Blake, Abby - Emma's Education [Viper's Dungeon 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (12 page)

“Hey,” she said in irritation, completely forgetting where they were. “I didn’t say it. I only thought it.”

“Exactly,” Jace said as he tilted her head so that she could see his eyes. “Being a good sub is about attitude.”

“Oh,” she said, finally realizing that she was in some seriously deep shit. “I’m…um…sorry, S–Sir?” Okay, she probably shouldn’t have phrased it as a question, but Jace’s grip on her hair was doing funny things to her insides, and her brain seemed to have short-circuited.

“Problems, Jace?” Logan asked in a deceptively mild tone as he stepped closer.

“Yes. It would appear that our sub isn’t nearly as well behaved as she pretends.”

“Well, that is something we cannot tolerate. What punishment did you have in mind?”

Emma felt nervous energy surge through every muscle. She wasn’t frightened—well, not like she was frightened last night—but she did have the rather sensible urge to run. Ironically, it was the forceful, but not painful, grip in her hair that held her still and, unexpectedly, somewhat calm.

She’d certainly learned plenty about herself in the last twenty-four hours.

Logan lifted her off the floor and over his shoulder in one smooth motion. She mourned the loss of Jace’s grip but nearly protested when Logan put her on her feet in front of a big wooden
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. The most embarrassing part was that it was located at the end of the large entertainment area where everyone on the veranda had a good view.

Just the thought of being humiliated for the amusement of others had all the blood draining from her head.

“Look at me,” Jace said as he stepped in front of her and blocked her view of the other people. “Do you remember your safe word?”

Safe what? Oh yeah, the word that would stop everything. Geez, how the hell could she forget an important detail like that? She glanced at the intensity on Jace and Logan’s faces and realized she already knew the answer to that dumb-ass question.

“Emma,” Logan said with a firm grip on her jaw. “What is you safe word?”

“R–Red,” she finally managed to push through her teeth.

“Good girl,” Jace said, stroking her hair like he’d done earlier. “Would you like to use your safe word, Emma?”

“No,” she said, suddenly feeling much calmer. “I mean. No, Sirs.”

Logan held out his hand, and she gave him her wrist without a moment’s hesitation. Just being reminded that she had a way to stop this—even if she was being punished—made all the difference. Logan wrapped a leather cuff around her wrist, but unlike the ones her ex had forced onto her last night, these had a soft fur lining and felt snug yet comfortable.

Jace knelt at her feet as he placed similar cuffs around her ankles, and then they lifted her between them, stepped back to the cross, and then attached her cuffs to the wood. Liquid warmth and pure fear swam through her veins in equal doses, and she panted heavily as every sensation conspired to make her even more aroused.

Her hands secured over her head, Logan pushed her legs apart and attached the cuffs to either side of the cross. She moved slightly, only to realize that with her legs so wide, she actually needed her arms secured or she’d likely fall on her face. Logan grinned as he checked her bonds and then grinned even wider when Jace grabbed what looked like a Velcro lumbar support belt. Jace stepped closer to the cross, wrapped the belt around behind her, and fastened it so that she was actually anchored to the wood.

Her stomach clenched at not only the helpless arousal that coursed through her, but also their obvious care to be certain that she didn’t get hurt. Somehow she relaxed even further, despite the fact that she was naked, spread-eagled on a cross, and about to be punished.

Oh yeah, and she was in an area full of people probably all eager to watch.

She darted a worried glance at Jace, but panic seized her as he pulled a black blindfold from the gym bag he’d carried into the party. She’d wondered at the time what the bag could hold. It seemed she was about to find out.

Logan stepped closer, smoothing his hands over the tight peaks of her nipples. He captured one between thumb and forefinger, squeezing gently while the other hand dipped lower. She could barely breathe as his featherlight touch caressed the suddenly, amazingly sensitive skin of her newly shaved mound.

“Good girl,” he whispered as she opened her eyes to darkness. She hadn’t even felt Jace place the blindfold over her eyes, but she didn’t have time to panic because a soft, tickly sensation from the type of flogger they’d used last night caressed her skin, gliding over the flesh of her thighs and belly.

A gentle flick landed the soft leather strips on the upper slope of her breast, and she moaned at the delicious sensation. He alternated between hard and soft, caressing and stinging, heat and pleasure. Within minutes, she was gasping for air, rocking her hips, practically begging for his touch.

The leather strips ran over her bare pussy, the tickly caress heating her lower half even more. A whispery, breathless “please” escaped her lips before she could call it back.

“Please what?” a soft but firm voice said close to her ear.

“Please, Sir.”

“Good girl.” The flogger hit her pussy lips with a snap, the unexpected pain morphing into molten heat as her body seemed to liquefy. She moaned, desperate for something, anything to fill the emptiness her arousal created.

The thin strips hit her inner thigh over and over, the ends wrapping around to leave tiny licks of fire on her skin that made everything feel swollen and throbbing. She gasped as something touched her clit. She squirmed away from the firm pressure, the feeling too intense, too overwhelming on her sensitized flesh. She almost screamed when the thing started to buzz, vibrating against her clit, stealing the last of her control.

“You can come, little sub.”

Orgasm slammed her.

Heat rushed back and forth, her hips rocking against the toy, her pussy pulsing cream down her thighs. Every muscle shook, quivering and aching as sensation skittered all over her.

“Please, Sir,” she begged, uncertain what she was begging for. Did she really want to be fucked in front of a group of people? Hell, yeah. But only by Logan or Jace.

Except that with the blindfold, how could she be certain?

