Analise's Journey, Bundle (Doms of Chicago Serial Spin Off)

by Trace, Dakota

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  Waiting in the vestibule with Analise between him and his Master to move through the security checkpoint, Grim tried to keep a lid on his wayward emotions. Coming home after catching a Red-eye flight, only to find his Master and Analise curled up like two little bugs in a rug, in the bed he shared with his Master had been eye opening. It’d made him realize how much he’d come to care for Analise, and how much was actually riding on her being a part of their lives. And what would happen if Analise decided to walk away. The fear had nearly had him diving on his slumbering Master. Instead he controlled his fear, and merely stripped down then crawled in bed with them. He’d settled into a fitful sleep, until Liam had awakened him an hour later with the soft touch of his hand.

  The welcome in his Master’s gaze had set all of his demons at ease. No matter what happened with Analise, Liam wouldn’t abandon him. A relief so strong had swept over him, that the first thing that flew out of his mouth was a plea to suck his Master’s cock. Of course, Liam being the man he was, he’d made Grim wait ‘til their third also woke, before tasking him with the interesting chore of teaching Analise the finer aspects of deep-throating him.

  His breath caught at the memory of Analise watching him raptly, as he not only explained the special technique of gradually swallowing a large cock but also showed her. Their Master’s resulting orgasm had been an explosive reward that they’d shared. It made him hard just thinking about it.

  “Grim?” The sharp tone from his Master, had his head swinging up. Standing next to Carlos, the bouncer who manned the door of Olivia’s for as long as he could remember, his Master raised a brow. “Coming? Or are you going to stand there all night woolgathering?”

  “Coming, of course, Master.” Stepping up, he nodded a greeting to Carlos, who held a hand-held metal detector.

  After waving it over his arms and legs, the Hispanic man smiled. “You’re good, Grim. Enjoy the demonstration. I hear Master Caelan has a special surprise tonight. He’s going to bind both Nisey and a male sub together.”

  Surprise filled him. “You don’t say? I thought that Master Caelan was strictly heterosexual.”

  Liam dropped his arm over Grim’s shoulders. “From what Olivia told me earlier, when I called about getting a guest pass for Analise, Caelan bent his rules for this sub. Evidently the man has a natural affinity for the ropes which almost rivals Nisey’s.”

  “Really? Then we should be in for a treat.” He snuggled closer to Liam before pulling Analise under his arm. “Thanks for the heads up, Carlos. Have a great evening - don’t work too hard.”

  The big man chuckled. “No chance of that. I work too hard, my Mistress will have my ass and not in a good way.” He reached behind the counter to press a button. A moment later there was a buzz as the security door released. “Maybe you’ll see her later. She’s coming tonight to watch Caelan’s demonstration.”

  “That will be nice. I look forward to seeing Mistress Keisha again.” Liam replied, as he guided Grim and Analise through the heavy security door.

  Once it closed behind them, Grim took a deep breath and inhaled the familiar scent of leather and lust. While it wasn’t late enough yet for the main room to be in full swing yet, there were several Doms standing at the bar, conversing with one another, while their subs knelt at their feet, and a few solo Doms sitting in high leather back chairs sipping on scotch and reading the newspaper. It always amazed him that Olivia’s somehow managed to be a cross between a gentlemen’s club and a BDSM club.

  “Come, Grim. I’d like a drink before the demonstration.” Liam guided Analise over to the bar. Once there, he snapped his fingers, instantly their little submissive sank to her knees on his right side. Pride filled him as he recognized their Master’s training. Her response was a thing of pure beauty. Joining her, Grim sank down onto the polished wood floor on Liam’s left, a mere foot separating them. Because of their proximity, as he rested the side of his head against Master’s leg, he could feel the curiosity building inside of Analise. Shifting his weight a bit, he lightly brushed his forehead against his Master’s knee. As one of the non-verbal signals they’d worked out, it was one he frequently used at the club, when he wanted his Master’s attention.

  Liam paused for a second, acknowledging he’d felt the signal, before completing his order with the bartender. Once done, Grim knew his master would deal with him.

