Punishing Petra [Locks and Chains 3] (16 page)

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Caleb had never wanted to choke the life out of one of his best friends more than he did right now. Why the hell had Craig not told him, that sneaky fucking prick. Hell, he didn’t have an issue with Craig having fucked her. He’d shared many women with Craig in the past. He’d even had some of Craig’s slaves for punishment and pleasure. Hell, to be one of Craig’s women proved that not only was she special to him and obviously Kyle, she was special in the club. But he’d never heard of a slave rejecting an offer from Craig Blackwell, and that news would have spread like wildfire.

“Why haven’t I ever heard of this before? We all know you would’ve been the talk of the club,” he said. She would carry the badge around with her forever. She’d be queen of all the subs.

“I don’t believe in spreading gossip, and I have no desire to be the talk of the club either.” Discretion and class, the woman had it in spades. She may actually be better than him. She may actually be too good for him. He didn’t like that thought. He wanted her and was going to have her only for this weekend, and then he was walking away and leaving her to Kyle.

“I would ask that you don’t mention this to anyone please. This was between Master Craig and myself, and I want it to remain private. Just as it has for the past couple of years,” she said.

“Of course, little sub, we won’t abuse your trust,” Kyle answered.

“Thank you. Is there any other part of my history you wish to know, Masters?” she asked.

“No, I think that’s enough for me, how about you, Caleb?”

“All I wanted to know was how far we could push her and what her previous knowledge was, as we already know her soft and hard limits.” They’d all exchanged the club’s standard forms before leaving home, all agreeing and accepting them. They’d also gotten Petra’s safe word, which still made him chuckle. He never would have pegged her as being a sci-fi geek. He acted as though he didn’t understand what Romulan meant, but he was not above watching
Star Trek
in his teenage years. Her hard limits stopped at water sports, blood play, piercings, needle play, and other activities which would cause permanent damage. At the time he thought she wasn’t educated enough to understand what all the items on the list were. But now he realized, not only did she know what they were, she would have experienced them all and wasn’t willing to do them again. He’d been pleased when they all had the same hard limits. He and Kyle had both put a hard limit on male-on-male interaction as well, thank the fuck. He didn’t know what he would have done had Kyle wanted some man-on-man. This weekend just got so much more interesting with the knowledge of her training. He could literally do anything he wanted, ropes, wax, spanking, caning, flogging, whipping, nipple play, forced oral sex, anal play, role play, shit, the list went on and on.

“Yep, I’m good, little sub. As soon as we arrive, once you’re inside the cabin, you will strip off every piece of clothing, and you will kneel in the greet position and wait for your collar. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

He looked over at Kyle and matched his wicked grin. Together they were going to fuck every memory of Craig from her. They would make every memory she had of ever being a slave theirs. He didn’t spend any time thing about the fact that this new development bonded Kyle and himself together. He didn’t want to put much thought into it at all. He just wanted to punish Petra and make a mark on her that she could never wash off, never heal, and never forget. He also slammed the lid on the little fucker in his head trying to say something to him. He could just shut the fuck up.

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Petra took a deep cleansing breath of air and allowed the relief to wash over her. When she’d told them about Craig and saw their angry reactions, she wanted to take it all back. Then she wanted to kick them both in the nuts. How dare they judge her for her past. She’d seen some of the skanks hanging off Caleb’s arm in the past. So what, she’d been Craig’s slave. It wasn’t like the guy loved her or anything. They were friends and good company for each other. They’d had a lot of fun together and still did, but they were never in love. Gee, it wasn’t like they were offering her a permanent relationship either. No one had spoken about a future past this weekend, and here they were getting their dicks all twisted just because she’d served one of their friends. Did that mean she could get pissed off at them for each and every woman they’d commanded? No, it was such a stinking double standard. Well, fuck them. She was happy that she’d had the experience with Craig. She’d learnt a lot.
You little liar, you were panicking that they’d turn the car around and dump your ass.
Was not, she said to that tiny little pathetic voice in her head.
That’s it, babe, start talking to yourself. That’s a sure sign that you’re mentally stable.
Fuck! She needed to focus. Okay, so when they arrived she would strip and get into position. Yes, focus on the facts. Yes, that’s what she’d do. She would kneel then grab them both by the balls and crush them in her hands for making her spend even one second doubting herself. She would give them some ball torture for making her feel for a moment as though she was ashamed of her past. The memory of something Sara said rushed to her brain.
No one can make you feel anything. You can only feel what you allow yourself to feel.
She’d never understood that concept, but like hell she was going to try to figure it out now. She needed to think of what she could do to them while under the guise of obeying. She could scrape her teeth over their cocks if they commanded her to suck them off, and simply give a little nip and then a quick apology. That might work. She continued to ponder her options for the next half hour in the quiet vehicle, visualizing different scenarios. The manuscript she needed to edit was forgotten. The book could be released next month. She was too busy planning her revenge.

Chapter Sixteen

The car stopped outside a little cottage in the middle of nowhere. Well, she supposed it was somewhere, but not exactly a somewhere she could ever remember being. The little country town did have a name, but she was so engrossed in the population sign stating 489 and a handwritten plus one underneath that the actual name of the town hadn’t registered in her brain. She felt a shiver of anticipation and even a little twinge of fear at the weekend ahead. She’d made heaps of plans of the ways she could exact her revenge, but she chided herself for being a bratty sub. She understood why subs were bratty, as they loved to grab their Masters’ attention so they could be punished, but she didn’t respect them if they did it all the time. There had to be some give and take.

