Feeling Lucky [Lucky, Montana 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Beverly Price

  He watched as she took a deep breath trying to calm her nerves before she spoke again. “Yeah, green is go, yellow is slow down, or give me a minute, and red is stop, right? Just like a stop light. I do have to say it’s not very original, but it will work for now, I guess,” she said, looking right at him without blinking an eye.

  He had to chuckle at the way she spoke out. She sure was going to be a handful, and it made him wonder how long she was going to last until she found her round little ass over his knee while he heated it up with his hand. Damn if that thought didn’t get him harder than he already was. It was a good thing he was sitting, and she was too interested in the paperwork that was laid out on the table before them to notice.

  “Good job, baby girl. Now that brings me to your first lesson. When we ask you a question, it is to be answered right away, followed by ‘Sir.’ If this is not done, your pretty little ass will pay the price. Understand me?”

  She gasped at his words but then flushed as what he said sunk in. “Yes… Sir,” she added quietly, lowering her eyes.

  He smiled at her and then continued. “While in the club, you will not speak unless spoken to. I know you have questions, and we will answer them when we are outside the playrooms away from other guests. If another Dom addresses you and asks you who you belong to, the proper way to reply is ‘Master Noah and Master Sydney, sir.’ Granted, we are not your Masters, as that is something that is done only when a deeper connection is made between a Dom and a sub and a permanent contract is put into place. However, in the club we are known as Masters and each is held in high respect. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she replied automatically.

  “Good girl. I promise we will not push you too hard the first couple of times, until you get used to it all. I don’t expect you to perform a scene for the public anytime soon, but I do expect you to be respectful. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Noah spoke next. He needed to make sure she was aware that both he and Sydney were a team, and as such she would need to address them as a pair.

  “Okay, princess, there are a few simple rules for you to remember. Rule one, you will only wear what we have provided for you, and nothing else. Put on anything besides what we have given you and you will be punished. Rule two is that we do not share with anyone else at all. You will not partake in any scenes with another Dom, or assist another sub in anything unless we tell you to. This includes speaking to another Dom without our permission. If you are unhappy with us, you need to let us know, and we will address it at that point in time. Rule three is that we want you to enjoy everything we do to you. We will push your limits, princess. We will push them hard, but we won’t do anything we don’t think you can take. We won’t do anything to embarrass you or humiliate you, but know this, if you do something to upset another Dom, they will demand public punishment. We will do our best to be the ones to hand out the punishment, but there is no guarantee. Rule four, you are not allowed to touch yourself or come without our permission. You are ours from here on out. If you can’t follow these simple rules, then the door is that way. It’s up to you. What do you say, princess?” Noah slid the piece of paper over to her that had the rules he had laid out on it.

  Noah could tell she was chewing over what he had said. He sat and watched as the various emotions crossed her face. First she looked shocked, then frightened, then she looked happy, and then finally relaxed. This pleased him very much. She didn’t just jump into something without thinking it over. It was refreshing to meet a woman that did not fit the normal cliché of a dumb blonde and do whatever he said. She took the time to think things through and just by her posture when asked a question, Sam wouldn’t let them walk all over her. But just watching her, he realized that Milo was right, she was going to want to test her boundaries and trust was something you earned with her. Soon she spoke.

  “Okay, I am fine with all your rules. Where do I sign?” she asked, as she lifted the pen to the paper.

