And then there was Trevor. The man stalked the halls of the member and scene rooms. He scowled in the soft dungeon. If looks could kill, Jon would be six feet under. All those facial tics vanished when Trevor looked at Lois. Desire, tenderness, supreme interest, and a variety of other emotions he couldn’t identify softened the other man’s face, and Jon rejoiced at winning this particular race. Lois was an unprecedented prize.
It didn’t escape his notice how Lois scrupulously avoided looking at Trevor, didn’t speak to him, didn’t acknowledge him in any way. Her behavior was so foreign to her usual polite interaction, even with Maurice, Jon knew he’d been damn lucky. If Trevor had been in Patrick’s office before him…but she’d made her choice, and Jon had no question about her fidelity. Just as she expected it of him. Yup, his job was going to be a problem.
They wandered the place, Lois at his side. There was no way she was walking behind him where he couldn’t see her, touch her when he wanted to, and watch her response to the goings on. By the end of the night she was established as his sub and flushed with arousal. He noted her total engagement with a ménage scene, and when he pulled her into the cradle of his arms she was sultry hot. The sub being pleasured by her two Doms was indeed an arousing sight. Jon had to rethink his possessiveness. It was his job to give Lois what she needed, whatever was in his power to give. He failed her once and wouldn’t do it again.
She knelt at his feet at the end of the evening when he, Jordan, and Patrick met for a drink. Maurice came in and took a seat opposite and to Jon’s surprise, practiced total decorum. The Lamont brothers lounged in separate chairs, their short haircuts advertising their past profession, both of them in excellent shape, animals in their prime, at rest. Patrick liked their style and their independence. They shared their women and worked well together and separately. Neither had any interest in anything other than their work and women, aside from regular and vigorous workouts. Word was out, and women emerged from the woodwork to apply for training under their hands. Jon considered Owyn and then Rees, but decided against either of them. Lois wasn’t even aware of them. The only Doms she responded to, aside from him, were Patrick, Graham, Maurice, and Trevor. Oh, she was respectful, deferred to the other Doms, but with Patrick she was skittish, probably because he was the head honcho. And Patrick wouldn’t stand in. He was monogamous. Graham elicited ambivalence. She liked him, showed respect for his status, but gave him a little grief, too. They were familiar in a big sister, little brother way. It would be incestuous, and Kennedy would have an opinion, he was sure. Maurice drew her but scared her, and the fear was bigger than the draw. Which suited him because it was never happening. That left Trevor. She was drawn to Trevor, and while she minded her manners, Jon again accepted if the other man had spoken for her first, he might be the one being considered as their third. As if. Although on second thought, he’d probably have taken whatever he could get. Lois was special. He decided.
“Patrick, watch over my sub.” She froze against him then relaxed when he touched her head. Accepted his expectation she would wait and not question. That might change back in his quarters, where he’d fill her in, but her trusted acceptance of his behavior meant everything to him. He’d earned her trust after that phenomenal fuckup in the atrium and treasured the gift. He made his way to where Trevor Braun sat at the bar halfheartedly negotiating a contract with the sub providing the bartending service.
Braun saw him coming and wounded him with a glare. Jon took the seat next to him and ordered a beer from Mallory. Trevor didn’t say anything, just stared and waited. Jon wasn’t in a hurry, but he didn’t want to leave Lois for too long. He wanted to capitalize on her simmering arousal.
“I have a proposition for you.”
“Really.” Trevor was hostile, and Jon couldn’t blame him. He doubted he would be as civil in the other man’s boots.
“My sub needs a threesome.”
“Fuck you, Spence. I don’t want you throwing me any bones.”
“It isn’t about you, asshole. This is why you’re a third. Grow a pair.”
Trevor launched himself forward, and Jon blocked the punch but not the impact of two hundred furious pounds of male. They tumbled to the floor, Jon’s beer tipping and spilling a cascade of golden liquid in one of those weird corner-of-the-eye moments. His breath left his lungs in a whoosh, and he brought his elbow up to catch Trevor in the face to buy some time. He’d misjudged the situation, probably blinded by the submission of one particular little sub.
