by Cara Adams
“I will never hurt you. Any pain I give you will be very much the pleasure kind.” Hammer wrapped her hand around his arm and led her to the elevator. Cam walked on her other side and saw some of the tension leave her body as Hammer spoke. It must be hard for her to wind herself up to deal with the anger and drama and then have to unwind again.
They stopped at the registration desk. Juliana was on duty, and she smiled at Allegra as she handed Hammer the keycard for their dungeon and another one for an upstairs room.
Allegra walked into the dungeon without saying a word and undressed, waiting in the center of the room, head bowed and her hands behind her back. Her spine showed she was still a little tense. Cam worried that so much stress couldn’t be good for her, and yet she’d sliced through that young man’s lies and deceit so easily. Cam didn’t know whether she’d done the research and learned about him personally or not, but it was irrelevant. What mattered was she’d brought out the information at exactly the correct time and shown him up for the fake he truly was—and the other side’s case had disintegrated on the spot.
Cam hated it that companies thought lying was a better solution than treating their customers fairly. But life was like that. The world was full of evil and injustice. The good news was that there were plenty of wonderful, kind, and loving people as well. And he’d found Hammer, his best friend, Darcy, a wonderful, caring boss, and now Allegra. The woman he loved.
Cam watched Hammer for directions, and with a movement of his head so small it almost didn’t happen, Hammer indicated the chains hanging from the ceiling. Okay, so they were going to chain Allegra this time. Cam would need to be very careful to ensure she wasn’t chained up too tightly. Often it was good to force a sub to have to stretch out and stand on her toes to take the pressure off her shoulders. But because of her broken foot, that wouldn’t be good for Allegra. She needed to be chained so she could rest properly on both feet. But Cam knew Hammer would have many other little tricks he could employ as well. They would give her an orgasm. Nothing would deter them from that. Or, better yet, several orgasms. She deserved their best efforts.
* * * *
Allegra stood perfectly still and willed her muscles to release their tension. All day long she’d expected her opponents in court to withdraw the case. It was so obvious they were going to lose the suit. They’d treated her client appallingly, and everyone knew it. She didn’t understand why they wouldn’t simply concede. But they hadn’t, so she’d brought out her file of evidence and dared them to make her use it.
Now she wanted to relax, to let the day’s events wash over her and free her to begin afresh, but her body was still buzzing with adrenaline. She breathed in deeply though her nose and exhaled through her mouth, but all that did was fill her nostrils with the strong smell of man. All her senses were sharper than those of normal people, and she could smell the cologne, or maybe it was the aftershave Hammer wore and the spicy scent of Cam’s hair gel. He must have tried to comb his curly hair flat.
Cam led her across to where some chains hung from the ceiling. This wasn’t the same dungeon as last time. The previous one didn’t have chains hanging in it. She wondered if Hammer had specifically asked for this dungeon or whether it was just the one he was allocated. Likely the management would want most of the dungeons to be in use most of the time to optimize their business.
Cam locked her feet into a spreader bar, but her weight was comfortably balanced on both feet, and the fact that her arms were stretched high was intriguing rather than annoying. Hammer put a hood over her head.
“As each sense is removed from you, the other senses will become sharper. Without your eyes, your ears and your nose will work harder to tell you what is happening around you. But this hood removes not just your vision. It also muffles your hearing and dulls your sense of smell as well. With your hands chained, I’ve removed the sense of touch from you. Let your skin be the method of you knowing what’s about to happen,” said Hammer.
Allegra closed her eyes and sharpened her enhanced senses. She almost never needed to do that. She had an advantage over ordinary people anyway. But for now she rested in her chains and let the air brush over her naked skin, telling her where the men were standing in relation to her body. Cam was to her right, more or less level with her feet. Hammer had moved away. Likely he’d return with a cane or paddle or even the flogger. Not the whip. That would have no power over her now that she was blindfolded.
