Missionary Position (Masters of the Prairie Winds Club Book 7) (13 page)

Micah leaned forward circling his tongue around her nipple and Peter heard her sharp hiss. While they’d been ransacking the club’s shops, Micah hadn’t wanted nipple clamps for tonight’s fun and games explaining Gracie’s pregnancy made her much too sensitive for anything but the lightest nipple play. Peter raised an eyebrow at Gracie in warning because he’d just heard her answer clearly, so he was anxious to see if she would tell the truth.

Taking a deep breath and averting her eyes, she whispered, “The shirt wasn’t big enough for me. It was painful, so I…well, I went the wrong way on purpose and hoped you’d tell me to take it off.” Peter saw both Jax and Micah stiffen and could hear their jumbled thoughts. They were torn between punishing her for topping from the bottom, lecturing her about the importance of voicing her discomfort, and bailing on dinner altogether to return to their bedroom and fucking her senseless.

Jax leaned over and spoke quietly to his curvy wife, “We’ll deal with the underlying issue later—count on that. But for now, I do believe I’d like to change up the order of the toys we’d planned to use.” Gracie’s eyes went wide as she realized the change probably wasn’t going to work out well for her. “I appreciate your honesty, although I have the idea Master Peter didn’t leave you with much choice in the matter.” The other Doms all chuckled as all three subs cringed. By the time Jax and Micah finished seating the butt plug, every Dom around the table was hard and the scent of their submissive’s arousal filled the air. Perhaps they’d been prematurely optimistic to think they could get through a seven-course meal.

Lara knew she should be looking down like a proper sub, damn it she’d been trained by some of the best Dominants in the country. But holy fucking hell there was no way she could pull her attention away from the scene playing out across the table. Since Masters Fischer and Peter hadn’t instructed her to kneel yet, she had a clear view of Gracie bent over the table, her swollen breasts pressing against the mahogany surface, her legs spread apart and her short skirt lifted to bare her curvy ass to the world. Gracie’s panted breaths and soft moans floated around the room as her Masters prepared her by rubbing lube into the tight muscles around her rear hole.

Tobi’s entire body was flushed with arousal and Lara was grateful to know she wasn’t the only one getting turned on just by watching.
Shit, we still have five more courses to serve and the insides of my thighs are already slick.
Yeah, there wasn’t going to be anything embarrassing about having evidence of how horny she was trailing down her inner thighs in rivulets—nope nothing embarrassing there. Lara had no idea how Gracie had managed to hold off her orgasm when she’d sounded so close, but her Masters were obviously very proud of her.
Hope that gets her out of the punishment she probably had coming for topping from the bottom.

Even now, after her own Masters had her kneel between them, Lara saw Micah run his fingers down the side of Gracie’s flushed face as she settled between her men. “You know, baby, we weren’t going to use that until last. We knew it would make it more challenging for you to walk and didn’t want to put you at a disadvantage. But, it’s important that you tell us when something is physically uncomfortable for you, it’s very difficult for us to care for you without knowing how you are feeling.” Even though he hadn’t asked her a question, Lara saw Gracie nod her understanding. “We’re trained Doms and we do read body language better than most people, but there are only two Doms here who can actually hear what’s going on in a sub’s mind—and they can’t hear the one who belongs to them. If safe, sane, and consensual make up the foundation of our lifestyle, then communication is the bedrock that foundation is built on.”

Suddenly Lara knew she and Tobi had been allowed to watch the scene and Gracie’s aftercare because their own Doms had wanted them to benefit from the lesson as well. One of the things she loved about the lifestyle was how responsible the Doms felt for the submissive in their care. Hell, they might be demanding at times and over-the-top in their protectiveness of the women they considered
theirs
, but Lara had never met any group of men or women who
nurtured
like the Doms at Dark Desires and Prairie Winds.
Now if I could just convince Peter and Fischer to keep me.

Fischer was finally starting to
hear
a word now and then as thoughts raced through Lara’s mind. Perhaps his grandmother had been right when she’d predicted he and Peter’s gifts would become more enhanced as their connection to Lara grew. Fischer hadn’t been convinced because, quite frankly, he’d been so totally blindsided by his inability to
hear
her. Sure, their granny had always teased them—saying they wouldn’t be able to hear “the one” but he’d never really given her taunting much credence. Over the years there had been very few people he hadn’t been able to read. As the most gifted of the three Weston brothers, he’d quickly learned anyone he struggled to read was deliberately blocking. And in his experience, the only people who could do that for any extended period of time were sociopaths, and he didn’t even want to hear what was going on in their minds.

Lara had been totally turned on watching Jax and Micah with Gracie, but something about the last thought that had run through her mind was what concerned him. He hadn’t gotten anything except a sudden rush of insecurity and feeling of loneliness that seemed to have come right out of left field. He pushed it aside for now, because the women were coming from the kitchen, their small serving trays held lettuce wedge salads. Each of them was going in the right direction and he wanted to grin at the determined look on Gracie’s face as she rushed around the table despite the large plug her Masters left in her ass, but it was Tobi’s thoughts that caught his attention.

