Training Summer [Passion Peak, Colorado 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Tara Rose

  “Sir, what shall I call Dalton tonight?”

  “You may call me ‘Sir’ as well, Summer.”

  “Thank you, Sir. Um…I would like you both to spank me, paddle me, and flog me. Sir. Please.” Her entire body was trembling. She stared from one man to the other, searching their faces for any sign she’d said or done something wrong, but found none.

  Wes held out his hands, and she took them. His skin was no longer cool or damp. The hands holding hers were warm and full of an energy she hadn’t felt earlier. “Get up, and drape yourself over the bench.”

  She did, and as she positioned her lower abdomen over the thick leather pad on the spanking bench, she couldn’t help but moan as Wes ran a hand up her left thigh. “I hope you didn’t wear underwear.”

  Summer had, of course, because no one had told her not to, but they were sexy. “I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t know not to.”

  He smacked her left ass cheek, hard, and Summer drew in a sharp breath and let out a loud gasp. It was more from surprise than actual pain. Wes hadn’t yet touched her other than to hold her hand, and to give her that one hot kiss. She hadn’t even known that he’d harbored these fantasies. Why hadn’t she seen this side of him before?

  “From now on, you will either wear crotchless panties or none at all.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered. If she’d had any doubt that Wes intended to repeat this, she didn’t now.

  “We’re going to take these off, Summer.” That was Dalton’s voice, and she didn’t glance over her shoulder to check, but she was fairly certain it was Dalton’s hands that now slid off her lace panties. As he did so, he also brushed his fingers along her ass cheeks and upper thighs. She was draped over a bench, and her naked ass was exposed to Dalton Metcalf and Wes Danbury. Who’d have thunk it?

  “Do you want her restrained?” asked Dalton. Summer stayed quiet, assuming he was addressing Wes.

  “We didn’t discuss whether she’d be comfortable with that.”

  “Then ask her now. It’s all right to negotiate a scene as you go, as long as you honor her limits.”

  She forgave them both for discussing her in the third person because this was so fucking hot, and she knew that Dalton was only trying to guide Wes. He was doing a damn good job of it, too, from what little Summer understood about such a thing. And, she had to give Wes props for not trying to belittle Dalton earlier when the truth had come out about Brittani. Summer was grateful that both men seemed to have gotten over whatever was bothering them at the start of this evening.

  “Summer, are you comfortable with me restraining your arms and legs?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Comfortable wasn’t quite the right word for it. More like the idea filled her with more wanton desire than she knew how to handle. As he and Dalton fastened leather bondage cuffs around her wrists, one man on each side, she closed her eyes and let the excitement fill her mind. All around her, the sounds of pain and pleasure faded, until she could only hear what both men were doing. The scents in the room came down to nothing more than their colognes and the smell of leather. She focused on them, and them only.

  “I’m going to put a spreader bar around your ankles,” said Wes.

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Move them apart a bit,” he said.

  She started to, but stopped at Dalton’s voice. “I like to use a signal to let subs know I want them to do that.” Someone she assumed was Dalton tapped her boots with the toe of his, and she moved her legs apart. “Either way is fine,” he said, “but I prefer to keep instruction to a minimum. I focus on evoking emotions, and on making sure they’re enjoying what I’m doing to them.”

  That voice…it washed over her like warm water, taking with it any doubts she still harbored about this night. She loved what he’d said about focusing on emotions and comfort. It evoked images of being under his control, forced to surrender to his desires, but at the same time knowing that when she did, her every fantasy would come true, and she’d be left sated and sore.

  Both men adjusted pads under her forearms and head, and then she heard them fasten the cuffs and the spreader bar to rings on the bench. Summer tested the bonds. She had very little wiggle room for any of her four limbs. She was locked down tightly. Her breathing was already shallow and quick. Just being restrained like this was enough to make her clit throb again. Unfortunately, pushing against the leather pad under her abdomen did nothing to massage it. If she was going to make herself come, it would have to be by flexing her Kegel muscles.

