Dusted Star

“Of course, referring to it as a hen party hadnothing to do with the fact they cut you off at the knees without breaking a sweat.” Kyle West’s southern drawl filled the air as he stepped around his brother, taking in the group with a quick look around. “I’m not sure what you said to my brother to remind him of that humbling experience, but I’d like to thank you just the same. It always does my heart good to see my little brother brought toheel although you might want to be careful about this particular venue.” This time it was Lakyn’s turn to laugh. She recognized a smackdown when she heard one, no matter how veiled. Kyle West had just warned her to watch her mouth inside the club.Message received.

“True on all counts. Never let it be said southern women can’t take you down a peg or two, and we all know sugar doesn’t hold a candleto their sweetness while they’re doing it. I assure you, I was much more respectful to the lovely ladies of the Rose Society after thatunfortunate incident.” The way Kent said the last two words told Lakyn he’d been quoting someone, she suspected his mother, and it was all she could do to hold back her smile.

Without further comment, they all moved to a small stage area, and Lakyn was surprisedto see so many people gathered in the small space. There was no way they’d all be able to sit in the lounge chairs and sofas scattered around the area in front of the stage.

The tall plants bordering the enclosure made it seem intimate without walls, and Lakyn wondered who had designed the club’s interior. There were obvious nods to the old west, but it was clear the designer hadn’t felt theneed to turn it into a western movie set. The sleek lines of the lighting over the stage hid the riggings Tobi had told her about, and Lakyn leaned down trying to get a better look at the elaborate array of steel cables and pulleys.

“Come.” Trac grasped her hand in his much larger one and moved to the side, so they’d be closer to the stage. “You seem very interested in how things work, so we’llstand here. It will give you a clearer view, and there is always the added bonus of having you on your feet.” When she looked up and him in confusion, his answering grin made him look more like an ornery teen than a former soldier. Juan had given her a brief overview of their backgrounds while he’d been combing the tangles from her hair, and she’d had to admit, the information had gone a long wayto convince her she was safe in their care.

Juan leaned close to whisper, “We plan to monitor your responses very carefully during the scene,Cariña.Since Tobi’s Masters are going to use a variety of new toys on her, we’ll get a chance to find out what you find appealing.”

“So, it’s okay for me to talk? I thought Kyle’s words sounded like a warning. I am worried about Mia, she was so nice tooffer to feed me.”

“No, it’s isn’t okay for you to speak unless you’re given permission or asked a direct question. Remember, you address Doms as Master Kent, Master Kyle, Mistress Rebecca, Sir, or Madame will also work. Mia knows the plan changed. There is food across the room, and we’ll make sure you eat when you’re hungry.” Trac paused for a heartbeat, but it was long enough for her to wonderwhat he was planning to say he thought she wasn’t going to appreciate. “We are the only Doms you will address simply as Master.”

“That’s because you belong to us, and we belong to you.” She’d understood what Trac had been trying to say since this was a point made in almost all the erotic novels she’d read, but she felt her cheeks flush with Juan’s blatant admission. “We’ll also settle for Sir—fornow.” She felt herself tremble as the heat from her cheeks spread over her exposed skin.

“I love seeing that flush of arousal, Princess. Come here.” He held out his hand, and when she slid her palm against his, Trac pulled her roughly against his chest. “You’re just a little bit, baby. I’m going to have to get you a stepstool, so I can kiss you for as long as I like without breaking my back.”Before his words worked their way through her desire fogged mind, he’d cradled the back of her head in his enormous palm and bent her slowly backward until her back was arched, her tightly peaked nipples pressed firmly against his chest. The first touch of his lips against hers sent tiny pinpricks of heat through her brain, and he took full advantage of her gasp.

The kiss was scorching hot, Trac’stongue plunging deep and sweeping the inside of her mouth. He tasted sweet and smelled like citrus mint. When she sighed against his lips, he pulled her tighter against him. There was no mistaking the steel of his erection searing against her, and she found herself wiggling against his length in an effort to elicit some kind of response. A stinging swat against her almost bare ass made her jerkin his arms. He pulled back enough to speak.

“You’re playing with fire, Princess,” he growled. “Don’t think we won’t waltz you out of here and fuck you on the nearest horizontal surface.” The sexual tension between them was practically crackling in the air.

Kyle’s voice sounded over the speakers, breaking the mood, and Lakyn wasn’t sure if she was grateful for the chance to clear her head ordisappointed for the lost moment. She tried to listen to what Kyle West was saying, but his words faded into the background quickly as she watched Kent securing their wife inside a large polished steel circle.

“You’ll notice this ring is new. Since Tobi and several of the other submissives in the club are petite, we commissioned this. It’s a new and much-improved version of the one suspendedabove.” When Kyle’s words finally made their way through the haze of Lakyn’s arousal, she looked up to see a larger ring suspended in the rigging above the stage.

“As usual, Clint and the creative crew at E.G.A. Fabrication in Sealy have exceeded our expectations. We’ll be having a separate demonstration tomorrow night to show you the added safety features and the numerous modifications designedwith your pleasure in mind. I’m confident you’ll be as pleased as I am with the changes.” Kyle continued to speak about the hinges and torso straps, but Lakyn’s focus locked on the interplay between Kent and Tobi.

Kent’s hands rarely left her for more than a second or two as he secured the straps around her wrists, ankles, and torso. Next, he threaded a long piece of silk through a small metalloop on the inside of the ring. Tying it off, he pulled the silk behind Tobi’s head. Before he wrapped it all the way around her head, he pressed soft kisses over each of her eyes, and even though Lakyn couldn’t hear what he was saying, it was easy to see Tobi visibly relax as he spoke. After securing the end of the silk cloth to loop on the opposite side of the ring, Kent carefully fanned the fabricout over the back of her blonde hair and tucked her long blonde braid securely between the folds.

The dress Tobi wore was what the fashion houses call an exaggerated A-line halter, but Lakyn had always thought of the simple design as a tent dress. With her arms extended to the eleven and one o’clock positions on the ring, the audience was being treated to a teasing view of her very bare pussylips. Unless you were looking closely, you might not notice the dark rose colored petals, but Lakyn took in every nuance of the picture in front of her, and it was the single most erotic thing she’d ever seen.