  “Yes, Grim?” Liam’s hand brushed his curls.

  “Permission to converse with our sub, Master?”

  “Granted, but quietly.” Then Master struck up a conversation with one of the Doms on his left - Master Dominic judging by the thick Cajun accent. Forcing his attention away from the conversation above his head, he lightly tapped Analise’s knee with his fingers. She seemed startled when she glanced over at him.

  “Are you okay?”

  She nodded mutely.

  A smile escaped him. “You can speak, sweetheart. Master has given us permission. Is there any questions you’d like me to answer, before we go to the demonstration?”

  She licked her dry lips before answering. “Are we allowed a drink?”

  “Of course. While there is a one drink maximum at Olivia’s when it comes to alcohol, there are always plenty of bottles of water, juice and Gatorade.” He shifted a bit. “Sceneing can really take it out of both the Dom and the submissive. Having liquids to replenish after a scene is a must.” He gave her a smile. “In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if Master hasn’t already requested water for us.”

  “Water would be wonderful.” She looked around nervously. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I just want to explore everything, but I’m afraid of screwing up, or doing something wrong.”

  Setting his hand on her knee, he gave it a gentle squeeze. “All subbies make mistakes once in a while. I can assure you, our Master isn’t going to strap you to the pillory and whip you, if you forget a rule or fumble with another one.” He leaned in. “Let me tell you something, despite being a hard man, Master is a fair one as well.”

  He was just about to open his mouth when he spotted a new couple come in. “Well, what do you know? Isn’t that your neighbor?”

  Analise shifted on her knees to get a better look, and accidentally bumped into Liam hard enough to throw the man off balance, if it hadn’t been for Grim pushing up on his knees. Liam caught his shoulder, and was able to correct his balance.

  “Oh, I’m sorry, Master…I didn’t mean to…” The look on Analise’s face was horrified.

  “Shhh.” Then his Master’s hand came down to cradle her head. “Did you need something piccola?”

  “No, Master. I was trying to see something that Sir mentioned to me.”

  “What was so important you interrupted my discussion with Master Dominic?” Liam stared down at them, his face impassive.

  “I slipped, Master, I apologize.” She lowered her head, offering her submission.

  “Apology accepted, but we will be revisiting this issue later, Analise.”

  “Yes, Master.” She whispered the word dutifully, concern and resignation filling her expression. Grim longed to pull her close and whisper everything would be alright, as a newcomer joined their master at the bar, and his submissive sank down beside them. But after having experienced her first punishment the night before, he could understand her reaction, and with the presence of another sub, he didn’t want to embarrass her by correcting her misconception. She’d soon get used to the fact, that when their Master said they’d be revisiting the issue, didn’t always mean there would be a punishment involved. But when her shoulders slumped he was ready to say screw the embarrassment. Seeing her dejection, in her slumped shoulders and lowered head, wasn’t worth the little bit of embarrassment his words might cause. He opened his mouth to speak, when the Dom who’d joined them stepped back from the bar, and directly addressed Analise.

  “Sugar, what the hell are you doing here?”

  Analise’s head flew up and her eyes widened in surprise, th
en horror, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Looking up, he met the furious gaze of a vaguely familiar Dom with closely cropped hair, leather pants, and thick biker boots, who was crouched down low enough to gaze at them. In his outstretched hand was the end of the leash, which was connected to the submissive kneeling on the other side of Analise. How did this Dom know Analise? And why did he think he could touch a submissive that wasn’t his?

  Part XVIII: Innocence

  Continuing to make idle conversation with Dominic, Liam ignored his need to comfort Analise. Her mistake was a newbie mistake. More than once, Grim had made the same mistake while kneeling and having something catch his eye. He’d lean to see around Liam’s legs, and in the process knock Liam off-balance. While he wasn’t mad at Analise’s mistake, he didn’t feel the need to correct a minor infraction here and humiliate her when it could be handled in the privacy of their home.

  He was just about to take another drink of his scotch when Master Paul, one of the out-of-town Doms, approached him with his sub, Reed, on a leash. He turned to greet him.