  “What color are you?” asked Dalton.

  “Green, Sir.”

  “Good girl. You look very sexy like this, Summer. Doesn’t she, Wes?”

  “Yes. Very.” His voice was raspy and barely in control, and Summer couldn't help but moan. She’d never heard that tone before, and she liked it. She liked it a lot.

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Are you ready, Wes?”

  She felt both men step behind her, and she tensed, waiting. There was some rustling, as though they were taking things out of the bags both men had brought along, but the first sensation on her ass wasn’t a paddle or a flogger. It was a hand, and it dealt a soft caress. Since she had no clue whose hand it was, the touch forced another moan from her.

  “Her skin needs to be warmed up,” said Dalton. “And since it’s so fair, I’d suggest a decent amount of prep first. Summer, how much impact play have you had in the past?”

  “Ah…none, Sir.”

  “In that case, more than a decent amount. Try to imitate what I’m doing on the other cheek.”

  Oh my God. It was Dalton who now alternately caressed her right ass cheek, then lightly slapped it. He was going to do more than guide. It was official now. When the same sensations began on her left ass cheek, she recognized the difference in Wes’s touch, but the effect on her arousal level was the same.

  They kept that up for a few moments, until she was writhing on the bench and moaning almost constantly. If light spanking felt this good, what would happen when they finally started striking her for real? Her legs were about shoulder-width apart. Could they see how wet she was already? Would they do more than spank her? Summer wanted them to. That sudden realization sent her mind to places it hadn’t dared to go before.

  One of them was now spanking her harder with what felt like leather gloves.

  “I need those,” said Wes.

  “They’re spanking gloves. Designed to keep your hands from stinging.” Summer heard more rustling noises, and then Dalton’s voice again. “That’s a nice-looking flogger. Have you swung one before?”

  “Yes. That’s one of the things Ian’s been teaching me.”

  “Let’s see how you throw it.”

  The sting of a hundred tiny tails made of leather struck both cheeks at once, and Summer yelled in surprise. She tried to glance over her shoulder but couldn't quite see them behind her.

  “What color are you, Summer?” asked Dalton.

  “Green, Sir. I was just surprised, that’s all.”

  “Wes has learned a very effective throw there. You’re doing well, Summer. We’re both proud of you.”

  “Summer, are you enjoying this?” asked Wes. “Is it what you hoped it would be?”

  She was touched by the concern in his voice. “Yes, Sir. It’s more than that. I love it. Thank you.”

  “I think Summer is ready for something other than our hands.”

  The flogger struck her again, and now it was getting serious. The pain was exquisite, arousing her to the point where she was ready to explode with the need to come. The flogging alternated with what felt like a wooden paddle, and she assumed it was Dalton striking her with it.

  Summer floated off to a place where she pictured watching the scene from above. Pain became pleasure, and pleasure became ecstasy. Tiny contractions rocked her pussy and clit, and her nipples began to tingle. Sweat dripped down into her eyes and she just let go, enjoying it, while erotic images of both men fucking her and spanking her d
anced through her head. She had no idea what else would happen tonight, but no matter what it was, this was the most fun she’d ever had.

  Chapter Five

  Summer was barely aware of Wes and Dalton removing her restraints. Someone held a bottle of water to her lips, and she drank the entire thing, spilling a great deal of it into her cleavage. She hardly noticed. Strong arms picked her up, and then she was sitting on someone’s lap while he held her and stroked her back and hair.

  She inhaled the woodsy scent of Dalton’s cologne, and looked up into his eyes. “Why did you stop?”

  “Summer, your ass is as red as a freshly boiled lobster’s.”

  “I drifted off…”

  “You were in subspace, hon.”

  “I liked it.” Summer had a sudden urge to giggle.

  “Is she okay?”

  The concern in Wes’s voice broke through her haze. “I’m fine, Wes. It was amazing. Did I safeword?” She honestly couldn’t remember.

