Twice the Bang (6 page)

He lowered his eyebrows in an incredulous frown. “Seriously? Did you just say that to me?””

“And if I did?”

He smoothed one hand down to her bottom. “Count.” It lifted and dropped with a heavy thud against her skin.

Something she could handle. “One.”

Another thuddy clap, and she eased her legs a little wider, hoping he’d hit her center. “Two. Three.” Her skin was already heating, so was her core. She wriggled. “Um, four.”

The claps stopped. Beau sighed. “This punishment isn’t going to work because I’m not willing to hurt you, and you’re not at all concerned because you know it.” He gripped her shoulder to help her rise. When she stood beside him, her shorts still around her thighs, he indicated toward the table.

Secretly thrilled to comply, she turned and bent over the table.

“Pull up your shirt. I want your tits on the pink Formica.”

She heard a zipper scratch. Heard the rustle of foil and then the snap of latex. Pansy’s mouth eased into a full smile as she reached out her arms to the sides to flatten her breasts against the table and raised her toes to tilt her bottom higher.

When the tip of his cock pushed against her, she wiggled slightly, helping him ease into her. Her breath caught as he drove deep. She enjoyed a forceful thrust.

His cockhead was blunt, not as fat as Billy’s, but the equally thick girth that followed pressed against her walls. For a second, she felt ashamed. She’d fucked two men within hours of each other. What a slut. Not that her remorse could withstand the pleasure.

When he was buried deep, his groin snuggled against her ass, he leaned over her back and gripped her shoulders. Pinned to the table, she couldn’t move.

“I want you to wear the costume in the black bag when you come to the club tonight.”

“Okay.” She wriggled again, hoping he’d start moving.

“Mondo asked me whether I’d mind Billy watching our session.”

Before she could respond, he began moving. She thought about his even tone and wondered if he ever raised his voice. Then she wondered what his decision had been. Pansy turned her head, trying to see him behind her, but she was still mashed to the table. “Well? What did you tell him?”

“He’s welcome to watch and learn. But you’re mine tonight. He can’t say a word.” He gave her another deep stroke. “That okay with you?”

What the fuck? Pansy wrinkled her nose, wishing she could see his expression before answering, but he stroked again, this time a more forceful thrust that crammed through her swelling inner tissues. The feeling was sublime—hot, hard—and she slumped against the cool hard tabletop. “That’s fine. Will he be in the room or watching from the security monitors?”

“Since I don’t want him to miss a single moan or you begging to come, he’s welcome to stand right in front of you. But everything depends on the first choice you make.”

Her mind skipped over that last vague statement. Pansy couldn’t help it. The picture that formed in her mind of Billy watching while Beau had his wicked way with her was so close to her own favorite personal fantasy she groaned. Even knowing Billy might flatly refuse, she couldn’t deny the thrill the thought of it caused.

Beau let go of her shoulder and gripped her hips, lifting her bottom to improve the angle and thrust deeper this time. His motions quickened, pounding her bottom and shaking the table so badly it started to inch across the floor.

Just when she started to worry about the linoleum and her coffee cup dancing closer to the edge, he reached beneath her and began flicking her clit. Each sharp tap reverberated through her. Her pussy clamped down, ripples climbing her walls to clasp around his shaft. Her nipples spiked, sliding on the cool, smooth table with each jolting thrust.

A smack landed on one buttock, then other, sharper than the thuddy ones he’d used to warm her backside before. She cried out, but not in pain. The slaps sent her over the edge and her back curved upward, her head bent back as he continued hammering her from behind until he’d milked every last contraction from her orgasm.

When she fell gently against the table, Beau withdrew. His zipper scratched. Kisses, one on each globe of her bottom, pressed against the hot stamps he’d left. “Don’t be late,” he said, his voice far too cheerful for a man who hadn’t come.

She didn’t move, not because he hadn’t given her permission, but because she was afraid her legs wouldn’t hold her up.

