Crystal had played with him often enough she knew when he used his rigid Dom voice, he meant business. Turning in a huff, she padded over to the table and plopped down next to Sean’s new girl. The pretty strawberry-blonde had been friends for months with the other girls already enjoying committed relationships with his friends. Alessa and Sean’s recent pairing after discovering they were just right for each other left Trevor and Troy the last of the gang of seven still playing the field.
“Maybe you better hang on to the spatula,” Sean said, his cold countenance thawing when he looked at Alessa. Her lush curves spilled out of the skimpy, bright floral bikini with a thong bottom. No matter how many times Sean had bared her in front of the group, she still found it difficult to expose her round body to people she also socialized with.
“Good idea. Trevor was too lenient.” Troy snatched it out of the bin and picked up his plate. “Thanks, Jackson. Are you sticking around when we dock for a game or two?”
“No, Julie and I need to get back. We’re driving up to see her parents tomorrow, and you know I have to be well-rested to remain cordial to my future in-laws,” Jackson answered with a frown.
“You need to let the past go, bro. You two will be much happier,” Sean advised. As a psychologist, he enjoyed mothering them, and dishing out unasked for advice whenever he felt a situation warranted it. They either ribbed him about it or ignored him.
“You stepped into that one, Jackson,” Trevor stated without sympathy. He lifted the thick cheeseburger to his mouth and took a huge bite. “Mmm, good. Thanks.” Saluting him with the burger, he strolled over to join Troy and Crystal.
Can’t get better than this, Trevor mused when Zach and Dax and their wives joined them topside and rounded out their group. The banter circling the table volleyed back and forth between friendly gabbing and ribald remarks. He couldn’t ask for a finer way to end the week than by enjoying a pleasant afternoon cruise with the best friends a person could ask for, food aplenty to appease one appetite and a naked, willing sub pressed against him, waiting and willing to sate another. He was just swallowing his last scoop of potato salad when Dax had the gall to bring up the one topic sure to sour his mood.
“We haven’t heard from our resident abuser in several weeks. Do you still have people stationed in the clubs along the coast, Troy?” The heart surgeon tightened his arm around Krista’s waist, pinning her on his lap. She wore his collar along with his ring, and the pleasure she received from their strict, twenty-four/seven, Dom/sub lifestyle always shone in her vivid, blue-eyed gaze when she looked at her husband.
“There are only a few extras planted in the nearby clubs now since people don’t have unlimited time to travel on the weekends. All the club owners were warned to be diligent about admitting new members, and advised about his talent with disguises and coming up with verifiable false IDs. One or two have taken it seriously enough to put a hold on new memberships until we nab the son-of-a-bitch.” Troy shrugged, but anger toward the man who had been infiltrating BDSM clubs up and down the state and leaving abused, traumatized submissives behind, darkened his eyes.
“Not enough,” Miles growled, his jaw tightening with the frustration reflected on all the men’s faces.
Three documented victims of the unknown violator had come forward, but everyone suspected there were those who refused to report an assault fearing condemnation for being at such a place. The first case had landed on Troy’s desk as lead detective in the Assault Department, and for the past several months, Trevor’s frustration had matched his brother’s, and the rest of the gang’s, over the lack of leads to follow. Whoever he was, he knew what he was doing as, along with the effective disguises and altered IDs, the culprit had managed to keep his back to the security cameras when he’d lured the unsuspecting girls away from a club before showing his true colors. It didn’t help he’d scoped out different clubs each time.
“All we can do is hope he’ll make a mistake before someone else gets hurt,” Trevor sighed before glancing down at Crystal and squeezing her thigh. “Come on, sugar. Let’s get our minds on a more entertaining topic.” He looked over her head toward Troy.
Troy nodded. “I’m with you. Let’s make good use of a lounge.”
Crystal followed them over to a chaise that faced the shuffleboard and skeet shooting activities and then sprawled on the padded cushion with a blatant lift of her hips in invitation. The low murmurs of the others dispersing reached Trevor, but he didn’t pay attention to where everyone else was heading to play. Neither Dax nor Sean would appreciate Crystal’s silent demand for them to get on with pleasing her, but he wasn’t as strict as either of them or his brother when it came to the degree of his guest’s submission. As long as she was okay with bondage and got off on a touch of erotic pain, he could ignore her greedy, self-absorbed shenanigans.