He struggled to get out from under the other man who was recovering enough to land a few well-placed blows. If he could just use his weight advantage…
Chapter Twelve
“That’s enough. Settle down right now.” Holy fucking shit. He knew that voice. He’d never heard that tone before but it was one he recognized. It took him back to his early school years when his teachers ruled a bunch of boisterous, aggressive little boys. And if he continued to fight, she could get hurt. Jon ceased and desisted. Trevor immediately followed suit and shoved away from him.
“This isn’t acceptable behavior.” Lois stared down at him with indignant censure, and all he wanted to do was claim her right in front of everyone, fuck her and collar her.
“He invited me to be his third, Lois, and I reacted to his disrespect.”
Jon made a fist and would have punched Trevor square in the face except Lois redirected her attention immediately. “Who did he disrespect?”
“Uh, me. I think.”
“So, I’m not your type, then, Master Trevor?”
Jon watched the exchange, fascinated. Trevor blanched but manned up.
“You most certainly are, Lois. And you know it. If we’re talking about respect…”
Lois immediately lowered her eyes. “I apologize.”
“Accepted. And I apologize for my reaction. And I’d be honored, Spence.”
Jon thought maybe the crack to his head scrambled something in his brain. Lois stood demurely, hands clasped in front of her, eyes focused on the floor. Huh. The rest of the people in the room were watching and listening with varying degrees of interest and amusement. Except for Patrick. Patrick looked pissed.
“Let’s take this to a member room.”
Trevor nodded, and Lois flicked him a glance. They were going to have a little show and tell about why little subs didn’t get involved in a fight between two men twice their size. Or any size.
Jon punched the code in for the closest member room. He led the way, Lois right behind him. Trevor closed the door. Jon chose a chair against the far wall, and Lois sank down between his knees and rested her weight against him. Trevor shrugged and went to lounge on the bed.
“Lois is very interested in three-ways, aren’t you, little one?” Jon figured he’d cut to the chase.
“I am.” No prevarication, just an affirmative. He was so proud of her for voicing her needs. Sharing had never been a problem for him. He’d never been possessive before, however, and while the thought of another man being with his sub absolutely wasn’t his top choice, she needed it. And he was going to give her everything she needed with the exception of the one thing he couldn’t. A fleeting idea drifted across his frontal lobe, but Trevor’s response pushed it aside.
“As I said, I’d be honored. And it’s something I’m good at, honey.” The endearment did nothing to mitigate the bitter note in Trevor’s voice. Jon felt Lois take a quick, short breath, and he experienced a bite of jealousy. She was a natural caregiver, empathetic. No wonder she was such a responsive sub. She read people and gave them what they needed. She’d been doing it all her life. He wasn’t going to let her do that anymore, not at her expense.
“We’ll work out the details, Braun. I had wondered about it taking place tonight but our public disagreement took the edge off. And little sub here needs correction.”
“She does. She could have been hurt. Patrick looked furious. I take it she was in his care?”
“She was. But he’ll leave her
correction up to me.”
Lois was breathing heavily now, her anxiety palpable. She clearly hadn’t considered Patrick’s sensibilities in all of this, and he wasn’t going to reassure her that Pat would have let it go. He didn’t interfere in a sub’s discipline if she had a regular Dom. Otherwise she’d be on the cross right fucking now. Pat didn’t tolerate women putting themselves at risk. He was downright rabid about it. Jon counted himself lucky he and Trevor weren’t on the cross, and they had yet to pay the piper.
“Over the bench.” Jon decided to deny Lois the comfort of his proximity. She immediately rose to her feet in one lithe, graceful motion and crossed to the spanking bench at the foot of the bed. Trevor tracked her every movement, and she wasn’t unaware of him. He’d chosen wisely.
