An Angel Exposed [Safeword LLC 3] (Siren Publishing Sensations)

by Peyton Elizabeth

  The bar was tucked in between two play stations, but was at least fourteen feet long. Although she kept her eyes downcast, Amy was still able to make out the man behind the bar. He was over six feet tall, with black hair and a goatee. He had a kind smile, but she couldn’t see his eyes to see if they matched.

  “What can I do for you gentlemen?”

  “Our submissive needs to learn a lesson and we were wondering if you’d like a bell to give you a sweet little sound to let you know when an order is being placed,” Chad replied, stopping right before a barstool. Travis must have looked down between her legs to see the bell, because he threw his head back and laughed. “Can you clear the side?”

  “Hell, yes,” Travis said, still chuckling. “This is a new one. People will be talking about this for a while. I’m impressed.”

  “What can I say? Alec’s creative tendencies are rubbing off on me.”

  Amy figured she couldn’t get into any more trouble than she already was and watched in disbelief as Travis wiped down the side of the bar where it connected to the wall. They didn’t really expect her to climb up there, did they? The wood seemed sturdy enough and there was a decorative brass pole that went around the entire surface, including the edge that connected to the wall.

  “Travis, do you have any cuffs back there?” Alec asked, leaning up against a stool.

  “Black or white?”

  “You have to ask? White to match her collar.”

  “Beautiful work, man.” Travis walked a few steps away and leaned under the bar. Standing, he held in his hands two white cuffs. “It’s too bad we don’t allow cameras in the main area.”

  “I’m having a showing in two weeks. You’re welcome to attend. She’ll be the main piece.”

  “I’ll pass that around,” Travis said. “Looks like you have customers behind you waiting to ring that bell. Surface is dry, so go ahead and set her up there.”

  Amy couldn’t bring herself to turn around to see who was standing behind her. They were really going to go through with this. She’d been hoping they were just trying to prove a point and would stop before things went too far. Apparently, that wasn’t going to happen. Chad let go of her leash and wrapped his hands around her waist. Lifting her up, Amy had no choice but to put her knees on the wooden surface.

  “Grab the handle in front of you,” Chad ordered, coming around the side of the bar. His hand never left her back, and she thought maybe that was his way of making sure she didn’t fall off. Which was a good possibility, considering she was shaking like a leaf. All eyes had to be on her. What were they thinking? “Every time that bell rings, you are to call out a number. Count how many times an order has been placed.”

  He wanted her to participate in her punishment. She wasn’t so sure she’d have a voice to yell out, because as she leaned down to hold the pole, all oxygen left her body. Chad reached under her for the leash and wrapped it around the pole so that she wouldn’t be able to move back. Alec was fastening cuffs to her ankles. He then spread her knees wide apart and somehow, someway, clasped them to the pole so that she couldn’t bring her legs together.

  “Would you look at that sweet bell?” Alec asked. She assumed he was speaking to Chad. “Maybe Liam can make us more, because I’m suddenly liking her clit decorated.”

  “We can always have it pierced. That wasn’t part of her hard limits.”

  Amy didn’t mean to move, but when Chad mentioned piercing her clit, her first response was to protest and stand up. The leash reminded her that it wasn’t her place to decide what to pierce and not pierce on her body, as he was indeed right. Her nipples felt the burn. She’d placed piercings on her soft limit list. What had she been thinking?

  “Order up!” Travis yelled.

  Chad came around and sat on the stool to her side, for which she was grateful. She lifted her head, looking in the mirror to see a group of people standing around, watching the scene unfold. And that was what this was—a scene. It just happened to be of her punishment. A Dom who had been sitting one area away stood behind her, looking at her ornament. Amy’s face flushed when she felt a trickle of moisture run down her folds. Please, please, don’t drip on the wood.

  “Chad and Alec, I have a feeling I’m mighty thirsty tonight.” He lifted a finger, showing her in the mirror, and lowered it to where it was no longer in sight. She felt him ring the bell. The movement shifted her clit and didn’t stop, as the clamp swung back and forth. “Ginger ale, Travis.”

