Cin's Secret [Club Libertine 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (11 page)

Next, he spread her legs wide and fastened her ankles to the legs of the spanking bench so she was fully on display to the crowd. She had never wanted so much in her life to get up and run and was grateful that she couldn’t. She was going through with this.

Jake walked over and stood beside her head.

“Open wide.” She wasn’t sure what he meant and opened her mouth to ask when she felt the round ball gag pushed into her mouth. Then Jake fastened it behind her head.

“Normally, I’d make you count out your punishment. But since part of your problem is that you speak before you think, you are going to remain mute during this entire scene. According to Liam and Connor, you don’t feel you need a safe word and clearly you can’t use a safe word with the gag. However, here at Club Libertine, we practice safe and consensual BDSM whether you want to do it that way or not.

“Like Connor and Liam, I’m giving you a safe word, or in this case, a safe gesture whether you want it to not. Your wrists are restrained but your hands are not. If you can’t take it, make the peace sign with your right hand and it’ll be over. Grunt twice if you understand me.”

Cindy wanted to refuse, but she knew this was part of the test. She had to submit, so she did as he asked, turning bright pink in the process.

“And now we begin. Because the first person you hurt was Lindy, she’ll strike the first blow.”

Lindy walked over to Cindy and crouched low so they were face-to-face.

“I love you.”

And then she walked out of sight, without waiting for a reply.

Cindy felt the tears start to fall as she waited for the first blow.

It came a moment later. It was a riding crop, she thought. But she couldn’t see it. Lindy gave her one smack on each cheek. They stung, but they didn’t hurt.

And then Lindy was back, kneeling beside Cindy, wiping the tears from her face, and rubbing her neck soothingly.

Crack. Cindy could hear Jake warming up with the whip. Holy crap. It sounded like he was using one of those whips that Indiana Jones used. Thank goodness for the gag, so she wouldn’t cry out and beg for him to stop and embarrass them all.

“Take a deep breath and try to relax your body, Cindy. Are you ready?” asked Lindy.

She tried to smile around the gag, but she couldn’t. So she just closed her eyes and nodded.

“She’s ready.”

Cindy felt her body jump at the first crack of the whip. It landed on her left butt cheek. She could feel the sting, but not the fiery burn she was expecting. Was it a kind of delayed reaction then? The second strike landed on her other butt cheek. It hurt a bit more, but nothing like what she expected or deserved.

Snap, snap, snap.
Jake worked quickly, covering every inch of her ass with his whip. She could feel the heat, the sting that came after the strike, but never the full bite of pain she expected.

She counted in her head. He stopped at twenty-five. Now her ass felt like it was on fire as the adrenaline wore off, but still, it could have been a lot worse.

Carefully, Lindy removed the gag. “How are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m okay. I’ll be fine. Hey, Lindy. Don’t cry. I’m fine. Really. Jake did a great job.”

Jake walked over to her. “Cindy, you’ve taken your punishment well. The past with Lindy is in the past. She has forgiven you, and you have paid your penance.

“We both expect you to move forward, and if you ever look back and wallow in guilt, you’ll find yourself back up on this stage, and next time, I’ll introduce you to my flogger. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Now it is time for you to make amends to Connor and Liam.” He turned to face the crowd. “They will now carry out the next phase of the punishment.”

She saw Jake walk over to Lindy and hug her close. Then he led her off the stage, and Connor and Liam returned. She wished that she still wore the ball gag. Somehow, she thought this punishment might hurt even worse.

She could feel Liam rubbing his hand over her throbbing ass. She could tell it was him from his touch. His hand seemed to spread the pain, setting her ass on fire again, but also turning the throbbing into something more. He gripped her thong and tore it off her body, so she was fully open to everyone, her pussy on display to anyone close enough. And even if they couldn’t see it, she knew they knew she was totally exposed.

Connor stopped in front of her. He squatted in front of her. She thought for a second that he was going to kiss her, but he ignored her hopeful look and concentrated on her breasts. He pinched her nipples, tugging on them. Then he quickly attached nipple clamps. She had to hold in her gasp of pain. He tugged on them to satisfy himself that they were properly adjusted, and desire seemed to shoot all the way through her body as if her nipples were directly connected to her clit. When he tugged again, moisture gushed from between her legs.

She knew Liam saw it. He reached between her legs, sliding two large fingers into her pussy, rubbing them in her cream.

They didn’t stay long enough, as he pulled them quickly out, her pussy desperately trying to clamp down on them and keep them inside her. She could have cried with frustration, especially when they slightly rubbed over her clit, stroking her desire higher but not touching her firmly enough to help her achieve her climax.

She couldn’t help it. She wiggled her ass as best she could in the restraints, trying to rub herself against his hand. He laughed and slapped her on the ass as he moved away from her. She moaned this time as another jolt of desire shot through her.

She wished she could see what they were doing, but she was firmly attached to the spanking bench. If they were going to punish her, she wished they would hurry up. The waiting was worse than the pain she was expecting.

A moment later, something was pushing for entrance into her pussy. But it wasn’t a cock. It was smooth and wide and rubbery feeling. Once it slid all the way home, it started the vibrating inside her. They had stuck a vibrator in her pussy. She nearly wept with frustration. She wanted their cocks.

The vibration turned up harder, and their fingers moved on her clit. Then the vibrator started to move in and out of her. She could feel her climax start to build. She wiggled her hips, trying to get them to move the vibrator fast and rub harder on her clit.

She was close, oh so close. Just a more little pressure. And then it was gone. The touch on her clit was gone, and the vibrator was gone. And she wanted to cry in frustration. She was so close. The small vibrations continued in her still-quivering pussy, but the way she was restrained, she couldn’t get any leverage to rub her clit against something hard to get herself off. Instead, the air currents teased her arousal without giving her any release.