  Chapter Two

  Sam stood in the small room looking in the mirror at the outfit the men had selected for her. She thought what she was wearing was okay, but now she had a whole new outlook on what they wanted her to wear. They had better be kidding. The outfit was a small, soft-blue, lacy baby-doll dress, and nothing else. She knew she was supposed to follow the damn rules, but no panties…seriously? Taking a deep breath, she smoothed the dress down her body. Surprisingly, it fit her perfectly, hugging every curve she had and leaving nothing to the imagination. She felt exposed. Trying to steady herself, she kept saying that this was for Piper. Piper would do anything for her, and she could suck it up and get through this. She had to admit she was nervous, it had been a while for her since she felt attracted to a man, let alone two. Milo told her time and time again he trusted them, but at the time she assumed it was Ryan and her Dom. Now she knew the truth, he trusted both of them. It was time for her to try to trust herself as well. A knock came from the door as it opened, startling her from her thoughts. Noah and Sydney walked in looking hotter than when she had first seen them in the office. Both men were wearing leather pants that looked like pure sin. She really took the time to drink both men in before she spoke.

  Noah and Sydney had the same build, tall with wide shoulders, large arms, and ripped abs that made her want to wash her panties on them. Noah had longer hair that was pulled into a tight ponytail. It was jet-black and looked silky and smooth. It went well with his darker complexion and brown eyes. His smile was highlighted by the stubble on his chin that screamed sex god. Sydney sported the surfer look, with blonde hair that was slightly spiked. He had the same brown eyes as Noah. His clean-shaven jaw gave him the appearance of the bad boy her momma always told her to avoid. Both men stalked toward her with smoldering looks in their eyes as they appraised her appearance.

  “Umm, there wasn’t much in the box, just the dress. Are you sure about this? Also there are no shoes. Do I wear mine? I mean I can, but I am sure boots don’t go with this outfit. I feel practically naked. Had I known I was to wear this, I would have—”

  Her words were cut off by Noah placing a finger over her lips. Sam took the cue to remain silent. She had forgotten that she wasn’t really supposed to speak, but she assumed that was in the club. Crap, that was something she was going to have to ask about that when she got the chance.

  Noah was blown away when he walked into the room and saw Samantha. She was stunning, full of curves, and he wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside her tight little ass while Syd pounded into her weeping pussy. Her breasts were barely contained in the delicate material, and he could see the peaks of her delectable nipples were puckered from excitement. He could almost smell her arousal. The desire to start was driving him mad. Lost in thought, he almost forgot that she wasn’t a pure submissive. When she opened her mouth, everything and anything came flying out. He knew she was inexperienced in this lifestyle and didn’t want to frighten her, but he really did need to address one question at a time.

  “Okay, princess, breathe. Let’s start with the first question. Yes, you have everything you are supposed to wear. You look amazing. Trust me, Syd and I are going to be keeping a tight rein on you. Had I known you would look this hot in this outfit, I would have made arrangements to show you off properly so everyone could see you’re here with us. Normally subs wear no shoes. Some are granted heels, which Sydney has for you. When we go down to the club, you are not to speak to anyone, so if you have other questions, ask them now or wait until we are back in this room again this evening. We will do our best to explain things to you as they happen, but it may not always be the case. So have a seat and let’s put your shoes on.” Noah kept his tone softer than normal. She wasn’t ready for him to go into Dom mode just yet. He could tell that if he pulled that card, she would be bolting out the door without a second glance.

  Noah watched as Sydney knelt and placed the black stiletto pumps on Sam’s feet. Damn if she didn’t have the sexiest legs he had ever seen
. He had a thing for women in heels, but he had never seen a woman with legs that went on for days like hers did. It was like their own private stairway to heaven. Hot damn! A slow smile crept up her face as she looked down at the shoes, and he found it was sexy as hell. When she smiled, her whole face lit up. God, she was gorgeous. After the shoes were in place, she stood up, taking Sydney’s hand to steady herself.

  “Walk for me, princess.” Noah watched as Syd released her hand and she took small steps around the room to become accustomed to the pumps. They made her four inches taller than her already tall five foot eight. He liked that he could just tilt her head up and she was right in front of him. He hated bending way down to kiss a woman. When she finally came to a stop, he wanted to test her on how well she listened.

