by Avery Gale
Abby pulled Callie into a hug and made her promise to call no matter what - day or night if she needed anything at all. “Remember, I don’t have any sisters so I need every learning opportunity I can get it I’m ever going to catch up with Logan. I can’t have him being smarter than me…that will just never do.” Looking down she added, “And you sweet baby…let your mama rest, but if you really want to make an appearance before I have to leave…so I could hold you…well, I promise not to raise a stink about it.” Ian slapped his hand to his forehead in mock horror and then hugged her.
Logan knew that Abby hadn’t noticed that during her pacing they’d shut off both of the toys she still had inside and as soon as he’d settled her on his lap for the trip back to their apartment in the small electric cart, they reminded her by activating both vibes at the same time. Abby gasped and almost slid off his lap, making him glad he secured the cart’s seat belt over them both before they’d taken off. He tightened his arms around her and licked the sensitive spot behind her ear. “What’s the matter, baby?”
“Oh God. Have mercy, please. It’s too much. It…it robs me of my ability to think.”
“Tell me.” Logan knew his voice was rough but he wanted her to learn to verbalize what she was feeling because it would heighten her arousal and also help them to know what was working and not working with their beautiful sub.
Logan had both remotes in his pocket and lowered the settings so she would be able to talk to them. He didn’t want her coming as Kalen drove them over the rock path because they wanted to provide that pleasure tonight, not a mechanical device.
“Remember blowing the seeds of a dandelion into the wind when you were a kid? That’s what you do to my thoughts…just being near you challenges me, but this? Oh, this robs me of my ability to think about anything but how much I want you…both of you…inside me.” There wasn’t a sound sweeter in the world than hearing Abby’s sweet gasps as she tried to focus through the sensations they were bombarding her with unless it was her confession about how much she wanted them. Oh, she’d told them before, but they were never going to get tired of hearing it.
Logan sealed his lips over hers and tried to just enjoy the taste of her as he slipped his tongue into her sweet mouth. He’d tried to rein in the escalation of desire he felt when her tongue matched his stroke for stroke, but the power of their connection was simply too strong. The passion that was pulsing around her almost made him want to bypass their tour of the club, but he knew it was important to experiment just a bit. And this was a perfect chance for them to find out exactly how interested she might be in “broadening her horizons.”
Pulling her hands behind her, Logan was able to encircle both of her small wrists with one hand. The position caused her to arch her back upward pressing her tight nipples against the soft fabric of her dress—fabric that did nothing to hide the pinpoint proof of her arousal. “Well, Master Kalen, it seems our lovely sub needs a bit of an edge in order to make all the pieces fit together. If you check her I’ll bet you are going to find she is soaking wet.”
Kalen reached over and moved her dress aside so that he and Logan could both watch his fingers slide through her wet pussy. Kalen slid two fingers in until he encountered the balls they’d left there. “Love, your pussy is drenching my fingers and that is with those balls in place. You enjoy the restraint don’t you?”
“Oh, yes…please” was all Abby was able to say before Kalen withdrew his fingers. Logan watched her eyes flair with heat when she saw Kalen stick his fingers into his mouth and savor her honey.
* * * *
Kalen had nearly driven off the path several times on the short drive from Ian’s to the club’s back entrance. Watching Abby’s response to just that small taste of bondage and how much it had seemed to focus her attention on Logan’s kiss had been very valuable information indeed. Now, as they walked through the doors of the club, he and Logan would be paying close attention to each and every reaction from their sweet girl. “Abigail, I want to remove the Ben Wa balls so we can finger fuck you if the mood strikes us as we look around a bit.” Leading her over to the bar, he winked at Mike Tate who was at his usual post behind the bar. Mike’s wife and submissive, Dee was standing at the other end of the bar trying very hard to not lift her eyes and watch what they were doing with Abby.