“Not yet,” he chided, moving to the head of the chaise. “Raise your arms.”
“Spread your legs while you’re at it,” Troy instructed from the foot, his frown telling her he wasn’t happy with her pout and exaggerated sigh. “Knock off the theatrics if you want us to allow you to climax.”
Crystal complied by lifting her arms above her head and shifting her long legs apart so they could bind her wrists and thighs, but never did know when to keep her mouth shut. “You know I’m not into orgasm denial,” she snapped out.
“Tell me again why we invited her,” Troy groused, this time leveling his scowl toward Trevor.
“She was available.”
Troy answered Trevor’s simple reply with a tight jaw and a sharp slap on the inside of Crystal’s thigh. “I’d be more than happy to bend you over and let each of my friends deliver a few smacks on your ass,” he threatened.
Peeking down at her flushed face, Trevor noted the gleam of excitement in her eyes and had to work at holding back from smirking at Troy. They’d both played with Crystal enough times his brother should know she wouldn’t find that punishment a hardship. After checking to ensure the cuffs he’d wrapped around her wrists weren’t too tight, he pulled off his polo shirt and ran his palms down her arms and over her breasts before grasping both nipples in a pinch.
“Or, I can retrieve a cane from downstairs.” The sudden tautness of her muscles and adamant shake of her head revealed her dislike of that particular instrument.
“No, I’ll behave. Sorry, Sirs,” Crystal answered with as much contrition as she was capable of.
Troy nodded in approval. “Better.”
As Trevor began alternating between kneading the plump fullness of her breasts and tugging on her puckered nipples, Troy delved between her labia and pumped two fingers in and out of her pussy, setting up a steady rhythm. Frustrated groans pushed past her compressed lips as they drove her to the brink of orgasm over and over, but stopped short of letting her topple over the final hurdle into a climax.
“Shit!” she exclaimed the third time they pulled back the moment her body strained toward release. “I swear, if you two don’t let me come, I’ll never join you again.”
A smirk curled Troy’s mouth as he pinched her puffy, red clit. She screeched at the sharp pain, her perspiration slick body quivering from the need they’d built inside her. “Do something about her mouth, would you?”
The polite way his brother phrased the request didn’t fool Trevor. He suspected this would be the last time Troy would agree to inviting this sub to join them.
“Hey, you can’t blame me because… oh!” she gasped when he shucked his shorts and straddled her chest with his erection clasped in his fist.
Trevor slowly stroked his cock while grasping a handful of hair from behind Crystal’s head and bringing her face forward. “Open your mouth, Crystal.” He knew he didn’t have to issue the order; he already enjoyed firsthand knowledge of her talent in fellatio. But it never hurt to reiterate who was the boss with a sub who had trouble setting aside her independent nature during a scene. He liked a woman who could give as well as take what he dished out,
except during sex. Then, he preferred her to take, desired the relationship on his terms—or his and Troy’s.
Soft lips and a warm tongue wrapped around his girth, sending a shiver of lust straight down to his balls. He felt her hips shifting under him, her low moan of frustration vibrating down his shaft, forcing him to tighten his grip where he still held on at the base of his cock. Troy’s deep chuckle hinted at the torment he continued to heap upon her, the telltale sound of his fingers pumping with the aid of her copious juices giving away her enjoyment of his attention.
Trevor gazed down at Crystal’s flushed face, her cheeks hollowing as she pulled up with a tight suction, and another face flashed into his head. Instead of light brown, sun-streaked hair, an image of short, wavy, deep red hair filled his vision, dark lashes closed over sultry silver eyes. The curl of Crystal’s tongue under his cap sent a wave of heat gushing through his veins, returning Trevor’s full attention to the woman servicing him. He would wonder later why Paige Wilcox’s face kept intruding on his fun time.
