When they approached one of the St. Andrew’s crosses, Grayson moved to pull her in front of him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back until she leaned on his chest.
A slim blonde-headed woman was tied to the cross whilst a tall dark-haired man was wielding a whip, striking it against her back and ass. Another man stood on the other side of the cross and watched. She was moaning softly as the leather of the whip kissed her back, leaving behind small marks.
“That is Wolf,” Grayson said in her ear. “He is the owner of the club, and the woman is Joanne, one of the single subs. She is a bit of a pain slut. Wolf is a master with the whip, but he rarely does a scene.”
“Who is the other man?”
“That is Wolf’s partner Hawk. They were in the marines together. They like to share subs on occasion, but Wolf always has back up when using the whip.”
“Why?” Grayson pinched her ear with his teeth. She knew she was supposed to keep quiet, but the scene had bought forth so many questions, she didn’t think or know to ask before.
“Sometimes when in an intense scene as this one, the sub goes into subspace. Wolf has a watcher to make sure that the sub is safe and not in too deep, and can’t safe word.”
Kate thought that made sense. It was a beautiful scene to watch. The whip was a braided leather bullwhip with a teardrop-shaped head. Wolf looked so graceful, it was almost like a dance. It did nothing for Kate sexually, and she knew that it would remain as one of her hard limits.
They moved on and further toward the back of the room. They entered a corridor, which was lined with doors, and stopped at the second one along. Grayson pulled Kate around to face him and lifted her chin to look up at him.
“It is time for our scene, little girl,” he told her. “When we enter the room, you are to remove all your clothes and kneel on the pillow by the door then wait for further instruction.”
Kate sucked in a big breath before saying, “Yes, Master Grayson.” She then entered the room and followed his instructions. Once she was naked and kneeling on the pillow, she tried to sneakily look around the room.
It was a surgical room. White painted walls made the room bright and clinical. There was a padded exam table in the middle of the room, complete with stirrups and small stool that had wheels on the bottom. It looked much like any doctors’ rooms she had been to except for the big window on the wall for people to watch and all the straps hanging from the bed.
Kate was uncertain about the thought of people watching. Already she could see faces peeking through the window at her, and it made her feel self-conscious, kneeling naked on a pillow. She was on the edge of a panic attack when Brock moved to stand in front of her.
“Our little sub doesn’t like to be watched. She is close to freaking out,” Brock told his brothers. “Let’s get this moving to take her mind off it.”
“Come here, sub,” Pierson called. She slowly got to her feet and walked over to stand in front of the exam table. She let out a tiny squeak as Pierson lifted onto the table. He put his hand in the middle of her chest and slowly pushed her back until she lay down, and then lifted her feet and put them in the stirrups.
Kate couldn’t take her eyes from the face that watched her through the window. Pierson started to strap her down onto the table. From this angle they would soon be able to see everything. The moment Pierson moved, her naked girly bits would all be open to their gaze. Her breathing increased and her chest rose and fell rapidly.
“Look at me, sub.” Pierson’s harsh voice cut through her panic. He was using his Dom voice, and her eyes snapped to his. It calmed her immediately, and she was able to slow her breathing. She looked into his soulful nutmeg eyes.
“Pass me a blindfold, Grayson,” Pierson asked. She saw Grayson hand him the small black blindfold, and when Pierson leaned forward and placed it on her head her world went black. She wasn’t sure if it was going to help though. She still knew they were there, even if she couldn’t see them.
* * * *
Pierson smiled as he arranged the blindfold over Kate’s eyes. He started to talk nonsense to her, making her focus on his voice and forget that she had an audience. The brothers considered closing the curtain, but being watched was on her soft limits and they wanted to push her a little.
They would shut the blinds if it all got too much, but for the moment, they would try it this way. He didn’t want to push her too far and have her safe word on them. Pierson would watch her closely.
