by Tara Rose
Summer still didn’t say anything. In truth, this was more difficult than she’d thought it would be. She clung to Wes’s arm, but walking forward over a brick walkway and past bushes and trees that she could smell but not see was disorienting. She kept flinching, expecting to run into something.
“I’m so proud of you, Summer. I just wanted you to know that. We’re almost to the door.”
She smiled, but didn’t speak. As they crossed the threshold, Wes whispered instructions in her ear every few steps so they could navigate around the people already there, and then down the stairs. Summer was trembling by the time they reached the bottom.
“We’re walking toward one of the alcoves,” said Wes, “on your left.”
She could sense the difference in the air as soon as they entered the alcove, and she caught the whiff of Dalton’s cologne and leather. Wes was wearing leather tonight as well, but for some reason she’d only caught the scent as she drew close to Dalton.
Summer dropped to her knees, and she could almost feel both Dalton and Wes smile. “Very good, Summer.” Dalton’s voice washed over her, smooth and rich. “How did she do on the way here?”
“Didn’t say a word past the point where I told her the rules were in effect. Not even while we were walking outside.”
“Well done, hon. I’m proud of you.” She felt his hand on hers. “Stand up, Summer.”
She did, and then she was led onto the main floor. Summer’s entire body now tingled, as if she’d moved too close to high tension wires. Gone was the earlier doubt and trepidation. She inhaled deeply, and the familiar smells of the club put her at ease. So much had changed since the last time she’d been here. She now felt at one with everyone in the room, and for the first time she also felt as though she belonged here.
“Summer, we’re in front of a St. Andrews cross, just like the one we had you on last time. Back up against it.” She did as they asked, and then tried to hold still and not utter a sound as her corset was unlaced. She’d loved it the moment she’d spotted it. It was dark purple with leather inserts, and laced up the front for what Wes had called “easy access.” She wore nothing but that, her new skirt, and the crotchless panties, as instructed. Her boots were short because the guys had both said her legs were gorgeous and they wanted her to show them off.
Even though she’d ended up completely naked last week with them, she felt more exposed right now because she wasn’t sure if they were in the same isolated corner as last week, or in the center of the room. For all she knew, Wes and Dalton were exposing her breasts to everyone in the club right now.
“You may answer these next two questions, Summer,” said Dalton. “Do you remember your safewords?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What color are you right now?”
“Green, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
Someone’s hands were on her corset again, gently moving it aside. The guys must have left the bottom laces intact because it wasn’t completely off her, but she felt air rush across both nipples.
“I love your breasts, Summer,” said Dalton. “Your pink nipples are lush and just beg to be hurt a bit.”
“They’re beautiful,” said Wes, his voice full of reverence. “Just like the rest of her.”
Summer drew in a sharp breath as one of them caressed her nipples then rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers. She had a sneaking suspicion what they were going to do, and a hot sliver of fear shot through her.
“It’s all right, Summer. Use your safewords if you need to.”
Summer had no idea how Wes knew what had just occurred. Had he sensed a change in her skin? Could he smell the fear on her, like an animal would?
She held her breath as the man she assumed was Wes slipped one of the clamps over her right nipple. When Dalton had first shown them to her in Sassy Brassy, Summer thought they looked like earrings. He’d explained that they simply slipped over the nipple and could be pinched tighter, but that they didn’t actually pierce the nipple or squeeze down hard on it.
She let out a small sound of surprise as he pinched it closed, then exhaled. She could feel it, but it didn’t hurt. “Okay?” asked Wes. “Just nod if you are.”
She nodded.
“Good girl,” said Dalton. He was standing close, and she assumed it was he who put the clamp on her other nipple. With both of them on she was more aware of them, and while the sensation wasn’t unpleasant, she didn’t understand the appeal. But they weren’t hurting her, so she didn’t safeword.
But Summer had to bite back a moan when one of them removed her crotchless panties. As he slid them down her thighs, his fingers brushed the skin, leaving behind a trail of fire. She stepped out of them without being told to do so, and then cuffs were attached to her wrists and boots at the ankles.
Summer concentrated on her breathing. She was doing fine. Except for the nipple clamps, this was nothing more than what they’d already done. She heard noises all around her, which she didn’t remember hearing the last time. Were they closer to the others this week? Her arms and legs were spread apart, and then she felt gentle tugging and pulling until she was bound spread-eagled on the cross. She’d been here before. She could do this. She trusted them both.
Something soft and feathery brushed the sides of her breasts, and then across the nipples. With each pass over the clamps a tiny jolt of electricity shot to her clit. Now she understood the appeal of them. The feather passed over her abdomen and then her pussy lips, and Summer grunted a bit as she struggled not to say anything.
“She likes this,” said Dalton, his voice full of humor.
“I love watching how much it turns her on,” said Wes. Oh, this was torture of the most delicious kind. She couldn’t speak, and it was driving her crazy. Had Wes said she was allowed to moan? She couldn’t remember at first, and then she did. He’d said she could groan, moan and whimper, but no words.
