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

by Tara Rose

  Wes nodded. “Yes.”

  “And what about sexual play? Can you handle it if Summer allows us both to do that to her?” asked Dalton.

  The space inside the alcove was suddenly too hot and quiet. Summer held her breath as she watched the struggle on Wes’s face. It wasn’t fair, really. They’d had one kiss. They hadn’t even had time to see where their relationship could go, but it was beyond that now. They were here, and the question had been asked.

  Wes cut his gaze toward her. “Isn’t that up to Summer?”

  “She’s already answered that question.” Dalton’s voice was soft but firm. “Have you two made love yet?”

  Wes shook his head, clearly embarrassed by the question. “We haven’t been going out very long.”

  Summer wished he didn’t feel as if he had to justify it.

  “Then I have to ask, Wes. We have to establish limits for now. They can always be changed later.”

  Wes glanced at her again and she watched something shift in his eyes, as if he’d finally made up his mind about a very weighty matter. He let out a sigh before he spoke. “If Summer is all right with sexual play from both of us, then I am too. I only want her to be happy, and to learn all she wants to learn about this lifestyle.”

  “And what do you want?” asked Dalton.

  “I want the same thing. To learn. And I want Summer.”

  She was still on his lap, and now she put her arms around his broad shoulders and kissed him gently on the lips. “Thank you, Wes. I want this, too. It’ll be fun. Let’s see where it takes us.”

  He finally smiled at her, and when he did so, his entire face lit up. Dalton chuckled and stood. “All right then. Summer, you are now officially our sub in training. So get off his lap, and get on your knees. It’s time to learn some protocol.”

  Chapter Six

  Dalton finally exhaled the breath he’d been holding for what felt like an hour. That had been a close one, and he blamed himself. Everything he’d said earlier had been the most blatant truth he could have uttered. He hadn’t even cared that Wes had been there. This pretty girl had captivated him and excited him, and he didn’t want to let her walk away. Especially if she felt as if she’d done something wrong. She hadn’t. But she needed to get used to him uttering things off the cuff because it was part of who he was.

  “I said on your knees, Summer.” Dalton took out Ole Blue, the flogger he’d nicknamed thus not only because it was made of powder-blue, thin strips of rubber, but because it left a sub’s ass black and blue when he used it properly.

  She visibly swallowed and her eyes grew wide, but she dropped to her knees, her gaze on the flogger. “Are you going to use that on me, Sir?”

  He grinned. “Not on your ass. That’s had enough tonight.” He ran the tails along her halter top, letting them drop into her cleavage. His dick was so rock hard it hurt like a son of a bitch. When she’d said earlier that she would have let them both fuck her while she was restrained on that bench, Dalton had thought he was going to come in his pants. He hadn’t done that since he’d been fourteen years old. “But there are other places to flog, Summer.”

  “What do I get to do?” asked Wes.

  Dalton eyed him for a second, hoping he wasn’t about to make another huge mistake, but the two had both asked him to train them, and that meant Wes needed to learn a few things as well. “For starters, next time you come here, wear leather or at least something more comfortable than jeans, like khakis. We’ll walk around a bit so you can see how others are dressed.”

  Wes crossed his arms and Dalton couldn’t help but sigh. “Why do I have to conform to a dress code?”

  “Wes, it’s not that we have a dress code in here as much as we dress a certain way for comfort, and to project an aura—an image. Jeans are too restrictive when you really get going moving around and flogging someone. And sneakers aren't a good idea in here. If something drops on your foot, like your sub, you’ll be happy to have footwear that protects your feet.”

  He glanced at Summer, whose face was a cross between embarrassment and awe. What was she doing with this guy? Dalton handed Wes the flogger, then pulled out a small riding crop, bondage rope and the Hitachi Magic Wand. Summer made a sound that was half moan, half gasp.

  “You’re familiar with this, then?”

  She averted her gaze.

  “Eyes on me. Eyes on one of us, always, unless we tell you otherwise. Do you understand?”