When the door closed with a soft snick, only then did she push up on her arms. Confused by everything she’d done, by both men’s actions and attitudes, she wondered if maybe all of it was some sort of test.

She knew for a fact Billy wasn’t into the scene and wasn’t accustomed to her lifestyle. She also knew he didn’t like Beau, even though he barely knew him. And Beau, for all his stoic posturing, was a possessive man. So how could he be so blasé about the fact she’d spent the previous night in bed with another man and then invite that same man to watch their play?

The biggest question though, was for herself. Why was she doing this—letting two men pursue her at the same time and allowing them both intimacies? She wasn’t truly promiscuous. Yes, she played at the club, but not often, and only when someone needed a good demo girl. And if she orgasmed, it wasn’t due to intercourse, but rather to having a Dom torture her clit with a soft flogger until she begged for release. And yes, she’d never been shy about nudity or her own sexuality. But she sensed that either, or maybe even both, of these men might be perfect for her.

There had been those moments at Aiden’s, first meeting Beau’s steady gaze and realizing how truly happy she was to have his full attention. She’d felt warmth spread through her, not a sexual kind, but a cozy homecoming. Then she’s seen Billy striding right for her—a moment when her heart had stopped and she’d been unable to look away. Within minutes, she’d had two experiences that had felt important, even inevitable. And Pansy believed in fate.

She’d had boyfriends, been exclusive a couple of times, but never felt any sense of connection or deep-seated need for her partner. It wasn’t until her closest friends, Jenn and Aiden, had found happiness in a relationship with Craig, that she’d felt a twinge of envy and discovered she was ready to find something like that for herself. The thought of belonging to someone else, maybe two someone elses, made her feel prickly inside. Hopeful. On the verge of something wonderful.

Last night, Billy had snuck up on her, surprising her with his intuitive lovemaking and quiet dominance. And Beau? Well, he was just the kind of man she needed in her life. Steady as a rock to anchor her flighty ways. And he’d been the man she’d longed for from afar for months. Now that she’d gotten a brief taste of what being his might be like, she definitely wanted more.

She edged off the table and sank into the chair he’d been sitting on, and then looked down at the black bag.

Beneath the pretty silver tissue paper, she found her costume. She dug deeper, finding the rest of the
props
, not understanding at first what they all meant. Not until she found the envelope at the very bottom and opened it.

Reading Beau’s neatly written instructions, she felt a smile stretch across her face. Beau was a wicked, wicked man. Poor Billy’s eyes would pop. He’d never see it coming.

Gleeful chuckles erupted, followed by a glow that warmed her chest and face. Pansy sighed. What a lucky girl she was.

Chapter Five

Muted music sounded through the insulated walls as Beau stood in the center of Mondo’s well-outfitted playroom at La Forge.

Mondo patted his shoulder. “Do you have everything you need?”

Beau pursed his lips. “Only thing I need is her. She’s late.”

“Pansy’s not the most punctual person. She might have gotten distracted on her way here.”

He left unsaid the fact Beau’s competition might have been the one to distract her. Something Beau didn’t want to worry about. After this morning, he thought he and Pansy had a connection, one they hadn’t acted on for months, but that had always been there as they circled each other inside the club. Why had he waited so long to act? Had he lost his opportunity to convince her she needed him in her life? He hoped her gift was something she liked, that he hadn’t misjudged her sense of adventure.

Mondo gave him another pat. “I’ll watch the door.”

Beau didn’t move. He didn’t want to want to admit it, even to himself, but he’d be disappointed if she ditched their date. He’d savored this long chase. Enjoyed figuring out ways to get her to watch him. Favoring easy, flamboyant subs for play just to see the wry curl of Pansy’s mouth as she shook her head when she passed him.

Maybe he’d misread everything. Maybe she’d been disgusted with his
flirting
—not amused or intrigued.

And he’d been so careful to surprise her. Letting her see him use techniques that relied on denial rather than physical punishments to ratchet up his partner’s arousal. Things he knew Pansy was into.