He stood and stretched, rubbing his elbow where it was swelling from the impact with Trevor’s chin. Trevor featured a split lip, but Jon knew he’d have bruises tomorrow from the other man’s blows. The guy had a mean right hook. He crossed to Lois and secured her hands in the restraints, then fastened her ankles, running his hands from her ankles, up over her calves to her thighs, pulling the little skirt up to her waist. She wore no panties as per his instruction, hell, he’d dressed her, and her pert little ass was perfectly presented.
“Twenty from my hand.” He palmed a buttock before swatting it. He was careful not to let his annoyance over his bad behavior spill over, focusing instead on the risk she took. He’d pushed it down in front of the other members, but his gut was still twisted to think of the damage she’d sustain from just one of his punches. Trevor no doubt thought the same thing. Trevor. He glanced up to see the other Dom oblivious to anything other than Lois’s sweet ass turning rosy beneath his hand. She was muffling her cries, biting off the whimpers and pleading. He knew her well and recognized she’d registered the reason for the correction. She was crying because she’d upset him. Maurice’s words came back to him. A sub in my care would serve me because it would meet her needs to make me happy.
Maurice would punish her beyond anything Jon would do—hell, Maurice would do no such thing. Because Lois would never be in that situation if she was with Maurice. She kept him off balance, this thing they had between them. Once again he wondered if he was enough for her. She trusted him to do what was right, and that’s what he was going to do from here on in.
He stepped back and admired her red bottom. It hadn’t escaped his notice how she lifted into the blows toward the end. So she liked her punishment, too. How conflicted she must be.
“Braun.”
Trevor looked at him hard and narrowed his eyes for an instant. He got off the bed and approached Lois who tensed. “I prefer a crop, Jon. Hand me that one nearest you.”
Jon plucked the short length of leather from where it hung on the wall and slapped it onto Trevor’s outstretched palm. It was a measure of his respect for the other Dom and his skill that he didn’t hesitate to hand over the implement.
“Honey?” Trevor edged close to Lois and laid his other hand on the small of her back. “I won’t sleep tonight thinking about how your sweet little face would look if I’d missed asshole here and hit you instead. So I think maybe you can lie on your belly tonight.”
With no further ado Trevor laid the business end of the crop across the middle of Lois’s buttocks. She shrieked and struggled against her binds, and Jon went to stand beside her head. He knelt and turned her face toward him. She stared into his eyes and calmed.
“Cause and effect, sweetheart.”
Trevor gave her nine more strokes, never overlapping a one, the pink welts contrasting nicely with the overall warming he’d given her. Jon admired the man’s technique. When the other Dom looked to him, Jon nodded. Trevor whispered his hand over Lois’s hot ass and down between her legs.
“Soaking.” The satisfaction in Trevor’s voice was mirrored in Jon’s head. He smiled but shook his head at Trevor’s unspoken query. Nothing for Lois tonight. She had lots to reflect on, and so did he.
“Come to my quarters. I’ll put Lois to bed and we’ll have a beer. I didn’t get to finish mine earlier. We’ll work on the details of little sub’s next night out.”
Chapter Thirteen
Being carried like a sack of potatoes over Jonathon’s shoulder, her abused bottom clearly visible to anyone looking, and there were lots of people still hanging around the club, wasn’t high on Lois’s wish list. She liked to watch, but she still wasn’t so sure about being on display. However, she was supposed to be naked tonight, so maybe this was a way of easing into it. At least her pussy was hairless, personal grooming apparently high on the list of this Lifestyle, or so Jonathon intimated when he made the request. Or the suggestion. Hell, he’d insisted, and while waxing was something she was never going to do again, it did make oral sex much sweeter. And shaving to maintain the smoothness took hardly any time, considering Jonathon assumed that particular responsibility.