She sensed him behind her only a nanosecond before spikes pressed into her spine, running from her neck down to her ass and then back up again. Only years of training prevented her jaw from dropping open in shock. Then the spikes ran over one shoulder and down her side then up again. A hand—Cam’s—held her breast up as the pinwheel—it had to be a pinwheel—rolled under her breast and then back down her belly and onto her ass.
Great sweating armpits! I didn’t foresee that!
Hammer rolled the pinwheel up and down her body some more, but the shock was over now. It stung, but it was interesting rather than intense now. She’d worked out what it was and could deal with it.
Cam didn’t move quite as silently and unobtrusively as Hammer. He kneeled at her feet and began playing a feather up and down the backs of her legs and then over her feet. Cam was the one who’d massaged her feet at the swimming pool as well. She didn’t think he had a foot fetish, but he did seem to enjoy touching her feet. Her right foot no longer looked purple and disgusting. The scars had faded over the past twelve years. But still, her feet definitely weren’t beautiful. She must remember to ask him if he’d always been a foot man.
The sting of multiple strands of the flogger landing on her ass caught her off guard. Once again she’d forgotten to keep in mind that there were two men here, both of them intent on her. That was the most amazing feeling ever, not just one man who thought she was special, but two. And yet she still focused on the actions of one instead of remaining alert to the absence of the other. It was just as well this wasn’t in court, or she’d risk losing her cases and her clients.
Hammer was flogging her with a lot more power today. The multiple strands each landed separately on her ass, burning her skin and reminding her of why she was here in the dungeon. It was time to let the stress out of her body and to relax back into the love and care of these two amazing men.
Allegra’s ass was fiery hot, but the heat penetrated inside, warming her core and arousing her higher and higher. Soon her ass wasn’t the center of her attention anymore. That was focused on her orgasm and her need to come. Her cunt was damp with arousal. So much so that she felt her cream on the insides of her thighs. Her nipples were tight little pebbles, and her breasts felt heavy and achy with need.
The orgasm was coiled tightly in her body. If either Hammer or Cam entered her now, she’d explode immediately. Hell, if her hands hadn’t been chained up and she could have touched her clit, she’d send herself over the cliff.
And then Cam was in front of her again. “Are you hot and needy yet?” He stroked a vibrator down her sternum over her belly button and down to her cunt. But he didn’t touch her clit, unfortunately. Instead, he rolled it over the outside of her labia, not even giving her the pleasure of sliding it into her cunt. He rubbed it over her pussy lips several more times and then moved behind her. Aha, now she knew what he was going to do. Prepare her for a cock.
She was concentrating on the way he played with her ass, but she felt movement in front of her just before Hammer sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. It felt so good she knew she released more cream as he did it. And then there was the bite of a clamp as it was attached to her nipple.
Allegra was preparing herself for the second nipple clip, but instead, Hammer sucked her clit. Once again cream dripped from her cunt, and Cam rolled the vibrator in the cream on her thighs before going back to opening and stretching her ass. The clit clip was attached, and the second nipple clip was next, but it was immediately followed by the vibrator being inserted in her a
ss. Okay, not a vibrator, a butt plug. Not being able to see made it that much harder for her to guess what was being done to her. She hadn’t realized how much she normally relied on her peripheral vision to know what was happening out of her direct line of sight. That was another lesson the dungeon had taught her today.
And then she really was surprised when Hammer began flogging her again. The flogger whipped sharply over her ass and then between her legs, driving her crazy with need. Her cunt felt so empty while the clit clip and nipple clamps teased her unmercifully. Abruptly he stopped, and she knew it was because he was sure if he touched her much more she’d come.
Cam kneeled and unshackled her ankles while Hammer unchained her hands. Hammer massaged her shoulders, and Cam took the hood off her head.
“Are you ready to eat now?” asked Hammer.
“Like this?” She waved at the jewelry.
“No one will know what’s under that prim suit you’ll be wearing,” replied Hammer.