Slowly the arousal seeped out of her body, leaving her frustrated and unsatisfied, ready to weep from frustration.

And then the vibrator slid into her again. It was well lubricated so it slid inside her swollen passage easily, the vibration turned on higher this time. Whoever wielded it moved it quickly inside of her, ramping up her arousal quickly.

Connor, she knew it was Connor, started rubbing her clit again, and again her climax built inside her, more quickly this time.

And again, just before she could reach the peak, they stopped, her pussy trying to clamp down on the vibrator, but it was gone.

She was crying now. And begging.

“Please, please let me come. I need to come.”

“Address us properly if you expect us to respond. We are your Masters now, and you will acknowledge us as such in front of all of our friends and family.”

Cindy felt the joy shoot through her. They still wanted her. To publicly declare they were her masters meant so much. It wasn’t something done lightly. She had a chance to be with them again.

“Yes, Masters. You are my Masters, and I am your sub. Please let me come, Masters, I need to come.”

“Bad subs don’t get to come. They have to suffer like they made their Masters suffer.”

Again, they repeated the cycle, and once more, they stopped before she came. The process was much quicker this time as her body was so close to release.

“I’m begging you, Masters. Please let me come.”

“Do you want to come with a fake cock in your pussy, sub?”

“No, Master, I want to come with both your cocks in my body.”

Smack.
He slapped her ass hard. At the same time, she felt a sharp tug on the nipple clamps. The pain and pleasure shot through her.

“The correct answer, sub, is you want to come any way it pleases your Masters.”

“Yes, Master. I’m sorry, Master.”

“Then say it.”

“I want to do whatever pleases my Masters. If it pleases you, it will please me.”

“And if your punishment is that you don’t get to come, that we keep you at the peak of arousal until we feel you have learned your lesson, sub?”

“Then that is your right and I’ll accept my Masters’ will.”

She felt Liam’s hands on her breasts.

“These tits are beautiful, but it’s time to remove the clamps. You know, Connor, maybe we should get her nipples pierced so we can keep them decorated at all times.”

He removed the clamps, and the blood rushed into her nipples, the pain increasing as he pinched and twisted her abused nipples. She was so focused on this feeling that she didn’t realize that Connor was unstrapping her until she felt him massaging the feeling back into her left side. Liam rubbed down her right side.

Was it over? She hadn’t come yet. Maybe that was her punishment. She wasn’t ever going to be allowed to come again. She waited.

Not quite, it seemed. They positioned her knees on a padded mat in the center of the stage. Both men undid their pants and pulled out their painfully aroused cocks. It seemed that they were just as aroused as she was, but she had a feeling that they were going to get to come, even if she didn’t.

“Open your mouth,” Connor commanded, ramming his cock down her throat the minute that she complied. She reached up to touch him and felt a sharp smack on her still-burning ass.

“Did my brother say you could touch him?”

She dropped her hands to her side. She would give the best blow job they’d ever had, except, she realized quickly, she wasn’t going to get the chance to. They took turns fucking her mouth hard and deep. It was all she could do to relax her throat and take them as deep as she could while trying to remember to breathe through her nose.

Through it all, her ass and her pussy throbbed. She could handle the pain in her bottom, but she was so painfully aroused, she didn’t think she could stand it. Moisture was running down her thighs, she was burning up with need, but right now, it was their hurt and pain that mattered. She closed her eyes and serviced her masters.

And then they pulled away from her. And they hadn’t come yet. She opened her eyes and saw them standing side by side in front of her, their hands around their cocks, pumping them.

Almost at the same time, long hot jets of cum shot out onto her, hitting her in the face and breasts, sliding down her body, marking her as theirs. A rope of cum hung off her nipple before dropping down onto her thigh.

It was primitive and erotic and almost unbearably sexy. They were marking her in the most primitive way possible. She was their woman, their property, and everyone witnessed her marking.

Jake returned to the stage, carrying something which he handed to Connor and Liam.

“Cindy, you have been publicly claimed by Connor and Liam O’Hara. Do you accept this claiming and all it means? You will be their sub to care for and to love and to punish. You will be giving them full dominion over your pleasure and pain, belonging completely to them.”

She looked from Connor to Liam. She could see the uncertainty in their eyes and the love. She knew what to say.

“I do.”

“Then, Cindy McNeil, do you accept this collar that Connor and Liam offer to you? Will you wear it as a symbol of your commitment and submission?”

“I will.”

“Connor and Liam, do you commit to loving and caring for your sub and all of her needs? Do you promise to protect her and guide her and care for all of her emotional and physical needs?”

“We do.”

“Then you may now collar your sub and fuck her brains out.”

Standing on each side of her, they fastened the collar around her neck. It was a simple silver chain with the initials C and L hanging from it. She heard the snick of a lock closing.

Connor helped her to stand as Liam handed the key to the collar to Jake to keep safe. Then she felt Connor wrap her in a blanket and sweep her into his arms, and then she was being carried out of the club as the audience cheered.

* * * *

No one spoke. They carried her down the staff elevator and into the parking garage. Cindy was relieved that they didn’t run into anyone along the way. They settled her between them in the truck, bundled up like a mummy in her blanket, and then buckled her in place.

The twenty-minute ride to their place seemed to take forever and yet be over too soon. And then they were out of the truck, and this time it was Liam carrying her. He carried her in the house and up the stairs before dropping her on the bed. Cindy didn’t move, waiting for instructions as the two men quickly stripped off their clothes, standing naked and heavily aroused in front of her.