Touch: The Complete Series

by Cara Dee

  "Fuck," I breathe out, squeezing my eyes shut. Mouth dry, I swallow a couple times, then open my eyes again. Only to find Brayden's hooded gaze on me. I shudder and ram my cock as far as I can into Evangeline's pussy, knowing Brayden can feel it as she sucks him off. Just like I felt his thrusts earlier when I had Evangeline's mouth on me.

  "I can't stop—" He presses his lips together and shakes his head. Eyes screwed shut, too. Yet, despite his words, he keeps struggling.

  "Come, Brayden." I allow it only fractions of a second before he'd lose the battle. "Come." With a guttural groan, everything unleashes in him. His back arches, his hips buck, his head is thrown back, and the ties strain between the bed frame and his wrists. "Swallow him down, kitten. Make it good for him." I slow down only to let her focus on Brayden.

  As soon as his muscles unclench, making it look like he collapses down on the mattress, I order Evangeline to come, too. I twist the plug in her ass, press my middle finger down onto her swollen clit, and grind my cock as deep as possible. Nothing but a breathless wail escapes her throat, and while she rides out her violent orgasm, I chase my own.

  It comes crashing down on me when Evangeline's pussy tightens fiercely around the base of my cock. Through jerky thrusts, I spill into the condom and feel all the tension draining out of me.

  A low groan rumbles in my chest; all I want is to lie down and catch my breath.

  That will have to wait a little. Reluctantly withdrawing my softening cock, the first thing I do is remove Evangeline's plug. My breathing is still too choppy, and I have to blink for clarity. After pulling out Brayden's vibrator, I quickly get off the bed and place the toys, crop too, on a towel. Then I dispose of the condom, grab the wipes and two more towels, and return to the bed.

  "Scene's over, subbies," I whisper.

  Chapter 8

  Evangeline breathes out in relief when I untie her from Brayden.

  "Lie down and relax, beautiful." I kiss her on the forehead. Moving on, I untie Brayden and then return the ties to the armoire. If my weekend goes as planned, he and Evangeline will be the only ones I will ever use those ties on. "Is there anything that hurts?" I check them over as I join them on the bed and swiftly clean them up with a warm washcloth. That seems to embarrass Brayden, but I go on as if I don’t notice.

  "I'm sore all over," Evangeline mumbles sleepily into a pillow. She hums as I draw the soft fabric over her pussy and ass; she clearly doesn’t care. Which makes me grin to myself. "My butt hurts a little, but not much." With another humming sound, she snuggles close to Brayden. "G'night."

  I chuckle under my breath. "Not so fast." Buck naked and armed with soothing lotion, I slide in behind Evangeline and pull the covers over us. "I have eleven years on you—if anyone should be tired, it's me." Facing Brayden, I ask, "Any discomfort, pup?"

  He shakes his head no and draws the covers up to his nose. "A little sore, that’s all." His cheeks redden. "The scene was great—um, perfect."

  "Oh, yes." Evangeline stretches between us, purring like a cat, and peers up at first Brayden, then me. A sleepy smile on her face. "Perfect scene, perfect Master." She giggles at my amused expression. "It helps that you're super sexy."

  "You have no fucking shame." I laugh through my nose, wrapping my fingers around her wrists. They're a little red, but that’s nothing. Hooking a hand under her knee, I pull up her leg enough to check her ankle, too. "And the other one." I have to push down the covers to see, and when I do, I see it's all good. "How about you, Brayden?" He shows me his wrists, the same light red shade flashing—nothing bad. That’s what you get after yanking at your restraints. "You both feel all right?"

  "Better than all right." Evangeline smiles. "What about you?" A crease forms between her brows. "You look worried."

  I'm not. Well, not really. They might still be high on endorphins, which would explain their carefree behavior. At Switch, Evangeline dropped quickly. I suppose I half-expected something similar to happen now. But every scene is different. Usually, there's no drop whatsoever to speak about. I'll just have to keep an eye on her—both of them—in case it happens.

  After assuring them nothing is wrong, we talk about the scene in detail; I make them voice their thoughts about everything we did—from arrival to now—and, in turn, I explain my own agenda. Specifically about Evangeline and pain.

