My Wicked Trainers (A Club Wicked Spring Fling) (3 page)

Feeling incredibly awkward, Liam nodded. “Don’t be a wanker. You live here too.” He cleared his throat and smiled at the girl, remembering his manners. “Nice to meet you, Susie. I’ve seen you around school a couple of times, but we’ve never been properly introduced.” She was a couple of years older than them, probably working on her master’s degree while they were still trying to get their bachelors’.

Shutting the door behind him, Rory nodded to the girl. “You may speak.”

Utterly befuddled, Liam ran his hand over his head. Susie smiled at Rory, then knelt before Liam in a graceful move that was visual poetry to watch. Spreading her thighs, she looked up at him with such blatant sexual invitation that his dick immediately hardened. “I’m very pleased to meet you, Sir.”

He looked up at Rory, silently asking what the fuck was going on while trying to keep from looking dim in front of Susie.

Rory walked up behind the girl and smoothed her hair with his hand in an almost nervous manner. She cuddled into his touch, a content and happy smile curving her red-painted lips. Liam suddenly had a very vivid mental image of those crimson lips wrapped around his cock.

Now, in addition to feeling like a pervert, he also felt like an arsehole for thinking something like that about his friend’s girl.

When Rory spoke next, his voice had that same bass growling note that he’d used when he’d commanded Liam to come last night. “Slut, present yourself.”

Liam choked, waiting for the girl to give Rory a much deserved punch in the dick. Instead, Susie spread her thighs farther apart and lowered her gaze to the ground while her hands gracefully rested by her side. Rory continued to pet her. “Liam, this is my submissive. As a treat for her being such a good girl, I told her that I was going to fulfill one of her fantasies and that we are both going to fuck her today. She’s a greedy slut and will suck you dry if you let her, but I know you’ll help me keep her in hand.”

Liam gaped at him. Had his friend lost his fucking mind? He glanced down at Susie and then back at Rory, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on. Was this a joke? Some kind of prank? He searched his best mate’s face, and Rory grinned, his gaze nothing but lust. No, not a prank. Trying to form some kind of coherent reply but unable to make his stunned brain function, Liam merely nodded like this happened to him all the time. Rory was acting like everything he just said was so normal, like they tag-teamed girls all the time. Liam was tempted to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t having a very erotic dream.

“One of her hard limits is anal, so I’m afraid one of us will have to take the mouth and the other her pussy.”

Flushing hard enough to fry an egg on his face, Liam grabbed Rory by the shoulder. “Can I have a word with you?”

Rory nodded, then looked to Susie. “I want you to think about what it’s going to be like to have your pussy licked by Liam while you service me.”

A visible shudder went through the woman’s small frame. “Yes, Master.”

Hauling his friend down the hall and into his bedroom, Liam shut the door and whispered, “What the fuck is going on? And what’s the deal with all this ‘Master’ bullshit? And I swear if you call her a slut one more time, I’m going to hit you myself.”

Rory leaned back against the closed door and crossed his arms over his chest. Today he wore a pair of khaki shorts and a dark T-shirt that showed off how wide his shoulders were. To Liam’s dismay, his cock stirred at the sight of his friend’s lips. He’d hoped that his attraction was a passing thing, something fueled by the porn and the beer, but he was stone-cold sober right now and still wanted to kiss Rory.

When his gaze reached his mate’s, he sucked in a breath at the lust blazing there. Rory gave him a sardonic grin. “Calm down. Being called a slut makes Susie soak her knickers…or at least it would if she wore any. Look, there are a couple things I need to tell you. First, I’m training to be a BDSM Master.”

“What?”

“Over Christmas break I met up with a mate of mine in London. He took me to this wild BDSM club, and it was like I’d come home.” Rory shook his head with a bemused, almost sad smile. “I told you I wasn’t lying about the kinky shit I do. It’s just so outside what you’ve been exposed to in that anal little ignorant fucking cow shithole you call home that you couldn’t believe it was true.”