  “Hey Paul, it’s been awhile since I’ve seen your face in here. Come in for the demonstration?”

  Paul slid up to the bar next to him. “Yeah. I’ve been coming up every weekend for the past month. My sub loves rope play, and we enrolled in one of Master Caelan’s shibari classes. In fact tonight, he’s going to work with Reed during his demonstration.”

  A grin split Liam’s face. “Congrats. Master Caelan only works with subs who truly appreciate the art. I hear there’s a waiting list to get into one of his classes. In fact, I brought Grim and my new sub tonight to watch the demonstration. She expressed a desire to try shibari, and I figured having her see it first hand, before I break out the ropes would be a good idea.”

  “She?” Paul’s eyebrows rose. “The last thing I expected was for you take a female sub. You and Grim have been together forever.”

  Liam chuckled. “True, but when Grim spotted her at work…well let’s say that rest is history.”

  “She must be one helluva a woman to get you two cock hounds to look at her.” Paul slapped his shoulder good-naturedly.

  “She is that and more.” He reached down to touch Analise’s head, hoping she’d heard the praise in his voice. “She’s taken to the training beautifully.”

  “Sounds interesting.” Paul leaned back from the bar to look down at the subs kneeling at Liam’s feet. Then his eyes narrowed. “What the fuck? That almost looks like…” Crouching down, the other man reached to touch Analise. A low growl built in Liam’s throat.

  “I didn’t give you permission to touch.”

  Paul paused, his hand again mere inches from Analise, before finally speaking. “Sugar, what the hell are you doing here?”

  “Paul, you need to back off.” Liam spoke softly. “Before I kick your ass for fucking with my subs.”

  Paul surged upright, inadvertently pulling hard on his submissive’s collar. At Reed’s slight sound, Paul immediately looked down at him, loosening his tight grip on the leash. “Sorry, lover.” Then he glared at Liam. “You care to tell me why you have my innocent, untouched niece kneeling at your feet?”

  Keeping his unraveling temper on a tight leash, Liam gazed at him steadily, not letting his surprise at Paul’s announcement show. It mattered little to Liam that Analise was Paul’s niece. What mattered to him was that she’d come to them of her own free will. “Why the fuck do you think she’s there? It’s because she wants to be.”

  A sneer crossed Paul’s face. “So you’re now seducing little innocent girls from the country?”

  Liam stiffened. “You know me better than that, Paul. I’d never take anything that isn’t willingly offered.”

  “Dammit! I should’ve put my foot down, when I first found out that she was coming to Chicago. I never should’ve let her father talk me into letting her spread her wings!” His fist came down on the counter, rattling the glasses in front of them. “I ought to kick your ass…” he tried to lunge forward, but was caught by Dom.

  Stepping in, Dominic placed a hand on both of their chests. “Whoa, gentlemen. We’re not going to fight in here. Olivia catches wind of a fight inside her club, you’ll both be out on your asses.” He turned to face Paul. “Do you honestly want to ruin your sub’s chance of working with Caelan, because you’re being over-protective?”

  “Who says I’m being over-protective?” Paul clenched his fists. “At least let me talk to her privately to make sure she’s not here against her will.”

  “Not a chance, Paul.” Liam placed his hand on Analise’s head, as she tried to curl around his leg. On his other side, he could hear the growl from Grim at the idea. He totally agreed with his lover’s sentiment. “If you want a third party to talk to her, fine. But it will be a cold day in hell, before I let you try to make her feel guilty, just because of her need to submit to Grim and me.”

  The words seemed to enrage Paul even more. “You’re not happy enough with ruining my niece, but you have to pass her off like sloppy seconds to your sub? I’ll be damned if I let you turn her into nothing more than a plaything!”

  “I suggest you go cool off, Paul, before you say something that Analise won’t forgive you for.” Liam gritted out the words, while gently rubbing his fingers over the top of first Analise’s head, then Grim’s.

  “I’d rather have her pissed at me than see you make her into a lifestyle whore…”

  A silence fell over the main room, before all hell broke loose as two things happened simultaneously. Olivia entered the room and Analise broke rank. Rising to her feet, he’d never been prouder of his new sub than when she stood and faced her uncle.

