by Avery Gale
Layla noticed that they had walked by one door that appeared heavier than the rest and since the men hadn’t made any effort to explain what the room held she hadn’t felt comfortable enough to ask. Ilaina had said her goodbyes late in the afternoon citing fatigue and the fact that her body was still adjusting to the time change. As soon as the men had known their sister was safely upstairs Layla noticed a distinct change in the energy of the room.
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All Collin could think about as Layla had hugged him after they’d shown her the beach room was stripping her and sinking as deep inside her as he could get. He’d had to endure a hard-on from hell most of the day and he knew full well the only cure was going to be a naked sub with a couple of nice pink ass cheeks and his cock pushed into her ass. Shaking off his dark thoughts he turned to his younger brother. “Clay, we’re going to play with our sub. If you want to play you are welcome to stay, but if you’re going to squeak about what happens, head on upstairs.” Collin saw Layla flush with arousal and he could smell her honeyed pussy from where he was standing. When Clay stood exactly where he was and merely crossed his arms over his chest, Collin nodded then turned to Layla. “Come to me, sweetness.”
He could tell that her feet had started moving before her mind had even processed his words and when she stood in front of him he looked down and smiled. “Such a good girl. Now I want you to turn around and bend over that bar stool that you have marked with your sweet arousal. Bend over and spread your legs.” When she was in position he pulled up the tail of the shirt she was wearing up exposing her bare ass. He had to take a deep breath to stem his desire to paddle her just because he wanted to so badly. He ran his fingers through her wet folds making her even wetter and causing her to start moving—he was deliberately avoiding the one spot he knew would set her off but her body was craving the touch so much he wasn’t even sure her conscious mind was aware of how she was arching into his touch.
When Collin looked up, Clay was standing to the side with a look of complete awe. “We are going to begin as we intend to go, sweetness. That means we will be playing with you in ways you have yet to even imagine, but there are rules as well. There will be times when we just want to look or touch you for no other purpose than it is what we desire. And you’ll allow that because you’ll know how much it pleases us.” He was running his hands over the smooth globes of her ass, his touch was little more than a feather light caress, and he knew she was starting to lose her concentration and that was exactly what he wanted. The goose bumps that spread over her skin told him she was ready for more. “None of us are big fans of panties, you know? They are a nuisance if you ask me so we don’t want you to wear them when you’re in this house.”
Collin knew he was forcing Layla to split her concentration between trying to process the sensations of pleasure that were flooding her and her mind’s attempt to process the words that he was speaking, and that was on purpose and by design. “The door down the hall that you wondered about but were too polite to ask about earlier? Panties are never allowed in that room—as a matter of fact you will not be permitted to wear anything we haven’t specifically asked you to wear when you are in there.” He laughed at her startled gasp. “Oh, my sweet, you are so very easy to read. You’re an open book and it’s a part of your charm. It calls to the Dom in both Cash and I in ways we’d love to spend the rest of our lives showing you.”
Collin glanced up at Clay and smiled. “And Clay is a Dom, too—he just hasn’t realized it yet. Oh, he may gain your submission through charm and subtle manipulation, but never doubt he gains your compliance even when you don’t realize it is happening.” Collin watched as Clay’s lips twitched and Layla’s eyes went wide. He applied a bit more pressure with his touch and was pleased to see her react immediately. “Now, we’d like to know what exactly you had in mind when you thought about applying to The ShadowDance Club.”
“What? How?” He knew he’d shocked her and keeping her off balance was all part of their plan. When she tried to stand up, Cash placed his hand between her shoulder blades and held her in place. Collin knew she hadn’t even realized Cash had moved to stand alongside her.
Collin watched as Cash leaned down and brushed her hair aside and then bit lightly on the nape of her neck. Her groaned response went straight to Collin’s already throbbing cock. Cash spoke quietly, but he’d also made sure there was enough steel in his voice Layla wouldn’t misunderstand his intent. “Don’t ever think that you can keep a secret, love. We won’t allow it, and every Dom in our group of friends will work with us to keep you safe.”
Collin saw that she was confused by Cash’s reference to her safety by the look on her face. She hadn’t yet noticed the mirrors in the room and that oversight was working to their advantage. They could see her expressions without her realizing she was being watched so closely, and that visual information was valuable indeed. “Your safety involves everything from the deplorable vehicle you are driving to the small apartment you looked at in town last week.” She gasped and Collin watched her stiffen in defiance. “You shouldn’t be surprised that we know about that and I assure you the Lamonts are none too pleased to know you would prefer living in squalor with a damned propane wall unit that was built when Truman was President rather than continue to enjoy their hospitality. But it was your decision to expose yourself to potential risks as an uncollared sub in a BDSM club and the fact that you risked your safety last night by pushing your sweet ass back on my cock before I felt you were properly prepared that will be the main points we’ll focus our attention on right now.” When he saw her expression harden, he pulled his hand from her and gave her a resounding swat. It hadn’t been extremely hard, but it would have certainly gotten her attention. “Be careful with your body language, sweetheart. We’ll read you like a book and act accordingly.”
