Becca was shaken. When she had gotten dressed this evening, Lane had added a special touch. Beneath the dress, she wore the nipple jewelry, which up till now had been trapped against the tailored cups of the dress. He had adjusted the bite of the clamps to sustain her circulation. However, the bite was a constant reminder of her position, captured between the two brothers.
The dinner with Carl Brookstern had gone exceptionally well, with Becca only having knocked the saltshaker over in her attempt to reach for her glass. She’d fared well and gave herself a pat on the back, especially when they brought up insurance companies. Apparently, Lane and Ross had a couple of stocks in their portfolio that interested Mr. Brookstern and talk had veered toward the stock’s values after some natural disasters had occurred, such as the hurricane that had devastated the east coast. She’d given her opinion on some of her previous competitors, as well as the layoffs of her previous employer.
She’d hidden the fact that she’d been wearing a black corset, with white silk ribbons outlining the demi cups cradling the exposed swell of her breasts and a tightly laced lattice front. The matching garter belt that was attached to her stockings was likewise adorned with white silk highlights and fit smoothly against her skin. The high heels weren’t too high for dinner, but perfect for what Ross and Lane desired, drawing her calves taut and causing her to arch her ass.
“Will I know anyone, Sir?” Becca knew her voice shook a little bit, but couldn’t prevent it. This was the first time she’d been to a club of this type, and even though she’d briefly visited Harrison and Grant’s dungeon, she hadn’t gotten to see everything she’d wanted to see. “Will some of the women I met last week be here?”
“Most probably, yes. We’re a small-knit group, although there are select outsiders that play on the weekends every once in a while.”
When Ross opened the door and led her through the entryway, the smell of polished mahogany and spiced tea made for an odd first impression. A hostess stand stood off to the left where a tall blonde wearing a matching black latex skirt and cropped top stood talking with a man that Becca had seen Saturday night, but to whom she had not been formally introduced. She frowned, wondering what was beyond this outer sanctum. The entrance reminded her of an old English dart pub. It was nothing like she’d imagined.
“Lucy, would you please show Rebecca where she may undress and then have her meet us in the sitting room?”
“Yes, Master Lane. Rebecca, if you’ll please follow me?”
Becca trailed Lucy through a red curtain that hid a small dressing room. Along one side were fourteen wooden cubicles, whereas the back wall contained lockers with letters inscribed on black squares.
“Once you’re disrobed, go ahead and place your things in the locker marked Masters Ellison. Just come on out when you’re ready, and I’ll show you where our sitting area is.”
“They have their own locker?” Becca asked, not sure how she felt about that. She knew they were involved in the lifestyle, but how many subs had they had and would any of them be here this evening? All her insecurities came back in a rush. “Uh, how many times a week do they usually come here?”
Lucy laughed and shook her head. “Oh no, you don’t. I know who you are. You’re one of Ms. Van Camp’s girls. I’ve yet to see her fail at a placement. If you have a question for Masters Ellison, you go right ahead and ask them. It won’t be me who leaks out information on their past subs, although, you will find that all members of the Order have permanent lockers.”
The way Lucy said that made Becca wonder which she was afraid of more, Lane and Ross or Kennedy Van Camp. Before she could ask her, Lucy made a beeline for the curtain. Humph—so much for finding anything out from her. Becca undressed and opened the locker that was designated for Lane and Ross. Inside lay a small note, which she immediately reached for.
Our dear Becca,
You may pick one area of play this evening. If you haven’t done so in an appropriate amount of time, we shall do so for you.
Sir Ross
Becca felt her heart speed up at the thought of being put on display again. They were to play this evening. Was she ready for another public scene? The first one hadn’t really been her choice, or about pleasure. Would they permit her to come tonight? Becca wasn’t sure how she felt about finding relief in front of total strangers, but remembered when Lane had had her on edge in the dungeon. He’d taken her to a place where she didn’t care who saw her have an orgasm. And Harrison had taken it all away. Would he be here this evening? Becca felt a shiver go through her body at remembering how hard he’d hit with the paddle. No, thank you.