  “Aren’t you forgetting something?” Chad murmured, leaning forward to that only she could hear.

  “One, Master.” Amy wasn’t sure how loud her voice was, because it seemed as if her ears had been stuffed with cotton. Why wouldn’t the clamp stop moving? Her clit felt like it was swelling, which had to be impossible, because it had been big before.

  “Water.” Her bell was run again.

  “Two, Master,” Amy squealed, as the metal oscillated even more.

  “Spiced tea.”

  “Three, Master.”

  The bell fluctuated between her inner thighs and Amy finally lowered her head. She was bound to the point that she couldn’t move and had to take what was being done to her. It was bittersweet. Numerous people were observing her and her body responded to that as much as the ringing of her bell.

  “Ah! Four, Master!” Amy called out a little too loud, as whoever tapped her bell did so with force.

  She changed her mind. Where Amy had thought she’d come with the first or second ring, the knocking of her clamp only seemed to keep her on edge. A trail of moisture ran down her inner thigh, showing whoever was behind her that she was enjoying her punishment probably way too much. But didn’t they understand that this was how she would be for the remainder of the evening—on edge and practically begging for relief?

  “Coke.”

  Amy moaned as the bell was rung once more. What number was that? “Five, Master.”

  “It looks as if you’ll be here a while, angel. Alec seems to be rounding up quite a few thirsty people. Are you learning your lesson?”

  “Yes, Master, yes! I won’t speak unless given permission.”

  “All of these people see the six stripes on your ass as well. It looks as if you’re getting a reputation of being a little brat, when I really wanted to show them what an angel you are. Hmmm, maybe next time.”

  “Tea.”

  “Six, Master!” Amy’s clit felt raw and the only thing on the horizon was more drink orders. How would she survive?

  Chapter Fourteen

  “Wake up, sleepyhead.”

  Amy went to bring down her arm, but something stopped it. She yanked again, but nothing happened. Moving her legs, Amy found she was truly bound. She opened her eyes to see Chad above her. Quickly looking down, two things hit her at once. He’d rigged something under her mattress to hold her thighs open for him with black straps, and he was sporting a condom on his long, thick cock.

  “Do you know the best thing about last night?”

  Amy shook her head, as this position made her body want to move. She couldn’t do that either and looked down at her stomach. A black strap wound its way across her abdomen. She was to take what they gave her. That made her want him more.

  “What is that, Master?” Amy asked, although even she could still hear the sleepiness in her voice. There was a huskiness to it, though she wasn’t all that sure it had to do with just waking up.

  “You’re still soaking wet, waiting for us to fill you. I’ve never witnessed a clit on any submissive swell as much as yours did last night, nor seen a pussy leave such a puddle on the bar. Was it all those Doms observing you, and wanting to claim you as theirs? Or was it having the submissives watching you and craving to be you that drew that response? Or was it simply pleasing your Masters by accepting your punishment?”

  “All of the above, Master,” Amy answered honestly, staring up into his dark eyes. She turned her head, seeking out Alec, who was walking her way. She’d never seen his bo
dy entirely naked and was impressed by his lean, yet muscular build. When did he have time to work out? “Good morning, Sir Alec.”

  “Hmmm, it’s looking to be one, isn’t it?”

  “Look at me,” Chad ordered, his hands planted firmly in the mattress on either side of her head. “You accepted your punishment in a graceful manner, so you’ll be rewarded. You may come without permission this morning.”

  Before she could say thank you, Amy felt the tip of his cock at her entrance and all thought left her mind. They were finally going to take her. She’d dreamt of this for years, never imagining in a million years that it would become a reality. He was right about the amount of moisture still leaking from her pussy, because his cock seemed to slide into her as if it were made to fit inside of her. Inch by inch, her pussy delighted in accepting him, stretching around his width. He took a hold of her hips and shifted, so that he was on his knees while he started a slow thrust.