Suddenly she was ravenously hungry. Oh sure, she’d have preferred an orgasm first, but this was like being in court. She could play this game. “Okay. Let’s eat.”
* * * *
Hammer was pleased with how the scene had gone. He knew he’d surprised her a few times, but not nearly as often as he’d expected to. She had excellent responses. He’d heard somewhere that women tended to have faster reaction times than men, but this was the first time he’d thought it might be true. Allegra had truly astonished him by knowing where he and Cam were at times.
While Allegra got dressed, he tidied the dungeon up and put his jacket back on. He’d half expected to hate wearing it. From the time Hammer had been very small, his grandfather had insisted he dress “properly,” which meant long pants and long-sleeved shirts instead of T-shirts and shorts like most kids his age wore. But today, for Allegra, he hadn’t minded dressing up at all. He rather thought he could cope even with wearing a tuxedo if it was for her. Not that he was planning to take his tux out of the plastic dry cleaner’s bag it’d lived in for years any time soon.
He let Cam choose the table this time. The dungeon scene was over, and the meal was just an interlude before they went upstairs. He didn’t mind whether or not they watched the floor show tonight. It was one he’d seen several times before and always enjoyed, which is why the people were invited back on three or four occasions each year. He knew they performed at other BDSM clubs as well.
But from now on, it was all about Allegra. He could tell, even though she hid her emotions extremely well, that she was more relaxed now, although she’d glared at him when he didn’t give her the orgasm she’d wanted in the dungeon. Hammer wanted her to come when he was inside her. Well, him and Cam. Not just with a few toys. But he’d make sure it was worth the wait, and while they waited, he planned to tease her a little as well.
Cam chose a table right at the end of the mezzanine floor. It backed against the wall, but they had a good view out over the lower level of the Stage Lounge and would be able to see everything that happened on the stage if they stayed for the show.
“Are you going to order the jalapeno poppers tonight, seeing you can drink beer with them?” Cam asked Allegra.
“Are you going to order steak and fries again?” she responded.
Hammer grinned. She was so completely an attorney even when she was relaxing.
“If you order the poppers, I will, too,” said Cam.
“Now there’s an offer too good to refuse,” Hammer said, teasing them both.
The server arrived, and Allegra said, “Jalapeno and cheddar croquettes for three please. I’ll have the light beer with them.”
Hammer looked over at Cam, who nodded, and then he said, “Three light beers.”
The server left, and Allegra looked at Cam. “How long have you been attracted to women’s feet?” she asked.
Dammit if that wasn’t another lawyer question, although he was interested to hear what Cam replied.
Cam picked up her hand and stroked her pinky finger. “Don’t you think that toes are rather like mini-cocks? They like being stroked, and petted, and kissed.” After he said each word, he did the action. Hammer watched Allegra carefully, and her face remained blank, but her lips moved just the tiniest bit when Cam sucked her finger into his mouth.
Hammer slid his hand into his jacket pocket and pressed the remote for the butt plug in her ass. He gave it a long burst, and this time her eyebrows raised, although her facial expression itself didn’t change.
“Nicely played, Hammer. I wasn’t expecting that.”
He smiled.
Once their poppers and beer had been served, Hammer asked, “What can you tell us about today’s court case? I felt as though I’d walked onto the set of Judge Judy halfway through a show.”
“Except that Sheindlin believes in tough adjudicating,” said Allegra.
“Whereas Judge Laughlin is a pushover for innocent-looking young men,” repeated Hammer from what he and Cam had overheard on the staircase leading to the public gallery.
“Whatever gives you that idea?” Allegra’s eyes were as wide and innocent as Bridges’s had been in court.
“That clerk, assistant, attorney whoever he was who fetched the young man and brought him into court said it.”
“Which is why, despite multiple examples of fraud and illicit activities, he’s still out in the world to bat his eyelashes at some other innocent victim when he thinks he can get away with making money from them. At least that utility company will be keeping an eye on him from now on. The court costs to get themselves off the hook today will set them back a considerable sum.”
