his hand over to her. Pink darted out from between her lips as she licked his finger, tasting herself. Thinking she would detest the taste, she was surprised to find the sweet musky flavor was pleasant. She smiled then licked her lips.

  Murmurs sounded in the crowd as Jake tried to hold onto his control. He was not going to spurt in his leathers like a virgin high school boy.

  “Are you sure about this?” he asked, knowing he was holding his breath for her answer.

  “Yes, I’m sure.”

  He kissed her before stepping back. Turning to the table off to the side, he eyed the different sizes of floggers and what they could do for a submissive. Since Gwen was new to this, he choose a thick flogger that would offer a harder strike, the multiple fronds fanning out to caress her. Taking it over to Andrew, his friend nodded his approval. They both kissed her before stepping back.

  Taking position behind her by about three feet, he remembered safety. If he hadn’t, he was sure the DM that was standing off to the left with his arms folded across his chest would have reminded him.

  “What is your safe word, Gwen?” Jake asked.

  “Red, sir,” she answered, pride in her voice.

  “Good girl,” he praised.

  Andrew stood off to his side, waiting. Taking a deep breath, Jake raised the leather flogger and brought it down on her back between her shoulder blades. A moan escaped her yet she remained still. Flicking his wrist again and again, he rained the flogger down her back and over her buttocks repeatedly. After ten swipes, he stepped over to her.

  Before he could ask, he found her eyes glittering with passion and tears. Her nipples were beaded so tightly on her breasts and her womanly ambrosia was calling to him. “Are you all right? Can you take more?”

  “Yes. I want more.” Her voice was breathy and low. “Please?”

  His heart soared in his chest with her words. He wasn’t sure how he had gotten so lucky with this woman, but he would give her anything she wanted and go to the ends of the earth to protect her.

  Leaning down, he captured her mouth with his, his tongue plunging past her parted lips. Ravishing her, he practically ate her tongue in his endeavor. Finally, pulling away, he pecked her lips one more time before stepping back and handing the flogger to Andrew.

  Andrew flicked the leather fronds across his forearm several times, getting the feel of the device. Once he seemed comfortable with it, he stepped forward and raised his arm. The leather landed on her already reddened ass cheeks, her flesh bouncing a bit with the impact.

  Gwen’s moans filled the area as she arched her back, thrusting her ass backward toward Andrew. Using a figure eight motion, Andrew repeatedly struck Gwen’s bottom ten times before lowering the flogger.

  As Jake had done, Andrew stepped over to Gwen and spoke to her. Her head nodded enthusiastically. A nod came from the man and Jake knew it was time to take her down. She had done an excellent job of being their sub on the cross. Now that she was getting used to them, they would need to introduce her to the basement soon.

  The two men worked to get the cuffs off of her before wrapping her in a blanket and then made their way over to the seating area where Trey had taken Lyndee. He and Andrew laid her across their laps on her stomach and took a bottle of lotion that sat on the coffee table before them and began to rub thick creamy lotion onto her bottom, bare shoulders, and upper back. Austin disappeared and came back with three bottles of water and a straw and handed them to Andrew after opening them for them.

  While Jake massaged her hot skin, Andrew got her to drink some water through the straw, helping her to rehydrate after her ordeal. They remained like this for another hour, conversing with the guys from the Circle G and Lyndee, until everyone was ready to leave.

  Chapter Eleven

  The trip back to the hotel from the Tiger’s Liar was hazy to Gwen. After the first two strikes of the flogger, her mind had gone numb. She let go of her thoughts and her body. Tears filled her eyes but not from the pain, surprisingly.

  The leather was softer than she had thought they’d be. As they fanned out and struck her, she found they were nearly therapeutic as they caressed her body. Losing herself in the repeated strokes, she let go of the insecurities she had harbored. The release of the stress of having to take care of everything in her life escaped her also. A freedom she hadn’t known existed broke through as she let go of her tears.

  When Jake and Andrew released her from the cross, she was more relaxed than she had ever been in her life. As they sat with her across their bodies she seemed to float, vaguely aware of conversations and activity still going on around her.

  In the changing room she let the ladies put her clothes back on. Angela had commented about how rosy her cheeks were, both sets, and that she must have really enjoyed the flogging. Anita kept asking how she was feeling while Siobhan told her she had done very well for her first time. Lyndee slipped on her long leather coat to cover her scantily clad body, giving a slight hiss when it touched her bottom.

  Now that they were in the hotel suite they were sharing with Ray, Brian, and Siobhan, Gwen’s men had taken her straight to their room. Gently, they removed her clothing and then laid her on the bed. Jake laid to her left as Andrew laid to her right. They each ran their hands over her body, sparking the fire that was kindled already within her.

  “Gwen, are you all right?” Jake asked softly, his voice edged with fear and lust.

  “Mmm,” she whispered, smiling. “Wonderful.”

  “We didn’t hurt you, did we?” Andrew asked as he grazed his fingers across her hardened nipple, causing it to pull on that invisible string connected to her clit.