Becca placed her dress inside the locker, along with Ross’s note. Why had it been Ross to give her these instructions and not Lane? He’d seemed more relaxed throughout this past week, but still, she sensed there was a part of him that was holding back. She’d done her best to be good and to do as they instructed. There were moments when her true personality would shine through and she’d sputter something out in astonishment, but Becca did her damnedest to smother it. She didn’t want to lose what she’d found.
Quietly closing the locker, Becca was caught off guard by the floor-length mirror. Aside from the corset, stockings and heels, she was on display for everyone who cared to look. The emeralds bejeweling her nipples swayed with her every movement, causing the fire to rekindle and catch with each step. She felt panicked but turned and walked out through the red curtain. Lucy was waiting for her and smiled upon her approach.
“Masters Ellison do have exceptional taste, don’t they? Follow me. I’ll show you to the main salon.”
Becca looked down at herself. The corset showed a little too much for her liking, as the white silk ribbon only framed her embellished breasts. She had on her garter belt, which only served as an outline for her pussy and drew one’s eye to her lack of panties and swelling clit. The arch in her exposed ass seemed to serve only as an invitation. She wasn’t sure so much about their taste, although Becca was positive that it had cost quite a bit if the quality was anything to go by. Wouldn’t they want to show her off in a dress like last weekend? It certainly covered the places on her body she felt insecure about.
“Are you coming?”
Startled, Becca scurried after Lucy who had already started to walk through the doorway ahead of them. The heels she was wearing weren’t so high that she had trouble walking, but they weren’t for running either. She slowed down and placed her hand on the doorframe. Looking up, Becca was glad that she had something to hold on to as she took in the room before her. Lucy was right. Lane and Ross had excellent taste and Becca would forever be grateful that she was wearing such a comparatively conservative outfit.
* * * *
Ross lifted the soda to his lips, savoring the view from across the room. He much preferred the soda he was drinking to the spiced tea served to the subs. However, the smell of the tea permeated the mahogany-paneled walls as it combined with the various scents of the bodies being put through their arduous paces. The spices mixed with the pheromones released by the distressed subs made for a heady mixture as it created an increased surreal awareness like some type of drug. Becca was a vision in the corset he’d picked out. They had wanted her to get a feel for the atmosphere before pushing her limits. As it was, the lack of panties and corset holding her breasts up as if in an offering was perfect for her first time here. He saw that she was gathering the heated stares of certain members of the Order.
Even from this distance, he could see her green eyes widen as she tried to take everything in at once. The majority of the subs were completely naked, or were dressed in various materials that displayed their breasts, pussies and asses outrageously. Ross didn’t have to look around to know what other things she was absorbing. The lighting was dim, but not enough so that she couldn’t see the numerous areas that were cordoned off with red rope. Those spaces indicated play zones that were off-limits to anyone not involved in the scene. And although there was soft music playing
in the background, moans and screams intermingled with the crack of a whip or the rattling of chains and the slap of leather. It gave the air a tangible feel, charged as if electrified.
“She is lovely,” Lane murmured.
Ross didn’t bother to look his way. The week had flown by, and although he had thought his brother had finally come to his senses regarding Becca’s instant fit into their lives, Ross could still sense his hesitancy. The only time he saw a flare in Lane’s eyes was when Becca would do or say something unconsciously. It inevitably would get her into trouble, but Lane seemed to thrive on that. It was at one of those moments that Ross had figured out what was holding the three of them back. Ross planned to use this evening to overcome both of their barriers.
“She’s a good submissive,” Ross said, testing out his theory. He drained his cup and placed it on the side table. They were sitting in the center of the room, where several couches and chairs had been situated in a number of small alcoves. Pillows were placed strategically on the floor, while an overly large ottoman took the place of a coffee table. “Easy to train.”