  “Good girl, princess. Now come to me.” She was silent as she walked over to him. Interesting. When she was mere inches from him, he decided to see if she trusted him and Sydney at all. In a D/s relationship, trust was essential, and without it the relationship was bound to fail. He took her chin between his thumb and index finger bringing her face to look up at him. For a moment he was lost in her blue eyes as they gazed at him in wonder and lust, but still she said nothing. Needing to see if they had any connection, he slowly lowered his head and brushed his lips over hers just once. She gasped and parted her lips as her eyes fluttered closed. He pressed harder, bringing his lips fully on hers, and the kiss turned hot. Sam moaned into his mouth. Noah took that small window of opportunity to plunge his tongue between her plump lips, playing his tongue with hers. She came back with equal fervor, challenging his dominating kiss. Sam started to raise her hands but was pulled short when Sydney came behind her and held them in place behind her back. Noah released his hold on her chin and moved one hand into her hair, grabbing a handful at the base of her neck to keep her in place, while his other moved lower to grasp her breast. He stopped to tweak her nipple, and it stood at attention from his touch.

  Sydney could not believe his luck. Sam was responding so well to Noah, but then again, he always had the bad boy attitude women flocked to. Sydney was more of the playful type, but together they made a great team. Keeping one hand in place holding her hand behind her back, he reached lower to feel the silkiness of her thighs. Noah was right to do shoes for her. Sydney was fine with her bare feet, especially with her cute little pink toenails, but she looked unbelievably amazing in the heels. She had the sexiest legs he had ever laid eyes on. Her velvety skin made him want to run his tongue along them and go searching for hidden treasure. He listened to her moan as his hand continued its explorations of her body.

  Soon Noah released her mouth and turned her to face him. He didn’t give her a chance to speak before he ravaged her mouth. Sam responded with the same enthusiasm as she had with Noah. She tasted sweet and spicy. He still held her hands in place as Noah continued to play with her breasts. They had no intention of sleeping with her right now, but they needed to see if there was any type of physical attraction between them. Which, by the way she was responding, there was. She molded her delectable body into his touch by bringing her hips flush against his cock, while she pushed her breasts into Noah’s eager hands. The sound of her soft mewling sent Sydney’s cock into overdrive making him want nothing more than to strip her down and pound his raging hard-on into her sweet cunt. Unfortunately, they needed to stop.

  They had an appointment downstairs and needed to get the tour over with before the real play could begin. Noah must have gotten the hint also, because he released his hold on her while running his hand down her incredible body. Sydney slowed the kiss and released her hands.

  “You did very well, baby girl. We have to stop now. We still have a tour to do before it gets too crazy downstairs. We won’t do a scene tonight for others to see, but be aware we will touch you any time or place we want. You will not speak without being spoken to, understand? I do not want another Dom to have to punish your sweet little ass because your smart, sexy mouth got you in trouble. Keep your eyes downcast when someone looks at you, and everything will be fine. We promise we will answer any questions you have about what you see tonight, okay?” Sydney spoke while he fixed her dress, and ran his fingers though her hair. She had left it down, which made him happy. He was suddenly excited about going into the club with such a lovely little sub in tow. It would make things a little more interesting tonight.

  Sam seemed reluctant to leave the room with what little clothes she had on but followed without argument. Sydney placed her between him and Noah as they took the elevator down to the club. He could see her heartbeat accelerate, and her breathing pattern increased. He could tell she was nervous, but she kept her eyes down. She fidgeted with her dress, running her hands up and down the material, trying to make it cover more of her creamy flesh. He punched the code into the elevator door that would allow them to enter the private club. Soon the elevator stopped, and Noah was the first to exit. Noah turned and held a hand out to her. She accepted it, and all of them stepped out. He watched as her face showed an array of emotions but abruptly stopped at anxious. Before they proceeded any farther, she grabbed Noah’s arm and leaned toward his ear, speaking in a hushed whisper. “Um, sorry, I know I am not supposed to talk, but I wanted to ask before we got started. How do I let you know if I have to go to the restroom? What if I have a question, and don’t wanna forget to ask you about it later? Is there a hand signal I can use or something?” Noah waited for her to take a breath, and hurriedly hushed her.

