Rescued by a Dom and a Sub

by Eileen Green

  “It’s one of my favorite rooms. I discovered it at a club in Montana and loved the design. It’s the ski chalet,” Alex explained. “I hope you enjoy it.”

  Shane shook hands with Alex as he offered his thanks. “I’m sure we will.”

  “Off to make the rounds,” Alex spoke before turning and wandering off to another trio.

  Excitement coursed through Jeremy’s veins as he felt Clara shiver. He slipped his arm around her waist. She looked up at him and gave him a small smile. Jeremy could understand her apprehension. This was a whole new world to her.

  Tate smiled. “It was good to meet both of you, Clara and Jeremy. I have a sub to tie up and hang. We’ll see you guys later.”

  “Can I speak with you for a moment, Tate?” Shane asked before turning to Jeremy. “Why don’t you grab some bottles of water from the snack bar with Clara and meet me at the stairs.”

  Nodding, Jeremy led Clara over to the snack bar where they both picked up bottles of water and a few healthy snacks and a box to carry them up the stairs. Only a few minutes passed as they waited for Shane. Jeremy knew Shane would be in conversation a bit longer when Shane nodded toward the stairs and then upward. Their Dom wanted them to go on up.

  * * * *

  Trepidation warred with the excitement Clara felt as they climbed the stairs toward her first foray into the world of BDSM. The stairs seemed endless as they moved upward, especially since the near two-story climb was visible by everyone in the club. To Clara, it felt as if everyone was watching them, knowing what they were going to be doing. She had been brought up a bit old-fashioned where sex was confined to the bedroom, and you never discussed it with anyone.

  Putting bare foot after bare foot on first the steel steps and then the plush carpet that lined the hallway, Clara let her legs take her to the next part of her journey with Shane and Jeremy.

  They moved into the main hallway that ran between walls that ran the length of the second floor, known as the private rooms. Doors and windows lined the walls, which Clara found to be odd. Why would there be windows to private rooms? Putting that question aside for now, she followed Jeremy to a room that had a label on the door. Ski Lodge.

  The window to the room was curtained so no one could see in, which was a relief. Jeremy opened the door and stepped into the room, holding the door open for her.

  Hot cocoa and wood aromas tickled her nose as she looked around the room. It was a brief moment before the door closed behind her. A shiver ran through her, and Clara had to hope she was making a good decision.

  All the walls in the room were lined with logs, only broken by doors or windows. The latter was plural because two of the walls had fake windows that had paintings of ski slopes with pine tree branches outlining the scene. The large window that faced the hallway had a curtain over it, but the material matched the décor of the room.

  A four-poster king-size bed was against one wall, under one of the fake windows while a wood burning stove sat on another wall, with flames crackling inside now, between two false windows. In one corner, a pair of skis stood in the form of an X, like the St. Andrew’s crosses she had seen downstairs. In another corner sat what appeared to be a sawhorse with leather padding across the top of it and with four smaller padded platforms, two on each side. In another corner sat a rustic wooden chair that looked as if the arms were made of small branches of trees. However, a large section of the chair was cut out of the seat part of it, giving Clara that impression that the groin area would be left exposed if a person sat in it while naked.

  A door on the wall that faced the bed was a door with rustic hardware. She was certain if she could move her body, she would see the door that they had just entered through would have the same rustic hardware and wooden finish at the other door.

  “Wow,” she whispered as she took it all in.

  “I know. Someone must make a lot of money doing the decorating for these rooms,” Jeremy observed. “I was looking at some of the names of the rooms as we came down the hall, and they all have different themes.”

  She didn’t know how long she had stood there, but when Jeremy appeared before her, she nearly jumped out of her skin. He took the bottles of water from her and set them on the small table that was next to the other door before he peeked in the door.

  “Bathroom. And it is nice,” he said, waggling his eyebrows at her. “Has a hot tub.”

