The First Order [Safeword LLC 1] (Siren Publishing Sensations)

by Peyton Elizabeth

  “But I didn’t speak with—”

  “Rebecca, not another word,” Ross said, his voice hardened in a way she’d never heard. Becca bit her lip and tightened her hands on her purse. She was messing this up and didn’t know how to contain the situation. Things had gotten out of hand. “Harrison, my apologies. It looks as if we will be making a brief stop down to the dungeon. If you’ll join us in fifteen minutes, we’d be grateful.”

  “Did something happen?” Lane asked, walking through the open door. Becca cringed and couldn’t prevent herself from looking up and seeing the disappointment in his face as Ross recapped Harrison’s version of events. “Harrison, you have our apologies. Shortly, you’ll have Rebecca’s as well.”

  “In her defense, she didn’t speak to Winona, although she does need to be taught the correct way to behave in this type of setting.” Harrison snapped his fingers and a hostess came scurrying over. “Paula, please locate Hunter and Kyle and tell them I’d like to see them in the library.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Rebecca watched as Paula hurried out of the room, wishing she could go with her. This was awful. Lane and Ross had decided to take her down to the dungeon. They weren’t going to punish her in front of all of those people, were they? Her last punishment was orgasm denial, as they knew she didn’t like pain. They wouldn’t change that, would they?

  “Sir, if you’re thinking of punishing me, please remember that I don’t like pain.” Becca’s words came out in a rapid pace. She knew she wasn’t supposed to speak unless spoken to, but this changed things. She directed her response to Ross, knowing he was more lenient than Lane. “Maybe another orgasm denial thing, or something else, but just not—”

  Harrison laughed, cutting into Becca’s plea. “This is priceless. Since when do the prestigious Ellison brothers allow their submissive to top from the bottom?”

  “You’re right of course, Harrison,” Lane replied, his voice uncompromising, giving Becca insight on how disappointed he really was. “We’ve been too lenient on Rebecca, due to her being new to the lifestyle. It’s an oversight we won’t repeat.”

  “I’ll meet you downstairs,” Harrison said, still shaking his head and laughing. “I wouldn’t miss this punishment for the world.”

  Lane turned and faced her. Shit, Becca thought. She’d been caught looking at him. This entire night was turning into a disaster. What made her even more irritated, besides the fact that Ross hadn’t listened to her, was that when they said the word punishment, her body responded in a salacious manner. It wasn’t as if she was looking forward to whatever they had planned. She wasn’t. So why were her juices now running down the inside of her thigh?

  If Becca had any doubts about her submissive nature, they’d been dispelled throughout this past week. Wishing and dreaming of being tied up had now become diminished as a door to a whole new world had been opened up to her. It wasn’t just about satisfying a simple fantasy—Becca had finally found what she’d been missing.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Lane didn’t even try to hide the satisfied smile that crept across his face. He’d finally realized what had been bugging him all week. It wasn’t that things with Becca had fallen into their laps too easily. Rather, it was her perfect behavior. They had been too easy on her this week, wanting to take things slow and not scare her with their intense need to dominate, and Becca had been the consummate beginner submissive. Only that wasn’t in her true nature. Seeing her fumble and the irritation at not having things go her way was like having Christmas in July for Lane. Becca was adorable in her attempt to top from the bottom.

  Ross must have caught on to Lane’s sense of relief, as well as anticipation for what lay ahead, because his little brother slapped him on the shoulder as he allowed Ross to take the lead down to the dungeon. A catalog of delightful images on how they could punish Becca, without taking things too far for her limited experience, ran through his brain. The perfect piece of equipment came to mind as they descended into Harrison and Grant’s playroom.

  While Becca should have kept her eyes downcast, Lane couldn’t bring himself to correct her as he was fascinated by the emotions running across her face as they entered the room. She had been an open book thus far. Now the chapter on apprehension was playing out. Trying to see things from her perspective, there were already subs placed on various pieces of equipment that were situated throughout the area. Katie was strapped to the St. Andrews Cross enjoying her flogging from Damien and Lucas. Ryan and Isaac had a penchant for shibari bondage and were in the process of having a sub elegantly suspended above the small center stage of the room. A bondage table sat in the back right-hand corner, while the left contained a suspension rack that was currently being used by Owen and Landon to invert a submissive who looked to be enjoying herself so far.