He went back to strapping her down, legs first, and then made his way up her body. Pierson couldn’t help teasing a nipple as he strapped down her torso and shoulders. She moaned softly, and her rosy nipples hardened as he tweaked and pulled on them.
Pierson leaned forward and took her hard bud into his mouth and suckled. Kate had amazing tits. Pierson could pay homage to them all night. He felt her try to shift and wiggle, but the straps of the exam table prevented any movement.
Pierson’s went from semihard to hard as a rock in an instant. Kate was at his mercy and he loved it. Strapped down and vulnerable, the trust she gave the three brothers was huge, and he wasn’t about to abuse it.
His heart expanded as the love he felt for this woman ramped up his arousal. They had finally found a woman that not only liked all three of them, but also was willing to place her pleasure in their hands.
Pierson moved away from Kate and her delectable nipples and sat down on one of the rolling stools. It placed him face level with Kate’s most intimate area. Moving the stirrups apart, he widened her legs as wide as they would go and then locked them into place.
“She’s ready,” he told Brock and Grayson. They had opened the toy bag and used the instrument tray to lay out their favorite toys. They planned on torturing their little sub until she had come time and again.
“Move over, Brother,” Grayson said. “Our little sub needs some attention.”
Pierson rolled his chair back, but stayed where he could watch what Grayson had planned. When Grayson rolled his chair forward, he wasted no time. Moving in, Grayson planted his face straight into Kate’s wet welcoming pussy and swiped his tongue from ass to clit.
Pierson heard Kate cry out and then moan when Grayson repeated the move. Grayson loved going down on a woman and could be at it all night. It was a shame they had only booked the room for two hours. There was so much that they wanted to do their hot little sub.
Pierson looked over at Brock. He was standing to Grayson’s left, his eyes riveted on Kate’s body. The look of longing and lust on his younger brother’s face probably mirrored his own, and he knew just what Brock was thinking. Piece by piece, little by little, Kate had stolen each of his brother’s hearts.
Kate started to mewl softly the closer and closer Grayson bought her to orgasm. When the mewling turned to moans, Grayson ramped up the heat. Kate started jerking in her bonds as she got closer and closer to release.
Pierson was tempted to undo his pants and palm his throbbing erection. Watching Kate as she rushed toward completion was an erotic sight and Pierson was so turned on, he was tempted to throw his big brother out of the way and drive his cock home in her warm welcoming heat. Where was his damned Dom control now?
Kate screamed out with an ear-piercing intensity as her orgasm raced through her body. Pierson watched as her body flushed pink with her release. Fuck, she was hot when she came. He would never get enough of her. He’d have to keep her naked and aroused at all times for his viewing pleasure.
After Grayson gently bought her down from her first orgasm of the night, he rolled his chair back and moved away, so Brock could take his place.
“Thank you, love,” Grayson said. “That was beautiful.” He leaned down and kissed her lips gently before pulling away. Kate panted, her chest rising and falling, but she remained silent.
Brock picked up one of the small vibrating butt plugs and, after removing the one she was wearing, slowly slipped it into place. Pierson saw Kate jump when Brock turned it on. He lo
oked up at her face and saw that she was biting her lip. He smiled to himself and wondered what other toys they could try out on her. She was so new to everything, and it made the toys so much more fun to play with.
Brock then picked up a large purple vibrator in the shape of a real penis. It even had large veins running down the stalk and a huge mushroom-shaped head. Pierson watched as Brock switched it on and started to tease Kate’s pussy with the head. He slowly ran it over her lips and clit, wetting it in the process.
Kate cried out as Brock slowly started to slip the large phallus into her tight channel. Pierson moved forward for a closer look as Brock started to move it in and out. Her lips were stretched wide to accommodate the vibrator’s size, and Pierson couldn’t help but envision his cock in place of the fake one.
Brock worked the phallus in Kate’s pussy, as the bullet vibrated in her tight back channel. The double sensation Kate was receiving would drive her quickly toward her second release.