  She didn’t answer, so Dalton slapped the riding crop lightly against her nipples.

  “Ouch!”

  “I didn’t hear your answer.”

  “Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir.”

  He searched her face carefully, looking for any sign of her earlier confusion or frustration, but found none. That was good—very good. “From now on, you will kneel in front of us as soon as you enter this house, and you will stay there until one of us tells you to rise. You will kneel at the end of a scene until one of us holds you. You will address us both as “Sir” when we’re in this club, or anyplace in private. And you will not ask a question unless you can do so in a respectful tone. Do you understand all this, Summer?”

  He watched the rebellion in her eyes, and it excited him so damn much it was all he could do not to kiss her right then and there, and say fuck it all to the rest of the play tonight. He’d fuck her silly from now until Sunday if she’d let him.

  Finally she spoke, and her voice was soft and breathy, as if she were very, very aroused. “Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir.”

  “Good girl. Now, about before. Wes and I are very proud of you, Summer. You did a wonderful job. But our playtime tonight isn’t over. You may rise now.”

  She did, and Dalton tossed his bag over one shoulder. “Let’s go find a cross that’s not being used. We’ll start there.”

  * * * *

  Wes hated the fact that Summer had cried earlier. And he hated the fact that he couldn't be as alpha male as Dalton. Is that what she wanted? She certainly seemed to respond to him. What was he doing here? Ian would never have taken over the evening as much, would he?

  Wes realized he truly had no idea what Ian might or might not have done, and it hardly mattered now. Summer had made her desires known, and they included him. He’d better find a way to drop the sour-grapes act and fast or he’d lose any chance he had with her. This was what he wanted, too, wasn’t it? He’d better figure that out as well. He was the one who had invited her here, not the other way around. There was no reason to let Dalton intimidate him like this.

  Dalton led them to one of the St. Andrews crosses and then he glanced at Wes, giving him a pointed look. “Your turn, Wes. This scene is yours to direct. I’ll merely act as guide this time.”

  Every time Wes thought Dalton was being an ass again, he did something like that. Was that part of his mind-fuck game as a Dom? Keep people guessing? It was certainly working on Wes. Wes did a few practice swings with the flogger as Summer watched, her eyes filled with trepidation and lust at the same time. The lust Wes could handle. The trepidation he still wasn’t so sure about. “Back up against the cross, Summer.”

  She did, then watched as Dalton handed a length of rope to Wes and took one in his hands as well. “This is soft. It won’t hurt her. Imitate on your side what I do on mine. Oh, wait…before we secure her arms, her top needs to come off.”

  Wes swallowed hard. His damn dick was already swollen to the point of pain. If he bared Summer’s tits, he might come in his pants. “Take it off, Summer. Slowly.”

  Dalton grinned. “Well played, Wes.”

  Wes puffed out his chest and planted his feet as he watched Summer stare at him in disbelief, drop her gaze to the flogger, then reach behind and unzip her top. She took it off and handed it to him, a challenge in her beautiful green eyes. Wes bit back a moan. He took her top but couldn’t stop staring at her breasts. They were full, and her nipples just ached to be sucked and licked.

  Dalton began to wrap the rope around her left wrist, and
even though Wes’s fingers were shaking, he placed her top on his bag and then secured his length of rope to her right wrist, tying the knots the way Wes showed him. They fastened the rope to rings behind the bench, and then Dalton started to slide down her skirt, but stopped and glanced at Wes, nodding toward Summer.

  Wes didn’t think he could take off her skirt and panties without fastening his mouth on her pussy, but he did. She was already wet. There was no way to miss it because she was shaved except for a narrow landing strip, and her juices glistened in the lights. Wes stared at her and didn’t stop until Dalton bent down to fasten the rope around her left boot at the ankle. Wes did the same to her right, and then they attached the rope behind the cross as they had done with the rope around her wrists.

  Dalton straightened up, pulling out a blindfold from the bag as he did. “This can help heighten the sensations.”