  “No, hon. I did,” said Dalton. “Your ass is puffy. In fact…” He released the embrace and handed her over to Wes, who cradled her a bit awkwardly on his lap, almost as if he’d never held a woman like that before.

  “I have something for that.” Dalton began to dig in his bag. “Just hold her, Wes, and caress her. Tell her how well she did, and how proud you are of her. Aftercare is very important, and it helps prevent subdrop.”

  “What’s that?”

  Summer laughed, because she and Wes had both asked the same question, at the same time.

  Dalton straightened up, holding a tube of something in his hand. “While it’s hysterical that you both asked at the same time, it’s no laughing matter. Subdrop is a phenomenon that can happen as a bottom or sub comes down from a play session. Kind of like a depressing low after the high a rush of endorphins causes. Shift your hips toward me a bit, Summer.”

  She did, and winced slightly as Dalton rubbed something cool but stinging into her ass cheeks. “What is that?”

  “It will help in a second. I promise. Just burns a bit at first.”

  “Is my skin broken?”

  He watched her face carefully as he spoke. “No, but it is bruised and puffy. You took a lot, Summer.”

  “I enjoyed it.” She stared into his eyes for what felt like long moments, until the silence in the tiny alcove grew uncomfortable. What did Wes think of all this? Had he enjoyed it as much as Dalton obviously had? “Did you both like it?” She glanced at Wes. “Did you? I need to know.”

  “I did, Summer. Honestly, I did.”

  She could tell nothing from his expression, and a profound sadness fell over her. Summer was suddenly afraid she was going to cry.

  “Wes, expand on that a bit more,” said Dalton. “She needs your praise and reassurance right now.”

  Summer glanced at Dalton, who frowned and then handed her another bottle of water. “Drink this, hon.”

  She did, turning her attention to Wes once again. She could see the muscles in his jaw working, as though he were carefully weighing his words. She’d seen that look the first time they went to lunch, when she’d asked him why he wasn’t seeing anyone. She’d been shocked that such a good-looking, nice guy was unattached. He’d finally told her it was a long story, and she’d let it go at the time because it was obvious how uncomfortable the question had made him.

  “Summer, I enjoyed it more than I thought I would. But I was a bit afraid as well, because I wanted to keep going.” Guilt filled his eyes. “It was so…so arousing. All I wanted to do was…I can’t say this.”

  “Yes you can. Please.”

  The intensity of his gaze sent a ripple of fear through her. “I wanted to just fuck you, right there on the bench, while you were tied down. Okay?”

  Summer had to bite the inside of her cheek not to laugh. Was that all he’d been afraid to say? “Ah, true confession time.” She cut her gaze to Dalton quickly, wondering if she dared to say what was on her mind. Why not? This didn’t seem like the time for being shy, after all. He still held her panties in one hand, and both men had seen her naked ass and pussy. They’d spanked her, flogged her, and paddled her. She might as well come clean and get it all out in the open.

  “I would have let you both fuck me, okay? And that’s the honest truth.”

  Dalton cleared his throat and averted his gaze, but Wes said nothing. Had she gone too far?

  “I’m sorry, but you did ask. So what happens now? More play? Do we watch another scene? What do we do?”

  “Topping from the bottom again,” muttered Dalton, placing the tube back in his bag.

  “I’m sorry, Sir. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to say. This is all new to me, and it started out as an awkward night with the way you two were ready to pounce on each other at first.” Summer knew she sounded angry and resentful, but she couldn’t stop it. Every emotion seemed magnified right now, and topping the list was the feeling of being both foolish and inadequate in Dalton’s eyes.

  “Maybe instead of telling me what I’m doing wrong, one of you could tell me what I did right, if I did anything right at all, that is. Or maybe instead of complaining about my behavior, one of you could teach me the right things to do and say.”

  Dalton glared at her with a look of incredulity, but Summer didn’t care. She held his gaze, undaunted. Who the hell did he think he was? She barely knew him, and she’d just placed an enormous amount of trust in his hands. How dare he make light of that? And what the hell was Wes’s problem? Why wasn’t he saying something to defend her? What the hell was she doing here with these two?