“I know,” Lane replied. He gave a sigh and looked around the room. “I’m afraid she won’t be happy a year from now. Kennedy was right and she is a natural submissive, but Becca’s trying too hard. She’s too focused on making sure she’s perfect.”
Bingo. Ross loved it when he was right. “Then maybe we need to let her see what happens when a sub really misbehaves.”
“What do you mean?”
“I think she fears that if she isn’t perfect, we’ll let her go. If Becca is given the security of knowing that no matter what she does, our handing out punishment is as severe as it will get, she’ll finally be comfortable in our life.”
Ross let Lane chew on that for a while. Lucy seemed to be urging Becca to follow her through the room, but she was too busy being riveted by the people before her. Finally, she started across the room. He watched carefully to see which play zone captivated her attention. That was what they’d use for the discipline that was sure to happen tonight.
“I can see the wheels turning in that head of yours, little brother.”
“Watch Becca carefully and tell me what you see.”
They both refocused their attention on Becca, who was following a few paces behind Lucy. Ross raised his hand and motioned in a circle before pointing to the foot of their table, queuing Lucy that he wanted her to lead Becca once around the room before bringing her to kneel before them. Lucy gave a slight nod of her head in acknowledgement.
“She’s interested in the shibari that Ryan and Isaac are demonstrating on their sub.”
“Yes, but watch her body language. We need to find something that completely fascinates her. Something that she would never admit to wanting.”
They watched as she passed various scenes playing out, and there was no doubt that they enthralled her, but Ross wanted more. She was halfway through when she came upon a sub that was being ornery with her Doms. Ross sat a little straighter, wondering if a gift hadn’t just fallen into their lap. Suzanne was known for being an unruly brat, but that girl did love her punishments. Becca stumbled, before seemingly giving up on following Lucy and paying closer attention to what was unfolding before her. Voices carried across the room, giving Ross insight on what was transpiring.
“It wasn’t my fault I came, Master Owen. You’re the one who wouldn’t shut off the vibrator.”
“Suzy, if you stress my title one more time, I swear I’ll place you on the Sybian and have you come so many times, you’ll be begging to stop. You are well aware that we control your orgasms, not you.”
“Exactly my point, Master Owen. I can’t control something that you make happen!”
“That’s it. On your knees and stay there.” Owen waited until Suzanne had followed through on his command, although she gave such an exasperated sigh, Ross could hear it from where they were sitting.
Lucy continued to walk away, leading Becca through the other side of the room, although Becca wasn’t paying attention in the least to the other play areas. Her attention was on Owen, who was heading across the play area to speak with one of the monitors. Ross had no doubt that he was reserving the area where the Sybian was located. Normally, upon entering the club, the Doms would place reservations on the areas they intended to utilize during the evening. It was first come, first serve, but if a punishment needed to be meted out, exceptions could be arranged. It looked as if Suzanne was going to be taught a lesson.
“Sirs, your sub,” Lucy said, presenting Becca to them.
After dismissing their hostess, Ross waited until he had Becca’s full attention, which wasn’t easy. She kept glancing over at Owen and then to Suzanne, as if to see if the other sub had moved from position.
“Becca, the pillow at our feet is for you to kneel in position.” Ross waited for her to follow through, and once she was situated facing them, he continued. “I’d like your thoughts on the club.”
“Sir? It’s nice, Sir.” Becca couldn’t seem to help herself and when Owen walked behind them, she followed him with her gaze. Ross didn’t call her out on it quite yet, wanting to hear from her own mouth what had captivated her so.
“Rebecca, you seem far more interested in Master Owen and Suzanne than you do with your own Masters. May I ask why?”