“Okay, I’ll just go to the ladies room and—”
“No, Abigail. Here. Now. Bend over and grasp the edge of this stool.” Kalen had interrupted her because she had totally misunderstood what he’d been telling her. When she just stared at him with a stunned expression he had to bite the insides of his mouth to keep from laughing at her. “Now, love, or I’ll figure out something you’ll like even less.”
“Less? Really? There could be something worse? You can’t be serious. I can’t flash my bare ass to a room of strangers.” Little did Abby know she was playing right into their hands. As if on cue, Mike placed a folded towel on the bar and slid it down to him. Kalen knew Abby hadn’t missed the movement but she’d kept her focus on him. Smart girl, mostly.
Kalen put his hands on her waist and easily lifted her up and sat her on the folded towel then scooted her so that she was between two bar stools. Logan placed one of her bare feet on one stool and he did the same with the other foot. Kalen then slid her forward until her ass was on the very front edge of the bar. And then he just watched her for several seconds. Her eyes were wide in surprise but dilated with arousal. Her pulse was beating fast at the base of her throat and her respiration was already fast and shallow – perfect.
“Lean back on your elbows, Abigail. And I’m going to caution you, failure to follow my order is going to earn you a punishment that will be administered immediately, so think carefully, my love.” He saw her eyes go impossibly wide before they flashed with heat and a raw desire that he’d yet to see from her. For several heartbeats he held his breath hoping he hadn’t overplayed his hand, but she slowly leaned back. Abby never took her eyes from his, it was as if their gazes had been fused together by the heat of the moment.
When he lifted the hem of her dress to her waist baring her to the room she squeezed her eyes closed. “Open your eyes, love. You are in this position because you refused to comply with an earlier order and the challenge you threw down about nothing being worse. I doubt you’ll make those same mistakes again – even though Master Logan and I are enjoying very much showing you off a bit.”
Logan leaned close to her and said, “Your pussy is beautifully swollen and a luscious shade of dark pink, baby. We love it bare to our touch and view. Every Dom in the room that sees you is going to want what we won’t let them touch. Kalen and I only share with each other, sweetheart.” Kalen saw her muscles relax just a fraction and knew Logan’s words had done exactly what he’d intended them to. It was common for subs to worry about being passed around the first time their Masters bared them to the room, particularly when the scene hadn’t been planned in advance. And even though this scene had been planned meticulously Abby hadn’t been privy to any of those details.
Kalen started sliding his fingers through her wet folds, moving from her clit all the way to the edge of the butt plug. After several slow passes Abby’s arousal level was peaking so quickly that he gave her pussy a swat, “No coming without permission, love.” When Kalen glanced to his side he saw Dee Tate standing nearby as if she’d been frozen in place her blush clearly visible despite her mocha-colored skin, and Mike’s gaze was fixed on her. If Kalen had to guess, he’d put his money on a repeat of this scene with Dee in the fairly near future because the pretty little sub was obviously very turned on by what she was witnessing. Even though his friends had been married for several years, their play had been much less public until recently. Dee’s friendship with Callie had helped her come out of her shell, but then Callie seemed to have that effect on everyone.
Sliding his fingers into Abby’s channel, he grasped the small string that held the balls together and pulled them out so slowly he he
ard Abby’s groan over the pounding music playing in the next room. Logan wrapped them in a small handkerchief and stuffed them in his pocket. Kalen licked his fingers clean and then held out his hand to her and was pleased when she placed one small hand in his palm. He pulled her upright and then slammed his lips over hers in a kiss meant to show her exactly how much he wanted her. Breaking apart only when his need for oxygen demanded it, he turned her to Logan and watched his friend use even less finesse.
