A Very Menage Christmas (3 page)

“It makes no sense. I want someone to dominate me? More than
one someone? Maybe I am abnormal.” I rubbed my forehead and tried to hang up
the flogger. Jenna stayed my hand.

She led me out of the closet, over to the spanking bench.
“Normal to me probably isn’t the same as normal to someone else. Why would God
make Ben and Jerry’s if all we were ever supposed to sink our teeth into was
plain…old…vanilla? Variety is amazing. How are you going to know if you like
something unless you give it a chance? Some stuff doesn’t float my boat and
you’ll find certain things are amazing and other things leave you flat. But the
journey, Skye. We only live once and it’s up to each of us to make the most of
it.”

After she removed the flogger from my tightened fist, she
laid it on the table next to the other naughty items. “Will you get the lights
for me?”

I flipped off the lights. Instead of darkness, the playroom
was awash in multicolored Christmas cheer.

“It’s like some kind of wonderland,” I whispered into the
now-reverent space.

“I hope it is everything the submissive wishes it to be and
I hope she finds herself in the process.”

For one last minute, I closed my eyes and imagined being led
here by one of the staff members. And for the first time, the anticipation of
the moment outweighed the fear. I actually might be ready to try. Talk about a
Christmas miracle and I had my best friend to thank. Guess the trip to the spa
was going to be booked under my name after all.

“I guess it’s about time I left so you can finish.” I
twisted the cuff on my wrist to unbuckle it.

“Rats!” Jenna bent over beside the spanking bench, fastening
carabineers into metal hooks at the base.

“Something broken?”

“No, I forgot to test the cuffs.” She turned her pouty lips
toward me and gave me her “pretty please” face.

“What in the world do you want me to do? Lie on the
equipment and stick my ass in the air so you can test them?”

“That’d be great! I’ll talk you through it.”

“You can’t be serious…”

“Oh, come on, it’ll be fun. You can have a trial run with no
pressure or performance anxiety and I can make sure everything is perfect for
tonight. Come on! With sugar on top?” She batted her eyelashes and I snorted.

“Okay, but you’d better make sure I don’t look stupid. My
ass in the air can’t be pretty.”

“Shut up,” she exclaimed, swatting at my rear. “You’re what?
A size four? You can barely call what you have an ass.”

I kicked off my flip-flops and stepped onto the raised
platform. This wooden spanking bench was different than ones I’d seen elsewhere
in the club.

A five-inch-wide padded rest sat at the perfect height to
support a submissive’s waist while leaning over. It looked like a hurdle. Along
the base, two triangles were mounted. They reminded me of platform shoes,
positioned slightly wider than shoulder-width apart. The sub’s feet went there
to perpetually keep them off balance, forcing them to rely on the padded
portion at their waist to keep them from toppling over.

“Don’t be shy, climb on up.”

After grabbing on to the padded portion, I placed one foot
in position and waited for Jenna to latch the carabineer to my ankle cuff.

“Your pants are in the way. You should take your clothes
off.”

“Ha! Good luck, sister. I’m going commando today, and I love
you but my door doesn’t swing that way.”

She moved to the other side with a chuckle and tapped my
calf. “Next.” I spread my legs enough to get my other foot in place. The second
ankle cuff clicked together with the metal ring on the support. “Comfortable?”

I repositioned my feet, testing how close I could get them.
“The cuffs don’t hurt at all. It’s kinda close to wearing heels.”

“Exactly! It makes your legs longer, since it mimics wearing
spiky shoes.” She stepped in front of me and knelt by the edge of the platform.
Her saucy grin made me nervous. “Now lean over and put your forearms here.” She
tapped a small wooden trapezoid below me, attached to the raised base. It was
no more than a foot tall and wide and it stood off the floor a couple feet. I
placed my arms against the padded surface. The height suited me and I was more
comfortable than I’d expected.

Within seconds she’d attached my cuffs to the forearm rest.
She wound extra Christmas lights over my wrists, anchoring me in place.

“I’m like a naughty elf.”