  She frowns, wonders if she's weird, and then tries to backtrack—that, no, she doesn’t enjoy pain. Not believing her own lie.

  Brayden kisses her temple and murmurs, "Would it be bad if you did? And, for the record, we've only just started this weekend. It was one riding crop. We don’t know yet where you'll end up on, um—" he chuckles "—the pain scale."

  "Still…" She grumbles. "Is it normal to like some pain?"

  I withhold my smile and brush some hair away from her forehead. "Think about it, kitten. At Switch, didn’t you see a lot of ways to inflict pain?"

  Maybe it will take some time for Evangeline to let this settle, but I have no concerns regarding how she'll handle it. She's an open-minded woman. This is just a small bump in the road, her own road, and that’s common. No matter how strong you are as a person, you will sometimes be taken off guard and learn something new about yourself. And I tell her this, or remind her, because she's a smart girl; she knows it already.

  "I'm glad you're the one who walked into our stall," she admits. "You seem very understanding. And it's like you have answers to everything."

  "Afraid that’s not true—but thank you." I kiss her shoulder, smiling against her skin. Under the covers, my arm reaches across her to include Brayden, too. I let my hand rest on his back. "I have experience, though I learn new things all the time."

  "No, I get that. But I think you're perfect for us." Her own smile is uncharacteristically shy. To mask it, she turns to teasing. "Is there any way we can keep you?"

  Little does she know that’s exactly my hope. Only, I will do the keeping.

  I will own their bodies.

  Their hearts, their souls?

  Fuck that. Annoying goddamn voice. Which, disturbingly enough, still sounds like Kayla. Meddling little brat.

  "If you feel like keeping me after this weekend is over, come talk to me." I smirk.

  *

  Maybe my years with Alexa and all that misery granted me some fucking luck, because it turned out that Brayden and Evangeline were more than a little excited to have me as their Master.

  Now, three weeks later, I arrive at the club for another shift behind the bar, and Kayla immediately runs up to me asking me if I have the collars.

  "Yep, they arrived today." I wink at her, bump fists with Liam, exchange a grin with Nicholas, and jerk my chin in hello at Rio and Cade. "Maybe Daddy should put a leash on you, honey." I tug on one of her pigtails, seeing as she's actually followed me behind the bar. "Only Liam and I are allowed back here."

  "I just wanted to hug you and say congrats." She pulls off a playful scowl before wrapping her arms around my middle. I chuckle, give her a squeeze, and kiss the top of her head. "Now all you gotta do is fall in love with your subs." She finishes that off in her singsong voice and then skips around the bar again to sit on Nicholas's lap. "Doesn’t he, Daddy? Doesn’t he?"

  Nicholas, amused as hell, is about to say yes—I know because he's already nodding—but my glare stops him. He's all about humoring his girl, who is bubblier than freaking champagne.

  "Ahem." He clears his throat. "That’s enough, baby girl." Yeah, see, if he'd said that without grinning like a fucking schmuck, maybe I would've believed him. "So—" he faces me with a smirk "—anything special planned?"

  "Still fine tuning the details," I say, resting my forearms on the bar top. Liam doesn’t end his shift until ten, so I have a few minutes. "No elaborate ceremony for me."

  Some Doms plan grand ceremonies for when they collar their subs. That’s not really my thing. It's not Evangeline and Brayden's thing, either. Though, that doesn’t mean I'm not eager to have my name on them.<
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  Over the past three weeks, we've met at the club a few times, and we've had long weekends together at my place. I'm exploring their limits, I've grown comfortable having them with me, and I enjoy teaching them new things. Whether we scene in public or at my place, we click very well.

  I also admit to myself that I enjoy not waking up alone.

  Brayden is still wary about having a man touch him, so we haven't progressed much there. I can use toys on him, fuck him with a dildo, put on condoms and cock rings, hug him, and guide him into positions, though that’s it. If he wakes up in my arms, he stiffly moves away while hiding his haunted expression and erection.

  I wouldn’t mind putting my boot up his dad's ass or shoving my fist down his throat.

  I've become particularly protective of my Brayden.