Then again, being bratty right now sounded great. She wanted to put them back in their place. She wanted…She wanted them to want her no matter what or who she’d done in the past. She wanted them to tell her it was okay and that they still respected and desired her. She wanted them to tell her there would never be another man in her life except them. She wanted them to want to keep her forever like every sappy, pathetic woman she’d ridiculed in the past. Lost in her own meltdown, she decided not to punish them because if she couldn’t even sort her head out, she was likely to do something she would regret forever. Getting out of the car, she walked toward the cabin and unbuttoned her shirt and then removed it completely. There weren’t any houses in sight and the road looked private, so she also removed her bra, letting the sun caress and warm her naked skin.

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Caleb watched as Petra stripped naked in the front yard of the cabin, but the only thought running through his head as he watched was how many times Craig had seen her like this. Jealousy burned through him. He wanted to be the only one. He wanted to possess her, own her, and hide her from the world, his own special secret beauty. He’d never felt like this before over a sub, and he didn’t understand why he was feeling like this now. He didn’t know what he should be thinking, but he knew this jealousy was wrong. He shouldn’t care, she should be just like all the others in his past, but she wasn’t. She unlocked something in him, and she opened a door he desperately needed to remain shut. He couldn’t do forever. He couldn’t want one single woman. He would never end up like his father. His father was so lost and broken by his wife’s death almost two decades ago that he remained single to this day. No one could ever take the place of his mother in his father’s heart, and he still mourned her to this day. He was a great father who had given him a strict but cherished childhood. He knew his father was just waiting to die so he could spend his afterlife with his beloved wife. He wouldn’t, he couldn’t live like that, being so dependent on one person. Being so desperately, soul-deeply in love with one person only led to heartache and years of suffering.

Pushing his feelings down, he forced himself to try to accept the fact that she had a past and there was nothing he or she could do about it. So focusing on this weekend and what he could do with her was all he needed to think about. He turned and saw Kyle, and for the first time he realized it was a blessing to have Kyle here. With the three of them together, there wouldn’t be an opportunity for any great love affair to begin. Hell, you couldn’t do that with three people. That was strictly between two people, and so Kyle being here brought safety. The little voice inside his head called him a liar and tried to point out that there were many ménage couples who showed a deep love and commitment to each other and that having Kyle wouldn’t stop what was destined. But he just bitch-slapped that little bastard voice and pushed him back into the deep depths of his psyche where he could once again ignore him.

“In the cabin, slave, and get into the greet position,” he reminded Petra. As he watched her gracefully kneel into position, he admired her body. It would never get old looking at her curves, and it still amazed him that he’d never noticed her before. How could he have missed this killer body and this beautiful, open, loving, honest, vivacious creature? She was one in a million. No, she was one of a kind. His inner voice tried to say something to him, but instead of listening he focused on the hardening of his cock, enjoying the feeling of it filling and pushing against the fabric of his pants. Petra looked so peaceful kneeling there, and she seemed so deep in thought. He watched as she licked her lips. The pink tongue rubbing against those luscious full lips pushed him further toward the peak of he didn’t know where, and so, staring at her mouth, he walked right up to her, his crotch level with her eyes.

“Take out my cock,” he commanded, enjoying the feeling of her hand unzipping him and fishing inside, taking hold of his cock and pulling it out through his zipper. The sight of her small hands on his cock gave him an ego boast as they made it look huge. He chuckled to himself, feeling ten feet tall. This was what he needed. He could feel his power return. He could feel his inner beast awakening, and he smiled down at her.

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Petra decided to enjoy her enslavement and give both of these men all of herself. There would be no point in holding anything back. She would apply herself to the role just as she had done before. In the past her greatest challenge was with Master Craig, when he had pushed her like no other, pulling and prodding at her not only physically but also mentally. He had forced her to face her inner self, and she had risen to be the person she now was. She wasn’t that naïve little thing anymore who was happy to accept any command or follow any order either in the bedroom or out of it because she was looking for acceptance. She was not a slave. She had been disappointed at first as she had so desperately wanted to live the lifestyle 24/7 and had thought that a slave/Dom relationship would give her what she wanted. As time went on, though, she realized she was a submissive, and her personality wouldn’t accept a meek existence. She was too out spoken and too demanding.

When she discovered her love of painful pleasure, that final piece to the puzzle of her inner self just pushed her further away from mainstream kink. Her high pain tolerance was an advantage as a child as those knocks and scrapes didn’t worry her. It was a hindrance in the world of the average BDSM lover as most sadists weren’t sane people, and they lacked empathy. Most didn’t even acknowledge their partners, let alone care for their needs. Kyle and Caleb were unique. They both had empathy, and her comfort and safety was always their first consideration. They were her best and wildest fantasy come to life. She’d be an idiot not to do all she could to keep them. If it wasn’t meant to work out, at least she’d be able to say she tried as hard as she could. She would then deal with the heartache or rather the heartbreak later. Now was the time to show them what they would get if they chose her.

Opening her mouth, she licked and sucked at Caleb’s cock without taking it into her mouth. He had asked to be pleasured, not sucked off.

“Very good, slave. Now I want you to lie down on the bed.”

She was jolted by his command. He hadn’t wanted her to continue, and she ran through her mind what she’d done, wondering if she’d put him off somehow. Standing, she looked around the cabin for the first time. It was basically one big room. The kitchen was against the back wall near the only other door, which she guessed led to the bathroom. A small sitting area with a couch, coffee table, and TV was in one corner, and in the other corner was a massive bed. She looked around again and didn’t see a table and chairs. She guessed they would have to eat at the coffee table. The cabin was Spartan but had a rustic, homey feel.