  The flogging had been exhilarating and freeing but it had also opened the floodgates of her libido, which hadn’t stopped after it ended. As if the men had taken bellows to her, the fire roared within her, her veins heated the blood that rushed through her.

  Reaching out, she grasped Andrew’s arm and pulled him down, his head landing with a thud on her breast. He seemed to gain his coordination quickly as he pushed himself up slightly to his elbows and engulfed her nipple in his mouth. Heat enveloped the nub as he used his tongue and teeth to tease and build the fire.

  Jake moved a hand downward over her puffy stomach and then into the curly barrier between her thighs. His fingers plucked at the fluffiness, which sent little zings to her clit. He teased her flesh but didn’t seem to want to go further, to her frustration.

  Her moans echoed in her head as her body squirmed under their ministrations. Reaching down, she covered Jake’s hand with hers and pushed it down further until his fingertips stroked her slit. Her fingers brushed it also and she felt her own wetness. Curling his fingers, she pushed them to sink into her opening, her own fingers slipping in also.

  The whole time she raised her daughter on her own, being alone at night, even reading romances, she never once played with herself. She had overheard other women out and about talking about it, but she, Gwen Bowers, never indulged. The idea had intrigued her, but she didn’t give into the urges as she had to stay mentally strong and be in total charge of
her life. There wasn’t time for such nonsense when she had to work at whatever job she held and then go home to clean house and take care of her daughter. There wasn’t time in her busy schedule for it either.

  Now, the decadence of it overwhelmed her. She felt her insides for the first time and she didn’t find it repulsive any more than she did her own taste. A groan escaped her when Jake, who was looking down at her with lust-glazed dark green eyes, removed his fingers from her. When he fingers slipped back in over hers and began to manipulate them so they stroked her, building the flames that licked her orgasm even higher.

  The palm of her hand rubbed over her clit with pressure from Jake’s hand. Andrew’s shifted and brought his hand up to play with her free breast. Gwen’s breath was catching in her throat as the fire was being stoked by all three of them.

  Andrew plucked one nipple with his fingers while his teeth pulled on her other nipple. Her clit was so hard and pointy against her hand. She had never felt it before and it seemed to spur her on. Jake’s hand cupped hers and began to push her fingers in and then they’d slip out. He repeated this over and over and she felt herself mimicking sex.

  Small tremors began in her pussy walls. Sparks flew from her clit. No longer needing Jake to push her along, Gwen began to piston her own fingers in and out of herself. As she sank in deeper, she found a soft spongy spot in the upper wall of her vagina that when she pushed on it, caused her to explode into orgasmic spasms.

  Still floating from her flogging, her orgasm moved through her, her pussy throbbing against her fingers as sparkles exploded behind her eyes. Her breath was caught in her throat as her moans continued until she could no longer breathe. As she began to lose consciousness, she could hear her men crooning to her, “Good girl.”

  * * * *

  The next morning, everyone had slept in until about ten, as they were all exhausted from the long night before. They ate down at the restaurant in the hotel before making their way over to the club. Gwen found it looked so different during the day. The lights were all on, lending a more gym like atmosphere rather than a nightclub-fetish club scene.

  Everyone had been assigned a task within the club. Gwen’s first task was the office, where she worked with Alex’s secretary, Emma, on the paperwork part of the business. They went over licenses, insurance, membership forms, and all the accounting. Since she was the one who was going to be working on the day-to-day business. Also, they went over vendor information where Gwen was able to garner possible suppliers.

  The two women hit it off right away. They were the same age and instead of Emma having a child to take care of at a young age, she had siblings she had to help raise after her father had left her mother. The woman began working at fifteen and had been working since then. Now, she worked to fill in her lonely life since she had let most of her life pass her by.

  Alex brought in their boxed lunches from a local deli and as he set them on Emma’s desk along with a couple of bottles of soda, Gwen noticed the unmistakable glance of lust he threw Emma’s way. He caressed her with his dark chocolate eyes but unfortunately, the petite brunette hadn’t noticed. She was too busy looking at a spot on the floor she had found as soon as the man had entered the room.

  “How are you doing today, Emma?” he asked, his baritone voice causing her to jump. He watched her intently as she seemed to debate in her head whether or not she was going to answer. A tick in his jaw began the longer it took her to answer.

  Finally, she found her voice, a mere whisper of what it had been before. “I’m fine. Thank you.”

  “Remember,” he began, his voice stern. “If you need anything, you let me know.”

  Nervously, she wriggled in her seat. “Yes, sir.”

  Noticing the sadness in the man’s eyes as he gazed upon the woman for a few seconds longer before he turned away, she had to wonder why Emma was ignoring him. He was a very good-looking man. Muscular but not overly so, with a sexy body, she could compare him to her own guys and he could be a contender if she didn’t already have hers. He seemed very strong willed, running his own club. And, he seemed to care very much for the nervous woman sitting next to her.

