Blake, Abby - Emma's Education [Viper's Dungeon 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (4 page)

“What else would you like see while you are here tonight?” Tonight. Only tonight. He couldn’t promise her any more than that.

She had to swallow twice before she could answer. “I don’t know. I’m still trying to understand how any of this can be pleasurable. I mean, I hate pain, so how could any of this turn me on?”

Logan grinned, pleased that she’d handed them the perfect excuse for him and Jace to show her exactly how a little pain could be used to enhance a sub’s orgasm. He squeezed the hard nub of her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, watching her closely, making certain that the small pain morphed into pleasure.

She gasped, her eyes seeking his as he squeezed harder. She might even have wriggled away if Jace hadn’t once again pressed against her back and held her around the middle. She panted, her hand involuntarily lifting to stop him a moment before her eyes darkened and she let out a low moan. She looked surprised at her own reaction but didn’t move to stop him when he lifted his other hand and squeezed both nipples simultaneously.

Jace’s hand traveled lower, pushed aside the thin material of her skirt, and gently massaged her mound through her underwear. She shook between them, gasping and panting from their—in BDSM terms—almost gentle sensual assault.

“Would you like to learn more?” Logan said as he leaned closer, letting go of her nipples at the same time Jace’s hand stopped moving against her pussy.

She nodded breathlessly, unconsciously rocking against Jace’s hand between her thighs.

“Good girl,” Jace whispered in her ear. He led them to a scene area in a relatively quiet part of the club. A chain with a horizontal bar on the bottom dangled from the roof. Quickly deciding against bondage for the moment, Logan moved Emma to stand under the bar and adjusted it to suit her height.

“Raise your arms.” She glanced around nervously, pulling at the hem of her dress, obviously very uncomfortable and possibly self-conscious about being exposed. Logan touched the side of her face, smiled confidently and whispered, “We won’t do anything you don’t want us to do.” She nodded, her eyes glued to his, her demeanor relaxing in an unconscious display of trust. “Ordinarily we’d give you a safe word, but for now all you have to do, little one, is let go of the bar and we’ll stop.”

She glanced above her head, her eyes darting to the rings dangling from either end of the bar. “I won’t be restrained?”

“Not this time, darlin’,” Jace said with more than a little promise in his voice.

“O–Okay,” she said nervously as she tried to raise her hands to the bar without lifting the hem of her skirt—an impossible task considering the length of the dress. After a moment of indecision, she blew out an annoyed breath and lifted her arms above her head, exposing the creamy skin of her upper thighs and the lace thong she still wore.

Logan walked around her, assessing her reactions, appreciating the view, and heightening her awareness as Jace disappeared for a few moments and returned with several soft floggers of various sizes in his hands. Logan nodded in approval. The idea was to teach their beautiful submissive about her own needs, not scare her or damage her in any way.

“Keep your hands wrapped around the bar.” He stepped closer and pressed his hands over hers. “If you feel frightened or need a break, you just have to say so. If you want us to stop just let go of the bar.” She nodded slowly, still looking aroused and frightened and everything in between. He slid his hand into her dress, cupping her breast as he pressed a soft kiss against her lips. He toyed gently with the nipple, smiling when he felt the peak stiffen even more and a low moan escape her. “We’ll start slowly.”

Chapter Three

Emma licked her lips, trying to find moisture in a mouth gone dry. Every nerve ending was buzzing with arousal, and her knees felt so wobbly that she was almost grateful to be able to hold on to the bar.

She flinched at the first touch of the soft leather strips, and it took her mind a moment to realize that Jace used the flogger to caress her skin rather than hurt her with it. She glanced at Logan in confusion. This wasn’t at all what she’d expected.

The gentle slap of leather against her exposed ass actually felt kind of nice. She smiled as the soft sting morphed into heat. A second and a third touch did the same, and she caught herself a moment before she could thrust her ass out in a demand for more.

Logan stood in front of her, watching her closely, his scrutiny not uncomfortable even though she would never be able to explain why. Her ass was exposed and being flogged by another man, yet Logan’s gaze held her captive.

She squeaked as a harder slap hit her ass, but then the sting turned to heat and chased through her body. She moaned at the way her clit swelled, pressing against her underwear, making her very conscious of her need to orgasm. Almost from the moment she’d woken in Logan’s embrace, she’d been in a sensual fog—something she couldn’t ever remember experiencing before.

Geez, what the hell was she doing? These two men were strangers to her. She was in a private club surrounded by strange people with even stranger desires. She started to breathe harder, her hands flexing against the bar, her brain screaming at her to let go, gather her clothes, and leave this bizarre place.

“Spread your legs.”

She followed the command, yet still her mind screamed at her to leave. The flogger hit harder, her ass stinging all over as heat threaded through her lower half and stole all reason. Again and again the flogger grazed her ass and thighs, her breathing hitching even as she tried to deny her own enjoyment.

Logan grabbed her nipples again, this time squeezing harder, much harder. She could barely breathe through the pain, the intense sensation too much for her brain to process. The flogger hit her harder, faster, driving her need higher. She nearly screamed as the sting hit the swollen lips of her pussy.

Every muscle was shaking, her nerve endings shivering, convulsing with need. She gasped, panting, trying to understand what was happening to her. “Come,” Logan said and twisted her nipples harder.

Heat burst through her, her hips, her thighs, her ass quivering as her pussy pulsed rhythmically. She moaned low in her throat, forgetting everything except these two men and how they made her feel. Liquid heat drenched every vein as her climax went on and on. Finally, she let her head fall forward as she tried to catch her breath.