  Alec chose that moment to climb onto the mattress. Much to her surprise, he straddled her with his cock at her mouth. A part of her couldn’t wait to taste him and her tongue involuntarily licked her lips. But there was a part of her that had wanted to enjoy what Chad was doing. This would only serve to distract her.

  “Do you remember us telling you that your mind runs too much? Well, sucking on my cock will keep you from thinking,” Alec said, a smile on his face. “We just want you to feel. Let us do all the work. Open those pretty pink lush lips of yours.”

  Amy automatically parted her mouth, accepting his cock. The flavor of his pre-cum exploded on her taste buds. She moaned her appreciation, but she couldn’t help but wonder how this was going to help her stop thinking. Amy wanted his first time by her mouth to be memorable, which meant she would have to concentrate.

  “Chad, why don’t you help her along?”

  Amy looked up at him through her lashes, wondering what he meant. She didn’t have to wait long for an answer, because Chad used his thumb to brush over her clit. The jolt went through her like a lightening strike. Her eyes closed and much to her surprise, instead of her having to move her head, Alec started to slowly thrust in and out of her mouth.

  Chad started to make small circular motions over her sensitive flesh, all the while not hesitating in his slow thrust into her pussy. Alec’s warm cock was gliding over her tongue, every once in a while gifting her with his taste. Her body was accepting both of them and enjoying the different sensations, but the one thing that kept her on edge was the fact that she couldn’t move. She could only take and she loved it.

  That is, until she wanted Chad to move in and out of her faster. Why wasn’t he? She tried to move her hips, but her undulation went unnoticed. She could feel her pussy spasm. Amy started to suck a little harder, hoping that Alec would realize she wanted more. All that did was have him push in a little farther, almost touching the back of her throat. Saliva pooled, but he pulled back before her gag reflex kicked in.

  “That’s right,” Alec murmured, brushing the hair off of her face. “Just feel. Chad’s enjoying his first time in your pussy, so don’t rush this. You just keep stroking me with that tongue of yours and keep me ready so that I’m nice and hard when it’s my turn to slide into your pussy.”

  Alec’s words only seemed to heighten her desire and make her feel Chad’s thick cock even more, as he slid slowly in and out of her pussy. His thumb relentlessly rubbed across her raw and swollen clit, but not hard enough to send her over. Which is why Chad probably said she could come without permission in the first place—he knew they controlled her orgasms. Without enough pressure, he was just keeping her on edge and knew it.

  A slight film of perspiration coated her skin as her body strained for release that was being withheld from her. The only thing she could really move was her hands, which she did by opening and closing her fingers. The inability to move seemed to send her higher and higher, with no hope of falling.

  “Tilt your head,” Alec ordered, although his voice seemed strained.

  Alec was gripping the headboard as he angled up, pushing his cock deeper within her mouth. As she did as he asked, it opened up her throat to accept more of him. To her amazement, this position made it easier for her to accept his cock without choking. Granted, he didn’t go too far, but she could feel his tip slide down far enough to enter her throat. Chad chose to press hard on her clit then, and she moaned, the noise vibrating against Alec’s cock.

  “Fuck,” Alec said, the word practically hissing through his teeth.

  “Come for me, angel,” Chad shouted, finally plunging his cock in and out of her pussy at a faster rate. His thumb continued to press hard, rubbing against her engorged clit. She felt little pulses of electricity run up her inner thigh, connecting with her clit and causing her pussy to quiver around Chad’s cock. Alec pulled out of her mouth just as she emitted a scream, her body sent over the edge. “Yes!”

  Amy felt Chad’s cock swell, his shaft pulsating as his cum shot into the condom. She vaguely heard the sound of a wrapper. Letting her body relish in the after-throes of release, Amy felt every muscle in her body relax. For so many years, she dreamed of this and there was no other place she’d rather be. She was almost afraid to think that way, for fear of jinxing it, but she couldn’t help herself. Amy gave a satisfied smile as she buried her face into the side of her arm.