  Jeremy was a serious person for the most part, but he could make her laugh or smile out of the blue. This was one of those moments. She couldn’t contain the giggle that had bubbled up within her.

  “I think we should get ready to present ourselves to our Dom.” Jeremy stepped up to her and took her hands in his as he made his suggestion. “You are absolutely beautiful in that dress, Clara. But you are even more beautiful without it. Turn around for me.”

  Doing as she was instructed, she let her eyes land on the white curtains on the window that would allow an audience if they were opened. Would she ever be able to perform a scene in front of a bunch of people? She knew Jeremy would. And Shane had worked with subs in the past at the club, so she didn’t think he’d have a problem.

  There was always a niggling question in the back of her head. Would she be able to live up to all Shane expected of her?

  The brush of soft lips on her shoulder brought her out of her head. Jeremy had managed to remove the dress from her, leaving her totally naked.

  She still felt uncomfortable being naked in front of them because of her upbringing, but she also still had cuts in various place that were freshly healed. The scars bothered her.

  Vanity wasn’t a strong suit for her. There were days she went to work without make-up. There were days she preferred to wear yoga pants and a baggy sweatshirt when she went to the store or ran errands. However, the scars were something she would have to wear for the rest of her life, and that was what irritated her. They were going to be a constant reminder of her parents’ deaths, and what she had gone through with the accident. Reminders she didn’t want to live with.

  “Clear your mind, sweetie,” Jeremy whispered in her ear. “When we’re in a room such as this, or in our own home, you are never to think of what is going on in the outside world. You’re not to let our Master know you are thinking of anything else besides making him, and well, all of us happy.”

  Clara swallowed her sorrow as she nodded. It was hard not to think about things, but she knew Shane deserved their undivided attention and love. She also knew that dwelling on the past wasn’t healthy.

  Turning to look at Jeremy, she found he had undressed also. She felt guilty that she had been so caught up in herself that she hadn’t realized what he had achieved.

  God, he’s magnificent!

  Not as bulky as Shane, Jeremy was still magnificent to gaze upon. Muscular shoulders flowed down into a chiseled chest with dark nipples Clara wanted to draw between her teeth. From there, his torso tapered down to his waist and then below that, a six-pack that put many men to shame. His hips were slimmer, but his thighs were thicker with muscle. Clara knew he was a runner and a swimmer. His muscles had developed in a different way than Shane’s.

  Last night when they had made love, Clara hadn’t been able to fully appreciate her men’s bodies. She had seen them briefly, felt them. But wasn’t able to fully let her visual senses be appeased. Now, she was able to.

  Placing her hand on Jeremy’s left bicep, she felt the hardened muscle beneath his skin. From there, she moved her hand up over his shoulder and then she moved around to his back. She found more muscle in his back. Stepping back just a bit, she looked down at his ass.

  How did I get so lucky?

  His muscles formed a bubble on both cheeks which she loved. Clara moved her hand down his back to his butt and let her fingers glide over the smooth skin there. Jeremy quivered at her touch as a small moan escaped him.

  Leaning in, she kissed the middle of his back before she moved back around to the front of him, her hand still exploring. Once
she was in front of him again, she looked down at his gorgeous cock that was throbbing in anticipation of their Master’s entrance. She then smiled up at him.

  “You’re ready for him, aren’t you?” she asked innocently.

  He grasped both her shoulders gently, returning her smile. “This isn’t all for him, sweetheart. You do this to me just as much as he does. Just like I know that the dampness between your thighs isn’t only for him.”

  Jeremy leaned down and captured her lips with his, giving her a swift, searing kiss before he pulled back. Releasing her, he helped her into her presenting pose on the floor.

  Anticipation and trepidation warred with each other within her belly as time slowed. Everything seemed as if it was going in slow motion, right down to her heartbeat. Even as Jeremy knelt next to her, he appeared to move painstakingly slow. She never imagined that a person would actually experience such a phenomenon, but she was.

