Sanctuary in Submission [Sanctuary, Montana 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Lara Valentine

  Tonight she would just…be.

  She felt their hands trail lightly over her breasts and down her ribs, and a shiver ran up her spine, sending arousal through her body. Her nipples were already hard and pointed in anticipation of the clamps. Her pussy was dripping honey down her thighs at the passionate expressions they both wore. They never left her in any doubt how much they wanted her. They wanted her as much as she wanted them.

  Noah pinched her nipples, giving her a small bite of pain. “You look ready for us, honey. You look like a woman who knows what she wants.”

  She nodded, unsure if she had permission to speak. They hadn’t yet outlined what the rules would be for tonight.

  Riley’s fingers delved into her cunt, feeling how wet and ready she was. It felt so good she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. He brushed her clit a few times then pulled his hand away, showing Noah the shiny evidence of her arousal.

  “Fuck, she’s already drenched.” Riley began to lick her honey off of his fingers slowly. “Damn, she tastes so sweet.”

  Her eyelids were getting heavy, and she had to force them to stay open. She didn’t want to miss a minute of looking at these handsome, sexy men. The rest of the world faded away to only the three of them. The driving beat of the music became her heartbeat, the scent of arousal became their distinctive manly smell.

  Riley came close to her ear. “You do not have permission to speak. You will stay as quiet as possible throughout the scene unless you need to use your safe word. You do not have permission to come. What is your safe word?”

  She licked her dry lips. “Limit.”

  “Good girl. What do you say if you need us to slow down or take a breath?”

  “Mercy.”

  “Excellent.” He stepped away and stood next to Noah, both of them regarding her with stern expressions.

  “Tonight, you will be punished for your bad behavior. Planning to play with another Dom when you belong to us is a serious offense. Noah, how should we punish our naughty sub?”

  Noah looked like he was considering his options, but she knew from experience he had already decided. Indecisive was not a word to describe Noah McLean.

  “Orgasm torture seems fitting. I think she needs a reminder as to who is in charge. Spanking her would simply be a reward.”

  Staying quiet and orgasm torture were two things that didn’t go together very well. It was going to be difficult, if not impossible, not to make any noise. She would surely earn another punishment, which was probably part of their plan.

  “Permission to speak, Master Noah?”

  Noah nodded. “Briefly, sub.”

  “I’m not sure I can stay silent during orgasm torture. May I respectfully request a gag, Master Noah?”

  Riley shook his head. “Request noted and declined. This is punishment. It’s not about your comfort or pleasure. Any more questions or requests?”

  “Just one. May I apologize for my behavior, Master Riley? I’m very sorry.”

  She flexed her hands and feet in the restraints. The next few minutes were going to be paradise and hell all rolled into one.

  Riley was already pulling things from his leather toy bag. “I’m sure you are sorry. Thank you for apologizing. The punishment still stands, however. You need this lesson badly, sub.”

  Noah placed his hand beside her head and leaned in, capturing her lips with his. He was a sublime kisser, his lips and tongue playing with hers until she was dizzy and breathless. He held his hand out to Riley and came back with a small red bottle that made her catch her breath. It contained the cinnamon liquid Noah mixed himself. It had enough fire to make her squirm, but not enough to cause any actual harm.

  Noah held it up. “A lesson in humility is a good start. This should get your honey dripping all the way to your knees.”

  He poured a few drops on his fingers and painted her nipples before reaching between her legs and grazing her clit. He stepped back to stand next to Riley, capping the bottle and tossing it back into the bag. They watched quietly, and Aubrey tried to even her breathing as she anticipated what was coming.

  It built gradually, starting as a warmth, becoming like fire on her tender portions. She tried to stay quiet as she twisted in her bonds while they quietly watched. They were so close she could feel their breath. They were watching her for signs of real distress. The flames of pleasure and pain licked across her skin and straight to her pussy. She loved the burn, the feeling of helplessness, and gave herself up to it.

