Sophie's Surrender [Viper's Dungeon 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (14 page)

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Sophie was glad for the suggestion, because it meant she could hold on to Malcolm. She’d nearly given herself a heart attack when she’d blurted those ill-thought-out words. Malcolm had always been a responsible guy. She hadn’t even been surprised when he’d done the noble, alpha-male thing, made himself accountable for fears that were mostly her own, and then tried to walk away so that she could happily pursue a relationship with two other men.

Thank heavens Adrian hadn’t let him leave.

She reached for him, too, greedily holding both of them close as they led her into the area of the club they referred to as the dungeon. With the bright lights on it looked more like a gym than what she’d expected to find. If the areas hadn’t all been set on raised platforms she might even have mistaken some equipment for sitting areas. Of course, she’d never actually seen gym equipment fitted with chains and handcuffs before.

They stopped at one platform that had wooden stockades, the type she recognized from movies with a large circle cut out of the middle for the victim’s neck and smaller ones either side for their wrists. She shuddered as she imagined how uncomfortable such confinement would be.

“That wasn’t a good shiver,” Malcolm said very seriously. “Do the stockades frighten you?”

She shook her head, determined to put into words everything she was feeling. Just like she’d tried to do on her way to dinner with Adrian last week, she fought her natural instinct to hide her emotions. She’d acknowledged even then that it had been partially the reason her marriage had failed. Malcolm was asking for her honesty. The least she could do was make an effort to give it to him.

“I wouldn’t say that they frighten me. I just can’t imagine they would be very comfortable. Are they used for punishment?”

“Not always,” Malcolm said, tugging her hand so that she stepped up onto the platform. “Some subs enjoy the position. The wood is actually padded”—he lifted her hand so that she could feel the leather-covered cushioning that from a distance seemed to be part of the wood—“so that subs don’t get hurt while their Doms play.”

“It’s perfect for a three-way,” Adrian said with a broad smile. “Imagine me in front, Malcolm behind, both of us fucking you into orgasmic exhaustion.”

She shivered again at the imagery, smiling when Malcolm pressed a kiss to her forehead and whispered, “Good girl.”

She laughed softly. Apparently he really could tell the difference between her good and bad shivers.

Alex was in a foul mood. He’d thought getting insurance coverage last year had been difficult. Compared to the grilling he’d just been through, it had been a walk in the park. How the hell they figured the sort of things that happened inside his club increased the risk of fire and storm damage was entirely beyond him.

He loosened his tie and dragged it from around his neck. God, he hated suits. How his brother wore them day in day out he would never know.

He was still cursing narrow-minded assholes with god complexes when he noticed the lights on in the dungeon. His first thought was that the cleaning crew, who did a very thorough, detailed cleaning each Monday morning, was still in there until he heard the voice of an angel.

His angel.

Certain that he was only hearing what he wanted to hear, Alex, nevertheless, followed the voices into the large room. She was listening very intently to Adrian and Malcolm explain some of the more complex equipment and its uses. Her back was to him and he couldn’t resist the urge to cuddle her close. She jolted nervously at his first touch but settled the moment he pressed a kiss to her throat.

“I’m very happy to see you in my dungeon, little sub.”

“Hello, Alex,” she said shyly. “Adrian and Malcolm thought I might be less afraid if I saw the dungeon without the spooky atmosphere.”

He laughed at her description. He’d often thought of the dungeon’s atmosphere as being akin to the ride through a spooky house at a county fair. The idea was to get good and frightened, but everyone knew the ghosts and zombies weren’t actually real.

“Have you found anything you might like to try?”

“Um,” she said, looking around the room as if she was seeing everything for the first time. “So far we’ve looked at the stockades, the spanking benches, and the St. An…” She turned to Adrian with a frown on her face. “Andrew’s cross?” Adrian nodded.

“Just like the spider,” Alex added, laughing when he saw the expression on her face.

“There’s a spider named after BDSM equipment?”

“I’m pretty sure it was named after the cross St. Andrew was said to have been crucified upon. It’s an Australian spider. The way it sits on its web and the colorful stripes on its back look quite interesting in the photos.”

He glanced over to find Adrian grinning widely, and as always his younger brother took the opportunity to tease him mercilessly for his love of trivia. Even Malcolm threw in a few comments, proving that they’d remained close friends even after Alex had essentially become his boss. Strangely, even more than finding Sophie in his dungeon, that gave him hope for the future.

Finally as the laughter died down their attention turned back to Sophie’s tour of the dungeon.

“We also have fetish rooms. Most people avoid the torture room, but the medical room is quite popular.”

“People have medical fantasies?” she asked, wide-eyed as if she’d never considered it before.

“Of course,” Malcolm said. “Can you honestly tell me you’ve never wondered what it might be like to have someone fuck you while your legs are up in stirrups in the doctor’s office?”

“Honestly,” she said with a soft laugh, “my gynecologist is a man in his seventies with very cold hands. I usually can’t think of anything more than ‘damn that’s cold.’”

“So ice-play is off the list of things to try?”

“Ice?” she asked, apparently waiting for one of them to tell her Adrian was joking. Alex just raised his eyebrows and smiled. “Wow, I guess I have a lot to learn.”

“Yes, you do, little sub. Would you like to try something today?”

“I…um…” Her gaze slid between all three of them, finally settling on Malcolm. “Do you have a medical fetish?”

“This is about you, baby. Anything you want. You just need to tell us.”

“I want to make you happy.”

It was obvious that Malcolm was about to argue with her, which in itself was confusing. A good sub always wanted to please her Dom. It was a very basic part of their lifestyle, so Malcolm’s willingness to disagree was definitely out of character.