Her laugh bubbled over as she tugged on the cuffs and ran
her fingers inside to make sure they weren’t too tight. Then she showed me how
to grip the sides to get better leverage. “If the bench is a knockin’!”

I wasn’t uncomfortable in the position and that surprised
me. “I like the lights—I’m a part of the decoration.”

“The sub is the main show. Never decoration.”

I shifted, tugging at each of the restraining points. Even
my stomach was comfortable. “I give it a four out of five.”

She grabbed a pair of scissors and a trash can out of the
closet. “And why only four? This is Christmas cheer in its best form.”

“Umm…I can only give it so much without the full monty, so
to speak. Why do you have scissors?”

She set the trash can down behind me but I couldn’t see her
very well. Anxiety poured into my bloodstream and I yanked at my wrists,
momentarily forgetting I was a part of the scene until she released me.

“Let me up.”

“What if I say no?” It sounded loud in my head but she only
whispered it.

“This isn’t funny. What are you doing with those scissors?”

“You’re not overly fond of this outfit, are you?” She tugged
the hem of my sweatshirt and then came the unmistakable sssnick, sssnick of
scissors cutting jersey. “I have a confession to make.”

“It better be that you’re on some kind of meds, having an
out-of-body experience. What the fuck are you doing to my clothes?”

I fought the bonds, strained against them, desperately
trying to move my feet, but I was well and truly shackled to the bench. My
palms started to sweat and every muscle twitched. My shirt fell away inch by
inch, creating an opening in which the heater blew warm air along my spine.

“I’m spreading Christmas spirit.” She stopped cutting right
as she reached the collar, brushing my hair over one shoulder.

“I liked this shirt. What the fuck, Jenna?”

“I’ll buy you a new one. It’s being donated for the greater
good. And I did tell you to take them off earlier. Keep that in mind.”

“I didn’t know you were going to go all
Edward
Scissorhands
on my clothes. Don’t get me wrong. I appreciate…whatever the
hell this is, but truly I can take care of myself.” I shook from the effort not
to completely wig out. She’d never done anything like this, which made me even
more nervous.

Her snort echoed around us. “You know, I did that first girl
to piss Ian off. Funny, since I found I liked it. About the only thing I have
to thank him for.” She cut a line from the bottom of each sleeve to the
neckline. Once both were sheared, she slid free the fabric from underneath my
belly. Even though it was warm, I couldn’t stop shivering. “I need you to keep
an open mind.”

“Are you kidding me?” I sounded like a harpy, my voice
shriller with each snip of the scissors.

She bent behind me, cutting up one leg all the way to my
waist. Before cutting all the way through, she crouched low and snipped from
the bottom of my other pant leg. “Now take a deep breath, hold it then let it
out.”

I tried…kind of. It sounded closer to a rhino huffing after
a rugby match.

“Are you hurt?”

“Seriously…the people we’re getting ready for are going to
be here any time. Let me up and I’ll take you to get your head examined.”

She snipped the fabric at the top of the two slits she’d made
then jerked it out from under the mound of my pussy. I couldn’t even complain.
Finding my voice was going to take an act of Congress.

“You’re partially right. The guys will be here in a couple
minutes but the sub is finally where she needs to be.”

The imaginary elephant hanging from the ceiling crashed to
the floor.

My heart pounded, making me lightheaded. Anticipation
quickened my breathing. My pussy heated and cream slid along the lips of my
sex.

“Me?” I had to clear my throat to continue. “I’m the sub?
All of this was for me? Even from the beginning?”

“Yep. Lock, stocks and spanking bench.”

My mind flipped and heaved. In my state of shock, Jenna made
quick work of my bra then took everything and left it in the closet.

She sat on the floor in front of me so I could glare at her,
more or less eye to eye.

“But…why?” I whispered. A healthy dose of fear settled deep
in my gut. If she’d enlisted two random guys from the club to break me in, I
was going to bring the roof down with my safeword.

“The threesome at the apartment building. Their names were
Jackson and Nick, right?”

My eyes bugged out and I licked my lips, sucking them
momentarily between my teeth. “I never told you their names.”