  The heat left as it had arrived, gradually dulling and letting go of its grip on her senses. She closed her eyes and relaxed against the soft leather at her back, enjoying a brief respite from sensation. It wouldn’t last long, she was sure.

  Riley was close, his warm breath fanning her cheek. “Are you okay, honey? Say something.”

  She refused to open her eyes, not wanting to let the feelings go. “More, Master Riley?”

  He chuckled and tapped her chin with his finger. “Not this time. We have so much more to do to you tonight.”

  Her eyes flew open when the jaws of the nipple clamps snapped shut on the already sensitive peaks. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as the waves of pleasure washed through her. Riley was standing there with the flogger in his hand.

  “Let’s take you a little bit higher now. No coming, sub.”

  The flogger’s first contact was teasing, almost tentative, brushing her skin here and there, making her want so much more. Her men were masters at making her beg, and tonight was no exception. They’d only just begun, and she was ready to plead for mercy.

  The first firm strike landed across her thighs, tearing a groan from her lips. Noah smiled. “You’ll be punished for that. Keep silent unless you’re using your safe word. Do you need to use your safe word, Aubrey?”

  She shook her head, letting her mind float and fly. The flogger kept up a steady rhythm, each thud sending spirals of arousal curling in her belly. There was no real pain, it almost felt like being massaged and she was bereft when it ceased. Noah was standing in front of her with the new vibrator and Riley was squeezing lube from a tube on it.

  “She’s so wet she doesn’t really need this lube, but hurting her is not part of the punishment so I don’t want to take any chances. This vibrator is going to be inside her for awhile.”

  Noah put a stool right in front of her and settled his large frame on it, reaching forward and pressing the vibrator into her waiting pussy. Between the lube and her honey, it slid in easily, the rabbit ears pressing against her clit. Noah switched it on and it came to life, making her moan and pull at the restraints. Riley was right next to her, holding her.

  “That’s another punishment you have coming. You do have permission to come, and you do have permission to make noise now. Come as often as you need to. Don’t hold back. I’m going to be right here, holding you during your punishment.”

  She was already so aroused her first orgasm came fast, hitting her hard. It receded, but the vibrations in her pussy and clit didn’t stop, only lowered slightly. She wondered how many they were going to force her to have. It didn’t seem nearly long enough when the vibrations sped up again and she was climbing toward another release. Her second orgasm was as strong as the first and still pleasurable. She was moaning and panting now, the noise ban lifted, and she gasped as the vibrator was briefly pulled away then pressed against her sensitive clit again. She shook her head from side to side, drawing strength from Riley holding her close. The pleasure was still there, but it had a hard edge now as the rabbit ears buzzed away at her swollen nub.

  “Don’t fight it, Aubrey. Let it happen.” Riley’s soft but commanding tone echoed in her brain, and the third orgasm tore through her body, shaking her. The vibrations sped up, and she tried to twist away but was bound too well.

  “Please, oh, please. I can’t come again.” Her voice sounded shaky and small in the large room.

  The vibrations slowed down, and she was able to catch her breath. “Do you
need to use your safe word, love?” Noah asked.

  “How—how many more?” She pushed the words through gritted teeth.

  “One,” Riley answered. “One more and your punishment will be done. Do you want to use your safe word, honey?”

  She shook her head. She wanted to please them, submit to them. She could take one more. She’d already had three, one more wouldn’t be that difficult.

  “No safe word. Hold me please, Master Riley.”

  He held her even closer, no small feat considering she was bound to a cross. The vibrations sped up again, and it seemed to take forever to climb the mountain. When she was getting close, Riley removed the clamps from her nipples and Noah kicked the vibrator into a higher gear. The final orgasm ripped through her hard and fast, taking her breath away and making her sag from her restraints.