“But what I don’t understand is, what was in it for them?” Hammer asked.
Allegra flicked a casual glance around them, but they were sitting at the rear table against the back wall, with the balcony in front of them and an aisle to the other side between them and the nearest table.
“The utility market is becoming a tougher one lately with more operators. Sales staff are paid according to the number of people who they sign up, but some people aren’t wonderful at managing a budget, and others are forgetful about paying bills, so the companies are also very quick to disconnect bad payers, despite being supposed to offer timed payments and other solutions before canceling services.”
“But you said your client paid on time by direct debit.” Hammer didn’t take his gaze off his wonderful woman. She spoke softly but clearly. However, he doubted anyone would hear her over the background noise of many people eating and talking, plus the band playing dance music downstairs.
“All her payments are by direct debit, and her account was debited on the correct date. I expect someone made a genuine mistake disconnecting her and decided to cover it up, thinking that as a poorer person, she’d have no influence. What they forgot is that every Bailey and Bond staff member works pro bono for four hours a week, and I chose her case as she’d clearly been maltreated.”
Cam shook his head. “Wouldn’t it have been a hell of a lot smarter just to admit they’d made a mistake and reconnect her for nothing?” asked Cam.
“Yes, it would have been, but not everyone is smart. If these people had been smart, they’d have settled before the case got to court. There was no way they could win. Some people just hate to admit they’ve made an error.”
But Hammer thought it was more than that. He thought the attorney genuinely believed they’d get off with a soft judge and having “lost” a couple of vital documents.
Just then the band stopped playing and left the stage, and then the lights went down. He moved his chair so he could watch Allegra, even though he knew she’d be unlikely to display her true feelings. However, he knew she was relaxed now, and he thought the more he watched her, the more he’d understand her little giveaway signs. As a Dom, knowing her tells was very important to him.
The room hushed, and Hammer could almost feel the excitement. Everyone was waiting for the show to begin. The thud of bare feet stomping on
the polished wooden floor announced their entry. From the four corners of the room very large muscular men stomped toward the stage. Each man was wearing a black loincloth and had his right arm up at shoulder height and his hand clasped into a fist against his chest. Many of the men were tattooed, and all had short, dark hair.
The four groups met up at the stage and formed into lines, never ceasing their rhythmic stomping. The leader yelled out a blood-curdling war cry, and the haka began. Hammer had no idea what they were saying, but he could readily believe it would frighten the shit out of any opponents on the battlefield. Now, formalized into a stage show, it was still exceptionally warrior-like but also erotic. Not that the group did anything overtly sexy. This was no twerking or wrecking ball scene, but the play of oil on muscular arms and thighs, the rhythmic, never-ending stomping, the harsh cries, the slapping of hands on rock-hard thighs and arms and chests all spoke of a man’s lust for life.
Partway through the show, Hammer watched as Allegra picked up a fork in her left hand and rolled it over and under the fingers of that hand while her gaze remained fixed on the stage. Now that’s a tell. I’ve got you now.
When the men left to loud applause, and the lights came back up again, Allegra said, “Are they all New Zealanders? Or just a dance troupe who does the haka as an act?”
He wasn’t at all surprised that she’d known what she was watching, but he didn’t have a definitive answer. “I’m pretty sure the leader is a Maori. I don’t know about the others. Maybe they are performers or maybe they are former New Zealanders who like to earn a little pocket money this way.”
“I’ve seen them do it before, but although the words and actions don’t change, the way they present it does, and it’s always excellent. The emotion shines though the dance,” said Cam.
Allegra took her cell phone out of her purse and scrolled down through several screens. “Ah, this will be why the actions don’t change. The words the leader calls out tell the dancers what to do. ‘Bend the knees,’ ‘Stomp the feet as hard as you can,’ and so on. But then later there’s the drive to achieve. ‘Up the ladder. Up to the top. The sun shines. Rise.’ It’s good poetry and very visual as well as emotional. No wonder so many women watch rugby.”