Their Temporary Sub [The Doms of Club Mystique 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Mardi Maxwell

  “I don’t want to be shared with anyone else. Ever. Please, Sirs?”

  “Sugar, you just made Luc and me the two happiest men in Texas.” Logan chuckled. “We’re going to enjoy showing you off knowing only we get to touch you.”

  Cassie smiled then brought up the last thing she felt she needed. Space. “I think it would be best if I moved into the hotel at the club. It’s secure.”

  Luc and Logan looked at each other, one brow raised, then Luc lowered his brow and Logan squeezed her hand and asked, “Why don’t you want to stay with us, Cassie?”

  “I’m going to be working with Cade during the day but playing with you at night. It would just feel strange to be living in a house with all of you, too.”

  “You mean Cade, Jackson, and Zane?” Logan asked.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Logan chuckled. “That’s an easy fix, sugar. We’ll just go to our house.”

  “You have a house?” she asked, surprised as one had never been mentioned, and she knew they lived in the ranch house.

  “Sure. Luc and I built a house a couple miles from Club Mystique. We just don’t stay there because it’s easier to stay here,” Logan said.

  “Cade’s housekeeper Jane cooks,” Luc said as he slid her onto Logan’s lap then pulled his cell phone from his pocket and read a text.

  Cassie laughed. “Well, that’s very practical of you.”

  “Katherine cooked for us,” Luc said, then glanced at her before looking away again.

  “She made peanut butter chocolate chip cookies,” Logan said.

  “I have a recipe for those. They’re my favorite,” Cassie said.

  Luc glanced at Logan. A dark brow flicked up then down, and Logan said, “We’ll move to our house tonight and you can make them.”

  “Won’t you have to open the house?” she asked. Then, seeing their puzzled looks she said, “You know, get it ready to be lived in?”

  “We have a housekeeper,” Luc said.

  “Her name is Isabella and she’s really hot but she doesn’t cook,” Logan said. “Or do windows.”

  “She’s a Marine,” Luc said.

  “She said she wasn’t cooking for any sorry bastards,” Logan said.

  “Like you and Luc?” Cassie asked then realized what she had implied when Luc looked at her, a black brow raised, eyes narrowed. “Sorry, I meant Isabella’s a Marine like you and Logan and she doesn’t want to cook for any more soldiers.”

  “Not soldiers, Marines,” Logan said. “She’s meaner, though. She made us build her a house of her own because she said we were sick bastards for spanking bad little subs and then fucking them together.”

  Cassie burst into gales of laughter. Leaning against Logan she wiped her eyes and said, “I can hardly wait to meet her.”

  “She’ll try to take you away from us,” Luc said as he finished sending a text and put his phone away while sending Logan another unspoken message.

  “Yeah, Isabella says if anyone’s getting their ass slapped it isn’t going to be a woman on her watch,” Logan said. “She just doesn’t understand the whole D/s dynamic.”

  “She’s needs a good spanking,” Luc added.

  “Don’t go there, bro. If you even tried she’d beat the shit out of me with the broom again thinking I was you,” Logan said.

  Luc’s eyes crinkled and Cassie laughed again. There was a story behind that look.

  “We want to fuck you,” Luc said, the extreme calmness of his voice giving away how important her answer was to him.

  “Luc and I both had checkups yesterday. We’re clean,” Logan said. “Are you on the pill?”

  “The shot, and I just had an annual physical three months ago. I haven’t been with anyone.”

  “When was the last time you were with someone?” Luc asked.

  Cassie looked down, then looked at Luc, forcing herself to meet his eyes. “Eight years ago.”

  Logan ran his hands up and down her arms then said, “Luc and I are honored that you trust us not to harm you, sugar. We’ll never betray that trust.”

  Cassie tried but failed to keep the tears from her eyes as her lower lip quivered. She closed her eyes and felt a tear slide down her cheek as another pair of arms surrounded her. Two hard chests pressed against her, one against her back the other against her breasts. She slid her arms around Luc’s lean waist and buried her head against his neck. Luc nudged her face up, used a tissue to dry her cheeks, and then held it to her nose. “Blow.”

  She reached for the tissue but dropped her hand when he gave her a narrow-eyed warning glare. She let him have his way then leaned back. “I’m not a baby, Luc.”