  Riley immediately disconnected her cuffs from the cross, wrapped a blanket around her, and carried her to a small couch nearby. She let herself be petted and praised while she rested in the warmth of his arms. Noah joined them a few minutes later and lifted a bottle of water to her lips, then a bite of chocolate. The sweetness revived her, and she sighed in happiness. She’d been so miserable the last few days. At the moment, it felt like nothing in the world could hurt her.

  She nibbled on the chocolate and sipped at the water, while her men fussed over her, making sure she was warm enough and comfortable. She finally giggled as they started arguing with each other over whether she should eat something other than chocolate.

  “Stop it, both of you. I’m fine.”

  Noah scowled. “You should eat something. I can go get you a plate from the buffet.” Aaron kept a buffet of finger food in the bar area for snacking and socializing.

  Riley scowled right back at him. “She shouldn’t eat while playing. If we’re done playing, then let’s get her a plate of food. If not, then we should make sure she’s hydrated.”

  She rolled her eyes. “I’m hydrated, and no, we’re not done playing. Aren’t I going to be punished for making noise?”

  Two heads swiveled toward her, and she almost burst into laughter. They looked shocked she was talking, which certainly couldn’t be the case because she rarely shut up.

  Riley gave her a smile. “More punishment? You didn’t get enough, huh?”

  She went to her knees, letting the blanket fall to the floor, her entire body on display for them. “I guess it would depend on what kind of punishment you had in mind. I don’t think I could take more torture.”

  Noah trailed his fingers through her hair. “No more torture. We can think of much more pleasurable punishments.”

  Riley leaned down to scoop her up in his arms, but she held out her hand. “First things first. We need to talk. Settle things. Then playtime.”

  Both men sighed and sat on the couch, Noah pulling her up to sit between them. She loved being sandwiched between their hot, hard muscles and had to force herself to concentrate on serious matters rather than assaulting their hunky bodies.

  Riley broke the silence. “I’m sorry about how I’ve treated you in the past. I haven’t been respectful, and I haven’t been a good boyfriend. I intend to rectify that immediately. I’ll do what I say I will. I’ll show up on time and put you first before my buddies.”

  “Same here,” Noah agreed. “We’re long overdue for maturity. I’m sorry you’ve been caught in our version of a fraternity party. It won’t happen again.”

  She could see the sincerity in their eyes, but she needed to make her feelings clear. “No showing up hours late for a date. No canceling dates at the last minute because one of your buddies called with a better offer. No more ‘bros before hoes.’” The men winced at her words but easily agreed. “Oh, and no more fighting with the Baldwins. I’m sick of it. We can’t even eat out without you starting shit in a restaurant, even if it’s only bitching about them.”

  They wanted to rebel, she could clearly see it. Their jaws tightened, and their shoulders went stiff. She didn’t give a shit. She was thoroughly sick of the crap between the two families.

  “I mean it. This feud needs to come to a stop. Our generation can do it, but you have to want to. What do you get from all this anyway? Nothing but anger and frustration, that’s what. Your anger and my frustration. I know the Baldwins, and they’re good people. So what if your families were on opposite sides of the Civil War? That was over a hundred years ago if you haven’t noticed.”

  “It’s more than that,” Noah argued. “They’ve pulled all sorts of crap, not the least of which is the cabin.” A cabin sat on the dividing line separating the two family’s ranches. They’d been wrangling over it, in and out of court for years.

  “It’s just an old cabin. Get over it.”

  Riley’s lips were pressed together. “It’s our heritage, our history. It belongs to us.”

  “You’ve spent more money fighting over an old, moldy cabin than the thing is worth. You could have built an entirely new one by now. A couple of new ones.”

  “It’s not just the cabin. How about the cattle that disappeared a few years ago? We know it was the Baldwins.” Noah crossed his arms over his chest, ready to do battle.

  She shook her head. “You don’t know. You only think they did it. Let it go. Even if you can’t let it go privately, let it go to the outside world. No more altercations with the Baldwins, verbal or physical. Promise me.”

