Blake, Abby - Maya's Masters [Viper's Dungeon 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (9 page)

“Yes,” Maya said, feeling her heartbeat speed up. It was kind of hard to describe, but it was almost like Derek had just grown a foot taller. The authority he exuded was remarkable.

“The correct answer is ‘Yes, Sir.’”

She swallowed a little nervously, but managed to push the words past her lips. Adrenaline was starting to buzz through her veins, and she squeaked in surprise when Derek marched over to her, lifted her over his shoulder, and headed upstairs. “Good girl,” he said as he caressed her ass through the thick denim. “What is your safe word, sub?”

“Red, Sir.” It wasn’t very imaginative, but it was the standard word at Viper’s Dungeon and about the only word to come to mind.

“I see you read all of the paperwork. I’m very pleased, sub. If you wish you can also use ‘yellow’ to slow things down.” He placed her on her feet at the end of her own bed. “Red will stop everything and we’ll loosen your bonds immediately. Yellow we will stop and talk. Is that clear, sub?”

Bonds? Her heart rate sped up even more as she glanced at her bed and discovered a number of leather items that hadn’t been there before.

“Is that clear, sub?” Derek asked lifting her face with a strong grip on her jaw.

“Y–Yes, Sir.”

“Do you want to use your safe word, sugar?” She jumped at Cam’s words, having almost missed the fact that the man was in the room.

“No, Sir,” she said with a soft smile. It didn’t matter how intense things got. Both of these men would protect her.

Cam stepped closer, threaded his hand through her hair, and tightened his grip. She gasped at the slight sting, and he took the opportunity to press his tongue into her mouth. He explored her ruthlessly, his kiss showing her in no uncertain terms that she was definitely not the one in charge. She panted as he pulled away, and he studied her face for a moment. He must have found what he sought because he smiled, pressed a soft kiss to her lips, and said, “You and I are going to learn how to spank your ass together. You up for it, sugar?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Chapter Four

Cam tried to tamp down his incredible arousal. Mere days ago he had no idea what the appeal was, yet now he couldn’t wait to leave his handprint on Maya’s soft flesh. His cock was pressed so hard up against the zipper of his jeans he was starting to rethink his old SEAL habit of going commando. At this rate he’d have a permanent mark for each individual indent. Trying to distract himself, Cam glanced around the room.

Derek had brought in one of the old-fashioned wooden chairs from the back room of Maya’s restaurant. It was solid, well built, and in the intimate setting of Maya’s upscale dining area very classy. But in her bedroom it looked exactly what Derek intended for it to be—a place for them to sit when they spanked their sub.

Cam tried to control his own moan as he sat down, but the humorous glint in Maya’s eyes had him smiling instead.

“Is our sub being a brat, Master Cameron?”

“I believe that’s the term I would use,” he said as Derek threaded his fingers through Maya’s hair and held her still. Maya made a small sound, but it was one of surprise—perhaps at her own reaction to the situation—and not of fear.

“I suggest that we double the count of her spanking, Master Cameron.”

Cam nodded, trying hard not to smile at Maya’s trepidation. He and Derek hadn’t discussed an exact number, so it was kind of hard to double something they hadn’t yet decided upon. Of course, Maya didn’t need to know that.

“I agree, Master Derek,” Cam said, trying to keep a straight face. He’d heard the Doms speaking to each other that way at the club. It felt a little ridiculous, but the effect it was having on Maya was quite obvious. Her nipples were hard points pressing through the material of both her blouse and her bra. She wriggled slightly in Derek’s hold, but it was more of a sensuous impatience rather than a need to escape. And her eyes had grown darker, much darker, deepening their clear sapphire color to a dark cobalt blue.

“Take off your clothes, sub.” Derek’s voice was deep and commanding, and Maya’s eyes widened a bit more. She hesitated, and Cam’s heart leapt into his throat. Surely they hadn’t misread her so badly. She was into this. He was sure of it.

“Do as he says, or use your safe word, sugar.” Cam nearly held his breath waiting for Maya’s response. A part of him was terrified that she was about to call this whole thing off.

But then she took a deep breath, smiled slightly, and lifted her hands to the buttons of her shirt. “Yes, Sir,” she said clearly, just the slightest hint of nerves in her voice.

* * * *

Maya hadn’t really thought this part through. She didn’t feel ashamed of her body, but it wasn’t exactly a perfect shape either. She bit her lip nervously and cursed every gym visit she’d missed in the past year. As she undid the buttons, she tried to brace herself for their disappointment. Tight jeans and a good bra did wonders for hiding a body’s real shape.

But as she twisted to drop the shirt from her shoulders and reached behind her to undo her bra, Derek brushed her hands away and did it for her. He moved his fingers from her hair and circled them around her neck to press against her collarbone. His thumb and forefinger lightly massaged the base of her throat. It wasn’t anywhere near restrictive, but it somehow made her feel more possessed than anything she’d ever felt before.

“You’re very beautiful, sugar. I can’t wait to taste those delicious-looking tits.”

Maya smiled at Cam’s choice of words. Who would ever have guessed that the word “tits” would be a turn-on for her? Cam gave her one of his trademark cocky grins, and her tension drained away. She gazed at his expression as she undid the button and zipper on her jeans and pushed the denim lower. Of course that’s when she realized she should have taken her boots off first. What was it about these men that could make her so addlebrained that she couldn’t even remember how to get undressed properly?

“Don’t,” Derek said as she tried to kick her boots off without moving out of his embrace. “Drop the panties to your ankles.” She swallowed hard and did as she was told. “Good girl.” Derek guided her across the room, steadying her as her balance wobbled from having the denim tangled around her feet. “Facedown over Master Cameron’s knees, sub.”