  Lane saw that Becca seemed to be focused more on Katie at the moment than anything else. It was obvious from Katie’s glistening cunt and rock-hard nipples that she was aroused. Her eyes were unfocused, her lips were parted, and her body shimmered in a sheen of light perspiration. Katie had entered subspace. Was Becca aware of that? Ross turned and raised an eyebrow, a questioning glance meant for Lane only. Lane tilted his head toward the spanking bench. His brother smiled while raising a single eyebrow.

  Lane led Becca a few more steps to where the bench was situated off to the right-hand side of the room, not that she was looking where they were going. Her eyes were still fastened on Katie being flogged. Deciding she’d had enough time to take in everything of interest, Lane stepped in front of her, cutting off her line of vision.

  “Rebecca, where should you be looking?”

  “D–down, Sir, but she—”

  “Is not your concern,” Lane said, finishing her sentence. “I’d be more worried about you. You disappointed us, Rebecca. You have disrespected our hosts’ rules and must therefore be punished to pay for your insolence. We’ve been way too lenient on you. Our mistake, and one that won’t be repeated.”

  “B–but, Sir, I didn’t mean to—”

  “Did I ask you a question, Rebecca?”

  “No, Sir, but—”

  “Do I need to gag you?” Lane asked, knowing he had Becca right where he wanted her when her eyes widened and she bit her lip.

  “No, Sir,” Becca whispered, lowering her eyes.

  Becca jumped when a scream sounded through the air from a sub being caned across the room. She swore she didn’t like pain, and Lane believed her. But from her various reactions over the week, she definitely responded to erotic pain whether she admitted it or not. When pain and arousal were mixed, depending on the person, it could magnify his or her response. Teaching Becca things about herself was going to be his pleasure, as well as hers. He felt a calm descend over him as he settled into what he did best—dominating a sub. This one was special, though, making the scene about to happen that much more exceptional.

  “I thought not. The small scenes we’ve had over the course of the week haven’t prepared you for the punishment you are about to receive. Look at me, Rebecca, so that I know you are clear on what we expect.”

  Lane waited for Rebecca to tilt her head up. Her green eyes were so expressive, he could see her apprehension along with a longing for something she had yet to experience. He and Ross would share in giving Becca her deliverance.

  “Good to go.”

  Ross indicated that he’d wiped down the bench and was ready to proceed. Even though every Dom and sub associated with the order had been given the all clear from a physician in regards to their health, one could never be too careful. It was their job to protect their submissive. Lane nodded and waited for Ross to stand next to him before continuing. He noticed Becca’s fingers were still digging into her purse, although she’d maintained eye contact with him as directed. Holding his hand out, Becca reluctantly gave him her clutch.

  “Rebecca, your personal safe words are yellow and red. If you say yellow, we will take your wariness under advisement. We may or may
not stop, depending on the response of your body. Our responsibility is to know what you crave, what you need, and how much you can take. That is why we’ve spent this past week getting to know your body. Red—your punishment will stop immediately, but I’d advise you to really think things through before calling a halt to your chastisement. Are we clear so far, Rebecca?”

  “Yes, Sir,” Rebecca replied with a shaky voice. Her green eyes were becoming dark with need.

  Did Becca not realize she was now the center of attention and no matter how much she wanted to blend in with the furniture surrounding them, that wasn’t going to happen? Lane was looking forward to their future, knowing that there were many facets of this lifestyle that were going to take her by surprise. Voyeurism, especially with a scene such as theirs, was a fairly common component. Becca’s fascination with Katie’s flogging was a prime example. There was something beautiful in the face of submission that was impossible to turn away from.

  “Kennedy supplied you with a core safe word,” Lane said, watching closely for any genuine fear that would cause him to end her punishment now. Besides a little trepidation, Becca’s body indicated she was aroused by his words and actions. Her pupils were dilated, her face flushed, and her breathing was shallow. “Would you like to use it now?”