  “A lifestyle whore, Uncle Paulie. Really? You have that little faith in me?” She placed her hands on her hips. She looked back at him, an apology in her eyes. Liam gave her a slight nod, to show he supported her decision. She then turned back to face Paul again, before gesturing to Reed, who was still on his knees at her uncle’s feet. “If wanting to submit to Liam and Grim makes me a whore, then what does dragging your boy-friend around by a leash make you? A pimp?”

  Paul’s mouth dropped open in surprise. “What…he’s…I didn’t think…”

  She gave a mirthless laugh. “Oh, come off it. Did you honestly think that your sweet, innocent niece didn’t know you were gay, and that your “roommate” was actually your lover? You’re not that good of an actor. I’ve known since my freshman year in high school.” She walked over and poked him right in the chest with a finger. “But that doesn’t excuse your actions here tonight.” She got in close, until Paul almost toppled over. “Let me tell you something. If offering myself to Master and Sir, two men who happen to care about me, makes me a whore, then a proud whore is what I’ll be - at least I’m being honest. I’m not hiding what I want from anyone. My close friends know, and truly accept the fact I want to be with them.” She backed away from him. “I doubt you can say the same, can you?”

  “Sugar, please…” Paulie held his hand in entreaty, his face a mask of pain.

  “No, I don’t want to hear it. You’ve ruined what was supposed to be a wonderful new experience for me. I doubt I’ll ever forgive you for it.”

  When Analise walked back over to him, Liam’s heart went out to her as he saw the sheen of unshed tears in her eyes, before she eased down to her knees at his feet, showing off to her uncle and everyone around them the results of his training. He wanted to pull her up and cradle her in his arms, but a moment later Olivia pushed through the crowd.

  “What exactly is going on here?” Standing with a scowl on her face, one hand on top of her crop, her hair pulled back in a tight French braid and wearing all black, she was the epitome of a pissed-off Domme - all five and half feet of her.

  “A minor disagreement, Mistress Olivia.” Liam spoke softly. “My new submissive’s presence riled one of the other Doms. I apologize for the disruption. I’ll take both my subs and leave.”

  He lightl
y caressed the top of Analise’s hair, and gave a soft snap of his fingers signaling to Grim, it was time for them to leave.

  “Wait. I didn’t ask you to leave, Master Liam.” She stepped through the throng to his side. “Is this the sub in question?” She gestured to Analise’s bowed head.

  Liam gave a brief nod. “She is the one I spoke to you about earlier.”

  “Indeed.” Olivia moved closer to the bar, before nodding to Dominic. “Have you been here the entire time with Liam and his submissives, Dom?”

  “Yeah.” Dominic shifted a bit.

  “And has she done anything to rile the other Dom?”

  “Paul? I’d say no - if you don’t count her outburst.”

  “Outburst?” she glanced down at Analise. “I can’t have subs throwing temper tantrums in my club.” She glanced up at Liam. “This is a matter you should’ve taken care of immediately, Master Liam.”

  “Perhaps, but it stopped me from decking the ass.” At Olivia’s confused look, he continued. “She’s his niece, and he wasn’t exactly happy about the fact she was here with me and Grimwell, and was quite vocal about the fact.” He strove for patience. “He called her a “lifestyle whore”. Whether she’s his relation or not, no submissive who chooses of her own free will to be with more than one master, should be called such a vile name.”

  Understanding filled Olivia’s dark eyes. “Ah, this is a family matter then. He’s not happy his niece has chosen the same path as him.” She tapped her fingers on her chin, before leveling her gaze at Paul. “While I find your actions quite deplorable, Master Paul, I do understand the difficulties of family. So this time, I will not revoke your membership as long as you agree to steer clear of Liam and his subs while in my club. This is not the place for you to deal with this matter. Am I understood?”

  Paul nodded abruptly. “Yes.”

  “Good. Consider yourself on probation until further notice. Now I do believe Caelan is awaiting you and your submissive in his private room.”