  “Let’s see if we can keep that beautiful smile across those luscious lips,” Alec murmured, running a finger over her now exceedingly sensitive clit. She jerked her hips, but got nowhere. She looked down, seeing that he had sheathed himself with a condom. When had he done that? “Hmmm, I like to be able to play when you can’t stop me. Chad, throw me the small vibrator that’s lying next to my jeans.”

  “Sir, I—” Amy broke off, remembering what had happened the last time she spoke the words “I can’t.” Between Alec making her wear the vibrating plug for hours and Chad’s discipline with the scrub brush, Amy was relatively sure she’d learned her lesson. “I’d like to keep smiling, Sir.”

  Alec laughed, as if he’d known that wasn’t what she was originally going to say, but didn’t seem to mind. Alec reached up with one hand and caught the small, purple vibrator, no bigger than a lighter—which is what it could have been, considering the way it lit up her clit the moment it touched. She cried out, the intensity of the pulsation too much, yet she wasn’t able to move away from it.

  “Then I won’t keep you waiting,” Alec said, shifting in the same manner that Chad had been, so that he was on his knees and free to play with her clit. His cock wasn’t as wide as Chad’s, but was definitely longer and curved more. She knew that it would touch her G-spot over and over again. “Smile.”

  With that word, Alec plunged deep inside of her. Amy cried out in pleasure, loving the magnitude of his intensity. He didn’t go slowly like Chad had, yet it was still just as gratifying. He also didn’t move the vibrator across her clit like Chad had his fingers, but instead, kept it steady and pressed it against her still swollen nub. The differences were notable. However, they both seemed to know what she needed. There was no gradual climb. Within minutes, Amy was screaming her release and feeling Alec obtain his.

  “Our angel,” Chad whispered above her, causing her eyes to open. His face was close to hers as he leaned down and captured her lips. When he pulled away, she noticed that he held in his hands a washcloth. They were very particular about their aftercare, always holding her until she felt like herself. Even last night, after having been positioned on the bar for everyone to place their orders with the ringing of her bell, they had taken her off to a secluded area and held her. She’d wanted relief, but they quietly told her no. All the while, their hands comforted her. Amy gave them both a smile, as they unfastened her restraints and placed the warm cloth over her pussy. It was well worth the wait. “And there’s our smile.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  “Ruby’s recovered rather well,” Chad said, looking over at Alec. Two weeks had passed and tomorrow night wa
s Alec’s showing at the gallery. They had a long day ahead of them tomorrow, with Chad making sure the gallery was ready and Alec using the morning and afternoon to paint Amy. They’d brought her to the club early tonight as a pre-reward for her willingness to be the main piece. Chad took the time to look around the room, seeing several members from the Order, a few new submissives, and James Calihan standing at the same table he’d been at for the last three weekends. It was relatively early by club standards, for a Friday night, but the place was still hopping. “Although, she wasn’t too happy with being kept out of the showing tomorrow.”

  Alec laughed, although Chad was well aware of the exhaustion that plagued his eyes. He wasn’t sleeping well, and though Alec used the excuse that he was working on the other piece that he had requested, Chad wasn’t fooled in the least. Amy had integrated herself into every part of their lives and they’d even moved her into Chad’s bedroom, which had more than enough room for the three of them. Alec didn’t join them often at night, but was more than happy to participate in their scenes. He was trying his damnedest to keep Amy at arm’s length, but even Chad could see that it was a losing battle. He hoped like hell that the last month with Amy woke his best friend up from his lifelong coma before their contract ran out.

  “Ruby will be fine. She understood the need for Amy’s privacy.”

  Chad looked down at Amy, who was kneeling at their feet. A slight smile had crossed her lips and he knew that Alec’s statement was ironic. With the way Alec would have her displayed tomorrow evening, there was nothing private about it.

  “I took care of that issue we had discussed,” Chad said, referring to Josh and Tyler. He’d spoke to them by phone, explaining that they didn’t need to come because Alec was going to bring some personal favorites to their club in a few weeks. Of course, those art pieces that Alec had chosen were not of their sister. Chad left out the fact that they also needed to have a discussion about Amy. No need to stir the pot. “Spoke to them Wednesday and all is good.”