  Alex’s shoulders squared and stiffened as he walked away, the thud of his boots disappearing as he closed the door behind him. Gwen felt sorry for him, but she also felt sorry for Jake and Andrew. They had been trying to get her attention for a while after her first incident, but she hadn’t noticed them. She had to wonder how long Alex had loved Emma.

  Trying to break the awkward silence that had descended upon the room, Gwen picked up the two boxes and read the labels. She handed the one marked Emma to the woman who by now had lifted her head. “Thank you,” Emma said in her cheery voice as if the last couple of minutes hadn’t happened.

  “I guess one of my guys told Alex what I wanted. I wonder why he didn’t have you order the lunches,” Gwen said, trying to include the man in the conversation to see what Emma would reveal.

  Emma shrugged. “Since it’s usually only him and myself in the office during lunch, he’ll go get it from the deli around the corner and bring it to me. He knows what I like also. He stopped asking what I wanted after the first few months of me being here.”

  “He seems really nice,” Gwen said as she unwrapped the roast beef sandwich from her box.

  Again, another shrug. “He is. He scares me though.”

  “Why?”

  “Because of what he does for a living. He ties people up and whips people out there in the club. He looks at naked women all night long.” Emma lowered her head as if trying to hide her face from Gwen.

  “Does he use them?” Gwen asked, deciding not to be too harsh with her words.

  “I don’t know,” she answered meekly. “I don’t go out there.”

  Gwen tried to hide her surprise, but didn’t do a very good job of it. “You’ve been working here for four years and you’ve never been in the club?”

  “No. I’ve never had the need to go in.”

  “Do you have a membership?”

  A blush swept through the woman. “Yes. It was part of the benefits package.”

  “Do you know about BDSM?” Gwen was curious because she believed Emma was as naïve as she was just a few weeks ago. She watched her shake her head. “Then I think you should do some studying up one the subject. Be honest with Alex and let him teach you. I think you would be a very good submissive. And besides, if he likes you as much as I think he does, he probably doesn’t play with any of the women here.”

  Emma’s head rose to look at Gwen, hope edging her voice. “Do you think so?”

  “It wouldn’t hurt to ask. Or, better yet…Next time he comes in here, look him in the eye and ask him about his work. See if he’ll open up about it. Perhaps he’ll invite you to be his guest inside.”

  “Have you been whipped?” Emma asked shyly. “I mean…I don’t mean to get personal…have your guys…”

  Gwen placed her hand on top of Emma’s. “Last night was my first night. They both flogged me and it was wonderful. I let go of a lot of the baggage I have been carrying all these years. Perhaps that’s what you need to let go.”

  “Perhaps,” Emma murmured. “I’ll have to see.”

  “Well, we’ll be talking a lot in the near future. I hope to hear good things, Emma. Promise me you will keep me up to date about this.”

  Gwen knew she was still unsure about it, but she nodded.

  After they ate, they finished what they needed to and then Gwen went out into the club to be escorted through the private rooms by a willing sub, who was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, with a camera and her notepad. She gained a lot of information and she hoped she would be able to retain it all through the shock she got from some of the rooms.

  By the end of their visit the club was getting ready to open. Alex had changed already into his Dom leathers and looked every bit the man he was. He met them at the door to the lobby. “I hope I was enough help for you. If you have any questions or issues, don’t
hesitate to ask. Emma will be talking to Gwen every day so that should help with the lines of communication. I’ll be up to visit in a couple of weeks to see how things are going.”

  Anita, once demur and unsure of herself in public, stepped forward and offered her hand to the Dom. “Thank you for all your help. We really do appreciate it.”

  “Oh, darlin’,” he said as he gathered her in his arms. “You are very welcome. Even though you’ll be taking customers away from me, you’re doing a fine community service.”

  His laughter generated laughter from everyone else. Releasing her, he turned to Gwen and gathered her in his arms, which gave her a fright. Had he heard the conversation earlier with Emma? Was he upset?

  As if he read her thoughts, he moved his head down and whispered in her ear. “There is a speaker system in the office for security purposes. Thank you for your input. Hopefully when we come to visit, we’ll have some good news for you.”

  She knew her face was flush, for she felt the heat. Not certain if it was his thankfulness or because their conversation had been discovered that had her so embarrassed.

  Pulling away from him, she smiled. “Thank you, sir.”

  “You’re very welcome, my dear. I look forward to working with you.” His smile was brighter than it had been when he had entered the office earlier in the day. Perhaps he really was okay with what had happened.

  Everyone said their good-byes and they headed out for dinner at a steakhouse near the hotel. The conversation was exciting and Gwen was already reeling from information she had gathered along with her own conversation with Emma that her mind was going off in so many different directions. By the time they got back to the hotel, her head was aching so she went straight to bed. She felt bad that she didn’t feel like pleasing her men, but they said they understood. They were afraid the trip may have been too much for her.

  They put her to bed and crawled in with her, cuddling her body close to them. She drifted off, trying not to feel guilty.