Submission 101 [Club Libertine 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Diane Leyne

  But that whole plan, fantasy really, had to be thrown out the window. Now they were going to be her trainers. They were going to introduce her into the world of BDSM and ménage, and it was all going to begin tonight if they could get past one last hurdle. Abby had run from the club when she’d seen them Wednesday and had been avoiding them ever since. She’d gotten lucky that there was no normal Friday morning session scheduled because of the departmental meeting, but both Pat and Dex had gone over to the library, without telling the other, on some pretext to see her, and she’d avoided both of them. They laughed about it after over a beer as they sat beside the phone waiting to hear from Jake and pretending that it wouldn’t be the end of the world if some other Doms got to train Abby.

  When it finally rang, neither of them wanted to pick it up in case it was bad news. Finally, just before it went to voice mail, Dex had hit the speaker button so they could both hear what Jake had to say.

  “Damn, I am never doing this again. I can’t wait until Duncan gets back. I fucking hate screening Doms.”

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah. It sucks. But you’ve done it and put us out of our misery. Are you going to recommend us to Abby?”

  “You know I had to interview her yesterday. She turned bright red when I went over her questionnaire with her, but she answered everything. I like her.”

  “Yes, but you have Lindy. Abby’s ours.”

  “Simmer down, Dex. I like Abby, but I love Lindy.”

  “Yeah, and Lindy would cut off your dick if you ever looked at another sub.” Pat’s voice held an undercurrent of envy that Dex could relate to. The thought of Abby being so passionate about him and Pat was something he wouldn’t even let himself dream about.

  “There’s that, too,” Jake admitted, his voice tinged with amusement. “But as I dislike discussing my dick with other Doms, I think we should get back to business. Surprisingly, your kinks match up quite nicely. Not one hundred percent, but I’d be suspicious if they did. And fellas, I did go back and look up your original application for membership to make sure that you weren’t writing what you thought Abby would want based on her books. Naturally there’s been some evolution in your desires over time, but only to a degree to be expected. You should see some of the applications. I think they just quoted huge sections from her novels.

  “You two actually seemed the most honest. Maybe it is because you already know her, but I was impressed.”

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Pat and I are kinky, and we already know and like her. Do we get the training job?”

  “Patience, patience. You also seemed to understand best that she’s a novice at this, regardless of the fact that she writes damned hot erotica. Some of the others seemed to think they could dive right in and act out scenes from her books.”

  There was the sound of a commotion on the other end of the phone line, and then Lindy started talking. “Guys. You were the best match on paper for her. Even though she’s a beginner, you seem to really care for her and not just want a notch on your bedposts that you bedded Angelica Adams. Some of the Doms even referred to her as Angelica rather than Abby.” Lindy’s voice was outraged.

  “Just remember that she’s Abby and she’s putting herself in a vulnerable place with you. Hurt her and I’ll cut off both your dicks.” There was some static on the line, and then the speaker on the other end kicked in and they could hear Jake talking over Lindy.

  “And I’ll hold you down so she can do it, so don’t fuck up.”

  “And that means…” Dex realized that he was holding his breath as he looked at Pat.

  “Yup. You’re in, guys. Congratulations. Be down at the club by one p.m. The book club meets from two to four…”

  “Probably five since so many people have said they are coming.”

  “… Or as late as five. You can watch on the security monitors. I don’t want her to see you until I introduce you as her trainers. When the meeting is over, I’ll meet privately with Abby before bringing you two in. She can either accept or decline the two of you as her trainers. If she accepts, then the five of us will go to dinner nearby and chat before returning to the club for your first training session. Does this work for you?”

  * * * *

  Pat couldn’t take his eyes off the security monitor. Abby was beautiful and extremely nervous. He watched her licking her lips and wanted to lick her lips, too. And then he wanted to lick his way down her body until he was positioned between those beautiful thighs, and he’d use his tongue and fingers and make her come over and over and.

  “What the hell are you doing? No jerking off in the control room.”

  Jake sounded outraged, and Pat guiltily and carefully rebuttoned his pants. He hadn’t even had a chance to get his dick out. Jake had eyes like a hawk, and Pat needed relief.

  “I’ll be right back.” Moving quickly to the men’s room, he rubbed one out in record time and returned to find Dex in his seat.

  “Move!”

  “Not a chance. You gave it up when you left. My seat now.”

  Pat looked around and spotted a second chair, which he carried over to the desk in front of the bank of monitors and nudged Dex over so they were both positioned in front of the screens. Studying the control board for a few moments, he started to make some adjustments on the cameras. He focused them all on Abby. One on her right profile. One on the left. There was one straight on that showed all of her and another that focused on her face. Finally he realigned one of the overhead cameras so it was focused on her abundant cleavage.

  Looking over at Dex, he saw nothing but approval. Looking over at Jake, he saw sympathy and understanding.

  “Fine, but put them back the way they were before you leave. I’ll call you when I want you to come to my office. You’ll stay here until then. Understand?”

  “Yes, boss,” they agreed.

  “And you will absolutely not monitor the camera in my office when I’m in there with Abby. Understand?”