  He took it then glanced at Summer. Her eyelids fluttered, and Wes nearly gasped again at the look of raw lust on her face. This couldn’t be happening to him. Things like this were the stuff of fantasies and wet dreams, not real life. At least, not for him, and certainly not with Summer Andrews. “Are you all right with us blindfolding you, Summer?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

  “Good, Wes. You asked first. Always negotiate something new with a sub unless you know it’s not a soft or hard limit. And actually, hard limits are a different matter. We’ll discuss how to negotiate those on another night.”

  Wes nodded because he really didn’t trust his voice right now. His emotions were too raw, and his self-control was hanging on by a thread. He slipped the blindfold around Summer’s head. Just before he covered her eyes, she winked at him. Wes couldn’t stop himself. He kissed her. He didn’t let it linger too long, but he had to taste her lips again. He nuzzled her neck as he tied the silk behind her head. “Thank you, Summer. Thank you for this.”

  “Thank you, Wes. I mean Sir.”

  Wes didn’t give a shit what she called him right now. He only cared that she was enjoying this, and the earlier doubt she’d expressed seemed to be gone. He was so glad. If he and Dalton hadn’t convinced her to stay, this would all be over before it had a chance to begin, and Wes would have been humiliated beyond all reason.

  “We want to warm up the skin in front even more so than we did on her ass,” said Dalton. He brushed the riding crop over her nipples and Summer drew in a sharp breath. Wes could almost see the shiver pass over her body. Dalton stepped in front of her and nodded toward Wes, who did the same. He brushed the flogger tails over her abdomen and pussy. Summer moaned, and Dalton grinned. “And what’s great about having her blindfolded is that she won’t be entirely sure who is doing what. It heightens the sensations and the emotions for most subs.”

  “What color are you, Summer?” Wes wasn’t sure if it was necessary to ask yet, but doing so made him feel like a real Dom. Hadn’t Dalton said that a sub actually held all the power? Her submission was something to be negotiated, and she could withdraw it at any time. Wes now understood that it was his job to care for Summer’s physical needs as well as her emotional ones.

  He was still smarting a bit from when Dalton had had to coax him into holding Summer and trying to comfort her, but he knew now that Dalton hadn’t done it out of spite or a sense of vindication. He was an experienced Dom, and it was obvious how smitten he was with Summer. Wes would have to deal with that, but for right now, he struggled to recall everything he and Ian had discussed over the past few months, and what he’d learned tonight from Dalton. He wanted Summer to see him as an equal to Dalton, not a pupil. He wanted to show her confidence.

  “Green, Sir.”

  “Good girl. I’m proud of you.”

  Dalton grinned, and then motioned for them to change toys. They did so silently, and Wes slapped the flogger gently against Summer’s breasts. When she moaned and shook her head slowly back and forth, his dick nearly exploded. She was enjoying this, a lot. He alternated light strokes with brushing the tails over her upper torso and arms, while Dalton did the same to her pussy, alternating smacks of the crop with caresses.

  Gradually, as she began to writhe against her ropes and moan louder, both men increased the intensity of their strikes, and Summer began to utter incomprehensible words. Her pussy was soaked, and Wes couldn’t stop staring at it. He and Dalton switched toys one more time, and Wes wanted desperately to caress her pussy with his fingers or his tongue rather than this damn toy.

  Finally, they stopped, and Dalton picked up the Hitachi Magic Wand and covered the foam head in lube. “I like to keep plenty of lube with me,” he said. “It’s inexpensive if bought in bulk.”

  Wes glanced around the room. How many of the women in here had Dalton topped? How many had he fucked? Wes mentally shook away the questions as Dalton plugged in the vibrator behind the cross and held it close to Summer’s pussy, but not quite touching it.

  She obviously knew what the sound was, because she started moaning loudly and thrashing her head around. “What do you want, Summer?” asked Dalton. His voice was soft but also full of humor. Wes wanted to be the one teasing her into a frenzy like this.

  “Sir…please…”

  He touched her clit with it, for no more than one second. She screamed. “Please…please…”

  “Tell us what you want, Summer.”