  “No, Sir.” Becca’s voice had gotten stronger and louder, almost as if she were afraid that he’d call everything off himself.

  Lane shared a look with Ross. Did she not comprehend that they felt the same things she did? His earlier response this morning wasn’t meant to cause her doubts about their relationship so much as it was Lane’s personal doubts regarding happiness arriving on their doorstep in such a sudden manner. He needed to correct his mistake and there was no time like the present. By the time the evening was through, Becca would be well aware of their feelings.

  “Rebecca, do you know why you are about to be punished?”

  * * * *

  “I disobeyed your orders, Sirs,” Becca responded to both of them. Lane and Ross stood in front of her. Both displayed unforgiving expressions on their faces. Ever since Harrison had ratted her out, she’d found it hard to breathe, thinking they would end things here and now. This week had shown her many things, including her need to submit. Her body knew what it wanted, and even now was telling her to trust them to grant her what she needed. In order to do that, Becca needed to give them control. She took a deep breath and then released it. “I didn’t keep to myself while waiting for you, Sir.”

  “Seeing as how your last punishment enforced our rule of no hesitation, we shall see if other forms of reprimand work just as well. Ask us nicely to paddle your ass,” Lane ordered, his dark eyes focused on her. He kept repeating the word punishment. How did he know the mere mention of the word caused her pussy to weep in need? And now she was to be paddled? Why did that make her asshole pucker around the vibrating plug that they had inserted into her?

  “Please paddle my ass, Sirs.” Becca felt the blood rush into her cheeks.

  “Louder.”

  “Please paddle my ass, Sirs!” It had been hard to form the words before, let alone say them louder. Becca was afraid to take her eyes off of them, for fear of seeing the other people around them. To have them observe her being punished was mortifying, yet Becca had to wonder if the scene they presented was as alluring as the flogging she witnessed.

  “It would be our pleasure,” Ross said. Becca sighed, as his voice seemed to give her the reassurance she needed. “Stand facing the bench.”

  Even though she didn’t hesitate, Becca turned as slow as she could, delaying what she knew to be inevitable. In front of her stood a black leather bench, similar to what she’d viewed in pictures. This one had a long padded center that she knew her body would be laid upon, although it appeared thinner than the one she’d seen. On either side were two twelve-inch padded arm and knee rests with straps attached. Her heart fluttered and doubt started to creep back in. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. It crossed her mind to beg them to deny her an orgasm like before, but she quickly dismissed that idea. Their minds were set and something in her relished that she couldn’t change their convictions.

  “Bend over.” Ross came to stand alongside her, placing his hand on her arm. Not giving her time to hesitate, even if she’d been inclined to, he had her positioned within seconds. She understood why the bench was so slim, because even in her dress, her breasts hung down on both sides. She wrapped her fingers around the edge of the armrests. Becca concentrated on her breathing as Ross secured the straps around her arms and ankles. When he also tightened a belt around each thigh that fastened into the bench, she grasped too late that the binds were there. Becca couldn’t move. “Look at me, Becca. How are you doing?”

  “Fine, Sir.” Becca murmured, her cheek pressed against the bench.

  Becca had the wherewithal to know what he was talking about, but it felt like she couldn’t breathe. Her chest had tightened and her palms were slipping against the black leather. Being placed in such a position made her feel vulnerable. The dress she was wearing was short, but was it covering her ass? Could everyone see her pussy, or worse—the plug that was situated in her anus? Maybe she should have said yellow.

  “Good girl,” Ross said, standing yet keeping his hands on the small of her back.

  Why did those words have such an effect on her? It dawned on her that she should be happy they hadn’t made her undress completely. The majority of the subs had been naked when she’d entered the dungeon. Something caught her eye and she looked back toward the wall. Were those whips? The air whooshed out of her lungs.

  “Ross, your thoughts? Wide, slim, thick, thin?”

  “Your choice, brother, but remember, we need to permit Harrison his due.”