“Funny story.” While she spoke, she filled things in on a
form clipped to a board. “Right before you left, Chris and Jared hired Nick,
then Jackson a short time later. Both damn good-looking, as you know. One blond
and one dark brown like you described.”

“Lots of guys could fit their descriptions. Long shot on the
names but you never know.” Tremors shook through my limbs and it was all I
could do to rein in the panic instead of shaking apart.

“I agree, but Nick jumped into the action pretty quick.
Jackson did nothing but watch. I finally asked him why.”

I swallowed past my dry throat. What if he had a wife? I
hadn’t asked because I’d so desperately wanted to be with him. Them…I meant
them.

“Nick brought him to the club on your last night and he saw
you. He took the job on the spot because of you. A couple days after that he
ran into you outside the building they were subletting until their condo was
ready. You know there are like two places to rent short-term around here.” She
stared at me but I couldn’t say a single word. “He waited for Payton to screw
up then stepped in. You never went back. He couldn’t find you. He’s been biding
his time, hoping you’d return. Haleigh, another sub here, said something about
a trench coat a few weeks ago and the light bulb finally went off for me.”

“But what if I can’t do this? What if I freak out right in
the middle and dissolve into a blubbering girl?”

She stopped writing and spun the board so I could read it.

It was an application for membership and she’d inputted all
my information. All I had to do was sign it and I would be an official member
of The Library. A red membership card with my name on it was already clipped to
the top. Months before, she’d told me every member or guest had to sign consent
forms. Safety first, she’d said in her singsong voice.

“Cyn helped me run all your background checks and entered
all your info into the system. She’s a whiz at computers, that girl. And a damn
fine kisser.” She flipped through several pages and it was all there.

“But Jenna, you used my real name. Chris and Jared know who
I am but the secrecy of the club is at stake…”

She stabbed at the pages. “Who you are on here doesn’t
matter.” Her fingertip brushed my forehead. “This is the only place the guys
care about. Let the new security guy earn his money. He’s getting paid enough
to protect the secrecy of the club.”

My head fell forward and I peeked through my spread legs to
the closed door as she continued.

“In the scene, if you get scared, you talk to them about it.
If you’re scared enough you need to stop, then safeword. That’s exactly why you
have it. They’ll get you unlocked and off the bench. You’re new to this and
they both realize it. Though if I’ve learned anything about them, they sure as
hell won’t go easy on you just because you’re a dungeon virgin. All you have to
do is sign and you can spend Christmas Eve with two hot guys.”

Could I do this? I mean actually do this and not play at it?

Being the good girl all my life had gotten me precisely
nowhere. I lived off my art and the interest on my trust fund but who I was
still floated in the ether.

I didn’t want my last name to dictate my future any longer.
I was sick to death of trying to earn my parents’ love by pretending to be
someone I wasn’t.

I motioned for the pen, trying not to talk myself out of it.
Jenna positioned it in my tight fist and I signed my name on the dotted line.

She took the pen and started to stand when realization
crashed in on me. “I can’t do this. Nick… He’s your Casanova. Gray eyes. You
said he’s got gray eyes and—”

“Yes, he’s Casanova but he’s not mine, Skye. We’ve never been
together. Nothing. I have no hold on him whatsoever. You’ve had sex with both
of them because hell, they’re hot, and you’re all consenting adults. They both
know who’s in this room. Enjoy this. It’s my Christmas present to all of you.”

On the way to the door, she whacked my bare backside with
the clipboard and I yipped like a Chihuahua.

The burn tingled underneath my skin, making my exposed flesh
stand up and take notice of the shift in the air.

“We’ll set up our spa trip for some time next week. Obviously
you’re buying. Now, I’ve got a question for you.”

“What question?”

A deep, sexy male voice asked, “What’s your safeword,
gorgeous?”

“Oh my God…”

Jackson.

Don’t know how I’d missed the door opening but I heard it
close behind Jenna as two sets of footsteps approached. My chest flushed with
heat as I pictured what they were staring at.

“Sure hope that’s not your safeword since I plan to make you
scream that before the night is over.” Warm hands caressed the flesh of my
rear. “Safeword?” Jackson asked again, dragging his palm up my spine.

