Three-way Tie (4 page)

Not knowing when it was coming or where it would land unnerved her.

She heard sounds but didn’t dare look over her shoulder.

Then she felt a firm touch on her lower back.

She heard another sound and realised her thong was being cut away with no regard to how much the wisp of fabric had cost.

Suddenly she was completely exposed.

“Spread your legs wide, sub,” Master Eric said.

Oh God, no. He wouldn’t… She couldn’t…

“Expose your cunt,” he demanded.

“Does Master Eric need to repeat his command?” Master Rafael asked. His tone was unyielding.

If he did, she suspected the men would add at least another stroke to the punishment.

With agonising slowness, she scooted back a bit and opened her legs wider. One of the men played with her again. Within seconds, her pussy had moistened as fear receded.

“Ask for it,” Master Eric prompted.

“I…”

“Ask Master Eric to spank your pussy.”

“Don’t…” she pleaded.

Master Rafael was relentless. “Use your safe word or ask Master Eric to deliver a blow to your pussy. Now.”

She could hardly string two thoughts together. She was terrified yet she wanted the experience.

For a moment she considered using her safe word. She wasn’t sure she was brave enough to continue.

Suddenly she wanted it. Desire was stronger than her fear. “Please, Master Eric, spank my pussy.”

“Good girl,” Master Rafael approved.

Instead of the punishing blow coming immediately, fingers continued to explore her, teasing her, bringing her to the brink of orgasm. She squirmed despite her efforts to remain still.

A finger was inserted inside her. Then the unknown Dominant found her G-spot and pressed against it.

She arched her back and whimpered, seeking more.

The man pulled away his finger and smacked her cunt hard with his open hand.

She screamed and screamed.

Agony blazed through her private parts. It burned, it stung. She let go of the table legs and started to turn over.

“Compose yourself,” Master Rafael snapped.

He moved in front of her. With rough hands, Master Rafael forced her upper body back into position.

She felt her legs being forced apart, meaning Master Eric must be behind her.

And then… He licked her injured pussy from front to back.

Oh God.

Oh God.

When he forced his tongue into her ass at the same time he slid a finger into her vagina, she screamed out her orgasm.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Master Rafael asked, continuing to hold her down

She gripped the wood for all she was worth. Her whole body shook. She wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to speak again. Finally she managed a weak, “Thank you, Sirs.”

“Lesson learnt?” Master Eric asked.

“Yes, Sir.” She meant the statement sincerely. She’d never again forget her manners with these two Doms.

Chapter Two

Master Rafael Moreno rested his elbow on the mantel and looked at his temporary sub.

He made a habit of only playing with experienced subs who knew the score—women who were strong and resilient and knew what they wanted.

As a Dom, Rafael made his rules clear—no screaming, no complaining, no emotional entanglements, no arguing and especially no expectations of hearing from him ever again. At a club he would watch and observe, ask questions of other Doms and then select subs who behaved with complete obedience, moved with trained grace and observed proper decorum.

If it hadn’t been for Eric convincing him to lend his talents for a good cause, this delectable newbie wouldn’t be lewdly sprawled across his end table, struggling to breathe, her rear and upper thighs an angry shade of red.

But Eric could convince Rafael to do almost anything. The man was closer than a brother. They’d served side by side in Iraq and then Afghanistan. When Rafael had been knocked unconscious by an explosion, Eric had risked his life to drag Rafael to safety.

No matter how much he appreciated Eric’s actions, it seemed to him the statute of limitations on gratitude must have expired. Forty-eight hours with a sub, any sub, was about forty-four hours too long. So he’d compromised. He’d agreed to lend his home, his name and his services as a Dom, as long as Eric flew in from California to participate.

Through the years and in most parts of the world, they’d shared women. These days, Rafael was jaded and bored. He’d rather practice martial arts than flog a woman..

So far, however, he was enjoying himself more than he’d expected.

The email exchange had been more interesting than he’d anticipated. He’d checked his cell phone for the message icon more often than he had in years. And their phone calls had intrigued him.

Her voice had the lovely hint of the South that made him think of hot nights and endless summers.

As their conversations had progressed, he had started looking forward to her arrival. He’d begun to think that maybe Eric was right—he needed to get out more, socialise with others.

Even if he had followed Eric’s advice, Rafael wouldn’t have chosen Lindsey Nolan.

And that would have been a shame.

This woman wasn’t like anyone he’d played with in the last decade.