  What did Ross say? Becca jerked her arms against the restraints, forgetting that she couldn’t move. They wouldn’t really allow another man to hit her, would they? She wanted to ask, but knew that she wasn’t allowed to speak and didn’t want anything added to her punishment. Becca felt something gliding down her inner thigh and at first, thought someone was touching her. She then realized that it was her cream slipping out of her pussy.

  “I think this will do,” Lane said, before walking toward her with something in his hands. “Ross, would you like to do the honors?”

  They were talking as if she wasn’t there and for some reason, that made her punishment sink in a little more. The implement Lane held in his hands seemed rather large, resembling exactly what it was—a paddle. It was black with a sizable round end and a slim handle for him to hold. If only she’d done what was asked of her, she’d be home in their apartment, finding release. Wait a second, she thought. They opted for paddling instead of denying her an orgasm. Did that mean they would give her relief? Or maybe she wouldn’t want relief after they paddled her. She had told them she didn’t like pain. Why wouldn’t they believe her?

  Air floated across her skin as someone lifted her dress and laid the fabric over her lower back. It was Ross doing the honors. Becca bit her lip, knowing that they’d just displayed her to the room. She saw people gathering around out of her peripheral view. That knowledge had her clit throbbing as blood rushed to the small nub. Again, how did Lane and Ross know her body would react this way?

  “Rebecca, if you could see how beautiful your ass is, raised up in the air and awaiting your punishment,” Lane said, describing what he saw in detail. “The plug we bought you is so snug in your crevice that it will in no way impede what we have planned.”

  How could her ass be beautiful? Didn’t he see that it was too plump? Her previous insecurities came rushing back. Becca felt a stirring of anger that they would allow others to see her. She didn’t have the body type of the woman displayed on the cross. Her figure was just a little too curvaceous for her, as Becca was sure it would be for other people. The sound of a smack brought her attention back to what was awaiting her, causing her to tense. When nothing struck her skin, Becca relaxed a little and let
out a sigh. Lane must have struck the implement against his hand.

  Becca felt Ross walk around her and sure enough, he was in her line of sight. Bending down, he placed his face next to hers. While that should have comforted her, Becca would have rather he’d stayed on her other side with his fingers on her skin in reassurance. Having him this close seemed too personal, as he would see her reaction to what was about to take place. She felt a momentary strike of panic at them being so observant. Would they see her arousal and thinks it was in anticipation of her paddling? She really wasn’t into pain.

  “We would like for you to count them out for us, Rebecca,” Lane instructed.

  No sooner had he spoken the sentence than Becca heard the sound of the paddle hitting her ass. It took a split second for the pain to register, but when it did, she knew her eyes widened and her lips parted. The blistering sting on her right cheek traveled down her leg, making her toes curl. Ross’s intense gaze remained on hers and although she wanted to shut him out, she knew she wasn’t allowed.

  “Rebecca?” Ross’s soft voice penetrated the rushing sound within her ears.

  “One, Sir.” Becca hadn’t meant to scream the words, but the pent-up air in her lungs produced the loudness anyway. How many swats was she going to receive? The same searing pain was created on her left cheek as Lane brought down the paddle again. Becca involuntarily jerked in her restraints. Now that the burn was registering, she bit her lip to keep from crying out. When he didn’t deliver another strike, she realized he was waiting on her. Ross gave a small smile, as if he knew it had finally dawned on her. Damn him for being so observant. “Two, Sir.”

  Ross held up a small white device, making a show of pressing a button. The butt plug started to vibrate, causing the tiny nerves within her anus to blend in with the pain. All the sounds in the room faded away as her heartbeat became louder. Lane brought down the paddle again, this time in the middle of her ass. The intensity of the blow shifted the toy, intermingling all of her sensations into one. Over and over, Lane continued his rhythm as she automatically yelled out the correct number. Ross had a tender smile on his face as Becca registered why. He thought she was enjoying the pain. Was she? Becca refused to answer herself as Lane carried her farther and farther to that sweet edge. Just one more swat with the paddle and she knew she’d find that much needed release.