  “Yes, boss,” they agreed again.

  “Good.” Jake strode out the door. Once it closed behind him, Pat turned to Dex and showed his crossed fingers. There was no way he wasn’t watching the feed from Jake’s office when the time came. He turned toward Dex to make sure he didn’t have any scruples about eavesdropping and then started laughing as Dex held up his own hand. He’d crossed his fingers, too.

  Chapter Six

  Abby sat down carefully. With her skirt so short, she automatically crossed her legs to avoid flashing the crowd. Of course, it was a BDSM club, she reminded herself, and she was wearing panties. She looked around at the assembled crowd and marveled that they were all there to see her. Most looked and dressed completely, well, normal, or at least not any sexier than she was. There were a lot of corsets and bustiers, and most of the subs wore collars of some sort. Of course, they would have to leave after the book club meeting and wouldn’t be able to come back and play until much later, so wearing street clothes was probably practical.

  She was also surprised at the number of Doms in attendance. They were spread across the back of the room and down the sidewalls on each side. A few had a sub or even two kneeling at their feet, but most were alone, having allowed their subs to take one of the seats in front of Abby.

  At first she was terrified. What the hell were they expecting? She was told the meeting was two hours long. How on earth would she fill it? She took a deep breath, but not too deep. She didn’t want to pop out of her top and began the way she and Lindy discussed. She picked up her e-reader and read an excerpt from the Domination of Emily, her first book. The crowd response was amazing. They laughed in all the right places and nodded knowingly when she read the first sex scene. They smiled kindly as well as they realized that she was turning bright red with embarrassment as she read aloud about butt plugs and tongues caressing pussies.

  Then it was question-and-answer time, and short break, and then she read from her newest book, which wasn’t out for two weeks, Sharing Candy. The audience was thrilled by the advance p
eek and asked many more questions. Their only disappointment was that she didn’t bring any paperbacks to sign. She promised to visit with the book club again when Two Doms for Mindy was out, and she’d sign copies then. Everyone seemed satisfied, and things started to break up. There were refreshments, and she mingled and chatted with those who stayed, and it was close to five when Lindy finally called a halt and ushered the last book club member out.

  Abby was both pleased and sorry to see the last fan leave. Pleased because she was tired and sorry because she now had to go to Jake’s office to sign her contract and meet the man or men who would be training her for the next month. She was terrified and anxious and positive down to her bones that she had made the right decision. She’d dreamed of this day for so long. And maybe it wouldn’t work out. Maybe she wouldn’t like the trainers. Hell, maybe being spanked was more fun to write about than to experience, but she’d had a few nights to sleep on her decision, and she knew what she wanted to do. She was going to let Jake pick her trainers, and she’d sign the contract, and she’d let herself experience everything. Maybe at the end of the month she’d walk away and go back to vanilla, but she didn’t think so.

  She looked up to see Lindy closing the door behind the last fan and beckoning Abby. It was time.

  * * * *

  “You what?” She could see the puzzlement on Jake’s face, but it was clear that Lindy got her point of view. “Tell me again why you don’t want to meet your prospective trainers and why you don’t want to specify limits.”

  “I don’t want to meet them before I sign the contract because if I do, I might chicken out. No matter how perfect they are, I’ll panic and refuse them. I want it to be a done deal when I meet them. I don’t want to have any wiggle room. It’s like in school. Sometimes you choose your professors but more often, you trust the school has hired the right people for the job. You are an expert. You know your Doms and you have my questionnaire and you have Lindy, who has known me for fifteen years. I defer to your judgement, Sir.”

  “Damn it, Abby. Lindy, talk some sense into her.”

  “Sorry, Sir. I think she’s right.”

  Abby saw them exchange looks and grinned as Jake went back to the contract.

  “You’ve only specified a few hard limits and no soft ones. May I ask why?”

  “Because I don’t know what they should be. Most of the hard limits are easy. No watersports or breath play or permanent markings and the like. But the soft limits are harder. I’ve never done this before. I know what turns me on from reading and writing about it, but experiencing it firsthand will be different. I don’t want to restrict my experience. The contract is only for a month, with two training sessions a week. At the end of that time, I’ll amend my contract requirements going forward based on what I’ve learned about myself and what I want and need.

  “I trust that the man or men you have chosen will understand and help push my boundaries so I can find out where my true limits lie. I want to be challenged and pushed out of my comfort zone, Sir, and I want them to ignore me when I tell them no just because I’m uncomfortable or embarrassed. But I also need to be able to trust them to know when they are going too far and have reached my real limits, and they need to respect my safe words. Is that asking too much?”

  She saw a flash of something in Jake’s eyes before it was replaced with amusement.

  “No it’s not, subbie. I should have known that an academic like you would have analyzed the situation and devised an approach much the way you’d handle any other project.”

  “Um, Sir. I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or not, but I’ll take it as such.”

  “It was, subbie. And I wanted to tell you that I’ve picked out two men who I think are a good match with you. Just sign here and I’ll have them join us.”