Shaking with exhaustion, she barely registered Logan helping her to unclench her hands from around the bar. Jace wrapped her in a soft blanket, and she once again found herself cocooned and warm in a man’s embrace.

* * * *

Jace held her close as she shivered through the reaction to her orgasm. She had the most beautiful ass, rounded and soft just like a woman’s should be. Every caress of his flogger had left thin pink lines on her pale skin, and he’d wanted to drop to his knees and worship her pussy with his mouth. He’d practically been able to taste her on his tongue. He’d only managed to hold back by reminding himself that she was not only new to the BDSM scene, but that they hadn’t discussed anything more than a gentle flogging.

“Jace?” she asked in a small voice. “Why did I enjoy that?” She looked adorably confused, and he wanted nothing more than to hold her for the rest of her life. He’d been looking for the perfect woman and submissive for so long that it almost surprised him to realize he was beginning to wonder if she was the one. After one flogging? Even in BDSM terms that was an awfully short acquaintance.

He answered her question with one of his own. “Have you ever felt truly satisfied by any of your lovers?”

She looked confused, and for a moment he didn’t think she was going to answer. But then she shook her head and spoke with a frown marring her beautiful face. “If you’d asked me that yesterday, I would’ve said yes.”

“But now?” Logan asked from the seat beside them. Jace had almost forgotten Logan was there, and it surprised him how happy he was that the man was still with them. Strange, considering Jace thought of himself as a Dom who preferred to play with his sub alone.

“Now,” she said hesitantly, her gaze bouncing between both of them. “Now, I don’t think so. Now, I think maybe there was something missing all along.”

“What about the man you came here with? Did he ever satisfy you?”

She blushed an adorable shade of pink, and Jace found himself falling even harder. Obviously embarrassed, but at least brave enough to try and answer, Jace watched as she attempted to form the words to explain her last sexual relationship.

“I think he went close…maybe. It might explain how I ended up here with a dog collar around my throat. Curiosity maybe? I’m not really sure.” She laughed nervously, like she still couldn’t quite believe that a man she’d trusted had treated her so poorly.

“Logan and I can teach you what it is you’re craving.” Jace wasn’t sure why he’d included Logan in that sentence. It was very likely that after tonight Logan would disappear from the club for another three years. And besides, Logan had never been looking for a steady relationship. Considering that he was still a Navy SEAL, Jace doubted that had changed.

“That’s right, little one,” Logan said as he touched Emma’s face. “Would you like to see more of the club now?”

She nodded and tried to sit up. Jace held her still a moment, reluctant to let the woman leave his arms, but then he helped her to stand and unwrapped the blanket from around her. “This needs to go,” he said impulsively as he hooked his fingers into the side of her black thong and dragged the material down her legs. She made a sound of surprise, but didn’t try to stop him.

* * * *

Emma rubbed her thighs together and wondered why she wanted to fuck both of these men. She wasn’t that type of woman. Hell, she’d always been the conservative one in any group—never jumping into bed until she knew the man well. The thought of a one-night stand had always filled her with loathing. Sex was part of a relationship, not stress relief.

So why then was she panting for both of these men? Both of them, for heaven’s sake!

A warm hand caressed her naked bottom through the soft material of a dress that barely passed as clothing, yet she melted into the touch and wanted more, much more. She let them lead her to another corner of the club where a woman lay on some sort of table, her legs pushed wide, her arms secured above her head, her naked pussy open and exposed.

A man sat on a stool at the end of the table between her open legs. He caressed her thighs lovingly with one hand as he pressed a strange round metal circle against her pussy. Gently, he pushed her thighs wider, easing the contraption closer to her labia. Slowly, he attached little clamps to her flesh, pulling her pussy lips apart, gradually exposing every part of her. The woman’s legs quivered as she tried to close them around the metal circle, but its placement held her wide open as she moaned loudly.

The last few clips pulled the flesh away from her clit, exposing the swollen shiny nub to her Dom’s clever tongue. He laved her clitoris several times before drilling his fingers deep into her exposed pussy. The sub gasped, shaking all over as the man finger-fucked her harder and faster. She writhed against the table until her Dom growled and slapped her inner thigh.

He waited for her to lie still and then started over. Laving her clit with his tongue, he pressed but a single finger into her dripping, exposed pussy. She wriggled again, he slapped her again, she moaned even louder.

The Dom stood up, moved to the other end of the table, and asked in a loud, clear voice, “Are you comfortable, sub?”

Emma almost laughed at the question. Comfortable? How could anybody be comfortable in that position? But the sub answered, “Yes, Master,” in a nearly breathless voice, and the man moved back to the pussy end of the table. He rummaged through a bag at his feet and pulled out something that resembled a small dildo. One end looked like a cock, but the other had a flared base that appeared to be a sort of handle.

Confused as to why the Dom would need to lubricate the small toy when the woman was already wet and aroused, Emma was momentarily distracted by two large, warm hands kneading and caressing her ass. Between them, her men lifted the material up, probably exposing her ass to everyone behind her, but it felt so delicious she couldn’t find the energy to care who watched.

But then the scene in front of her caught her attention once more, and the reason for both men to be caressing her ass suddenly became clear. The Dom lifted his sub’s legs up higher and pressed the lubricated toy against her anus. The sub whimpered as he played with her, pressing in slightly, then pulling back. She wriggled on the bench again, trying to get closer, trying to pull that pretend cock into her ass.

Suddenly, the Dom pushed the full length into her back passage, and Emma felt her own ass clench in response. Logan laughed quietly and leaned over to press a kiss to her neck. “That is something we will definitely be exploring, little one.”