She liked to play, to be enticed. Liked a blindfold and restraints while being teased with feather until she begged for release. He knew, because he’d watched her when she’d accepted invitations to play with some of the Doms in the club, including Mondo, who had stood her in chains while using a vibrator to arouse her but wouldn’t give her permission to come.

Her knees had turned inward and her hips had pulsed forward and back. When her expression contorted as she rode the edge of ecstasy, he’d been drawn to the side of the raised dais. There, he’d watched the fine quivers shaking her belly and the rivulet of whitish fluid trickling down one thigh, and he’d been enthralled.

He’d had no forewarning she’d be at Aiden’s, but when she’d strolled inside the playroom, her gaze scanning the small crowd until it locked on him, he’d known the time had finally come to make his move.

Too bad there’d been someone else ready to step between them.

He heard the snick of the door behind him.

“Sure you don’t want to keep this private between the two of you?” Mondo asked.

Without looking back, Beau shook his head. “I know I haven’t said much. But watching Jackson, Gus and now Craig so happy with their lives, I guess I’m finally ready to experience some of that for myself.” He turned his head to meet Mondo’s dark gaze. “Aren’t you?”

He knew Mondo’s pain. He’d been Ash’s mentor and had fallen in love with her. Something he’d revealed to all of them at Ash’s initiation. Mondo had stood aside for a friend because he’d known it was the right thing to do. But watching Gus and Ash so happily involved had to hurt.

Mondo’s mouth curved into a small smile. “I’m ready. I just need the right woman to convince me before I’m through playing. Good luck to you,
amigo
.”

When he left, Beau stared around the room one more time. He didn’t have a game plan. Not really. And he wasn’t sure what Pansy really wanted. She had two options tonight. The one she chose would set their course.

Was she falling for Billy or Beau, or for both? Watching Pansy for all those months, he’d learned to read her emotions. Always easy with smiles and a smart-ass jibe, her eyes told the truth of what was going on inside. He’d read joy the moment their gazes met at Aiden’s, and he’d basked in that feeling. But then he’d read a kind of lustful awe in her expression the moment Billy had barreled toward her.

And he knew it wasn’t some passing whimsy. She was a flighty, flirty thing, but she didn’t give herself easily, despite where she worked and what she did in front of a crowd. Pansy was like a kitten who needed a warm lap, a bowl of cream and plenty of affection. Only then would she truly thrive.

The big question for Beau was could he share her? He wasn’t Craig. Wasn’t bisexual. He’d shared women, but only for kicks—and once to help Jackson nail every item on Marti’s kinky bucket list.

But he’d seen how sharing could work. With his friends. With lovers committed to each other’s happiness. Could he be that selfless if it meant making room for Pansy to love another man?

He shook his head and then pulled his PD T-shirt shirt over his head. He hadn’t changed from his blue jeans into any leather costume because he wanted Pansy to know by just looking at him that he was open to accept whichever choice she made.

He’d greet her, ready to play here, or with a quick wardrobe addition, ready to play elsewhere. His friends were primed for a change of venue as well. They’d follow his lead, ready to pitch in to help make this a night Pansy would never forget.

Beau closed his eyes and centered his thoughts. Reaching for calm to steady his heart. He wanted this badly. Wanted her in his life. Already he could imagine her hanging with the crew, fitting in as naturally as the other women they’d brought inside the circle. They already knew her. Already loved her.

If only she’d love them. Beau breathed deeply and glanced in the mirror. His face was schooled into its usual inscrutable mask. Hiding his trepidation, his worry. His body was nude of hair and he rubbed his head, satisfied, he’d taken care of his appearance. Not because he was vain. He knew he was handsome, knew women desired him, but he was only concerned about Pansy’s opinion. He wanted her to know he’d take care of himself, in every way, to ensure she had a partner willing to be everything she wanted.

If she chose him. He grimaced. Billy wasn’t a bad sort. Beau could learn to tolerate his presence as well. Would the other man even consider the possibility?