  “Sure you are. You’re our sugar baby.” He brushed his lips over her mouth.

  “We want to play with you, spank you, tease you, and make you scream with pleasure when we fuck you,” Logan said.

  “Yes, I want that, too, Sir, but I’m not sure I can give that to you. What if I can’t?”

  Logan smiled. “We’ll take it one day at a time, sugar. You’re going to be okay. Luc and I are proud of how well you’ve taken care of yourself and protected the people who care about you. From now on, though, we’re in charge of doing that for you. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Logan.”

  “Good, sugar. Now, come on and I’ll help you pack,” Logan said.

  “I’ll call Isabella,” Luc said.

  “Won’t do any good.” Logan glanced at his watch. “By now she has a drink in her hand and she’s watching her shows.”

  Concerned, Cassie asked, “Isabella drinks?”

  “Yeah, a scotch every night. She says we drove her to it,” Logan said, “but I think she drank before she met us. We’re not allowed at her house.”

  “She smokes cigars,” Luc said.

  “Cigars?” Cassie asked, surprised.

  “Yeah. They smell like horse manure,” Logan said. “She was stinking up our house so we built her house a mile away.”

  “Downwind,” Luc said.

  Zane spoke up from his position behind Cade’s desk. “All right, I have enough to get something on paper for you.”

  Cassie blushed then laughed. “Sorry, Zane. I guess we forgot you were still taking notes.”

  Zane smiled. “That’s okay, Cassie.” Now, I want to read this back to you and make sure you agree with it.”

  “Okay, thank you, Zane,” Cassie said.

  Zane listed the rules and what each of them expected from the three-month contract.

  “Yes, that’s what I want,” Cassie said as Luc and Logan nodded in agreement.

  “Okay, then, I’ll fax the contract to the club in a couple days.”

  “Great.” Logan stood and pulled Cassie up next to him. “I’m going to help Cassie get her things.”

  “I want to see the lingerie,” Luc said.

  “Luc likes lingerie,” Logan said.

  “No, I don’t. I like girls in lingerie. There’s a difference.”

  And, here we go again with the bickering, Cassie thought as she smiled at Zane then hurried to catch up to Luc and Logan.

  They got in her way while she packed but Luc included the lingerie.

  * * * *

  Cassie looked around curiously and realized Luc and Logan’s house looked like a replica of a huge antebellum house. Soft lights glowed on a broad porch that stretched across the front of the home with an ornate balcony above it. She followed Luc and Logan up two steps and across the porch. They each carried part of her luggage, leaving her free to look around.

  Luc turned the knob, dipped his head down, and slid his lips over hers before pushing the door open and nudging her forward. As she passed Logan, he leaned down and kissed her then nuzzled her neck. Cassie smiled and stepped into the large foyer. A pair of paneled doors to her left led into a formal dining room while a twin set of doors to her right led into a formal living room. A large curving staircase was directly in front of her with a hall on each side leading to the back of the house. The entry
was empty other than a large round table with a floral arrangement on it and two armless upholstered chairs, one on each side of the hallway against the wall. Behind her she heard Luc and Logan chuckle and then the sound of her luggage hitting the floor.

  “Cassandra, strip,” Luc said.

  Cassie spun around then stepped back. The Dominating Duo was back. Hiding her smile, she untied the bow on the side of her aqua wrap dress then undid the single button that held it together on the inside and shrugged it from her shoulders. She let it fall to the floor behind her.

  Luc drew in a deep breath. “Damn, sugar. You look amazing.” He walked around her, sweeping his fingers over her golden skin and seeing goose bumps rise on her skin. “Where did you find this?” he asked as he touched the cup of her bra that was a light pink lacy flower with satiny green vines as straps.

  “I made it, Luc,” she told him. “It’s my hobby.”

  “Some hobby,” Logan said, kneeling down to get a closer look at her thong. Another lacy flower covered her bare mound and he could see her satiny skin through it. He ran his finger under one of the vine-shaped straps that circled her hips then leaned around her and traced the vine that disappeared between her ass cheeks. He chuckled when she shivered with arousal. “I’m beginning to see your fascination with lingerie, Luc.”