“Trench coat.” The words came out on a wisp of air, barely
audible, but they echoed through my entire body, resonating between my thighs.
At his slightest touch, liquid heated in my sex, spilling from between my pussy
lips. Preparing for him.

Aching for him.

“Very good, Skye.”

Blood rushed to my head, from my slightly downcast position.
Our attraction sizzled and arced between us as he squatted in front of me.

The multihued golden color of his hair reflected the glow
from the Christmas lights around my fists. He wore black leather pants but no
shirt. With his fingers clasped in front of him and his elbows planted on his
knees, he balanced on the balls of his feet.

He was the predator and I, the prey caught in his snare. I
wanted to look away, to blink, to flee, but I could do nothing but moan, soft
and low. A second pair of hands glided over my ribs, my waist, until they
gripped the cheeks of my backside.

They were molten magic, heating my skin, warming my insides
along with it. Lips of velvet kissed the base of my spine and Nick’s hair
whispered across the flesh at my waist. I licked my bottom lip, glanced at
Jackson’s mouth and back up. His jaw clenched tight.

He reached forward, cupping my cheek, bringing my lips
within a breath of his. “I’ve searched for you. Dreamed of you. Ached for you.
I never should have let you leave. I won’t make the same mistake again.”

His nose brushed against mine and the weight of his words
forced my eyelids closed to hide my emotion. How could he know the exact words
I’d needed to hear?

It was thrilling and terrifying to be wanted like that. I’d
convinced myself it was the situation, one fantasy night, but it was him.

His minty breath tickled my lips, taunting me with his nearness.
I couldn’t strain far enough to kiss him. His fingers locked on to the side of
my head, deep in my hair, holding me in place. Nick continued licking and
sucking…tasting my skin.

I knew it was Nick but he became an extension of Jackson. Of
his desire. Jackson’s domination over my body scared me. I couldn’t keep still.
My nails dug into the riser beneath me, my toes curling into the hardwood
beneath my feet. I could barely strain closer to the men and the pleasure they
offered.

Jackson glanced at Nick then stared at me again. Nick’s
hands slid off my backbone like water and his warmth disappeared with him.
Anticipation became a living, breathing thing. Silence expanded between us.

“I knew you’d be gorgeous like this. Bound for me. Needing
my touch. I saw your name on the dotted line but I want to hear you say it.
That you want to be my Christmas gift. By the end of the night, you’ll be
something more.”

“What will I be?” It didn’t sound like me asking the
question.

“Mine.”

The tension coiled tight between us like a rattlesnake ready
to strike. Nick moved behind me but I didn’t glance away from Jackson. Couldn’t
if I’d wanted to. His intent gaze held me captive.

“So are you ready?”

I took a deep breath and took a leap into the abyss. “Yes—”

The slither of the end of the word hadn’t left my mouth
before the leather strands of the flogger connected with my ass. I sucked in a
startled gasp. Heat raced between my legs. My knees would have buckled at the
exquisite burn clawing its way to my pussy if I hadn’t been bent over the
bench.

Nick brought his arm down again, the smack echoing as he hit
my other cheek. I opened my mouth to scream but Jackson was there, consuming my
cry of painful pleasure. He took my mouth. Owned it.

He didn’t ask permission. He held my jaw open, licking
inside to explore. Nick continued his assault on my backside.

“Damn, your pussy’s wet.” Nick’s presence filled the room as
Jackson finally pulled away.

We all breathed heavily. I watched Jackson go to his knees,
grabbing the blindfold off the table. He sucked one of my nipples into the hot
cavern of his mouth, making me forget everything but him.

He teased it with his tongue, nipping it with his teeth and
plucking at it with his fingers until it stood up. The hard nubbin was
surrounded by goose-pimpled flesh.

His heavily aroused voice penetrated the fog of my need with
one word. “Breathe.”

“Why should I—oh, fuck!” Pain radiated out from the tip of
my breast, shooting tentacles of heat along nerve endings I’d never known
existed. Swiftly, I blinked away tears so I could see what he’d done. “I
thought those were hair clips.”

