“Yes, Master.”

“Good.” He stroked her cheek, and his gaze made her warm. “You’re going to need your strength for what we’ve got in store for you.”

Her lips trembled. “I’m sorry,” she told them. “I just wanted to show you I was ready for this, to be the best sub I can be.”

“Sweetheart, you already have,” Cam said as Dylan began unloading his implements of pleasure around the room. “We know you’ve had some training in the life, but it’s been a year or more since you’ve visited the club, right?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Dylan and I are going to reintroduce you to the life in ways I doubt you’ve ever experienced in your previous training.” He sounded so confident and in control. “We’re going to start you on the St. Andrew’s Cross. Have you ever been on one before?”

She shook her head. “I know what it is. It’s the giant ‘X’ thing. I’ve been on a spanking bench a few times.”

Dylan laughed, pulling the St. Andrew’s Cross to the center of the room. “Listen to our sub, Cam. She’s so fucking cute.” He turned to her. “Baby, you’re going to be on all kinds of things, but your final destination is going to be under me. Got it? My cock is going to feel that tight bare pussy of yours squeezing my seed out.”

She gulped as dizzy heat rolled through her at his lusty talk.

Cam removed her top, releasing her breasts. He pinched her nipples, making her breath catch in her chest. Then he pulled her mini down and removed it.

Cam’s hot gaze zeroed in on her pussy. “No panties? Very nice.”

She’d expected going natural would entice them, and she’d been right.

He and Dylan guided her to the contraption, face-first, leaving her backside exposed completely for their pleasure. She could feel their hands on her, pushing her forward until every part of her front was pressing against the boards. Her cells fired hot inside her, and her pussy began to dampen. They put cuffs on her wrists and attached them to the top parts of the X, creating a Y shape out of her body. They bent down and forced her legs apart, also placing cuffs on each ankle and attaching them to the bottom of the cross. She was splayed out for them. Standing in this fashion wasn’t uncomfortable but it was unfamiliar.

She was glad when she didn’t show any signs of panicking. She was being restrained and she was okay with it. Her quick breaths and racing heart was from excitement not fear.

“Time for a quick run-through of your safe words, baby.” Dylan’s voice took on a professorial tone, as if she was taking some kind of class or lecture from him. In a way, she was. “Red. Yellow. Green.”

“Yes, Master. The colors.”

“Good. And what state is my little sub in now?” he asked firmly.

“Green,” she whispered, feeling expectant tingles rush through her.

She vowed to herself to make them proud, to show them she was more than ready to endure whatever it was they meant to do to her. “Red” was her ultimate safe word, but it would not be needed tonight. She was ready to surrender herself to them fully.

Cam came around the cross and gazed at her with his sexy eyes. “You lied to us. Not good, sweetheart.”

“She must be punished for that,” Dylan said from behind her.

She gulped, feeling so tiny and feminine under his hot stare. “Yes, Master.”

Cam cupped her chin. “Brace yourself. I’m going to blindfold you.”

“I’m ready, Sir,” she said proudly, steeling her will against any doubt or anxiety. What happened at Lover’s Beach would not happen tonight or ever again. Cam winked at her and then placed a blindfold over her eyes.

“Color?” he asked.

“Green, Master.”

She listened to the tap of their boots on the floor as they wa

lked around her.

“Look at our sub,” Cam said. “She’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

“Yes, she is. This ass,” Dylan’s hands cupped her bottom, “is going to look even prettier in a bright shade of pink.” She felt his hand glide up and down her back, and shivers popped up everywhere on her body.

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