  Evangeline, too, but she's not as vulnerable. She throws caution to the wind; she's carefree, has a huge heart, and a strong spirit. She's also one the most selfless people I've ever met. It'd be too fucking easy to fall for her. Effortless. The way she responds to my touch is exhilarating, and it only serves to make things more difficult for me when it comes to drawing the line between an arrangement and a complete relationship. I may be in charge, but she's got her hooks into me—there's no denying that.

  "When will your subs be here?" Cade asks, bringing me back to the present. He grins. "Thought they were always attached to your hip now."

  "You jealous?" I laugh. Don’t think for a second I haven't caught him eyeing Brayden like he's on the menu. Hell, Evangeline too. Especially last week when I had them both walk around naked. "They're mine, buddy."

  "Oh, Cooper's getting territorial." Rio smirks.

  "Nuh-uh." Kayla huffs and folds her arms across her chest. "Mr. Kingsley is not jealous." She's referring to Cade, who smiles at Kayla. "'Cause he's going out with my friend Dylan tomorrow. So, there."

  I shake my head in amusement and tilt my head at Nicholas. "Your little matchmaker's at it again, huh?"

  "Damn straight." He nuzzles Kayla's neck. "But no more of that now. We need to go home, baby." That’s right. They're taking a quick vacation to Mexico before flying up to Oregon in a week. I think I heard Nick saying that his parents will be in Mexico, too. "Time to pack."

  "So, anyway…" Rio twirls a finger. "Back to Evangeline and Brayden. When are you collaring them?"

  "Tomorrow, I think," I answer and grab a soda for myself. "I have something in mind for them tonight—" checking my watch, I see that they should be here in a couple minutes "—and that will sorta decide what we'll do for tomorrow." It depends on Brayden's reaction to tonight.

  Only Nicholas in our group knows what's going on, and that’s because I need his office.

  "Speak of the devils." Cade jerks his chin toward the entrance, and I see Evangeline and Brayden walking over.

  I doubt it's a sight I'll ever get tired of. They're dressed in the same outfits they wore for our first weekend together—a standard now. Too fucking sexy, both of them. Now I just need to focus on the fact that this is a D/s relationship, nothing more.

  Which has become increasingly difficult.

  Getting to know them has started to make me feel an…attachment. Whether it's during a scene where I push their limits, shove them out of their comfort zones, only to haul them back in, make them beg, make them come, then take care of them…or if it's before and after playtime when we talk about everyday things and hobbies and music and what-the-fuck-ever…this wasn’t the plan.

  You and your fucking plans.

  That voice didn’t sound like Kayla. For once.

  "Hi, guys!" That’s Kayla. She's quick to wave Evangeline and Brayden over to us.

  Now that my subs are attending munches with her once a week, they've formed a friendship, too. Evangeline, especially, has grown close to Kayla. A few days ago, for instance, I scened with Brayden alone; Evangeline and Kayla ran around the club, thick as thieves, and served drinks for kicks.

  "Actually, you two can come over here." I point to where I'm standing. That earns me a look from Kayla, and when I wink at her, she smiles, ducks her head, and burrows into Nick's chest. "Hello, you two," I murmur and gather Evangeline and Brayden close to me. At Switch, they're a lot more demure and shy than they are at my apartment; it takes a while for them to relax. Most often they can't until I have my arms around them. "You smell nice, kitten." I dip down and breathe her in, smelling her floral shampoo and body wash. For some reason, I like that she has shower products at my place, too. "Can you give me a kiss?" She tilts up her face immediately, and I claim her mouth with mine.

  A bone-deep ache in me reminds me I haven't seen them in a few days.

  Now they're mine for the next three days.

  Her greeting words are drowned out by the music, but I read them on her pouty lips. "I missed you, Master."

  I swallow that fucking ache, nod, and kiss her some more. "I missed you, too." Hugging her impossibly closer, I turn to Brayden; he's resting his cheek against my collarbone, one hand on my stomach. It's a light touch, yet it sears through my T-shirt. "That goes for you as well, pup." I kiss him on the forehead, hoping like hell tonight will change things. A small push in the right direction is all I need. It doesn’t even have to be physical—he can open up to me and I'll consider it a triumph. Because denying himself won't work forever. Unless he wants to be miserable.