Thankfully Derek guided her into the position they wanted and she breathed a little sigh of relief that she hadn’t managed to fall on her face in the process. It wasn’t until Cam’s warm hand started to caress her ass that she realized the picture she must make.

* * * *

“Relax, sugar,” Cam ordered when he felt Maya tense up. “We’ll go slowly.” He’d never had a woman lie over his lap like this before, but somehow it felt almost natural. He caressed her bottom, his hands dipping lower to rub over her warm thighs and then skimming higher to draw lines up and down her spine. Incredibly she relaxed against him. The nod of approval he got from Derek let him know that going with his instincts was a good choice.

“There are several different techniques, but I prefer to stick with stinging slaps rather than muscle deep hits. Many Doms prefer to save the latter for punishment, but I prefer not to leave my subs with pain that can last for several days.”

Cam wanted to ask how he would know the difference, but didn’t want to frighten Maya with his inexperience. Yet Derek seemed to understand his trepidation because he described the different styles in fairly solid detail and then pointed out the areas to avoid. Thanks to Cam’s hand-to-hand combat training, he already knew the most vulnerable parts of the human body and agreed wholeheartedly to keep the spanking confined to Maya’s buttocks and upper thighs, avoiding danger areas such as her spine and kidneys. It was obvious that Maya was listening, so he continued to caress her in soothing strokes, both to try and keep her arousal simmering and to help her stay relaxed.

“We’ll start with five. Count them for your Masters, sub.”

Still, Cam hesitated. He’d seen some pretty harsh spankings at the club and, even though he knew the subs involved enjoyed them, he had no wish to leave Maya in real pain. Derek was obviously used to dealing with new Doms because he stepped closer and demonstrated.

* * * *

The first blow almost tickled. Maya had been expecting a loud, stinging slap, but what she got was far less. The second came from a different angle and was even softer, so she figured that Derek was showing Cam the technique. The third was a little harder, a little noisier, and maybe stung just a bit more. The fourth was the same, and she was starting to wonder what all the fuss was about when the fifth one landed sharply. She gasped, but moaned when the heat traveled straight to her clit.

“As our sub gets deeper into a scene, the sharper blows will send her into a place we call ‘subspace,’” Derek told Cam. “It’s at that point that a Dom needs to be very aware not to do damage. In subspace many experienced subs don’t even register true pain and aren’t aware enough to use their safe word.” He was quiet for a moment as if he and Cam were communicating silently, and then said in that deep commanding voice that her body already reacted to with embarrassing swiftness, “Five more, sub. Count them.”

The next blow stung, really stung. She managed to gasp out “six” before the next one landed on the opposite cheek. The seventh, eighth, and ninth had her panting for air, but the tenth made her howl. Okay, maybe she was beginning to understand what all the fuss was about.

Cam’s hands traveled all over her skin, sweeping, hypnotic movements that did nothing to settle her this time. When Derek ordered “Five more,” she almost crawled off Cam’s knees. He held her steady, his light grip far stronger than she’d first realized.

The blows came hard and fast, and she didn’t even remember to count, but the strange heat flooding her veins felt kind of nice. She barely registered that she was shaking until a thumb pushed into her pussy and thick fingers rubbed her clit.

She wasn’t even sure that they were still spanking her. Her entire body felt like she was glowing, her blood pumping viciously through her veins, her breathing ragged and uneven. She screamed as her orgasm broke over her. Shaking, squirming, nearly crying, she mewled as wave after wave of liquid heat crashed through her.

But just as the feeling began to ebb into delicious lassitude, a hard hand spanked her sore bottom once more. She gasped as climax burst over her again, shocking her with its intensity, shaking everything she thought she knew. She couldn’t help the quiet sobs that came with her reaction, but her body continued to undulate sensuously against Cam’s hold as he and Derek soothed her with soft touches and words of praise.

* * * *

Derek smiled at the way Maya was draped over Cam’s legs. She looked like a very thoroughly satisfied sub—which of course she was.

He signaled for Cam to lift her into a sitting position on his lap, and then Derek set about untangling her jeans, panties, and boots from her feet. She snuggled into Cam’s embrace beautifully, and Derek felt his small worry melt away. Her reaction reassured him that he hadn’t just been seeing what he wanted to see. Maya truly was a natural submissive.

When he finally got her jeans untangled, she was almost asleep. Cam lifted her in his arms, placed her in the middle of the bed, and pulled the covers over her. She looked so peaceful curled up on her side that Derek decided to let her sleep for a while. It was probably the best way to proceed at this point anyway. Despite the fact that the three of them seemed to have been heading in this direction for days, he was willing to give Maya a little more time to be certain this was what she wanted.

Derek undid the top button of his jeans, feeling very grateful that he wasn’t wearing his leathers, and then slid onto the bed beside her. Cam took a position on the other side, closed his eyes, and seemed to fall asleep almost instantly. Damn SEALs and their combat naps. Derek closed his eyes, but despite being tired and needing to be at the precinct in a few hours, it took a long time for him to get some rest.

* * * *

Maya woke as someone rolled off the bed and quietly got to his feet. Judging by the heavy, and now familiar, arm wrapped around her middle, it wasn’t Cam leaving.

“Derek?”

“Go back to sleep, baby.”

“Are you leaving?” She hated the sound of vulnerability in her voice, but she was just beginning to realize she’d fallen asleep after they’d spanked her to orgasm. Hell, she couldn’t think of anything more selfish. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

“You needed the rest. Go back to sleep, baby.”

She sat up, dislodging Cam’s hold and waking him in the process. “I’m sorry,” she whispered urgently, wishing she could turn the clock back several hours.

“Maya,” Derek said in a slightly softer tone, “you have nothing to be sorry about. I very much enjoyed last night.”