“That’s it, sugar,” he crooned, executing short jabs into her mouth. The friction pushed his orgasm up from his balls with small contractions of pleasure, and he braced for the relief of an impending release. “Suck hard now, yes, just… like… that.” His hands tightened in her hair and at his base as his climax spewed forth and pleasure spiraled through his body in a torrential deluge of ecstasy.
“About fucking time.”
Trevor barely caught Troy’s mutter as he pulled with savoring reluctance from Crystal’s clinging mouth, his breath still coming in shortened puffs. “Enough,” he demanded. “That is if you want your turn.”
“Oh, I want,” she purred as he swung off the lounge and Troy shifted over her body with his sheathed cock at the ready.
Reaching for his shorts, Trevor watched as his brother thrust into her welcoming pussy and set up a rigorous, pounding tempo that shook the lounge. Yeah, he liked sharing with Troy, whether it was taking a woman in tandem or, like now, relishing the sight of his sibling enjoying the same woman who’d just pleasured him. What more could he ask for than an enjoyable cruise on a pleasant day with the best friends a man could boast having and a woman willing to indulge both him and Troy in their ménage fetish?
Chapter 3
Club Sanctuary
The familiar sound of edgy metal rock reached Penny’s ears when she entered the foyer of Sanctuary. Taking a deep breath, she ran clammy hands down the sides of her leather mini skirt before showing her membership card to the receptionist she didn’t recognize and signing in. “Thanks,” was all she said to the young girl with a pierced eyebrow before placing her purse and shoes in a locker then opening the door into the spacious playroom. Her nipples puckered with the high-pitched cry that greeted her entrance, and it was as if she’d never stayed away these many months. The heavy scent of leather mixed with the pungent aroma of sex tickled her nostrils, the telltale sound of slapping against bare skin overriding the music and murmured voices. God, she’d missed this place, and what she could find here.
Penny hated fighting with her sister, and knew Paige would never understand her sexual, submissive needs. That second part was okay, as long as she didn’t throw it in her face as she’d done when she brought up their beloved Nana. It had been easy to forgive her when she remembered how Paige had jumped to her defense, threatening fast retaliation after Jim had made good on his recent threats and taken his fist to her. To her credit, she’d refrained from saying ‘I told you so’ to Penny following that disastrous night.
Weaving through the crowd, Penny nodded to people she knew or recognized but didn’t stop to talk until she reached the bar. Sliding onto a stool, she ordered a Manhattan, something sweet and strong to pump up her nerve. None of the apparatus spread around the room that she could see from her perch were new, and neither was the charged, sexual activity taking place. She used to enjoy spending the first hour or so at the club just watching and socializing, but tonight her stretched, taut nerves kept her from wanting to waste time idling. She craved the snap of leather searing her skin as much as the control of an experienced Dom bringing her to orgasm. A part of her worried the memory of that last night with Jim would return to haunt her, but she refused to allow that possibility to keep her from indulging in the lifestyle she loved.
“Good to see you again, Penny,” Master Connor, the bartender, said as he set her glass in front of her. “It’s about fucking time you got your sweet ass back in here.” The fierce look in his eyes revealed he knew what had happened with Jim.
“Thank you, Sir. It’s nice to be back.” She took a sip, the blend of whiskey and sweet vermouth sliding smoothly down her throat with a taste of cherry. “No one makes a Manhattan like you, Sir.”
“And don’t you forget it.” He looked behind her and smiled. “Master Damien, look who’s returned to brighten the place.”
“Penny, welcome back.”
Penny closed her eyes as that deep voice washed away her insecurities and replaced them with a wave of pulsating longing. No one possessed a voice like Master Damien. After indulging in one more fortifying sip of alcohol, she braced herself for the full impact of the one Master who had always been out of her reach.
Swiveling on the stool, she looked up, way up, and offered the black-haired, blue-eyed Dom a tentative smile. “It’s nice to be here again, Master Damien. I’ve missed the place.”
“Then you shouldn’t have let that fucking asswipe keep you away so long.” To her utter shock, he held out his hand, a silent invitation to join him in a scene.