Alex wasn’t certain but he got the impression that something had happened before he’d arrived, a theory that was proven a moment later when Adrian stepped in, lifted Sophie in his arms and carried her toward the medical room. Malcolm stood back, watching Sophie’s reaction closely, clearly worried.

“She’s ready,” Alex said, confident that he’d read her correctly the other night.

“Not when she’s around me.”

In some ways that made a little bit of sense, but it wasn’t an excuse for Malcolm to stop trying. “You just need to replace the bad memories with good ones.”

“Adrian said the same thing,” Malcolm said with a soft laugh as they moved to follow Sophie and Adrian into the room set up like a doctor’s surgery.

“Yeah, well my brother learned from the best.”

Adrian rolled his eyes at that last statement but didn’t protest. Instead he turned his attention to Sophie and asked, “What’s your safe word, little sub?”

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“What’s your safe word, little sub?”

Holy cow, was she really going to go through with this? Submitting to a spanking had been a whole lot less complicated, even with the part where she’d had to hold her panties between her knees. It had taken three whole days for her to realize that having to concentrate on something so trivial had not only held the fear at bay but had also highlighted her state of undress in her mind. With her skirt down she would have been able to easily convince herself that she was still covered, but with her panties at her knees and easily seen below the hem of her skirt she hadn’t been able to pretend.

Somehow it had heightened her awareness of Alex.

But she had no idea what they had planned for her in this room, so the fear was already clawing its way up her spine.

“What’s your safe word, little sub,” Malcolm asked again as he stepped into the room behind her and Adrian. She smiled at him, relieved to remember that she had a way to stop this.

“Red, Sir,” she said quietly, embarrassment overriding her nerves when her ex-husband smiled at her that way. It was such a little word, truly just a sign of respect, but for all three of her men, it seemed so much more important than that.

Adrian placed her on her feet and started to undo the buttons on her blouse. She glanced around worriedly. The club was closed, but that didn’t mean the building was empty. The man who’d led her to Malcolm’s office while Adrian had dealt with something else was probably still here.

Alex must have seen what she was doing because he stepped further into the room and blocked her view of the door.

“On club night the window behind you can have twenty or thirty people all peering into this room. They’re not your concern. The only thing you need to concentrate on is what your Doms want. Is that understood, little sub?”

“But I—”

“Is that understood, little sub?” Alex asked in a deeper, more commanding voice. Clearly he only wanted one answer.

“Yes, Sir,” she offered as she tried to reconcile the idea of having dozens of strangers watch her have sex with three men. “S–Sir, can I use my safe word if I get scared?”

“Of course, little sub,” he said as Adrian pushed her shirt off her shoulders and undid her bra. “We will never ignore your safe word, but we also want you to trust us to know when you’re ready. Can you do that, little sub? Can you trust that we know what we’re doing?”

“I think so,” she said, trying to be honest. She’d always worked on the philosophy that if she wanted something done right, then she needed to do it herself, so giving over control to three bossy men really wasn’t that easy. Of course, considering the fact that all three men had never given her a reason to believe they’d let her down, she was more than willing to try.

“Thank you for being honest, little sub.” Alex glanced at Malcolm who nodded in agreement to some unspoken question. It was clear that they were very good friends and it somehow made it easier to relax. “We’re going to give you a second safe word as well. ‘Red’ will stop everything, but if you want to slow things down or ask a question, use the word ‘yellow.’”

She nodded, relief flowing through every cell in her body. Somehow, in her head, she’d equated the word “red” with failure. She didn’t want to fail—she’d always been an overachiever in that regard—so having a word that didn’t bring everything to a grinding halt suited her perfectly. Malcolm grinned as if he could see those exact thoughts turning over and over in her head.

“Good girl,” Adrian said with a wicked grin, “because the doctor is in.”

She nearly giggled when she saw Malcolm had pulled on a surgical gown, gloves, and a face mask.

“It’s time for your physical examination,” Adrian said as he undid her skirt and let the material fall to the floor. She wanted to cringe when she remembered she was wearing plain cotton panties but they followed her skirt so quickly that she didn’t get time to react.

The metal table was cold, but her first instinct to climb back off was thwarted by the man who put her there. Adrian merely grinned at her mild discomfort. She shivered more as he eased her backward, her ass at the edge of the table, the rest of her lying flat, and her legs awkwardly dangling off the end. Alex and Malcolm each grabbed one of her ankles and lifted her legs high as they secured them into a set of stirrups that supported her calf muscles completely. It was very similar to the way her doctor did a pelvic exam, but it seemed they weren’t quite finished.

Once they had her legs in place, they moved to her arms, securing them by her sides with Velcro straps, the position quite comfortable but their meaning very clear. She wasn’t going anywhere.

They then secured wide straps over her torso—one across her upper chest, holding her shoulders in place, a second across her pelvis, holding her hips down. Finally they wrapped Velcro straps around her thighs, attaching her to the supports that held up her lower legs, completely immobilizing her.

Again nervousness invaded her mind, her muscles vibrating slightly as she tried to squash the tiny bit of fear that she wouldn’t be able to breathe. She dragged in a deep breath, proving to herself that she had no reason to worry.

“Good girl,” Adrian said, perhaps understanding her need for a deep breath. He smiled as he caressed a warm hand over her breasts. The nipples were already rock hard, the tiny buds begging for attention as her awareness of her own arousal grew. Her pussy was already leaking juices down the crease of her ass, her legs held open so wide that it had no chance to cling to her thighs.

Unlike at the doctor’s surgery, there was no sheet over her legs to block her view. The table was tilted slightly so that she could very clearly see Malcolm as he rolled a stool into place and sat down between her thighs.