  Quickly Abby signed where Jake indicated and waited for him to pick up the phone. She was surprised when he looked up at a camera in the corner of the ceiling that she hadn’t noticed before.

  “They are watching you now, so why don’t you wave at the camera.”

  Abby had a sinking feeling in her stomach as she looked up at the camera and waved. It was suddenly very, very real. She was going to do this.

  “Gentlemen, I think it is time you came in and introduced yourselves to your new submissive. Abby, I think it would be appropriate if you were kneeling when you first meet them since you’ve declined the opportunity to meet the men before signing.”

  Swallowing hard, Abby pushed back her chair and stood up. She remembered to take off her shoes and place them to the side before she dropped to her knees facing the door. She knew the standard pose as she’d written about it often enough, but it was another thing to actually do it. She spread her knees, thankful to be wearing panties as her skirt rode up, and placed her hands palm up on her knees. Finally she lowered her gaze to the floor and waited.

  She heard the door open and had to fight the desire to look up. She knew some Doms didn’t want their subs to look them in the eye. She hoped her men weren’t like that, but until she knew one way or another, she was determined to start off on the right foot. She could see their feet as they walked past her and over to Jake’s desk. One had on jeans and motorcycle boots and the other leather pants and boots. She could only see them from the knees down, and it was frustrating, but she forced herself to have patience.

  She could hear the sound of a pen scratching on paper as one and then the other signed the contract. Obviously they’d overheard her conversation with Jake and knew the amendments she’d made. Hopefully they would have patience with her while she learned. She had no expectations of finding love from this temporary relationship, but maybe it would give her the confidence to seek it out afterward.

  She sensed movement, and soon Jake was standing in front of her and she waited for instructions.

  “Subbie. Do you accept a training collar from your two training Doms?”

  “I do, Sir.” He leaned down and buckled it around her neck. She felt all sorts of emotions roll through her body, but the predominant one was arousal. She was going to do it. She was going to submit to two men for real.

  Jake spoke again. “Look up subbie. Look up and meet your Doms.” He stepped aside, and Abby raised her gaze and gasped with shock. Looking back down at her were the last two people she’d expected to see. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Was she dreaming? For the next month, she’d be submitting to the two men she’d been in love with for months, the two men that she’d thought were out of her reach, Dex Maplethorpe and Patrick McGrath.

  Abby swallowed hard, her heart pounding and her pussy moistening. She was happy she was wearing panties or she knew the moisture would be running down her thighs now and be visible to all. It was like a scene from one of her books, but it was real, too. Almost too real. She swallowed hard when she noticed the bulges at the front of their pants. They were aroused, too, and they’d be expecting her to have sex with them. Tonight. It was something she’d agreed to in the contract. She thought she was going to hyperventilate at the thought. She looked down and tried to catch her breath.

  “No looking down, subbie.” Dex sounded harder and sexier than ever before. “Regardless of what other Doms do, Patrick and I will expect you to look us in the eyes at all times. We want to know what you are thinking and what you are feeling, and as the saying goes, the eyes are the windows to the soul. And your windows will be open to us at all times.”

  “Yes,” continued Patrick. “You are ours now, and we will own your pleasure and your pain. You will hide nothing from us.”

  She knew her eyes widened slightly at the word pain and heard the men chuckle.

  There as a bit of a commotion as Jake stood and motioned Lindy up as well.

  “Time for us to leave our new trainee alone with her trainers. If you three would like to join us, we’ll be at the Summerset Cafe for dinner at seven. If you would prefer to be alone, I understand that as well. Please feel free to use any of the equipment or rooms excep
t number nine. Come, Lindy. I feel the need to spend some quality time with my sub before dinner.”

  Abby watched Jake and Lindy leave, and then the door closed and she was alone with Dex and Pat.

  Chapter Seven

  Dex looked down at Abby and saw the look of wariness and arousal in her eyes. He’d thought his dick couldn’t get any harder, but he was wrong.

  “Don’t be scared. Or at least not too scared. Being nervous is to be expected. We’ll do our best to give you what you want and what we think you need, which may not be the same thing. Think of it this way, Submission 101. We’ll approach it like an academic research project. First we establish the boundaries of our research. We’ve read your questionnaire. You want to experience all the aspects of the BDSM spectrum with someone who can be trusted to push you but also be sensitive to your responses in order to help determine what your true limits are. Do I have that right?”

  “Yes, Dex.”

  “We’ll deal with the correct form of address shortly, but my first name is not it. You are interested in bondage, impact, and orgasm play. You want to experience ménage play, but only with two men, you don’t want another woman in the mix. And you want to experience what it would be like to give up total control. Do I have that right as well?

  “Yes, Dex.

  “Hrmph. Now, safewords. I assume you know what they are. What are yours?”

  “Red, yellow, and green, Master?”

  “Sir, not Master,” he corrected. “We haven’t earned the right to be called Master by you yet. Sir will be fine.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “So, you’ve decided to use colors. Nothing wrong with the classics.”

  He looked up at Patrick, who was walking behind her and had just as large a bulge in his jeans as Dex had in his leathers.