  “Not lingerie. Girls in lingerie,” Luc said absently as he traced his finger over the pink nipple that stuck through the opening in the cup of the bra. He flicked his finger over it and watched as it hardened then he pinched it between two fingers.

  Cassie squeaked with pain then sucked in a shallow breath and leaned into Luc’s hand. He tightened his fingers then bent down and surrounded her nipple with his lips. Cassie slid her fingers into his hair and he tightened his arms around her waist, and pulled her to him until their pelvises were pressed together. As he bent her back over his arm, Cassie was distracted by the wonderful feelings rushing through her as Luc sucked and nibbled on her nipple while pinching the other one. He lifted his head, his eyes staring into hers as he unhooked the front closure then pushed the bra from her shoulders. Without stopping, he slid his hands down her body and pushed her thong from her hips. She stepped out of them when he tapped her right hip.

  “Knees, sugar,” Logan said. “I’m going to show you how we want you to greet us.”

  Logan moved behind her as Luc stepped back, his eyes blazing greener than she had ever seen them. She lowered herself to her knees, but kept her eyes focused on his.

  “Knees spread wide so we can see our pussy,” Logan said. “Good, sugar. Now, hands resting on your thighs, palms up, eyes down.” Logan walked around her, adjusted her shoulders back so her breasts were lifted, then slid a finger beneath her chin and tipped her head up. He smoothed his hand over her hair. “Perfect, sugar.”

  “Beautiful,” Luc said.

  “When we enter, you will wait until we tell you to look at us and only then will you raise your eyes. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sirs,” Cassie said, her gaze on their boots.

  “Excellent. Now, look at us,” Logan said.

  Cassie slowly raised her eyes upward and knew she would never grow tired of looking at them. They stood in front of her, legs spread apart, arms crossed over their chests. Their jeans were old and faded and the T-shirts they wore were tight and clung to their bodies like a second skin. Two identical faces looked down at her, eyes blazing with arousal, cheeks and chins dark with a five o’clock shadow. Their hair was blue-black and shaggy as if they couldn’t be bothered to take the time to get it cut.

  “Good. Now, tell us about last night,” Luc said.

  “Um, what about it?” she asked even though she knew they wanted to know how she’d relieved the aching arousal they’d forced her to endure for twenty-four hours.

  “Cassandra,” Luc said, his voice uncompromising with a hint of warning, “have you forgotten the rules?”

  She shivered and started talking. “No, Luc.”

  When Luc cocked a brow at her, she licked her lips, pressed them together for a moment, and then said, “Sir. No, Sir. Um, well, I took a shower and, you know?” She shrugged.

  “This is going to take a while,” Logan said as he moved to his right, grabbed the chair, then pulled it to a position a few feet in front of Cassie with the back facing toward her. He straddled it, laid his crossed arms on the back, and rested his chin on them. Luc moved his chair next to Logan then copied his posture.

  “Cassandra, look at me,” Luc said.

  Cassie met Luc’s eyes, glanced at Logan, then looked back at Luc.

  “You’re a beautiful, sexy woman and you can do this,” Luc said. “Now, you were in the shower and—” He waved his hand at her, indicating she should continue.

  Cassie licked her lips then swallowed. “I washed my hair and conditioned it and then I used the vanilla and lavender gel I like. It smells really wonderful and it’s really creamy. I like the way it feels on my skin,” she said, then glanced at Logan again. Having two hot guys totally focused on her and every word she said was surprisingly arousing. Getting into the spirit of this scene, because that was what this was, she corrected her posture and softened her voice. “I smoothed it all over, especially over my breasts and my nipples. I brushed the sides of my breasts with my fingertips because that always makes my nipples really hard. I did that over and over, really softly, and then I started pinching them. Sort of softly at first but then harder, because I like that, too. It really arouses me.” She swallowed, took a deep breath, and licked her lips again. Luc’s eyes tracked over every wet centimeter. She took another deep breath and smelled her own arousal and wondered if they could smell it, too.

  “Do that,” Logan said, his voice raspy.

  “What?” she asked. “Uh, Sir.”

  “Touch your breasts,” Logan said.

  “Now, Cassandra,” Luc said, his voice a definite command.