“Oh y–yes p–please,” She stammered. “I–I can’t. It feels so—it’s too much.”
Brock continued his ministrations, and it wasn’t long before she was screaming again, her whole body shaking with the strength of her completion. He slowed his movements and then gradually removed the vibrator and switched off the bullet.
Kate was covered in sweat, her body gleaming in the light. Her nipples were hard little rocks, and her pussy was dripping with her desire. Her whole body was flushed, and as Brock moved back, Pierson rolled his chair forward into position.
“One more, little darling,” he told her. “And then we’ll let you down. What color are you?”
“Oh no. I don’t think I can. Not again. Please.” She begged so beautifully, and her words shot straight to his cock. Pierson gave her a quick, sharp slap to her inner thigh, and Kate sucked in a breath.
“That’s not what I asked you, sub,” he said, his voice stern and deep.
“Oh, um.”
“Use your colors, Kate, and do it now.” Pierson wasn’t worried that she would safe word, but he needed her to tell him she was still good to go. He could tell she was still aroused from the way her nipples remained hard and her little pink tongue darted out to sweep at her lower lip.
“Green, Master Pierson.”
“Good girl.”
Pierson rewarded Kate by swiping his tongue across her engorged clit and making her moan ungracefully. He inserted one long finger into her wet channel and hooked it back, searching around for the spongy spot inside. Kate jerked and cried out as he tickled it with his finger and used his tongue on her pearly bud to ramp up her arousal.
When she was begging and crying out for release, he pulled a condom from the tray and quickly rolled it onto his cock. He wasted no time in standing and kicking away the chair before slamming to the hilt, his cock so deep he pressed against her womb.
Pierson rode her hard, driving his hard length inside her tight heat. The rest of the world was forgotten in the background, as he lost himself in Kate’s body. Each and every time they came together it was more mind-blowing than the last.
He leaned forward and latched his mouth onto one of her hard pink nipples and suckled. Reaching down, he swiped his finger back and forth over her sensitive clit.
“Come for me, little darling,” he said. “Your pussy is so amazingly tight. Don’t make me wait.”
“Yes, god. Pierson, please,” she answered and then screamed his name as her third orgasm washed through her body, clamping her muscles down on his cock.
Pierson could hold off no longer. Slamming into her once, twice, he roared her name and came. Jets of cum erupted from his cock, filling the condom in her hot channel and leaving him sated.
He slowly removed his deflating cock and stood back, his chest rising and falling rapidly from his exertions. Brock and Grayson moved in and removed the straps from Kate’s body and removed her blindfold.
Grayson wrapped Kate in a towel as Brock cleaned up the room and packed away their belongings. Pierson cleaned up and then tucked himself back into his pants. Following his brothers from the room, Pierson watched Kate snuggle in his Grayson’s arms. She wore a happy, content smile, but her eyes remained closed.
Pierson’s breathing slowly returned to normal as they walked from the club, Kate safely wrapped in a blanket. Pierson was glad they had come. Not only because the sex had been amazing, but also because they had been able to show Kate more of their lifestyle and she hadn’t freaked out, but let them broaden her experiences. She was their match in every way. Now they just had to convince her of it.
Chapter Thirteen
Grayson held Kate on his lap as Pierson drove them all home. She had been amazing at the club, and he couldn’t wait to get her home and fuck her all over again. They would have to wait though. She needed rest after her big adventure, and they had already wrung three orgasms out of the woman.
He pulled her in closer to his body and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. She shifted and mumbled something unintelligible, but didn’t wake up. Fuck, she was going to kill him when she walked away. He knew he shouldn’t have let himself get so invested in her, but she had gotten under his skin with her fiery attitude and sassy mouth.
When she had let the brothers take control and her submissive side rose to the surface, he was lost. He had freaked out the other night at her little apartment. He hadn’t wanted to fall that fast, but he had and then he was running scared.