  "I reckon I really need to find a plaything," Rio mutters as whatever song changes into another. "How fair is it that he gets two?"

  "I can help you, Master Rio," Kayla says sweetly.

  Nicholas laughs. "I'm sure you can, baby girl—but not now. We're going home to pack."

  And I need to start my shift. Get that shit over with. So, we can go upstairs later. For the scene we're going to watch.

  I need it to work.

  Touch to Surrender

  Chapter 1

  Brayden Zeagler

  "What are you doing?" I chuckle and bat away Lina's hands. A Dom walks past our booth with his sub on a leash, and my cheeks heat up as my girlfriend tries to be funny, not caring that people are watching us. "Christ, stop it!" Though, she doesn’t; she keeps giggling and trying to pinch my nipples. "You annoy me." I growl playfully against her cheek and squeeze her to me. That way, she has no access to my chest. "My little shit."

  "Aww, so affectionate." She grins impishly at me and pops a kiss on my chin. "But hey, I got you to smile."

  I Eskimo her. "You always do." That couldn’t be more true. Whenever I'm down, Lina's there for me. Sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve her—the way she loves with all her heart, takes care of her loved ones, stays loyal… She's fucking amazing. "I love you." Giving her another squeeze, I lower my head and kiss her deeply.

  She melts into me, the furry trim of her sexy bra tickling my skin. "I love you too, mon ange." She gets this tender look in her eye, one that maybe seems at odds with a BDSM club, but it never fails to make my day. "We're lucky, aren’t we?" She brushes some hair away from my forehead. "I've never felt this happy. Have you?"

  I shake my head, agreeing with her.

  Our relationship has been smooth sailing all the way through. The day I met Evangeline Lacroix, I asked her out on a whim, knowing if I didn’t I would regret it for the rest of my life. She said yes; we dated, we fell in love, we moved in together, and everything was perfect. Too perfect. We're eager to please, both so compliant, and both incredibly alike. It's been easy—a straight and narrow path.

  It got to the point where we frustrated each other because we both hate making decisions. Sex wasn’t the issue—far from it. It's our everyday lives; we want someone there to guide us, tell us what to do, and make sure we don’t lose ourselves. Thankfully, Lina and I are both honest, too, so we confessed our desires pretty quickly.

  Researching, exploring, and eventually venturing to Switch…led us to Mark Cooper.

  The only problem is that Lina and I have gotten attached to him to the point where deeper feelings are now invo
lved. While our love for each other has strengthened, a new bond has tied us to Mark in a way where we want more and more and fucking more. More of him, more of us together, and most importantly, more of us all together as partners.

  We want it all, domination and submission along with a real relationship.

  That’s where my past comes in to fuck me up…

  Having feelings for another man?

  Wrong, disgusting, twisted, immoral, sinful.

  Being a submissive was a hard pill to swallow, but I did ultimately choke it down and accept it. Being bisexual…I've accepted that, too, but it doesn’t mean I can act on it. It's a line that’s too "revolting" to cross.

  "No. Dammit, the frown is back." Lina hands me my Coke, first taking out the straw, knowing I prefer to drink without one. "Here. Drink. And stop—please stop beating yourself up with whatever it is you're thinking right now." Her eyes turn pleading. "You know nothing is wrong with what you feel, Brayden."

  My smile is small and forced. Taking a sip of my Coke, I try to compose my face, but it's impossible to hide around Lina. She reads me too well. We clicked so fast and perfectly when we got together that there was never a question about whether or not I should divulge my past. She pulled it out of me without effort.

  She's also the only one who has managed to do so.

  "I know." I really do. "But it's easier said than done." A part of me wishes I was still confused or lived in denial.

  It would be so much easier. But now…I know exactly what I want—who I want—but I'm struggling to accept it. Setting the glass back on the table, I wrap my arms around Lina again and bury my face in her hair.

  "Do you think we're setting ourselves up for…" My mumbling trails off as I can't find the right word. Misery? Heartbreak? Failure?

  "With Mark, you mean?" she asks softly, the pounding Goth music nearly drowning out her voice. I nod and hum, feeling her fingers in my hair. "I hope not. But we knew the risk from our first weekend at his place."