Collin watched her breathing hitch and when he glanced at Clay, he saw his brother’s eyes were wide with desire. Oh yeah, little brother, you’re starting to understand the appeal aren’t you? Returning his attention to the woman bent over in front of him he went on, “Have you done any reading about Dominant and submissive relationships, sweetness?” She nodded her head and for now that would be enough. “And have you spoken with Victoria or Katarina about their experiences?” He wasn’t surprised she was hesitant to answer. Until she was truly a part of the lifestyle she wouldn’t realize that answering questions such as the ones he planned to ask would not be considered a breach of trust or confidentiality by her friends.
Cash spoke then, “Love, you are not betraying your friends by answering our questions and you’ll learn that as we go along. But for now you will just have to trust that I will never lie to you. And the bottom line question is—you are aware that you are a submissive, correct?” She nodded once but Collin was sure the motion had been so automatic it had occurred without her mind ever processing the question. Looking up at Cash, Collin just smiled. Even though they hadn’t shared a woman or played together in years, they were obviously still very much in synch.
Cash leaned down and ran his tongue from the base of her neck to the sensitive spot just above her ass. Layla arched her back into the touch and moaned out loud. When Cash kissed both of the spots above her ass that were now much too pronounced since she’d lost weight, he said, “Do you have any idea how much we want you? How much we adore you? How very perfect you are for each of us? Your submission is a gift given from the heart and soul of a strong woman and we’ll treasure it and treat it with the love and care it deserves. Hold those words in your heart, my love.”
Collin stepped closer and pressed his erection against her bare ass. “You’ll get to go to The Club when we decide you are ready and not before, sweetness. Right now it would not be in your best interest for several reasons. But the biggest reason is that you don’t know all the rules and that could easily get you into a situation we wouldn’t be able to do much to help you with. And quite frankly the idea of another man having the opportunity to pun
ish you is enough to give me nightmares.” He stepped back again and started gently squeezing her ass cheeks. “This body belongs to the three of us, pet. No one else touches it without our express permission and just so you know, we only share with each other. We’re going to show you what’s behind that door.” He ran his fingers through her pussy lips and was pleased to find she was soaking wet. Now, he only hoped she stayed that way after she got a look at their play room.
Chapter 12
Clay had never been so turned on in his life. He was starting to understand why his fathers, brothers, and friends raved about the benefits of a Ds lifestyle. Not that any of them were interested in a 24/7 arrangement, but it was easy to see how Layla responded and that alone was enough to sell him on the idea. Before they left the beach room he pulled her against his chest. “Baby, you are so fucking amazing. Your body responds in ways that we could have only ever dreamed of finding in a woman. Before we leave this room I just want to make sure you know how very proud I am of you.” When he released her and looked down into her face he saw her eyes awash with unshed tears that made their emerald green depths dance with sparkles of light.
“That is probably the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.” He watched as she took several deep breaths to regain her composure. And he wondered to himself how difficult her life must have been for those simple words to have made such an impact. “I honestly don’t remember the last time anyone told me they were proud of me before you and your brothers. And I know they are simple words for you because you grew up with a family who understood their importance, but my family didn’t see…well, let’s just say they didn’t see that I had much value as anything but a distraction.” He thought his heart would break in two at her words and it took him a few seconds to get his focus back. And when she leaned forward and put her forehead against his chest and said, “Thank you,” he couldn’t help but pick her up and pull her tight against him again. This time she wrapped her legs around his waist and the heat of her bare sex sent blood rushing south in a big way.
When they reached the play room’s locked door, he said, “Down you go, baby. We need you to pay very close attention to the rules.” He turned her toward Cash and then stepped to the side just a bit. He listened as Cash told her she would not be permitted to wear anything inside the play room unless one of them had given it to her for that purpose. Her eyes went open when she realized she would be naked but they would not—well, at least not in the beginning. Collin had gone on into the play room to get things ready and Layla stood in front of him and Cash. “Tonight we aren’t going to use any strict protocol, so you are welcome to ask us anything as long as you are respectful. If you get snarky, love, you will be punished. But we will insist that you have a safe word. Do you know what that is?”
Clay watched as she slowly nodded her head and Cash pulled her hand up to his mouth and turned it so that he could kiss her palm. “Love, anytime we are in a scene or even preparing for a scene, you will be required to give your answers with words. We don’t want there to be any questions or mistakes in our communication, do you understand? And so you know, during scenes, your answers will be given with titles, for example ‘Yes, Sir’ or ‘Yes, Master’ once you are more comfortable with that title. And yes, my love, I saw your reaction to the title. Have you heard the way Tori addresses Trace on occasion?” He laughed out loud at her wide-eyed look. “Yes, I see that it just clicked into place for you didn’t it? Damn, you are so amazing and your genuine reactions bring me more joy than I can even begin to tell you.”
Clay ran his hands over her shoulders and squeezed just to let her know he was still right behind her and was rewarded with a soft moan of pleasure. Cash continued speaking, “Love, a safe word?”