But the thought of losing her had hardened his resolve, and now nothing short of a shotgun was going to tear her from his arms. He keep telling himself that she was safe, but if the brothers hadn’t been there that night, Kate could have been killed and that would have haunted him for a long time to come.
Pierson pulled into their driveway and into the garage. When the car had stopped, Grayson got out, Kate still cradled in his arms. He entered the dark house and walked her upstairs and into the master suite, his brothers hot on his heels.
“I’ll run her a bath,” Brock said. “Then we can put her to bed.”
Grayson sat on the edge of the bed before replying. “Good idea. She needs a good soak so she isn’t sore tomorrow.”
“I’ll go and have a shower in my room,” Pierson said before backing out of the room again. Pierson looked like the cat that ate the canary with the smirk he wore. He was the only one of them who had had any release tonight, and even though that was prearranged, Grayson still wanted to wipe the smug look off his brother’s face.
His cock was still throbbing in his pants, and no matter how much he kept telling himself that Kate’s needs came first, it didn’t want to listen. Brock would be in much the same state, but he hadn’t complained.
“Bath’s ready,” Brock called out. “Bring her in.”
Grayson stood and went into the bathroom. The smell of lavender hit him the moment he entered. Brock must have put something in the water. Brock sat on the edge of the tub and swirled his hand through the water. He was naked, and Grayson assumed he had plans to get in. Too bad, Grayson was getting in, too. He had no intention of giving up his little burden.
The bath was big enough to hold all of them with plenty of space. The entire bathroom was designed with that in mind. They had decked it out in opulent white tiles and frosted glass paneling.
The shower had multiple heads and took up nearly the whole back wall. The vanity and mirrors sat to the right of the door with two sinks and a large wooden mirror above. The huge bath sat across from the vanity, and a china bowl sat directly to the left of the door.
Grayson loved the bathroom. It contained everything a woman would need. They had gone as far as to ask around to see what a modern woman would want in her bathroom. Apparently lighting played a huge part. They had added special lights behind the mirror, and the main lighting could be turned down for mood.
“Help me get rid of this blanket,” Grayson told Brock. “Then get in and I’ll pass her to you whilst I get undressed. Then you can give her back.”
“Feeling a little territorial, are we?” Brock teased him. Grayson’s back stiffened, but then relaxed again. Yes, he was feeling a little possessive tonight. Not toward his brothers. He just had this need to hold her and didn’t want to let go.
His brother helped remove the blanket and plonked down into the water with a splash. Grayson reluctantly lowered Kate into his arms and then stripped off his jeans and boots. He had removed his shirt when they were in the surgical room at the club.
Getting into the tub on the other side of Brock, he held out his arms and waited for his brother to pass her back. Kate opened her eyes when she was transferred back into his arms and gave him a lazy, sated smile.
“Back with us, love,” he said and then asked, “How are you feeling?”
“Good, really good. When can we do it again?”
Grayson chuckled and gave her a squeeze. “Insatiable wench.”
He leaned down and took her lips, slowly running his tongue across hers until she opened for him. Grayson deepened the kiss and tangled their tongues, drawing a moan from Kate. She swiveled in his arm until she straddled his waist, her warm pussy resting snug against his hard length.
He reached down and palmed her full butt cheeks in his hands and pushed her closer, grinding her up and down his shaft.
“Shit, love,” he said. “You make me so hot.”
“Yes, Grayson. I need you. Please,” she begged. She was still rubbing her heat along his cock, her full tits rising in and out of the water like a peep show.
“Yeah, Grayson,” Brock chimed in. “She needs us. Let’s wash her quickly and take her to bed.”
“Good plan, Master Brock,” Kate said.
They quickly washed, Grayson running his hands all over Kate’s body in the process, making her squirm. When he got to her pussy, he paid it extra attention, rubbing his fingers through her lips and tickling her clit.
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