  “Promise,” Noah agreed, “although we haven’t punched a Baldwin in years. Not since the cattle disappeared.”

  “Promise,” Riley echoed, “but this should tell you how much we love you. We’re willing to let those lying, thieving bastards get away with stealing from our family.”

  Aubrey sighed. “I guess that backhanded promise is going to be the best you can do. I’m holding you to it. If one more thing happens, if you act any way but as devoted men, that’s it. I’m done. There will be no twelfth or thirteenth chances. I mean it, guys. We’ll be done. I really hope tonight was a turning point for us, because if it’s not, it will be a brief reunion.”

  Riley and Noah nodded solemnly. She seemed to be getting through to them. She stood up and grabbed their hands to pull them to their feet. “Now, let’s go play. I need my ass spanked pretty bad.”

  * * * *

  Relief washed through Riley’s entire body. Even though Aubrey had allowed them to play earlier, he knew he had a whole hell of a lot of shit hanging over his head. He’d been an asshole, and he was damn grateful to be given another chance. When she’d told them it was over, he’d felt the world caving in on him. It hadn’t been like the other times she’d been upset and mad.

  This time had been different.

  She’d been more hurt and sad than angry. She hadn’t yelled and pitched a fit. She’d been pale, her eyes shimmering with tears, her chin wobbly as she told them she’d finally had enough. She’d gone to her front door and held it open, telling them to leave and not come back. One look at her face and Riley had known he had fucked up good. He’d wanted to go to his knees and beg forgiveness, but nothing in her demeanor spoke of merciful feelings. He’d left, hopeful a new day would bring them a new beginning.

  Flowers and candy had been ignored, along with phone and text messages. He and Noah had been pretty desperate by the time they’d shown up at the club tonight. He loved this woman more than anything. He hadn’t shown her, and in fact, she’d doubted his feelings for her. He was going to make sure she never had a moment of doubt ever again. She was the most important thing in the world.

  He led her to the spanking bench with a wicked grin. “You know the drill, baby. Drape your pretty ass over it. You’re getting the crop as punishment for making noise.”

  She giggled and his heart flipped. He was determined to make her happy from now on. No more tears.

  She leaned over the bench, and he attached her ankle and wrist cuffs to the frame, her bottom in perfect position for punishment and then fucking. He ran his hand up and down her back, loving the feel of her s
oft skin under his palm. His hand moved to her ass cheeks, rubbing the skin until it was pink. He didn’t like punishing a bottom that wasn’t warm and ready for it. His fingers traveled deeper into her wet slit, sliding a digit into her tight cunt. Her muscles squeezed him, and his cock pressed against his fly insistently, wanting to be free.

  Orgasm torture for her was torture for them as well. They’d been trapped hard and horny, while they brought her to orgasm after orgasm. He couldn’t wait much longer. This punishment was going to be swift and to the point. He wanted to be inside her as quickly as possible.

  Noah handed him the crop from the toy bag, and he tested it on his leg, making Aubrey jump from the sound. He motioned for Noah to give him some space. He had a bottom to turn bright red.

  * * * *

  “Why are you being punished, sub?” Noah asked.

  She wriggled on the spanking bench, anxious to feel the crop on her bottom.

  “Because I disobeyed you. I made noise when I was told not to.”

  “You made noise twice when you weren’t supposed to. I think five should make the point. Riley?”

  Riley patted her bottom with the crop. “Agreed. Five sounds like a good solid number. What’s your safe word, Aubrey?”

  “Limit, Master Riley.”

  “Good girl. Let’s get your punishment done so we can get to the fun.”

  Aubrey knew she was going to enjoy this punishment. Her cunt clenched wanting to be filled, and her bottom was tingling in pleasurable anticipation. She loved a good, firm cropping of her ass. She shook her bottom at him, trying to entice him. Instead, he took his time, walking around her, swishing the crop, and making her wait for it. It amped up her arousal, her body humming with desire.