“Yes, Ca…I mean, yes, Sir. I know what a safe word is. Well, when I moved here and found out about The Club, I started doing some reading online in my spare time. And I’d like to use the stoplight system that The ShadowDance Club uses if that’s okay, because that way…well, when you all take me there, I’ll feel like I fit in better.”
Cash smiled and nodded. “Good enough. Now, strip, love.” Clay watched as Cash stepped back a step so that the two of them were parallel. In that moment, Clay realized they were both standing with their arms crossed over their chest and their legs shoulder width apart. Oh yeah, a definite sign there, cripes, I’m more like my big brothers than I realized. And Christ, I can smell her arousal and it’s going to make me blow like a fucking teenager if we don’t get her inside so we can fuck her—Now!
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When Cash had told her to strip she’d actually seen little black dots in her vision and she’d worried she was going to pass out for a few seconds. Even though he didn’t move back to touch her he had noticed and had simply said, “Layla, take a breath, right now.” And she’d gulped in a huge breath of air. Shit, she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding her breath. Why she was worried about stripping when she didn’t have sickem-squat on anyway defied logic, so she might as well just suck it up. After all, she had been planning to apply to The Club because the more Tori and Kat had talked, the more interested she’d become. And everything she’d read had told her that her friends had been right, she was a sub to the bone. Oh sure, she was a wiseass and braver than she was smart sometimes, but there wasn’t anything in the entire world she wanted more than to please the people she cared about. Hell, that was why it had been so devastating when she’d had to testify against her Uncle Nick. And then when her entire family had turned on her, it had nearly broken her.
“Layla, I don’t know where you have gone, but I don’t like seeing that sadness in your eyes. Come back to me, love.” She refocused on his face and realized she’d totally spaced out. She quickly blinked back the tears that had filled her eyes and then made a sincere effort to smile up at his compassion-filled expression. She muttered a quick apology and then quickly stripped off the shirt and her bikini top. Folding them quickly she handed them to Cash.
“Such a good girl. We’ll be discussing where you went later, love. I want to know about that sadness. Whoever is responsible for that is going to be answering to the three of us.” She could tell he was dead serious and her heart swelled with love for the three men who seemed to want her, dents and all. She couldn’t think about forever because she knew she’d have to disappear once her uncle was released, but she could certainly enjoy her time with them now.
Walking through the door into what both Cash and Collin had referred to as their play room was a lot more like stepping back into a Middle Ages torture chamber if you asked her. Holy fucking fantasy-land, I think I have made a really big mistake here. This is way over my head. And what is that table for? I don’t want a doctor to come in here. I hate those exams, they are too….oh, God, I’m not ready for this….I have to get out of here…oh shit….oh—
Cash must have noticed her panic because he’d given her a sharp swat to her bare ass. When she was finally able to focus her attention on him he was shaking his head. “Love, you were speaking each of those thoughts out loud, did you know that?” He laughed and didn’t even wait for her to answer. “No, I can see by your expression you did not realize you were. So, let’s address things shall we? We call it a play room because we ‘play’ with you in here. And before you ask—No, no other woman has ever been in this room. This room was merely a dream until we met you. It is not a torture chamber—well, not unless you’re naughty and then—maybe.”
She had started looking around again and could feel her breathing starting to get rapid and those fucking black dots were back. Damn, I hate those fucking dots. And I’m cold and the top of my head feels all tingly. And what if I hate this and they kick me to the curb and I have to see them with someone else? Shit, the dots are getting bigger.
Layla felt like someone had set her ass on fire and just as that thought went through her mind she realized Collin was standing in front of her with his hands on her shoulders and he’d all but shouted something,
but she couldn’t hear over the roar of the blood rushing through her ears. Damn, lightning just struck her ass again. How was that possible in the basement anyway?
When Collin crushed his mouth to hers she finally felt like she’d come back to the moment. He’d pulled her against his chest and his hands were moving in soothing circles over her bare back and for some odd reason those circles were the most soothing feeling in the world at this moment. His kiss was more of a claiming than anything and she suddenly realized he was using it to distract her from her panic and she wanted to show him how grateful she was so she pressed herself into his chest.
She was determined to keep her head above water when he finally pulled back and brushed his thumbs over her cheeks. “Better?”
When she just nodded, he raised a brow and just waited. “Yes, sir. Thank you…for, well…for bringing me back…I really hate those dots.”
She wasn’t sure what she’d expected, but his bark of laughter certainly wouldn’t have made her list of “possibles” that’s for sure. She stiffened her spine and met his gaze hoping he’d understand that she was ready to try again. He had obviously understood because he stepped back and smiled at her. “You are so brave and I’m proud of you for pulling yourself back for us. And for the record, we don’t want you to see those dots either. Not even when we’re playing. If you see those, we’ll expect you to use your safe word. Now, I heard you tell your other two Masters that you’ll be using the stoplight safe words. That’s a great choice because I think you’ll more likely use yellow than you would have a full-fledged safe word.”