Jackson snorted, moving to my other side, and Nick gathered
my hair, separating it into sections.

“No, beautiful. Nipple clamps.” Jackson didn’t waste any
more time explaining. He simply tweaked and plucked my other nipple until I
begged him to take it in his mouth.

The clamp caught me off guard though I knew it was coming
and I cried out at the pain.

“Damn, your tits are pretty.” This time Nick spoke while
Jackson soothed my throbbing nipple with his tongue. Nick methodically moved my
hair until he placed it on my back. It slid over my shoulder, falling beside me
so I could see it. He had braided it. The thoughtful gesture scared me.

Being surrounded. Pleasured by them. Bound to them by some
invisible thread. It was suddenly overwhelming.

“This isn’t normal. Let me go,” I yelled.

I heaved against the restraints, terrified by how much I
wanted to surrender everything to these men.

Fabric touched my face and everything plunged into darkness.
The calming lights disappeared and real panic threatened to overtake me.

“Normal is being true to yourself. Right is finding someone
who shares in your desires, your passions.”

My head thrashed at Jackson’s words, their meaning lost in
my fear. It drowned out everything else. I caught glimpses of him each time I
dislodged the satin covering. Nick grabbed my braid, holding my head still,
allowing Jackson to finish tying the blindfold.

“Fuck you both, I told you to let me go!”

“Normal is different to everyone. And my main focus as your
Dom is respecting what you need and making sure that comes first no matter what
your mouth says.”

“Let…me…go…or—”

“Safeword,” he barked. “If it’s too much for you then you
know the word I have to hear. Like the first time, you hold the power here. You
always will. So unless I hear those two syllables, I’m going to push you until
you think you’re going to break. Because no matter what comes out of your
mouth…” He stood up and smeared his fingers through the fluid leaking steadily
down my thighs. Then he pushed his slick digits deep inside my core. “I know
what you need. So. Anything to say?”

He tugged them almost free and shoved them in deep, igniting
every nerve ending inside me. My pussy fluttered around his invasion, so close
to orgasm I could taste it. He fucked me with steady thrusts. I couldn’t deny
how close I was to going off like the fireworks on the Fourth of July. My pussy
made wet sucking noises on his thick digits. He dragged them along the wet
clasp of my sex until I was empty. A growl of frustration was my only response
when he yanked my head up by my braid.

“Suck them clean so you know exactly how wet you are for me.”
He shoved his fingers in my mouth and I groaned at the musky flavor. I licked
each of them until all I could taste was him. More treacherous slickness
slipped from between the folds of my cunt. It wasn’t the taste that set me off.
It was being forced to do what he wanted.

Swiftly he pulled his hand away and dove into my mouth with
his tongue. The kiss was the kind you remember your entire life. It was violent
in its intensity. He claimed every corner of my mouth while his moist hand
fondled my breasts and manipulated my caged nipples in the clamps.

I ripped my mouth away from his so I could yell my safeword.
“Please…” slipped out instead.

“Don’t lie to yourself and don’t lie to me.” He kissed me
one last time, leaving my lips swollen and tingly. He circled me and I angled
my head to follow the sounds.

Plastic being ripped open made the hair on my neck stand up
and then the scent of peppermint filled the air. It took all my strength not to
cry out as one of the guys held open the lips of my pussy and teased my
sex-starved core with the giant candy cane. One of them pushed the thick candy
in, breaching my tight opening. My slick walls opened, accepting the invasion
one delicious inch at a time. He gave me a small bit more on each thrust,
forcing me to accept its width.

I bit my bottom lip.

He fucked the sugary dildo into my tight sheath, shuttling
it faster and deeper until I wanted to scream. A firm hand caressed the heated
skin of my backside and Nick said, “Your pussy is licking the candy. The colors
are mixing. I bet your pussy juice tastes good on it.”

He bent over, his hair tickling my ass, and I tried to tilt
up enough to get my clit closer to the candy cane. He groaned as his tongue
touched the skin of my stretched pussy and he didn’t stop until he licked up to
my ass and shoved his tongue inside.