  Summer crawled off Wes’s lap and snatched her panties out of Dalton’s hand, feeling ridiculous as she tried to put them back on in the tiny space. “I’m out of here. Thanks for the experience, but I don’t need any help to feel shitty about my lack of experience inside a BDSM club.”

  “Summer, please don’t go.” Wes placed a hand on her arm, but she shook him off.

  Dalton put a hand on each shoulder, and she tried to move away, but his grip was firm. “I’m sorry.” She searched his face for any sign of condescension, but didn’t see any. “Summer, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. You’re right. No one told you how to behave. I made a lot of assumptions tonight because you seemed so at ease, but I was wrong to do so. Please forgive me. And please don’t leave angry like this. Let’s talk about what you want and find a way to make it happen for you.”

  “That’s what I’m trying to do, Dalton. I’m very confused right now.”

  “I want to make this experience wonderful for you.” He cut his gaze toward Wes for a second before looking into her eyes again. “I want to do that for both of you, if you’ll allow me to.”

  Summer had to avert her gaze from his face because she didn’t want him to see her cry, and she knew with absolute certainty that she was about to. She closed her eyes as tears spilled over her lids and slid down her cheeks.

  Wes’s strong arms pulled her back onto his lap and she was stunned into silence when he wiped away her tears and tenderly kissed each cheek. “I’m sorry, too, Summer. I should have kept my feelings about Dalton to myself tonight, or found a way to talk to him about what happened all those years ago before I picked you up earlier. I have no idea what I’m doing here either. Ian and I haven’t spent that much time on instruction or talking. It was too much, too soon. I should have waited to ask you to come here, but you’re so…you’re so damn pretty, and I just thought…I thought I was ready. My hormones got the better of me. Can you ever forgive me?”

  She stared at Wes, wondering if she was losing her mind. Both men had just begged her to forgive them, and had validated her feelings. She was unaccustomed to such responses, and didn’t quite know what to say. “Of course. Of course I forgive both of you. I just…what I want…I don’t know what I want.”

  That wasn’t entirely true, but how could she give voice to the idea that was rattling around inside her brain? Wes would hate it, and Dalton would never f
eel comfortable with it.

  “Are you sure about that?” Dalton’s voice was quiet, but it reached down deep into her soul and touched the truth. Summer knew it had, the second she forced herself to look into his eyes. He knew exactly what she’d been afraid to say. Somehow, he sensed what she wanted.

  She swallowed hard, looking from him to Wes, wishing she could just say it already. She’d told them most of it earlier, when she’d admitted she would have let them both fuck her. But that’s not all she wanted from them. Would Wes be insulted? Would she blow any chance she had with him by asking for this? She had to know, and there was only one way to find out.

  “No, you’re right. I know exactly what I want, and it involves both of you.” She dared to sneak a glance at Wes, expecting to see shock or anger, but all she saw was lust and concern. It was too much to hope for.

  “What do you want from us, Summer?” he asked quietly, his voice holding no trace of bitterness or disdain. “Just tell us.”

  “First, I need to know if you want this. I mean, do you like this enough to learn to be my Dom.”

  The corners of his mouth turned up. “Yes. Oh, yes. I want that more than you even realize.”

  Summer had never heard such depth of emotion in Wes’s voice, and it sent a shiver of desire down her spine. She glanced at Dalton. “And did you mean it when you said you’d help us? Can you help Wes learn to be a Dom and me to be a sub, at the same time? That’s a lot to ask, isn’t it?” She had no idea if it was or not, but he had offered.

  The briefest flash of disappointment crossed Dalton’s face, but then it was gone and Summer wasn’t sure she’d actually seen it at all. “I would love to do that for both of you. But we have to set some ground rules first so that I understand my role.” He glanced at Wes. “Will you continue to allow me to top Summer as well so that I can guide you both?”