  “Shhh. Okay, if you have to go to the bathroom, just tap on one of us. We will know that you need to go. As for the rest of it, both Sydney and I have a pretty good idea what you will want to discuss and what you won’t. We can sit down and do a replay of the night’s events. Now, keep your lips zipped or you are going to get an early lesson on how a flogger feels.”

  Her eyes went wide, and she pursed her lips together. He had to hide a smile at her adorable reaction.

  * * * *

  Sam was mesmerized as she entered the club for the first time. She had been upstairs in the bar area prior, but this was something completely different. The people still dressed the same as in the bar area, except this time there were stages and various items set up on them. The colors were rich and dark, and the candlelight fixtures allowed the room to have a dark essence. She was getting more nervous. Trying to remember everything both Noah and Sydney had said, she kept her eyes down while simultaneously trying to look at everything as they walked. She felt out of her league. The women around her were so delicate-looking and small. She was tall for a woman, and she was large chested, but with both Noah and Sydney she felt tiny and dainty.

  Maybe she could do this. No, I will do this. After all, she promised Piper, and Piper had always been there for her, no questions asked. She was one of those friends that if Sam showed up with a dead body in tow she would find a shovel and help bury it. Sam smiled at that thought. Both she and Piper were so different, and yet they were able to connect on some level that most didn’t understand. Each woman had their own demons lurking in the closet.

  Forcing down another panic attack that she felt start to come up, she watched the men nod to a man who could be part giant. He was bold-looking, with deep-set gray eyes and a dark goatee that framed his strong jaw, and built like a damn Mack truck. The alluring stranger sported the same gear Noah and Sydney did, but he wore a leather vest that accentuated his extremely large arms. Wow, he was huge. She swallowed her fear, and they continued on their way across the crowded room. Leather. Leather seemed to be the fabric of choice in this joint, and skin was the trend for the submissives. The lingerie that some wore almost made her gasp. Hooks and chains were attached to body parts, instead of material. She made a mental note to thank the guys for being generous in her attire selection.

  Noah leaned over and spoke in her ear. “His name is Gunner, and he’s a dungeon monitor. It’s best not to piss him off. He won’t take anything from anyone. I’m proud of you so far, princess. Now let�
�s go see the first show. We’ll start at the simple ones I am sure you already know about, and then we will move on to others that might throw you for a loop.” Knowing she was not allowed to speak unless asked a direct question, she just nodded her head.

  Both men turned her to the first stage, and she sat between them, relieved to finally be able to look up at something. She was able to take in the atmosphere before her. On the stage stood a large cross that she had seen in her research. This was the St. Andrew’s Cross. It was like a giant X, and a woman was tied to it facing forward, her arms outstretched. Her back arched against the smooth wood, displaying her tits. She had nothing on but an eye mask and nipple clamps. They appeared quite painful. Her nipples were protruding and were red and swollen. A chain ran across her breast and down to her stomach, attaching to a belly button ring that was a golden hoop. Then it continued down all the way to her pussy. The woman’s lower lips were held open by clothespins, leaving her clit exposed as another golden ring attached to her hood.

  Sam had never seen anything like that before. The idea of something attached to her most intimate parts excited her on some level. A man appeared out of the side stage, and was carrying a leather baton that had several leather strips coming out of the top. It almost reminded her of a little girl’s bicycle handle that flowed with bright ribbons. However, this one looked like it could hurt. Sydney was the one to whisper in her ear. “It’s a flogger, baby girl. He’s doing what we call edging, which means we bring a sub close to climax but never fully push them over for a release. He has been at it for quite a while. We’ll watch for a bit and then move on.” Sam nodded her head and continued to watch the show that took place before her.