Missionary Position (Masters of the Prairie Winds Club Book 7) (27 page)

Lara was surprised to see Mistress Scarlet standing in the open doorway smiling at them. “Are you two okay?” Lara was relieved to see the other woman’s coy smile. “I wasn’t sure exactly how to help, and honestly I was enjoying the show too much to interfere.”

“Yes, I think we’re going to make it, but it was touch and go for a while. Thanks for everything—I think.” Tobi’s grin was pure mischief and Lara had to bite the inside of her cheek to hold back her laughter.

The minute she stepped through the door Fischer wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his chest. Lara pressed her face against the side of his neck and moaned, and hoped her soaking pussy didn’t begin leaking down her legs. “Baby, you smell absolutely delicious. And that was before the scent of your sweet honey made its way to me.”

Peter pressed himself against her back and leaned down to pull her earlobe between his teeth biting down lightly. “Do you like our gifts,
mi amõre
?” The pressure of his chest pressing against the chains snaking down her back pulled the nipple rings upward and Lara didn’t even try to hold back her moan. Her entire body was lighting up with arousal and she felt a new rush of moisture to her sex.

Both men stepped away from her at the same time and Lara shuddered at the loss of their warmth. Lara blinked up at Fischer, warmed by his indulgent smile. Looking around, she was surprised to see Tobi and her men had already left. “Come on, cupcake, we need to get going or we won’t make our reservation.” Taking his hand she let him lead her out the door, every step upped her arousal until she felt her knees begin to tremble.

Peter noticed her distress and stopped her on the sidewalk, studying her intently.
‘Damn, Scarlet has those chains so tight she is going to come before we even get to the fucking car. And how the hell is she going to sit down?’

‘
I warned you the woman is a straight up sadist at times. The fact she’s a nurse still scares the hell out of me.’

“Lara, it’s obvious to us that Mistress Scarlet has misjudged the tension required for our gifts to you to be beneficial—rather than devastating.” Peter’s last words were said under his breath and Lara didn’t think he’d actually intended to say them out loud. She didn’t even try to respond because by this point her breathing was little more than quick pants as she tried desperately to not move a single muscle. “You have two choices.” Lara tried to focus on his words, but the roar of blood rushing through her ears blocked out most of the words. Her body was on fire and there wasn’t a chance in hell she could make any decision beyond whether or not to take another breath.

Fischer couldn’t hear Lara’s thoughts, but as long as he kept his hands on her smooth skin he could feel the turmoil boiling close to the surface. He cursed himself for allowing Scarlet to put the clamps on Lara. But the chances of them ever getting to Topper’s if they’d done it themselves was somewhere between slim and none. “Brother, I don’t think she can make a choice right now. There’s a security camera to our left. Let’s turn her and you block our driver’s view and I’ll see what I can do to help her out. Once they’d gotten her into position, Fischer pulled the front of her dress down one side at a time lengthening the chains and he also released some of the tension around her tortured nipples. Cursing under his breath, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss against her forehead.

“I’m sorry, cupcake. That wasn’t at all the way we wanted this to go. We’ll check the clit ring once we’re settled in the car.” Looking over to where the limo sat idling nearby, Lara didn’t care they’d forgone their usual Towne Car—she was just grateful. She gasped as she slid over the soft leather seat, the friction on her exposed clit was almost enough to send her over the edge. The stainless steel balls deep in her channel vibrated as they bumped together when she stopped moving and she moaned as her pussy began pulsing in response. Chuckling, Fischer grinned over at her, “Now
that
reaction is much more of what we had in mind.”

“I still think we need to check the clit clip, I’m sure the Mistress of Mayhem is torturing what isn’t hers to torture. Lean back against Fischer,
mi amõre,
and let me check.” Ordinarily, Lara would have been embarrassed to tears at the thought of displaying herself so wantonly in the back of a car, but desperate times called for desperate measures as her grandmother was fond of saying. His muttered curses caused puffs of air to move over the exposed bundle of nerves ratcheting up her desire until her hips jerked up in a silent plea for more. Her body was working on pure adrenaline and reflex, and the moment Peter’s warm fingers gently brushed the side of her clit, Lara exploded.

Fischer had been ready, sealing his lips over hers catching her scream and there was a small part of her brain that registered Peter’s tongue lapping at her sex as he hummed his approval. “Fucking gorgeous. The appetizer of the Gods. And as usual, my big brother has been served first.” Lara opened her eyes slowly and was relieved to see the soft smile on Fischer’s face, grateful he wasn’t angry with her for coming without permission. Looking down, she realized her dress was back in place and the pinch around her clit wasn’t nearly as intense. She knew the ring was still holding back the little ruby’s protective hood, but it no longer felt like it was being held by a pair of pliers. Fischer obviously noticed her bewildered look and laughed, “Baby, you went off like a rocket. We had time to make the
adjustments
that needed to be made while you were still in orbit.”

Peter let his hand rest on the top curve of Lara’s gorgeous ass, pressing his palm over the dimples he knew graced her lower back. He loved tracing those small indentions with his tongue and feeling her shiver in response. The glass-enclosed elevator that whisked them up to Topper’s was dimly lit with golden light that made her blond hair shimmer like the halo she deserved. How their sweet angel had endured those chains tugging on her pretty pink nipples was a mystery to him. They wouldn’t ever let another Dom or Domme touch their woman again—lesson learned.