Despite the fact Kyle and Kent had described Tobi as hyper-competitive, she also had a heart of pure gold. He knew the precise moment she realized she was going to win this round, then heard her lightning fast decision a split second before she tripped, nearly sending the plates sliding off her tray. The smiles on Kent’s and Kyle’s faces told Fischer both men knew exactly what their softhearted woman had done and he was sure they would make sure her thoughtfulness was well rewarded.

Tobi knew Lara would have been uncomfortable being the first one completely naked and it would have been particularly uncomfortable when Tobi hadn’t lost any pieces of her clothing yet. Despite the fact Fischer didn’t know Tobi as well as the other Doms at the table, his affection for her just grew exponentially.

‘
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen her do things like that. Tobi West may be a handful at times, but she is one of the kindest people I’ve ever met. And right now every Dom at the table wants to pull her into their arms and hug her.’
Fischer didn’t doubt Peter’s words and smiled as Kent and Kyle gently peeled Tobi’s shirt from her. When Kent picked up the small, wireless bullet vibe from their basket and popped it into her mouth to warm it, Fischer knew he’d been right—Tobi was about to be rewarded for her sweet gesture.

The salad course took longer than expected because they were all riveted in their seats watching as Kyle and Kent teased Tobi before sending her over the edge. Now that she was leaning against Kyle’s leg trembling in the aftermath of a screaming orgasm, the rest of them returned their attention to their meal. When they finished, they all watched as Lara and Gracie walked behind Tobi on their way to the kitchen, they each put a hand on one of her shoulders stilling her attempt to stand. Lara served Kent his sorbet and Gracie served Kyle’s, then they each hurried to serve their own Masters. Their solidarity for their friend warmed his heart and he was grateful the two women had taken Lara into their small circle.

The second part of the fourth course’s service looked like the Chinese fire drills he and his brothers tortured their parents with at stop signs when they’d been kids, and damned if Fischer didn’t want to laugh out loud at their antics. Lara lost, but only by a fraction of a second and he couldn’t wait to watch her strip off her skirt.

Peter helped Lara settle between them on the cushion, admiring the way her bare breasts lifted with each breath she took. The clamps they’d chosen for her were fairly mild but he’d still heard her hiss of pain at the final turn of the small screw securing the two rings together. While he’d been prepping her and securing the clamps, Fischer had been sliding his fingers through the slick folds of her pussy lips. She didn’t know it, but his devious brother had coated his fingers with a stimulating gel, she was likely just now beginning to feel the tingling effects. The sensation would gradually increase in intensity over the next half hour. He was glad her eyes were fixed on the floor when she began fidgeting because hiding his smile was proving to be impossible.

‘
You really are an evil bastard, you know that?’

‘
What? I just wanted to add a new dimension to our sweet sub’s training. She’s had a pretty easy go of it so far this evening and it was time to shake her up a bit.’
Peter knew his brother had known Lara longer, but he wasn’t entirely convinced he knew her better—particularly when he glanced down and saw that she was swaying precariously and gasping for breath.

“Lara?” Peter hadn’t realized he had practically shouted her name until every other Dom in the room stood, their chairs scraping against the wood floor. He pulled her up by her shoulders and she was practically limp in his hold.
What the hell?
“What’s wrong? Tell me.
Now!
” Her entire chest was covered in dark red blotches. He was shocked to see her lips were swollen and she was now gasping for breath.

Turning to Kent, he barked, “Call Kirk or Brian.” And then to Kyle, “Call 911.” Tobi and Gracie both sprinted from the room, Peter knew they were getting dressed before strangers entered the suite and he wasn’t surprised to see Tobi rush back in with a shirt and shorts for Lara before running back down the hall.

He and Fischer had just gotten her into her clothing when Kyle let them know EMS was headed up and Kent shouted, “Kirk’s saying he suspects anaphylaxis, probably a reaction to the shrimp. EMS should have epinephrine with them and that should keep her from lapsing into anaphylactic shock.”
Why on earth had she eaten something she knew she was allergic to?
The thought had no sooner moved through his mind than he realized she might not have known about her allergy since there likely hadn’t been a lot of shrimp served in the dusty villages she’d been raised in.

The next few minutes were as close to chaos as Peter had ever seen outside of his military service, and it certainly wasn’t an experience he wanted to repeat. Once the paramedics administered the drug Lara’s symptoms began to subside almost immediately. But everyone agreed she should be transported to the hospital to be checked by a physician—well, everyone except their lovely patient, but she was quickly overruled. Even Tobi had leaned over her and shaken her finger saying, “Save it, sister, you’re going and that’s the end of it.”

Five hours later, Peter and Fischer were both ready to pull their hair out. The hospital’s emergency department had been indifferent at the least and their lack of interest had bordered on neglect. Kyle had forced Tobi to leave the nurses’ station twice when she’d been up in the nurse’s face demanding someone attend to Lara. By the end of the second hour, he and Kent had simply stood back and watched with amused expressions while Tobi declared she was calling in reinforcements and dialed Lilly West’s number.

Lara was fed up with sitting in the small curtained off room where she was supposed to be “under observation” despite the fact none of them had seen any of the hospital staff in almost two hours. The Charge Nurse was much more interested in managing the growing number of visitors in the waiting room than she seemed to be in her patient. And Peter suspected all hell was about to break loose because he and Jax had both called their fathers who were both members of the hospital’s Board of Trustees, and God only knew who Lilly West had called.