Penny had lusted after the owner of Sanctuary since she’d first visited the club as a newbie two years ago, falling in line behind every other sub in the place. Before she’d hooked up with Jim—she refused to gift her ex with the title of Master—Master Damien had maintained a cordial friendship with her, one that hadn’t included a drop of personal interest other than seeing to her welfare as a new member of his establishment. After she’d committed to Jim, he’d maintained an even more staid distance.
She wasn’t about to turn down such an offer, especially tonight, when she needed an experienced, hard-edged Dom to put her through her paces with no expectations. If given too much time to sit around and think, she feared bad memories would interfere with her goals tonight. Sliding her shaking fingers into his hand, she exhaled when he tightened his grip and tugged her up to follow him without another word. She didn’t need a lot of dialog tonight, just someone to take her over until she could put that last night with Jim away for good.
Winding through the crowd, Master Damien led her to a new addition to his array of equipment she’d missed on her quick scan of the room. Penny’s heart tripped with nervous excitement as she eyed the Sybian and the large, condom-covered, double penetrating dildo centered on the undulating, padded apparatus. She’d known she needed someone to take her over, but wasn’t sure if she could handle such intense sensations after such a long dry spell.
Lifting her face up to his, it took effort to swallow past the lump lodged in her throat before she could admit, “Sir, this might be… a little too much. It’s been… a while.”
Damien nodded. “Since the asswipe took his fist to you, I imagine. You came here because you know who you can trust, and that includes me. I’m sure you recall the club’s safeword: red. Now, strip.” Releasing her hand, he folded his arms across his chest, his thick muscles bulging under the tight sleeves of his black silk shirt. The perpetual shadow covering his jaw darkened his already swarthy complexion and highlighted his bright blue gaze.
With her mouth dry and her pussy already damp, Penny slid the thin straps of her simple sheath down her arms and wiggled out of the dress. Left standing in front of him wearing nothing but a silky thong, it only took one heated look from his cobalt eyes to tighten her nipples into even more prominent pinpoints and increase the shaking of her fingers as she lowered the panties. He’d always been a man of few words and a master at getting his point a
cross with a look, which benefitted her tonight. Without giving her a chance to think, or fret, Master Damien clasped her waist and hoisted her onto the apparatus that resembled a gymnastic vault.
“Hold on and I’ll assist you. Watch with me.”
Grateful for his insight, Penny nonetheless blushed when she grasped the small handle in front of her spread thighs and glanced down. She sucked in a deep breath as he tightened his hands on her waist, lifted and then lowered her onto the phallus one slow inch at a time. A low moan slid past her lips as the lubed, fake cocks inched into her tight orifices, stretching long unused muscles and teasing dormant, sensitive nerve endings back to life. He was careful to ease her down, both of their gazes glued to her crotch, watching as the vibrators disappeared inside her and the way her labia folded around the ridged toy in a welcoming clasp. A shudder rippled through her body when they became fully embedded, her pussy and anus throbbing around the toys, her entire body waiting for his next command.
Master Damien reached up and kneaded her breasts, flicking her nipples with his thumbnails, the small scratches heightening her simmering arousal. “Oh, God… please, Sir…” Her sheath spasmed and gushed, and Penny breathed a sigh of relief when she found herself on the precipice of an orgasm just from his steady, penetrating eyes and hands on her breasts.
“Not yet.” Removing his hands, he unclipped the long, thin crop at his waist, his jaw tightening as he ran the flexible, square end over her puckered nipples. “As I recall, you used to enjoy a small amount of pain with your pleasure. Ride the dildos, Penny.”
The direct order accompanied a flick of the Sybian’s side switch and another searing look as he tapped one nipple, the pinprick of pain and sudden vibrations from the dildos sending a wave of combustible heat straight down to her core. On a gasp, Penny lifted and lowered, each rise bringing on a light stroke of the crop—one across her buttock, the next snapping a nipple, followed by a prickling swat on her inner thigh. Her copious juices caused an embarrassing slurping sound as her gyrations increased. This was what she’d needed, why she’d come here tonight—for someone to drive her to the brink of forgetfulness, someone who wouldn’t let her fall into the abyss of painful memories. Funny how being the sole focus of Master Damien’s concentration and gaze could accomplish both goals.