“Fuck off.” Okay, so that pretty much described his home, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have pride in the fact that his ancestors had lived on that land for eleven generations. Shaking his head, Liam tried to process the fact that his roommate was some kind of sexual deviant. Okay, maybe not a sexual deviant, but this was so far outside Liam’s comfort zone that he just couldn’t process what his friend was saying. He took a deep breath and rubbed his face, trying to clear his head enough to think. “Right, BDSM. You mean you like to beat women?”

“No!” For a second Liam thought Rory was going to hit him, but the other man shook his head and gave Rory an offended look. “No, I don’t beat women. I might flog them, spank them, or paddle them, but I don’t beat them. Ask Susie. She’s the submissive I’ve been training with at a local BDSM club. You know that tutoring that I’ve been doing twice a week? Well, it wasn’t for a class, and I wasn’t at the university. I’ve been training at the club on how to become a Master.”

“Wait.” Liam stared at his friend. “What do you mean by become a Master?”

Rory ran a hand through his hair, frustration tightening the fine lines around his mouth. “This is hard to explain to someone in the lifestyle, let alone to a person who has really no clue about it, so bear with me.” He began to pace, and Liam stepped back to give him some room. “It’s like this. I love to be on top, and I don’t mean just physically. When I dominate a woman, when I fulfill her needs as a submissive, it is one of the most intense things I’ve ever experienced. And I’m not just talking about the sex. The Dominant and submissive relationship is one of the most honest relationships I’ve ever been in. Fuck, this is so hard to explain. For me, trust is a huge thing, and with the right submissive, I know that I can trust her to tell me what she wants, and she can trust me to give her what she needs. And one of Susie’s needs is to be called a slut by someone she knows isn’t trying to humiliate her.”

“That makes no fucking sense.”

With a shrug Rory paused for a moment, then began pacing again. “Why do any of the things that turn us on make sense? Look. She loves it rough, and I love giving it to her rough. It makes her orgasm like nothing I’ve ever seen. When my submissive is happy, floating on cloud nine because of what I’ve given her, it makes me feel complete. And the sex…fuck, the sex is beyond amazing. It’s like I’m connected with my submissive, like I can feel her pleasure.”

Liam watched his friend pace, processing his words. “And women like that? They like being told what to do and all that shit?”

“Yes, they do. Not all of them, but more than you would ever think would get off on it. You would be shocked at how many strong, ambitious women like to hand over the control in the bedroom. Look at Susie, for example. She’s going to graduate with distinction. She already owns her own business, and she doesn’t take shit from anyone. In fact, she’s one of the strongest women I’ve ever met, yet she craves the touch of a Master in the bedroom. Susie’s been going to the BDSM club where I’m training for around four years now, and she is one hundred percent submissive. Her personal kink is being a new Dominant’s first and then helping that man learn his craft. It gets her hot like you wouldn’t believe. So you, my friend, are like her ultimate aphrodisiac.”

A frenzy of questions, emotions, confusion, and hard lust swarmed through Liam’s mind. While the thought of hurting a woman didn’t appeal to him in the least, he really liked the idea of being everything a woman wanted in the bedroom. Liam had no doubt that he always left his women smiling after sex, but he couldn’t help but wonder how much better things could be if he’d really been truthful with his partner and vice versa about what they wanted in bed without fear of being called a pervert. Being in a relationship as open and honest as the one that Rory described made him curious as to what it would be like to be with a submissive. Curious and horny as fuck. Still, he had a hard time coming to terms with actually doing any of that with a real woman and having her enjoy it. “So Susie likes giving up control like that?”

“She loves it. You’ll see when we both take her. I’ve never seen a woman come so often or so hard.”

Embarrassment and desire warred in Liam’s mind. “Why the fuck do you want to share her with me? That’s not…normal.”

Rory sighed and his shoulders slumped. “I don’t care what ‘normal’ is. I only give a fuck about what works for me.” He hesitated, uncertainty showing for the first time beneath his jaded attitude. “I’ve also found that being an exhibitionist and a voyeur works for me as well.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

Holding his gaze, Rory said in a low voice, “It means watching you fuck Susie, knowing that you’re watching me fuck her, makes my dick rock hard.”

Holy shit did Liam want to look down and see if Rory was indeed as aroused as he said. Temptation sang its siren song, urging him to give up the conservative moral values that had been drilled into his head since birth and indulge in the hedonistic pleasures that Rory was offering. Liam cleared his throat. “I hope you don’t plan on trying any of that Master bullshit with me.”