The clit ring had been far too tight and if Peter had his way, Mistress Scarlet would be taking their class for Dominants again in the very near future. Flexing his fingers, Peter was thrilled when Lara leaned into his touch. After piecing together bits of information and getting to know her over the past few months, it had been easy to understand why Lara had been incredibly self-conscious and shied away from physical contact with anyone she didn’t know well. Years of moving and living in places where her blond hair and blue eyes made her an obvious target had taken their toll. But she’d blossomed into a confident woman and they were pleased they rarely saw glimpses of those old fears when she was overly tired or stressed.

Leaning down, he brushed his lips against her ear, “Do you like the way the balls caress the walls of your vagina, baby? They’re partially filled with oil so the movement of the liquid amplifies the vibration. I’ve seen Doms sit back and watch while their subs danced with those little jewels inside, and I assure you the dancing becomes seductive very quickly.”

“And if it doesn’t, there are other ways to amp things up a bit.” Peter knew Lara hadn’t fully understood Fischer’s comment, but she would—soon. Walking through the restaurant, Peter smiled at the other patrons—most of whom were in place specifically at their request. The reservation list for the exclusive dinner club was months long and Peter didn’t want to know how many favors had been called in to make tonight possible.

“There are a lot of club members here, is that because the owner is a member?”

‘
Just an observant little sub, we should have known she would notice.’

‘
Yeah, she doesn’t miss a trick. God, I’m thrilled we’re finally proposing to her. I want her to be ours in every way.’
Peter couldn’t have agreed with Fischer more. Pulling out her chair, he pulled up the back of her dress and pressed the chair against her knees so she was forced to sit. When she tried to look around making sure no one had seen her, he smiled. “Remember, Lara, this club is owned by a man who is very much into our lifestyle, and everyone around you is as well; and they all know you belong to us. Now, spread those lovely legs and hook your ankles around the outside of the chair legs.” When she complied, he leaned over and kissed her cheek, “Good girl. Now hold very still and be quiet while we pour your wine.”

Their table had already been set and the wine waiting for them so it didn’t take long to hand her a small glass. He smiled at the way her fingers trembled, looking over at Fischer he nodded for his brother to continue. The table was clear glass, another nod to Topper’s kinky clientele—subs weren’t allowed to hide their bodies from their Masters’ view just because they were eating dinner. “Cupcake, pull your dress up so we can see that pretty bare pussy. We want to see what belongs to us and we want you to see the pretty jewels we added while you were drifting back to earth a few minutes ago.”

The surprised look on her face almost made Peter laugh out loud. When she hesitated, Fischer simply raised his brow and her shaking fingers immediately inched her dress up until the faceted diamonds Peter had attached to the clit ring caught the golden flickers of candlelight sparkling against her pink flesh. “Good girl. Perfect in fact, being able to see those tiny jewels laying against the wet lips of your sex, knowing you are wet for us—well,
mi amõre,
that is
about
as perfect as life gets.” Peter hadn’t missed the way she tensed at his emphasis of ‘about’, but he wasn’t about to give away their secret too soon.

As they enjoyed their dinner, Peter or Fischer made sure one of them was touching her at all times. Their bond was growing and both of them loved the fact they were finally able to read her most of the time if they were skin to skin. Once she forgot about the fact her sex was visible to anyone walking up to their table, she relaxed and seemed to enjoy her dinner. They limited her wine intake because they wanted her head clear when they got to the club—the decisions she’d be making this evening would affect all of them—forever.

Lara sat in the back of the limo staring at the enormous diamond and sapphire engagement ring on her left hand and thought how it had gotten there. She’d watched in stunned silence as the two of them had adjusted the hem of her dress and then slowly turned her chair until she could see they’d attracted the attention of every other person in the dining room. When they’d each knelt in front of her and Peter had opened the small black velvet box he’d pulled from his pocket, she’d started to cry. She couldn’t believe they actually wanted to make her their wife, and she’d barely squeaked out, “Yes” before the entire room erupted in applause. They’d been surrounded by well-wishers and the congratulations had continued until they’d finally made their way to the elevator.

Now looking over at Peter, she was surprised to see him watching her closely while stroking his cock. When he knew he had her attention he quickly ordered her to kneel in front of him. “While you suck me, your other Master is going to prepare you for the second half of this evening’s festivities. Spread your legs nice and wide. Perfect, now arch your back and show him that pretty ass of yours.”

“Oh, and what a lovely ass it is. I’m going to tell you what I’m doing, my lovely bride-to-be, because this is a very special day and I don’t want it ruined by fear.” Lara opened her mouth and skipped all the preliminaries, pushing her mouth over Peter’s cock until the tip was pressed against the back of her throat in one quick move.

“Holy fuck. I swear on everything holy, your mouth is fucking lethal.” She didn’t need to see him to know he’d leaned his head back and closed his eyes, she recognized the tone of his voice and knew exactly how he was reacting. Pleasure ran through her in a sharp spike, knowing she could make him moan her name filled her heart with pure joy. They gave her so much pleasure and so rarely took their own until she’d come multiple times, she was thrilled to have the chance to give first.