Several strokes of his tongue filled my ass but all too soon
he was gone. A snarl of frustration clawed its way out of my throat. I sucked
in air, trying to calm myself. I didn’t beg. Ever. I was supposed to be prim
and proper. Vanilla was it for me. My family demanded nothing shy of
perfection…

One of them needed to touch my clit. That’s all I needed.

“Jackson, please! I’m going to come…if he…keeps that…up…”

Nick continued his assault on my back entrance. Sensations
swirled all around, pushing me closer to something I’d craved for years.

This orgasm would kill me and it’d be worth it. Whimpers
escaped past my clenched jaw on each thrust and my clit pulsed with tension,
screaming for release.

“Not until I say so, gorgeous.”

“Fuck…me…” It came out kind of garbled and I didn’t know if
it was a simple remark or a demand. Nick touched something more solid against
my puckered hole, pushing it inside, withdrawing it then thrusting a bit deeper
on each subsequent stroke.

“Your ass is so tight. It’s sucking the plug in like it’s
coming home.” He slipped the widest point of the plug inside, lighting up the
tight ring of muscles in my ass. The sensation of fullness permeated my
sex-soaked brain. The flat base and bulbous middle held the plug firmly in
place.

Nick continued fucking the candy cane in and out of my sex
but the intensity increased. It slid along the thin layer of skin separating
the holiday dildo from the plug filling my behind.

“Oh shit! Holy fuck.” Several more choice words fell from my
mouth as the plug began to vibrate.

“Remote controlled. You like?” The words were spoken near my
ear. Jackson’s voice and scent filled my head.

I strained against the bonds holding me immobile. Sharp
exhalations cascaded from my lungs every few seconds. My pelvis twitched on
every forceful stroke, straining for what they were offering. I couldn’t go
anywhere but that wouldn’t keep me from testing the bindings.

This was what I’d been searching for.

Remarkable time to have a revelation but there it stood,
slapping me in the face. A mushroom-cloud-sized epiphany illuminated the dark
corner I’d been hiding in inside my head.

I wanted to be forced. The decision completely taken from
me. I wanted him to own me, pleasure me. Find every wicked fantasy he’d ever
had and use me to fulfill them. Surely that wasn’t what an intelligent woman of
the twenty-first century should think.

Panic rushed through me…I was terrified of losing myself in
the unfamiliar place.

I opened my mouth. My tongue poised on the roof of my mouth
to form the “T” word that would stop everything—

A smooth, velvety-soft cock head brushed across my upper
lip.

Jackson.

My panic eased away, arousal taking its place once again.
This was what I’d been missing. Nick was still there but it was Jackson I
needed. The safeword wasn’t necessary. Just him.

I moaned as he rubbed the shaft of his dick on my cheek and
I breathed him in as he touched it to my mouth again, spreading his pre-cum on
my lips.

“Open your pretty mouth. Show me how much you want me.”

Without another command, I ran my tongue along my lips,
tasted his desire for me, opened my mouth and sucked him in.

Giving head was something I was good at but with Jackson I
wanted to be exquisite. His taste filled my mouth and I licked the head,
pressing deeper on the ultrasensitive nerves right underneath.

His hand tightened in the hair at the base of my skull and
he set the pace. Every few strokes he changed tempo, dragging his shaft along
my tongue. Pulling nearly free then shoving it past my lips until it sat poised
at the entrance of my throat.

“Months, I’ve ached for this. You—over my bench, sucking my
cock. Damn your mouth. It should be registered as a lethal weapon.”

Slurping noises filled my ears. He guided his dick, wet with
spit, to the back of my throat, holding it there then sliding out again. I
clamped my lips around the thick flesh shafting in and out. The tip of my
tongue massaged the head on every outward stroke. A splash of pre-cum hit my
taste buds and I moaned, swallowing a part of him inside me.

My staccato breathing punched out on each stroke and Nick
matched the candy to Jackson’s thrusts. It felt as if Jackson fucked me from
both ends. The buzzing of the vibrating plug in my rear kept changing tones as
I locked down on it. My whole body shook. A muffled scream of frustration blew
past Jackson’s dick when Nick drew the candy cane free of my sex.