  Wes watched Dalton, fascinated. How the hell did the man have that much control? Wes had been ready to explode for what felt like hours. If they truly used that thing to give Summer an orgasm, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold off any longer.

  “Please…please use that on my pussy. Please let me come, Sir. Please…”

  Wes gritted his teeth as Dalton began to rub the wand slowly against her clit. This was going to test his own willpower right to its limits.

  Chapter Seven

  Summer screamed again as Dalton pressed the head of the vibrator against her clit. Her pussy exploded in a blinding orgasm that went on and on. She couldn’t even think. She could barely breathe. She began to pant and hoped one of them would notice and give her water, but after a few seconds even that need took a backseat to the contractions sending her to unparalleled heights of passion.

  He wasn’t letting up. They were going to kill her with a vibrator. She began to giggle at that image. She simply couldn’t help it. The rush of endorphins in her brain was insane. Between the flogger and riding crop on her nipples and pussy, and now this, she was out of her mind with need. She didn't know how she’d gone from feeling unsure about why she was even here to wanting them both to fuck her silly again, but she was so glad she’d done so.

  She wanted to please them both, and she wanted this night to go on forever. She had never had so much fun in her life. If Gran could see her now…Summer began to giggle again as she pictured Gran asking her how her date went. Another climax was poised right on the edge, and thoughts of Gran dissipated as Summer began to whimper. She was so thirsty…should she safeword? “Yellow,” she whispered.

  The vibrator stopped, not that it mattered. The damn thing was so powerful she could still feel the pulsations throughout her entire groin, as if it had never been turned off. “Sir, water…please…”

  Someone held a bottle of water to her lips and she drank it all, not caring that some of it spilled down between her breasts. The urge to ask if they’d lick off the drops that spilled was strong. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Are you all right to continue?” asked Dalton.

  “Oh…I don’t know…”

  “Tell us what you’re feeling, Summer.”

  His voice was even more commanding and sexy when she couldn’t see his face. There was a subtlety to the tones she’d never noticed before. She struggled to find the words that would convey what she meant without making them wish they hadn’t taken her this far. She didn’t want to disappoint them. “I’m so sore…everywhere. I mean that in a good way. But I’m not sure I can take another orgasm with that thing. It’s so…so strong.”
/>
  “What about with something softer?”

  Wes’s voice was ripe with the promise of dark, erotic passion. She’d never heard that tone before, and she shivered. “Oh…Oh yes, Sir.” Did he mean it? Did they both intend to do what Wes’s question hinted at?

  Someone brushed a finger along the side of her right breast and she moaned. “You do realize, don’t you, that if we do this for you, we’ll expect you to do something for each of us in return.” Wes’s voice was directly next to her right ear, which meant it must be him touching her boob.

  Summer could have sworn she heard Dalton chuckle softly. She tried to control her breathing as the scent of leather and Wes’s cologne filled her head. This was what she’d wanted, after all. And it was right there, waiting for her to reach out and take it. “What would you want me to do for both of you in return, Sir?”

  “Any limits on oral sex, Summer?” That was Dalton’s voice. “Or objections to us staying here on the main floor of the club if it progresses that far? We’re pretty isolated in this corner and no one is watching us.”

  She swallowed. Why had he reminded her that they weren’t in a private place? Then again, she’d better get used to that. This was what she wanted, right? “None, Sir. On either.”

  Her pulse raced. Were they really going to eat her out right here in the club, while she was tied to this cross? The images racing through her mind were out of control. Summer had never been this aroused. She heard scraping as though someone had dragged a chair across a wooden floor, and then strong hands grasped her breasts and someone kissed her. She wasn’t sure who it was, but she no longer cared.

  Hot desire spread through her like flames, consuming the last bit of insecurity that remained. She wanted both of them, and if they laid her on the carpeting and fucked her in front of the entire town she wouldn’t care. She parted her lips to let his tongue inside as he teased her nipples into taut peaks. Between her legs, the other man licked her clit and teased the opening to her wetness with two fingers.