Summer held back as long as she could while they continued to brush the feather over her nipples and clit, but when one of them began to lightly tap the nipple clamps with what felt like a leather strap or a small paddle, she let out a long moan that turned into a steady stream of whimpering. Either the other man had a similar toy, or one of them was using two toys, because the same thing was done to her pussy. Not just to her clit, but the leather tapped over her soaking wet slit as well.
She was out of her mind with the need to come. Summer floated above the scene once again, barely conscious now of the other sounds around them. The only things that broke through the haze of exquisite pleasure were the slapping sounds of the leather, the way her nipples now felt as though they were being zapped with electricity, and the tiny contractions in her pussy.
She knew Wes and Dalton both were close to her, because she could now smell their individual colognes, as well as the fact that Wes’s leather vest and pants smelled newer than Dalton’s. She tried to focus on how sexy Wes had looked when he’d picked her up. She’d never seen him dressed like that before, and it had been all she could do not to beg him to fuck her, right then and there.
She wanted him to fuck her now. She wanted both of them to do so. Her orgasm was poised right there, on the edge, but if she gave into it, the play would be over. Summer shook her head and forced herself to concentrate. She had to keep quiet. She didn’t want them to stop. Their strikes increased in intensity with every few smacks, until her nipples and pussy were on fire. It was the most delicious combination of pain and pleasure that she’d ever experienced.
She floated away again, until all she could feel was the leather striking her every couple of seconds. When it stopped, hot panic raced through her. Had she spoken? No…it couldn’t be over. She’d beg if they wanted her to, but they couldn’t be done so soon…
“She’s all right. Here, Summer. Drink this, hon.” Dalton held a bottle to her lips, and she drank all the cold water, not even realizing she’d been so thirsty.
“Summer, tell me what color you are.” Wes’s v
oice came from far away, and it was full of concern.
“Green, Sir.”
“She’s all right,” said Dalton. “She was in subspace.”
Summer breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn’t fucked up after all.
“Summer, you may answer this question,” said Dalton. “Are you all right to continue?”
She smiled as the giddiness bubbled up inside her. She wanted to laugh and cry at the same time, but not from unhappiness. Every wonderful memory she had came rushing to the surface, until she couldn’t distinguish one from the other. All she could do was allow them to cascade over her, causing goose bumps to rise and sending shivers up and down her spine. She never wanted this feeling to end. If this was subspace, may she never come back down. “Oh, yes, Sir. Yes, I am.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Dalton chuckled and kissed her gently on the lips. “All right. You get a free pass on that one because I can see that you’re high as a kite right now. But you do remember the rules, right? Nod if you do.”
Summer nodded more than once, and as the image of one of those bobble head figurines rose up in her mind, she began to giggle.
“Wow,” said Wes, chuckling. “We did this to her?”
“Yeah, we sure did.” Dalton’s voice was full of pride, and that produced another endorphin rush that gave Summer fresh goose bumps. “Let’s see if we can turn up the heat a bit. Summer, we’re going to take off the clamps. This is going to burn, but we’ll help as best we can. I’m so proud of how much you took with them on, hon. I really am. If you utter a word or two during this, we won’t count it against you.”
Summer yelled in pain and surprise as they gently removed the clamps. It felt like her nipples had gone to sleep like limbs do when they’re pinched or bound too tightly, and then after the blood finally rushes back into them, they tingle and burn. But this wasn’t a tingling sensation like arms or hands usually produced. This fucking hurt.
Dalton gently massaged one nipple and she assumed it was Wes doing the other because his touch was different. It helped a bit, but it took what felt like long moments before the pain went away completely.
Summer exhaled loudly, but didn’t say anything. She shook her head a few times, wishing they’d simply left them on. Should she ask? “Sir?”
“What is it, Summer?” Dalton didn’t sound annoyed. That was good.
“May I ask one question, please?”
“All right.”
“Thank you, Sir. Is it supposed to hurt like that, and if so, why are they not simply left on?”
“That’s a very good question. If I left them on longer, it would hurt even more when they were removed. Sometimes, once a sub gets used to them, they’re removed as she has an orgasm, and the sensation enhances it, but not always. Everyone is different. You did very well. You really did. But I didn’t want to take a chance and leave them on any longer. If you agree, next time we’ll try some different things with them.”
Summer smiled, hoping that was enough of an answer for now.
“Good girl,” said Wes, brushing a finger along her cheek. “Summer, I am so proud of you right now.”
She inhaled his scent, wishing she could look into his eyes. This was so much more fun and emotional than it had been last time. Was that because of everything they’d gone through together, or was something else going on? Had she simply grown more used to the play? Whatever it was, Summer didn’t want it to end. Not ever.
Her cuffs were taken off, and Wes and Dalton rubbed the areas on her wrists where they’d been. Summer wasn’t bothered by the leather, and the cuffs had never hurt her. She liked the feeling of having them on. They made her feel secure and protected. They turned her around and put the cuffs back on, then fastened them again so that she was facing the cross this time.