She couldn’t take a punishment without screaming. Her walk and stance was feminine, but her submissive motions, kneeling, draping herself across the table, even the way she crawled, lacked refined elegance. As for decorum, she had little. Many subs needed to be restrained—many asked him to tie them so they could let go and enjoy the scene more—but this one might need to be tied to keep her in place. And as he’d mentioned to Master Eric, a gag was a real possibility.

 
His cock hadn’t been harder in six months.

The way she wriggled about turned him on. The way she’d responded when he’d fingered her gorgeous cunt made him want to slam his dick inside her, balls deep. It had been a long time since he’d been this aroused.

“I’ll be back with a washcloth,” Master Eric said. Eric left the room, and Rafael told Lindsey to kneel.

He watched as she stretched her muscles then slowly moved from the table to her knees. Once she was kneeling, she pushed her hair back from her forehead then lowered her hands onto her thighs like she had earlier.

Rather than instruct her on his preferred stance, he gave her a few moments to compose herself and sort through her thoughts. When he noticed her breathing returning to normal, Rafael dropped his elbow from the mantel and crossed the room to stand in front of her.

Because he wanted to and because he could, he skimmed his fingers across the soft skin of her right shoulder.

She exhaled softly.

He took a step back and looked down at her. There was something very appealing about having this auburn-haired beauty kneeling near his feet. “You’ve endured your first punishment at Master Eric’s hand.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“How was it?”

“It was…shocking, Sir.”

“In what way?”

“It was more painful than I expected, Sir.”

“Tell me more.”

She licked her lower lip in an apparent display of nerves. “Do we have to discuss this, Sir?” she asked.

Rafael was implacable. “I will tolerate no hiding, embarrassment or prevarication. If you can’t or won’t abide by my rules, you are always free to gather your belongings and leave.” He softened his tone. “For you to achieve what you want this weekend, I need to know your thoughts. And you need to be as honest with yourself as you are with me.”

She sighed. “The first spank, the one on my upper thighs,
 
hurt more than I could have imagined. I really have never experienced anything like that before, Sir I guess my other Doms found me to be quite well behaved.”

“Because they did what you told them to.”

She looked at the floor instead of responding to his statement.

“It’s easy to behave well when you’re topping from the bottom, Lindsey. It’s another thing entirely to submit to the desires of your Dom and follow his instructions implicitly.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You were aroused from the punishment, despite the pain. Maybe
from
the pain.”

“Yes,” she whispered, still looking at the floor.

“Speak clearly,” he reminded her.

“Yes, Sir. The second statement is right. The pain aroused me.”

“And then when Master Eric smacked your cunt?”

“Sir, the pain obliterated all thought.”

“And your orgasm after?”

She paused. He wondered if she was going to answer.

“It was the most intense I’ve ever experienced, Sir.”

He nodded. “You must have forgotten the rule about your climaxes.”

She gasped. “Sir!”

Clearly she now remembered. “I’ll excuse your lapse, but in future, no matter who is pleasuring you, no matter how long you’re denied, you may not orgasm without permission. That includes masturbation. Any questions?”

“Sir, I’m sorry.”

Eric returned with a bottle of water, a washcloth and a hand towel.

Since Eric had punished her, Eric would normally be the one to see to her aftercare. But Rafael wanted to do it himself. Even experienced players could have emotional fallout from an intense scene, and, despite what he’d been led to believe, she was far from experienced. Her body still glistened with perspiration and her thighs and pussy still bore evidence of her previous arousal and subsequent orgasm.

Eric uncapped the water bottle and offered it to her. “Only have a few sips,” he advised. “You may still be a little shaken. And we’re not done with you yet.”

She took a greedy drink and a little dribble of water ran down her chin.

She swiped at it with the back of her hand.

Rafael had a sudden, gut-tightening image of his cum on her face.

To distract himself, he took the cool cloth from Eric and wiped her back in slow circles. Eric lifted the shoulder-length hair from her neck, and Rafael brushed across her nape.

She sighed softly.

Wanting to be careful she didn’t catch a chill, he gently dried her. “Stay in position.” He crouched behind her and used the washcloth then the towel on the backs of her legs. He ran his forefinger across the welt beneath her buttocks. “Beautiful.”

She flinched. “It hurts, Sir.”

“It was meant to.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He might keep her talking all night long just to listen to that beautiful Southern accent.

“Master Eric, fetch the arnica from the playroom, if you will?” While Eric was gone, Rafael told her, “Lay back on the rug.”