Subs frequently raved about Logan’s ability to seduce with a kiss and several had sworn he could make them come from talking or kissing alone, but this kiss was about possession and a declaration of ownership to everyone watching. His action virtually screamed that this woman might not be wearing their collar yet, but she was theirs in every way that counted. Her collar had been delivered today and they were planning to give it to her later tonight. Ian’s jeweler had created an amazing interwoven pattern of titanium, platinum and gold set with diamonds and rubies that also held GPS “gadgetry” as Ian had referred to it, that wasn’t even on the market yet. And the locking mechanism was so hidden that it was virtually undetectable, and he and Logan would have the only keys. The composite of the various metals and patented lock guaranteed that no one was removing the collar from Abby without one of the keys.
Leading Abby through the club’s main room, they reminded her that they did indeed want to hear her thoughts and impressions of the scenes she was seeing. They looked on as a Dom spanked his sub over a spanking bench with a wide paddle. He stopped several times to check with the sobbing woman making her repeat her safe-word. She was apologizing for not trusting him to make some decision for her and for being disrespectful. Kalen didn’t know the young couple well, but knew they were experienced players so he hadn’t worried when he’d seen them on the schedule. Before they’d moved on, the sub was screaming her release when her Master had told her to come.
Abby was fascinated by the Shibari demonstration but shuddered when they told her how long it often took to complete. The club’s Shibari artist was also a well-known photographer whose portraits were acclaimed as artistic masterpieces and highly sought after. Kalen had never even considered buying one because the thought of spending hundreds of thousands of dollars for a picture of someone else’s woman held no appeal for him. He noticed the rattan backdrops and knew Keagan would be taking photos tonight and he smiled because the young woman modeling for him was about to make a whole lot of money.
When the first flash went off, Abby’s eyes widened in disbelief. “I wouldn’t have thought Ian would let anyone in with a camera. Aren’t there privacy concerns?”
“No, love. Keagan Sato is an internationally known artist. Ian will screen each and every shot before he leaves the island. They are longtime friends and Ian trusts Keagan implicitly. And if you are worrying about the model – don’t. She will be well cared for and Keagan pays them lavishly for their time and also gives them a nice share of the profits from their pictures. The young woman he is working with tonight has funded her entire college education working with Keagan. You can’t really see her well, but she is stunning. Her father was a light-skinned African American soldier and her mother a Japanese model. Sunni inherited the best traits of both cultures and recently completed her residency in neurology.”
Kalen barely managed to hold back his chuckle when he heard Abby’s softly uttered words. “Must be why she can use mind over matter to keep from having to pee. I’d never make it.”
Chapter Twenty
Keeping his hand against the small of Abby’s back, they approached the last scene they’d planned to show her, Logan felt her go rigid at the sight. He’d worried at first that she was going to turn and run, but it was very quickly clear that she was aroused by what she was seeing. Their friends were in one of the more private observation rooms. The curtains had been drawn so that the threesome was visible from the viewing area but there was only one other ménage group watching, and from the looks of things they wouldn’t be there much longer.
Logan had been pleased when he’d learned Tony Dent had made friends with Don Whiteside. Tony had been a Navy SEAL but after he’d lost the bottom portion of his leg after a shrapnel injury, he’d opted to resign his commission rather than take the desk job he knew he’d be assigned. Don Whiteside was the surgeon who had treated Holly and even though she still referred to him as Dr. Donnie Dark, Jace swore she was actually warming up to him—finally. Both Doms were tall and had dark complexions due to their Italian heritages but that was as far as their similarities went as far as Logan could tell.
Dr. Whiteside’s name was a complete irony and Logan tended to think Holly’s nickname for the man might well be more appropriate. His kinks were skating close to sadism and he’d put every dungeon monitor and member of the security team on the edge of their seat more than once. Several of them had taken their concerns to Ian in the beginning, but their boss had assured them he knew exactly who he was dealing with and that granting him a lifetime membership to Club Isola had not been a mistake. As it was turning out, the man seemed to have a wide latitude with his administration of pain/pleasure, but his boundaries seemed to be rock-solid.