“I’m sorry, Sir. It’s just that she—”
Becca broke off, not finishing her sentence as she watched Owen marshal Suzy over to the Sybian. It was a saddle-type device, yet instead of sinking down in the middle, it raised up so that it fit snugly in between a woman’s thighs. Directly in the middle was a vibrating dildo then a large knot toward the front as it sat waiting for Suzanne’s cunt. Her ankles and calves could be locked into place so that she wouldn’t be able to rise up, and alas, find any relief from the upcoming onslaught of pleasure. Above the device hung two cuffs on dangling chains in order to keep a sub’s hands away from the intense gratification she was about to receive. Becca was about to witness the effects of forced orgasms.
“She what, Rebecca?” Lane asked. “Suzanne needs to be taught her place. She likes to top from the bottom, similar to how you were in the beginning.”
“Yes, but why does he keep her around if she won’t learn?” Becca asked, her focus on Owen restraining Suzanne onto the Sybian. Once he seemed satisfied that Suzanne was restrained appropriately, Owen set the speed and pattern on that which he desired her to endure and then stepped back to enjoy her punishment. “Sirs.”
Ross looked down at Becca, laughing outright at her catch of the use of their title. He knew exactly what needed to be done to bring out her true personality, but first, he could tell from the way Lane sat forward that his brother was about to explain the inner workings of a Dominant/submissive relationship. Would Becca finally realize that by not being perfect, she would make a better submissive? Could she understand that she shouldn’t be perfect to please her Masters?
Chapter Nineteen
Becca couldn’t pull her eyes from the faraway look in Suzanne’s eyes as she was afforded release then utter devastation again and again. It was deceiving at first, as if she enjoyed the first few orgasms, but shortly thereafter, her cries became pleas. Apologies fell from of her lips, promising that she’d only come when they wanted. Her agony was palpable. Tears ran down her cheeks and she helplessly pulled on her restraints. Becca tore her eyes away to look over at Owen, who was smiling and shaking his head. He didn’t believe her, yet that didn’t seem to make him want to walk away. Quite the opposite, he watched Suzanne more closely than ever. A monitor stood among the gathering crowd and watched the scene progress as he would any punishment, watching Owen as loosely as his sub.
She had to wonder what was so bad about having that much pleasure, though. Lane and Ross always denied her orgasms. Becca would have given anything to be able to sit where Suzanne was sitting.
“Rebecca, look at me.”
Becca heard the hardness in Lane’s voice. Her stomach
tightened at the thought she’d displeased him again. Owen had seemed so laid-back in his approach with Suzanne, but Lane’s method was much more intense. And here she thought she’d been doing so well. Just walking into this atmosphere caused her clit to swell and here she was well on her way to another night of no relief.
“There will inadvertently be times when you don’t agree with what we are doing, how we are doing it, and why we are doing it. You must trust us to always know what is right for you, which is why we’ve taken things slow in order to get to know you, your likes and dislikes, as well as your body language. It’s only natural that if you disagree, you somehow, someway, get that across to us. It could be a look, body language or through words. But that—under no circumstance—will cause us to terminate the bond that we are creating.”
“Yes, Sir,” Becca said, only half hearing him. Maybe if she agreed with him enough, his tone would lighten and they could enjoy the evening. Ross had said that she could pick an area of play. If she did, maybe that would distract Lane from whatever he seemed so displeased about. This entire evening had put her out of sorts. “I think I would like to play on the spanking bench, Sirs.”
Lane and Ross laughed outright, although Becca didn’t understand what was so funny about it. They were the ones who told her she could choose. A spark of anger shot through her, but she tamped it down. Now wasn’t the time to rile up Lane any more than he already was.
“Really?” Lane asked, sitting back on the couch and extending his arm over the back cushion. “Are you deserving of that kind of pleasure tonight?”
Becca frowned, not understanding where he was going with that. Was it a trick question? She’d been perfect all week. They were always telling her to be honest in her answers, so she mentally shrugged and did what they asked.
“Yes, Sir. I’ve been good all week. I haven’t hesitated in following your orders. I was good at dinner. I—”
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