  Cassie’s eyes flew to Luc and he held her gaze as she slid her hands to her breasts and cupped them. His eyes dropped to her hands and she swore she could feel the heat of his gaze warming her breasts. She gave them a little squeeze then drifted her fingertips over the sides of her breasts and felt her nipples harden. She pinched each nipple and moaned. “Then, I ran my hands down my belly to my pussy, like this.” She stroked her hands down until she reached her bare mound. “I like to touch myself, all over.” Panting, heart pounding, she rose up onto her knees, her body arched back, as she slid her hands between her legs. She moaned and let her head fall back as she stroked her fingers over her clit.

  She heard Luc shift, then Logan, and she knew they were adjusting their cocks in their jeans. She opened her eyes and watched them watching her pleasure herself and admitted she could be a total exhibitionist for them.

  “Did you finger yourself?”

  Breathless, on the verge of an orgasm, it took her a moment to form words. “Yes, Logan.”

  “Do that,” Luc said.

  Cassie blinked, fluttered her lashes down, and then slid one finger into her pussy.

  “Only one finger?” Logan sounded disappointed.

  “No, two.”

  “Use two,” Luc said.

  “Did you use both hands?” Logan asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Show us,” Luc said.

  Cassie used two fingers to stretch the lips of her pussy open as she stroked her middle finger over her clit and fingered herself with two fingers of her other hand. Panting, moaning, she arched her body and pumped her hips against her hands on the verge of an orgasm.

  “Stop, Cassandra,” Luc said.

  Lost in the wonderful sensations rushing through her body, she moaned and continued to touch herself, just a couple strokes away from an orgasm.

  “Cassandra, stop now,” Logan said.

  She froze, her eyes flying open and ping-ponging between Luc and Logan. Thinking fast on her knees she asked, “But, don’t you want to see me come?” she asked, while thinking please, please,
please, say yes.

  “Yes, we do,” Logan said.

  Thank god.

  “Later,” Luc said.

  For a moment she wondered what they would do if she ignored them and gave herself those last few strokes, then seeing the expressions on their faces, she slowly drew her hands away from her pussy. She lowered her body then rested her hands on her knees, palms up, fingers wet with her juices.

  Luc and Logan stood then lifted her to her feet. Cassie watched in awe as they each took a hand and licked her fingers clean.

  “Good girl.” Luc brushed his lips over hers before deepening the kiss. “You’ve pleased me.”

  “You’re as sweet as sugar.” Logan pulled her into his arms and brushed his lips over hers then deepened the kiss. When he raised his head, he smiled at her, then said, “Tell us what rules you just broke, sugar.”

  Cassie reviewed the rules then said, “Forgetting to address you properly?”

  “Yes, that’s two swats,” Logan said. “What else?”

  “For speaking without permission?”

  “Yes. That’s two more.” Luc stroked his hand down her hair then nuzzled her neck. “Bend over the table and spread your legs, Cassandra.”

  Cassie hesitated then took the few steps required to reach the table. It was an act of trust on her part and she realized it. She slowly widened her stance then bent over and rested her arms on the table. She laid her cheek on the cool surface, but kept her eyes on Luc. He moved up behind her then swatted her on the ass twice. Then Logan swatted her twice. Together they rubbed and squeezed her ass.

  “Your ass is such a pretty shade of pink, sugar.” Luc lifted her into his arms. “Shower, then cookies.”

  “You want me to bake cookies tonight?”

  “We’ll help.” Logan followed them up the stairs and down the hallway to a set of double doors at the end of the hall. Luc kicked them open and carried her across the threshold.

  “Wow!” Cassie looked around as Luc set her on her feet. The room was huge and probably took up the entire back of the house. To her right was a large sitting area and to her left the biggest bed she had ever seen. It was a replica of the four-poster canopy bed in Luc’s room at the ranch, but bigger. A lot bigger! The wall across from her was almost entirely made of windows draped in what looked like silk in a taupe color. The walls were charcoal-gray with panels trimmed in white. Each paneled area held a large colorful landscape. The carpet was a soft silvery gray, trimmed in a wide black-and-white band. The accent color was a soft, faded blue that somehow blended in and stood out at the same time. The color scheme was exactly the same as Luc’s room at the ranch house and she’d bet anything that Logan’s room there was the same.