Tony Dent was the perfect complement to the darker edge that was Whiteside’s method of operation. Tony was a Dom, but preferred to gain compliance with sugar rather that discipline. Every sub at the club who had spent any time at all with Tony loved him and Logan had been amazed at how quickly the man could gain their total submission. Tony didn’t make any secret of the fact that he’d love to find a sub of his own and settle down, but the only times he’d been edging toward that, the woman had rejected him once they discovered his left leg was a prototype prosthesis.
The last time a sub had made disparaging remarks about his condition, Ian had marched the very naked young woman up to his office where he had lectured her on the finer points of respect. He’d pointed out to her that there was no place in his club for anyone who did not hold the service and sacrifice of America’s military members in the highest regard. He wrote her a check for the prorated balance of her membership and sent her on her way. When he’d reentered the club’s main room he’d been greeted by a standing ovation, it was the only time Logan could remember seeing Ian McGregor blush.
Tonight, Tony’s leathers covered both legs but the open flap in the front showed his very erect penis as it was disappearing in Lizzy’s pussy. Tony was sitting on an armless chair holding Lizzy up with his arms under her upper thighs. Lizzy’s hands were on Tony’s shoulders and she was helping to lift herself up in time with Tony’s commands. “Sweet Lizzy, your body is a treat and I’m going to miss your wit and smile when you move. Now are you ready for Master Don?”
Lizzy’s voice was barely audible over the speakers, telling Logan that she was probably already in subspace. He could see the faint lines on her back from Don’s single tail and knew the men would have been getting her well prepared for their performance. Lizzy’s airy “yes” had Tony pulling her against his chest and kissing her with what appeared to be a smoldering intensity that reminded Logan of the kiss he’d shared with Abby down at the bar.
Logan stood behind Abby and pulled her back against his chest. Cupping one breast in his large hand he gently squeezed the tight nipple between his fingers and her gasp sent his blood rushing south. “Tell me what you see, baby.”
“Lizzy is already in that endorphin drenched state you call subspace isn’t she? I can see lines on her back but they don’t look like they are hurting her.”
Logan was actually impressed that Abby had noticed the lines because they were extremely faint and considering everything else that was happing, it wasn’t what most people would notice first. But then Abby Garrett wasn’t most people—not by a long shot. “You’re right, she is in subspace and Don Whiteside is an expert with a single tail whip. Every warm brush to sizzling sting would have been planned for Lizzy’s benefit. By the time there was any pain at all her body would have had trouble kno
wing where the line between the two opposite sensations was drawn. That is why it is important for the Dom to be well trained and know the sub he is working with. The Dom must be able to recognize when his or her sub has had enough even if the submissive can no longer make the call.”
When he felt her stiffen and shudder, he said, “The dance of a single tail is not for every submissive, Abby. But it’s something Lizzy enjoys so it was probably a going away gift for her.” Logan slid his free hand under her dress and slowly drew his fingers through the folds of her pussy. It surprised him that she wasn’t as wet as she had been downstairs. But he’d felt her relax as he’d explained the marks on Lizzy’s back. When Don stepped up behind Lizzy and started preparing her ass by pressing his well-lubed fingers inside her back passage Abby’s pussy flooded his fingers with her sweet cream and Logan wanted to shout for joy.
“Do you see how he is preparing her to take him in the most intimate way? How he is making sure those delicate tissues are lubed and stretched so that they don’t tear? Watch close to how firmly Master Tony holds her as Master Don presses his cock in deep. They don’t want her to push back before her body is truly ready. She could easily hurt herself, even though that is what her mind is convinced it wants right at the moment. Her safety and wellbeing are their top priority, just as your care will always be ours.”
Seeing Lizzy’s total submission to their friends was sending Logan’s arousal into orbit, because in a way she was submitting to him and Kalen as well. Lizzy was often a handful as a sub and that was the reason she still hadn’t found a Dom willing to claim her long-term. Although Logan had the feeling that the truth was closer to Lizzy hadn’t found a Dom she felt was worthy of claiming her yet. He hoped that if they opened a club in Texas they could help her find what she was looking for.