The astounding and instant violence of the two big men going at one another like feral beasts still resonated in her head. She hadn’t given a thought to her own safety, merely scrambled to her feet, eluding Patrick’s hand and interposing herself to make it stop. It wasn’t quite like breaking up a squabble between toddlers, but their actions weren’t that dissimilar. She was relieved when they both showed some common sense right away. The idea of Patrick’s censure cut her to the quick. She totally respected that Master and suspected his retribution would have been swift had she not belonged to Jonathon. As it was, Jonathon and Trevor would be in trouble, and rightfully so. Sore bottom aside, she was convinced they acted like jerks. And Trevor nearly compounded it when he mangled his interpretation of Jonathon’s approach and suggested he wasn’t interested in her. Lois wasn’t an old hand at this whole attraction thing, but she knew how it worked. She’d been living the dream for nearly two weeks. If Trevor hadn’t retrieved the situation, Jonathon would have cleaned his clock. But Master Trevor put her in her place, and she allowed it, and got her own way. Mediator. Manipulator. In a good way. She hadn’t lost her touch, and now there were actual rewards.
The spanking she’d expected. Jonathon had been terrified for her safety. She felt it pouring off of him in waves. The crop, not so much, although Trevor, too, had been really concerned. His fist hadn’t missed her left cheek by more than an inch as he swung at Jonathon. She vividly remembered the feeling of his fingers in her sex and wished the experience hadn’t been so fleeting. It shouldn’t have felt so right, but Jonathon was there and allowed it, so it was okay.
And she was going to be put to bed like a child while they discussed the grown-up plans. That was okay, too. They’d take care of her now they’d ironed out their differences. She would look forward to it. The fantasy might take her mind off her sore ass.
The men chatted during the trip back to Jonathon’s quarters, mostly about the other members. The club was rife with gossip, no different than any other organization she belonged to, although book club paled alongside. She smiled against Jonathon’s shoulder. He told Trevor to make himself comfortable and toted her through the bedroom and into the bathroom where he stood her on her feet.
“Use the facilities, Lois.”
She tried to pull the skirt up and bit back a whimper when the material rubbed her tender flesh.
“Sorry, sweetheart.” Jonathon’s deceptively big hands eased the skirt off. She used her hands to support herself while she peed, managing not to put any undue pressure on her ass. He rummaged in the medicine cabinet and turned with a tube in his hand. She expected liniment, but it looked suspiciously like lube. He made room for her at the sink, and she washed her hands and face, then brushed her teeth. She leaned into the vanity for support, suddenly drained of strength.
He instantly caught her and plucked the toothbrush from her hand. The bra went the way of the skirt, and he carried her to the bed. He laid her on her belly, just as Trevor predicted and pulled her boots off. She loved those boots, but they’d be a reminder of tonight. Good a
nd bad. A glob of cold gel anointed one buttock and then the other. Jonathon gently rubbed the substance in ever-increasing circles until her entire bottom was covered and the heat less evident.
He kissed the small of her back, right where Trevor had placed his hand to alert her to his intent and soothe her with his presence. “You’ll have a couple marks here to remember Trevor by in the morning, Lois.”
Not much to say to that so she made a noncommittal murmur. The drizzle of lube made her flinch.
“No point in wasting the opportunity, little one. A threesome means ass fucking, and seeing as you’re sleeping belly down tonight, you might as well wear this.”
The plug felt enormous. It was enormous. He added more lube and was gentle but pushed it in without hesitation. She obeyed his instructions to breathe and relax and felt it seat itself in her throat. Oh my god. What was she thinking? The sub being doubly penetrated tonight probably hadn’t been screaming in ecstasy. She’d been in agony. The stretching became more interesting as the nerve endings adjusted to the invasion and calmed. She breathed deeply and didn’t scream for Jonathon to take it out.
He pressed another kiss on her temple. “Sleep well, sweetheart. I’ll be back in a little while.”
She drifted on the brew of congealing emotions and endorphins, the plug both an anchor and a rite of passage. She could hear the sonorous flow of deep male voices in the background planning her debut in ménage. Whatever. She had a lot of wasted years to make up for.
Chapter Fourteen
Jon bit the bullet. He tended to approach problems and women the same way. He assessed the situation and decided on the best plan of attack, cool headed and practical. He solved the issues and brought out the sensual best in subs. His reward was pride in a job well done in either case. Well, the subs came with fringe benefits.
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