  Closing her eyes, she waited and prayed she would please Shane.

  Chapter Eleven

  Why in the hell would so many people be going into a warehouse at this time of night?

  The building was nondescript, but the sign on the window had a picture of a tiger on it. No wording accompanied the picture to indicate what kind of business it was.

  Sitting in his car was becoming boring. The idea of sleeping in another fleabag motel was wearing on him mentally. He was trying to keep a low profile, but he longed for the luxury of his own bed or even a soft, comfortable one along with room service. Fast food or deli sandwiches was what he had been putting into his body in the past few days, and lethargy was beginning to show for it.

  He had always stayed fit from the time he had realized girls wanted boys with muscular bodies. There was no football, baseball, or basketball for him. Instead, there was political science and social studies for him. Following his father into the world of politics was a given, something he knew he would do even in high school, so he always kept his nose to the grindstone with his studies. However, he would go to the gym and workout before he headed off for his education.

  The need to get back into the office, to his normal routine was overwhelming, but he didn’t trust his lackey anymore. That would be taken care of once he was back in Texas.

  Looking at his watch, he saw that the woman and the two men that were deterring him from taking care of her had been in the building for over an hour and a half already. So far, he had only seen people go in, but no one had exited. His curiosity was piqued.

  A car drove past where he sat on the side of the street and pulled into the parking lot. From where he sat, he could see that the car looked expensive. Three people got out and headed toward the front door. Seeing an in, Thomas Mallory quickly got out of his car and jogged over so he could enter behind the small group.

  Most of the groups who had gone in were two men and one woman. This one had two women and one man, the man and one of the women appearing to be led with leashes. What the hell!

  Thomas caught the door as it began to close behind the two women. Entering, he found the lobby to be empty of people save two security guards at the desk to the left of the doors. He planned on following the triad inside as if he was one of them.

  “Good evening, Miss…” the guard closest to the front door began but trailed off when he spotted Thomas. The man looked back at the woman. “New, friend?”

  One woman was taller than Thomas thanks to the red six-inch stilettos she wore. From under the bottom of her black leather trench coat, he could see she was wearing black leather, skin-tight pants. When she looked back at him, he could see she was a beautiful woman with sky blue eyes. She wore little makeup, and her platinum blond hair was pulled back in a severe ponytail.

  A glance down at the man’s legs told Thomas he had on jeans. The other woman was wearing a long fur coat, but her legs beneath the luxurious material were bare. The second woman and man kept their eyes on the first woman with their heads bowed and remained silent.

  These people are freaks!

  “If he was with me, I would have informed Tiger of an extra person.” The woman’s voice was commanding yet soft. She turned to look at Thomas, and it appeared as if she wasn’t approving of him as a person.

  The second guard, a tall man in his thirties rose from his seat and moved toward Thomas. Knowing he had made a mistake coming inside, Thomas turned toward the door and then bolted.

  This part of town was a business park, so it was quiet. The sound of his feet hitting the pavement was loud as he ran. His first instinct was to get to his car and take off. However, the sound of the guard’s running footsteps indicated the man was right behind him.

  Thomas dodged in and out of the cars in the parking lot, trying to lose the guard, yet the man was right on him. All his hopes and dreams could be coming to an end within moments. He needed to do something drastic.

  * * * *

  Shane thought his conversation with Tate was never going to end. All he could think about was his two subs upstairs waiting for him. The conversation had given an insight into Clara’s brother providing the direction Shane would need to take with the situation.

  Now, standing at the door of the room he had been provided, Shane took a deep breath before opening it. The room itself barely registered as his gaze landed upon the bare bodies of Clara and Jeremy, both in a presenting pose.

  They knelt close enough together for their knees to be touching, but they were presented beautifully. Knees spread to shoulder-width apart, backs straight, shoulders back, and their hands resting on their thighs. Their heads were lowered in submission.