Rory laughed. “No. You my friend are what is known as a Dominant, like me. This would be a lot easier if you were a submissive, but you’re not. We’d still be best mates. We’d still work on starting our gas and oil company after graduation. We’d just be dating the same girl. Would save us a lot on flowers, and between the two of us, she’d never be left wanting.”

“Uh, right.” Liam glanced toward the living room. “So both of us fucking her would turn you on more than just fucking her by yourself?”

“Absolutely.”

A million emotions raced through Liam’s mind, but his body wasn’t conflicted. His dick throbbed with the need to fuck, and damned if the idea of watching Rory getting his dick sucked by Susie didn’t make him even more aroused. Still, he worried about how wrong things could go. Liam didn’t know what the fuck he was doing; this was uncharted territory for him. Beyond his fucked-up feelings for Rory, there was Susie to think about. He didn’t want to disappoint the girl with his lack of knowledge, and even more, he didn’t want to do anything that she didn’t want. Sure, the girl in the porn movies had appeared to love the hell out of being with two men at once, but that was acting. This was the real life, and in real life he’d never met a girl who would like being called a slut or being spanked.

Liam tried to at least appear like he was taking this in stride rather than spazzing out. “Have you ever done this before?”

“Not with another guy. You’re the only one I’d share a woman with.” Rory closed the gap between them and gripped his shoulder. “You’re my best mate, and I trust you more than anyone in this world full of liars and cheats. Growing up as the son of London’s rock king I got to see the worst side of humanity from a very young age. The music industry is cutthroat and filled with liars. Not to mention all the groupies that would say or do anything so they could have the bragging rights of having fucked me. You like me for who I am, not who my parents are, or what you think I can do for you. I know you’d never betray my trust, and to me that is an unimaginably precious gift. I trust you, Liam. Completely and without question.”

Liam’s chest expanded with pride. He looked at his best mate, really tried to see who he was and not who Liam thought he was. When he looked into Rory’s eyes, he could see the other man’s absolute trust, and it touched him deeply. He’d never considered Rory’s life in that way, never thought about how hard it had been for him to grow up in such an adult world. Little things began to click into place: how long it had taken Rory to open up to Liam, how Rory never seemed to really let his guard down until they were alone. When they’d been out together and someone would go all gaga over Rory about his parents, Liam would always step in and try to steer the conversation in other directions. At the time he’d done it because he knew his mate was uncomfortable, but he didn’t realize just how much Rory needed him.

Fuck. Rory needed him.

Liam took a good look at his friend, seeing him more clearly than he ever had before. While they had lots of friends, Liam was the only person Rory really was himself around. Underneath the bravado and arrogance was a man who really didn’t trust anyone, didn’t let anyone into his life…except for Liam.

“Let’s do this before I lose my nerve.”

Rory gave him such a relieved smile that Liam pushed aside his doubts and fears, determined to be strong for his friend.

When they came back to the living room, Susie was still where they’d left her. Now that he knew she was a “trained submissive”—whatever the hell that meant—he tried to see if that made her different from other women. For one thing she didn’t fuss at them for taking so long, or pout, or any of the bullshit girls usually did. Instead she kept her eyes to the floor, the slight tensing of her shoulders the only indication that she knew they were there.

Liam found himself focusing on her in a way he never had before. He could look his fill, stare as long as he wanted, and she would stay still in order to fulfill his needs.

His gaze traveled to her slender throat where a thin gold ring circled her neck. Above that ring, her pulse beat hard, and he wanted to bite her there, make her moan.

Clearing his throat, Liam glanced down at Susie and back up at Rory. “Lass, are you sure this is okay? I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to.”

Susie looked up at him, a deep desire burning in her brown eyes. Her mouth softened, and she tilted her head just a bit so she was looking at Liam through her lashes. “It would please me very much to have two Masters work me over.” She reached out and almost casually cupped Liam’s balls with her delicate hand, making him jump. “Don’t worry. I like it rough. You can take me as hard as you want, and I will only scream for more.”