One of them reached underneath her and undid the last of the laces on her corset, then gently pulled it from under her body. Except for her boots, she was naked once again. As she waited to find out what they were going to do to her, she tried to focus on the sounds behind her. They were taking something out of a toy bag, or at least it sounded that way, but she couldn’t tell what it was.
When she tried to glance over her shoulder, Dalton’s voice was in her right ear, whispering, as his hand reached around and cupped her left breast. “You seem a bit too easily distracted right now, Summer. What can we do to help? Don’t answer. Just listen, okay? Nod if you understand.”
She did, instantly relaxing. What was it about his voice that sent her into such a state? She wasn’t sure, but she knew that she loved it.
“I want you to listen to nothing but the sound of my voice. You’re safe. Wes and I won’t let any harm come to you. You’re in our care tonight, as always, and we’re here only to give you new sensations, and introduce you to toys we haven’t yet played with.”
He reached under her body and began to caress both breasts now, forcing soft moans from her. Wes pressed his body up against hers from behind and rubbed his bulge against her ass cheeks. The coolness of his leather clothing contrasted with the heat from her body, sending fresh waves of desire throughout her body.
“Summer,” he whispered. “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you look right now? Standing there with your arms and legs spread, your perfect ass ripe and ready to be spanked? And those boots…they make your legs look long and lean, sweetheart. When Dalton and I are done in here we’re going to take you back to his house and fuck you in every hole until you can’t stand it anymore and until none of us can move.”
“Oh…” She hoped that syllable came out as a moan, because if they stopped now, she’d die. She’d get on her knees and beg them until she was hoarse. They must have either ignored the slip-up or thought it was a moan, because they kept caressing her for long, luscious moments until the only sound she heard was the continuous one coming from her throat. Each time the words “please” or “oh God” tried to form on her tongue, she forced them back. Not being able to utter even one word right now was more painful than the nipple clamps being taken off had been.
“Now she’s ready again,” said Dalton, planting a gentle kiss on her right cheek.
She felt both men step back, and the first sensation was what she thought at first was a bee sting on both ass cheeks. When it stung her again, she yelped and tried to squirm away, but of course she couldn’t.
“It’s called a quirt,” said Dalton. “Very nasty bite. We won’t use it too much tonight, but we did want you to feel it.”
Summer let out a gasping breath as Dalton struck her three more times with it. She was about to safeword when he stopped and caressed the spots he’d just whipped. “Hon, I am so proud of you. I think we’ll save that toy for special occasions.”
Summer didn’t even moan, because she knew if she blew it and spoke, she’d regret it for the rest of the week. One of them used a flogger next, and after the quirt, the thick tails that produced a nice thudding sensation across both cheeks actually felt good. When he began to alternate that with strikes across her upper back, she tossed her head back and forth as the delicious combination of pain and pleasure washed over her again.
Both men kept up their verbal encouragement, telling her what a great job she was doing and how proud they were of her. Their voices were now the only things she heard. She slipped into that happy place again but this time she was acutely aware of their words and the differing sensations as they changed implements.
It kept her guessing, and didn’t give her a chance to get used to one thing. The toys varied from hard and thudding to sharp and stinging, and they varied their strikes in both frequency and intensity. It didn’t take long for sweat to pool along her hairline, or for her mouth to become bone dry. She panted and whimpered. Their constant praise sent a rush of endorphins to her brain until she could no longer distinguish between pleasure or pain.
When they stopped, they still didn’t unbind her, but rather used their hands and the feather to gently caress the places they’d p
unished, still whispering words of praise and now comfort as well. Summer began to cry, not because she was in pain, but because she’d never been so happy. She’d never felt so loved, cherished, and cared for. She never wanted to feel any other way. She wanted to stay here, in this club, with both men, for the rest of her life.
When they removed her blindfold and uncuffed her from the cross, all she wanted to do was tell them both how much she loved them, but she didn’t want to break the rules and speak. She didn’t want anything to spoil this night.
“Drink this, hon.” Summer took the water bottle from Dalton and drank all of it, then held it out and raised her eyebrows slightly, hoping he would correctly interpret that as her asking for more. He did, and she then drank a second bottle before they both led her to one of the alcoves and took turns holding her on their laps.
They stroked her back, hair, and tender ass cheeks. Summer almost fell asleep from their soft caresses and soothing voices. When they began to help her get dressed again, she woke up from the anticipation of their earlier promise. This night wasn’t over. They’d said they were going to fuck her silly, and she hoped they still meant it.
They told her to get in the backseat this time, and lie down. She closed her eyes as they drove, although it wasn’t a very long ride from Indulgence to the Metcalf estate. She could only see the night sky and twinkling stars as she glanced out the windows. It was a soothing sensation, and she sighed in contentment. This must be what it was like to lie down in a boat out at sea, and watch the night sky while being gently rocked by waves.
When the car stopped, they opened the back door and she reached for Wes’s outstretched hand. In his other hand he carried her bag. She’d completely forgotten about it. She still felt kind of spacey, as though she’d slept too long and was taking a long time to wake up. It was a good thing that Wes had remembered or she’d have left it at Indulgence and not remembered until tomorrow morning, when the blood finally trickled back into her brain cells.