My Wicked Trainers (A Club Wicked Spring Fling) (5 page)

Yeah, he would never be able to explore the intense emotions he had for Liam as a gay couple, but if they were a triangle instead of a straight line, this could work.

He picked Susie up and carried her to his bedroom, then tossed her on the bed where she landed with a giggle, a boneless heap of smooth brown limbs. He waited a second for Liam to join them, then went to look out the door to see what was taking him so long.

Liam stood just on the other side of Rory’s bedroom door and gave him an unsure smile. “Hey.”

Rory could have pushed it, could have told how much he wanted to kiss his mate, but in a rare moment of uncertainty, chickened out and took the easier path.

“We aren’t done yet. Come on in. We need to take care of our submissive.”

Liam’s eyes grew wide. “Our submissive?”

“Of course.” He took a step forward and put his hand on Liam’s bare shoulder, loving the feel of his smooth skin and the steel beneath. “You’re my best mate, and I want to share everything with you.”

Liam leaned forward, and for a brief moment, Rory hoped they were going to kiss, but instead Liam took him in a quick, hard hug. “Thanks…just thanks.”

With a smile that didn’t quite reach his soul, Rory led Liam into his bedroom to where their submissive waited for them. Liam crawled onto the bed next to Susie, and she eagerly snuggled into his arms. With a low sigh, Liam held her close and cuddled her, his big frame dwarfing her slender form. Before joining them, Rory grabbed some expensive chocolates from a small box in the drawer of his bedside table.

Liam gave him a questioning look as Rory lifted the sheets, sliding beneath and pressing up against Susie’s back. “Open up, darling girl.”

Susie turned and obediently did as she was told, accepting the chocolate with a happy sigh. “Oh, thank you, Master.”

When Rory offered Liam one, he took it with a questioning look. “Thanks.”

Trying to keep his expression and body language relaxed and casual, Rory moved closer until Susie was cradled between them with the men’s bodies touching at various points beneath the sheets. Liam tensed but didn’t pull away.

“Susie has been conditioned to equate chocolate with praise and pleasure.”

“Uh…okay.”

She giggled and ran the tips of her fingers down the side of Liam’s face. “Let me try to explain. When I was being trained as a submissive, my Master would always give me a small bit of chocolate just as I was about to orgasm as part of my reward for following his directions, for pleasing him. Because of that, my body and mind now associate chocolate with intense pleasure.”

For a long time Liam was quiet, his gaze distant as he stroked Susie’s skin, his hand occasionally brushing Rory’s. “Susie, can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

“Why do you like this?”

She let out a long sigh. “I wish I had some neat, tied-up-in-a-bow answer, but I don’t. The best I can say is that for me, for all women, our arousal is mostly mental. Submission strokes me the right way both mentally and physically. It’s like, well, before I discovered a name for what I felt, sex was good and fun, but it was lacking. I never really felt a connection to my partner, not like I do with a Master. When I submit, when I give myself over to the will of a Dominant that I trust, I feel like I’m really being me for the first time.”

Liam slowly nodded. “I can understand that. But what about the pain? How can you like it?”

“Well, I’m not as into it as some submissives are, but for me, the pain turns into pleasure.” She made a little frustrated sound and shifted between them. “Gosh, this is so hard to explain. If you just walked up to me and slapped me on the bottom and called me a slut, I’d probably deck you. But during a scene, when I’m deeply connected with my Master or Masters, it becomes something amazing.”

Rory began to gently stroke her neck, driven by the need to soothe her. “Liam, why don’t you come to the BDSM club with me tonight? I can introduce you to my mentor, and he’ll probably be able to give you a better explanation.”

Liam’s gaze shifted to him, and Rory’s heart thudded at the yearning and the conflict that he saw in his friend’s eyes. “I don’t know if I could do this with another guy besides you.”

Warmth spread through Rory, a pleasure that mixed with his fading afterglow and heated him from the inside out. Not wanting Liam to see how intensely his words affected him, he lowered his head to give Susie a brief kiss on her forehead. “Trust me when I say you’re the only bloke I’d ever share a girl with. We’ll just go there to talk, to give you a better idea of what this is all about.”

Liam briefly squeezed Rory’s shoulder before returning his attention to Susie. He began to play with her nipple piercings in a way that had her practically purring with pleasure. “Sounds good. Think you’re up for another round, lass?”

Susie gave Rory a wink before nodding. “Yes, Master.”

A great weight lifted from Rory’s heart, and he looked forward to sharing his life and his submissive with his best mate.

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Ann is Queen of the Castle to her wonderful husband and three sons in the mountains of West Virginia. In her past lives she’s been an import broker, a communications specialist, a US Navy civilian contractor, a bartender/waitress, and an actor at the Michigan Renaissance Festival. She also spent a summer touring with the Grateful Dead-though she will deny to her children that it ever happened.

From a young age she’s been fascinated by myths and fairytales, and the romance that often was the center of the story. As Ann grew older and her hormones kicked in, she discovered trashy romance novels. Great at first, but she soon grew tired of the endless stories with a big, wonderful, emotional buildup to really short and crappy sex. Never a big fan of purple prose (throbbing spears of fleshy pleasure and wet honey pots make her giggle), she sought out books that gave the sex scenes in the story just as much detail and plot as everything else without using cringe worthy euphemisms. This led her to the wonderful world of erotic romance, and she’s never looked back.

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