She had but a moment to fret when strong hands undid the fastenings on her arms. She cried out as the muscles protested, but firm hands massaged her shoulders, the pain receding almost immediately. Jace whispered reassurances in her ear while Logan undid the bindings on her legs. When he undid the Velcro band around her waist, her legs crumpled despite her best efforts to lock her knees.

Fortunately, Logan lifted her into his arms, carrying her from the room much the same way he’d done last night at the club. Hell, it was still less than twenty-four hours since she’d met these men. How could she feel closer to them than any other person in her life?

Obvious answer—she couldn’t.

Tears threatened as she realized she was a naïve fool for reading too much into their behavior. These men were experienced Dominants. They played with subs like this all the time.

“Drink.” A cold bottle was pressed into her hands, and she lifted it to her mouth, not really surprised to discover it was water. She’d noticed the very small amount of alcohol at the party, and it had been one more thing to make her feel safe with these men. Too many of her boyfriends, including the last one, had seen drinking to excess as a necessary part of having fun.

“How do you feel, little one?”

“Horny,” she said honestly, a little surprised at her lack of control. Two deep chuckles filled the room, and that was finally when she realized they were no longer outside. Her hand automatically went to remove the blindfold, but about halfway there she stopped and dropped her hand back into her lap.

“Good girl,” Logan said as he ran his hand over her shoulder, down between the valley of her breasts, and lower to graze the soft skin of her mons. “Are you ready for more?”

“More?” she managed to squeak.

Again two deep chuckles filled the room. “Yes, Emma, more.”

The blindfold was swept away, and she blinked in the dully lit room. Her eyes widened when she realized she was in a dungeon, smaller but very similar to the one at the club. Hell, Viper’s house might look ordinary from the outside, but, oh wow.

Logan moved her so that she straddled his knees with her back to his chest, her pussy wide open and vulnerable. Jace leaned in and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, gently biting and laving the tiny nub until it strained toward him. He attached something that looked a little bit like an alligator clamp, teeth and all. She gasped in shock as it pinched her nipple and sent waves of heat over her upper body. Jace caressed her breast gently as he took the other nipple in his mouth and sucked until it went hard. Her back arched, the pain and the heat upping her arousal and wetting her thighs with more of her juices.

The second clamp stung even more, her determination to be ready perhaps backfiring on her. She ground her teeth, trying to control the pain, to breathe through it, and finally the sting settled into a strangely manageable ache. Jace captured her lips with his own, his tongue plunging into her mouth over and over. He swallowed her gasp as he tugged on the chain connecting the clamps and pain bit into her nipples once more.

“Good girl,” he whispered a moment before claiming her lips with his own again. He plundered her mouth, his tongue thrusting hard and deep, mimicking the act she so desperately wanted.

“What’s your safe word, little sub?”

Jace released her mouth, and she glanced over her shoulder at Logan’s face. His hands caressed her thighs, and she could feel his hard cock pressed against her ass. Hell, they’d given her orgasm after orgasm, but Logan had held back the whole time. Even Jace had asked very little of her. It was yet another thing to set these men far above others she’d known. Her last few lovers had all been content to roll over once they’d found their own gratification, often leaving her feeling frustrated and certainly unloved.

“My safe word is red, Sir.”

“We’re going to fuck you now, little sub. Do you want to use your safe word?”

Hell, no.
“No, Sir,” she said, trying to sound as calm as he seemed.

“Good girl.”

Jace lifted her from Logan’s arms, and placed her on a bench about hip height. He glanced at Logan, fiddled with some control underneath, and adjusted it slightly so that when Logan finally stepped between her legs, it was the perfect height for him to enter her.

Logan rolled a condom onto his erection, smiling at her wide-eyed appraisal. The guy was huge. His cock was long and thick, and she started to wonder if she’d be able to take him. He stepped to the table, wrapped his arms under her knees, and pulled her ass closer to the edge. Jace moved to the other end, grabbed her wrists, and pulled them over her head. She heard the cuffs clip together and instinctively tried to move. When she couldn’t, her brief moment of panic was quickly overwhelmed with arousal. Held in Logan’s firm grip with her arms secured was somehow very freeing. She didn’t have to do anything. She didn’t have to think. She just had to accept her Doms’ attentions.

More cream leaked from her pussy at the thought.

Instinctively, she tried to shy away from the cock pressing hard against her entrance, but Logan controlled her, easily making liquid heat spread through her womb as she again realized her helplessness. He pushed into her slowly, his wide cock stretching her as her body struggled to adjust and accept his invasion. Jace caressed her face, smoothing the worry lines as Logan finally pushed all the way into her body.

She was panting, sweating, the tender flesh on her ass and thighs heating her lower half and raising her arousal even higher. But Logan held still, letting her adjust, giving her a moment before he slid out just as slowly. Then he slid back in.

She moaned softly as the stretching, stinging sensation morphed into a slow burn. She tried to rock her hips, demanding more, demanding that he move faster, but a hard slap to her thigh stilled the movement as she gazed into her lover’s eyes once more.

He smiled as he pulled away and then thrust in much harder, much faster, much deeper than before. She gasped in surprise, her muscles tightening, her nerve endings buzzing as she spun toward orgasm once more. He lifted her legs onto his shoulders, pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing against the little bud as he slammed into her again and again and again.

“Come for me, little sub.” She practically screamed when her body did just that. Every muscle shook, her entire body vibrating as he pushed her mind and body into overload. Liquid lava sped through her veins as he pounded her pussy. He pulled on the chain between her breasts, the incredible pain mixing with the pleasure and stealing her breath. Over and over waves of ecstasy washed through her.