  A perfect bare pussy spread wide enough Shane could see the glistening of her juices, and a cock, reddish-purple, straining for relief, is what Shane was being offered. Stepping inside and then closing the door behind him, Shane set the duffel bag he brought with him on the floor next to Jeremy. The man would know what to do with it once inspection was finished.

  “Magnificent,” he said softly as he squatted down before Clara. “I see you are learning quickly.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she replied quietly as she kept her head lowered.

  “Place your hands behind your back.” His instruction was quick and strong and adhered to immediately. When she did so, her breasts thrust out beautifully.

  Large, they had coral-colored nipples which were now tight buds. Goose bumps were raised on her flesh, a testament to the cool room or her arousal. Shane was certain it was the latter.

  Reaching out, Shane ran his hand across one nipple and then the other, drawing a shiver from Clara, and then he continued down over her stomach to her cunt. Her slash was sopping wet as he ran his fingers through it, turning his fingers up a bit to gather some of her womanly dew. He raised his fingers to his lips and then licked at the musky delicacy her body made for him.

  He repeated the motion, but instead of enjoying it himself, he lifted his fingers to Jeremy’s lips. “Partake of our lover.” With that demand, Jeremy wrapped his lips around Shane’s fingers and sucked the essence from them.

  Jeremy’s mouth suckled from the digits, but Shane felt it all the way to his cock. He returned his fingers one last time and scooped up some and then held his fingers to Clara’s lips.

  Some women didn’t like to kiss a man after they had gone down on them thinking their own fluid was offensive, or taboo. Shane thought it was sexy as hell to have a woman savor herself from his lips or fingers.

  “Taste, baby,” he ordered gently.

  At first, she hesitated. There was a difference between tasting yourself on your lover’s lips and licking it from the fingers. With the fingers, there was so much more of the liquid than what would be called residue on the lips.

  Then, Shane nearly lost his load when Clara leaned forward a bit and licked her juice from his fingers. She proceeded to engulf his fingers with her hot mouth and then suckled. His heart soared.

  “Good girl.” His praise earned him a smile he felt around his digits before he pulled away. “
I don’t have to test Jeremy to see if he is aroused, for I can see he is ready to burst.”

  A giggle escaped Clara which she quickly quieted. He and Jeremy had gone over rules with her, and he wondered if she was going to break the no speaking until spoken to rule, but she remained silent. He was glad to see she had been studious with her education.

  “I’ll forgive that, pet, this time. Just remember, no sound from you until I tell you it’s all right.” Shane stood and patted her hair. “Now, pup, stand and remove the two floggers from my bag and lay them on the table next to the cross.”

  “Yes, Sir,” Jeremy said enthusiastically as he jumped to his feet. He took the black bag, moved it over near the cross, and set it down. He then retrieved the two items Shane had requested.

  Jeremy had experience with BDSM and flogging, so Shane wanted to try him on the thinner strapped flogger. With Clara, he would try the wider deer skin one since she wasn’t familiar with it.

  “Clara, come with me.” Shane held his hand out for her. Gracefully, she slid her hand into it and let him help her up. Deciding to start her out gently, he led her to the spanking bench and helped her onto it.

  As she draped herself onto the implement, Shane had to adjust his dick the best he could in his leathers. Looking at her delectable ass on display for him had him wanting to thrust into her hard and deep and never pull out.

  “God, Clara! What you do to me looking like that!” he said between gritted teeth. He moved his hand out to caress her ass lovingly and then moved his fingers to her rosette. “Your ass is beautiful, pet. I can’t wait to fuck you, right here.”

  She quivered under his hand. Unable to resist the urge, Shane leaned over and kissed each cheek reverently. A moan escaped her.

  Shane removed his hand and reached out for the flogger Jeremy was still holding. He moved it until the ends of the falls danced on her skin, certain it tickled. Clara remained as still as possible for he knew she had read up on rules, and Jeremy had gone over procedures and protocols with her, and she knew better than to move. She was a quick study.