Cuffed (Hidden Pleasures, #2) (3 page)

Damn. What’s happening to me? I can’t believe I’m this...person.

Each man took one of her hands and led her across the club. Her dress was up around her middle; exposing her tits and ass to everyone they passed. The men and some of the women watched with open appreciation and lust. She blushed and stared at the floor.

They displayed her openly, but not to ridicule her. No, it was with pride. Male pride, a show of “this is mine and you can’t have it
.
”

Feminists would scream about being treated like chattel with no choices of their own, but deep down she craved this kind of ownership. This sense of not having to make decisions. Of being treasured and taken care of.

A large, muscular blonde with muscles on muscles stepped in front of them, cutting them off. He had the look of a guy who spent hours every day at the gym. The muscles on his arms were all veiny and bulbous.

Yuck.

She realized she liked Gavin’s muscles better...he wasn’t as ripped, but his muscles came from physical labor. He’d told her that he landscaped for a living. Now that she thought about it, she wondered why he’d come over with dress clothes on today. Maybe he’d had a job interview. And Luis told her he went to the gym, but he didn’t look like this guy either. Not like he was obsessed with himself. She liked his long, lean muscles.

“Darling.” Gavin’s voice broke through her thoughts.

She startled and gave him her attention. “Yes Sir?”

“Julian asked you a question.” Luis answered her, laughter in his tone, but his body language screamed “get the fuck away from me.”

Gavin and Luis each moved in closer to her, their clothing brushing her sides. Gavin squeezed her hand while Luis positioned himself just ever so slightly in front of them, blocking the body builder from getting too close.

The big man in front of them crowded her, his eyes roving. Not touching, but too close. She clasped Luis’s hand tighter and crept in to Gavin’s side. She didn’t like the way Julian looked at her. His gaze on her skin felt wrong. Uncomfortable and slimy. A predatory gleam lit his eyes and he shifted from one foot to the other. Massive thighs strained at his leather pants, tattoos covered both of his arms.

That reminded her; she needed to get a better look at Luis’s ink. Hopefully this jerk would leave soon.

She tried to get her hands back so she could move her dress and cover herself, but they wouldn’t let go.

Julian cleared his throat. She got the impression he didn’t like being ignored. “I asked if you liked playing with Gavin and Luis.”

“Oh. Yes.” The muscles in Gavin’s jaw twitched and she scooted closer to him, inadvertently tugging on Luis.

“Ronnie, you need to address Julian as Sir as well. Even though you aren’t playing with him, it’s a sign of respect.” Luis dropped her hand to intercept Julian more fully. “Julian, you’re making our sub uncomfortable. You need to back up.”

The blonde smiled, and a skittering ran over her skin like bugs crawling on her. “She isn’t collared yet. Doesn’t even have cuffs on. Looks to me like you aren’t all that serious about keeping her.”

Luis stepped in close enough to Julian to bang his chest against the other man, speaking in rapid fire Spanish, his arms wide at his sides and hands clenched into fists. Gavin hugged her with one arm, but the angry lines to his face disconcerted her. Her stomach muscles knotted and clenched.

Julian scowled at Luis and answered in the same language, his face turning red. Gavin chimed in, his tone not as harsh as Julian’s, but just as final.

She tried again to adjust her clothing, but Gavin gave her a look full of such censure that she stared at the floor, tears pricking her eyes. What if Julian was right and they weren’t serious about keeping her?

A large man dressed in leather pants, a sleeveless T-shirt, and heavy boots approached from the left and spared her a quick assessing glance. He had to be a Dom as well, he had a look to him, and the way he’d checked her over before even considering the men....

The new comer wasn’t as heavily muscled as Julian, but he moved with a lithe grace that made it obvious he was used to fighting. A knotted, thick scar trailed from his forehead, across his right eye, and down to the corner of his mouth. Dark curly hair covered the tops of his ears, but the slightly long and unkempt look suited him. He settled his glare on Julian.

She averted her eyes, buried her face in Gavin’s shoulder and chewed on her lower lip. The whole scene was scary and weird. Who was this new guy?

Julian didn’t dominate the way Gavin and Luis did. It wasn’t sexy at all. She wanted to run from him, not to him. Not like with her Sirs. Had she won some kind of sex lottery when she’d run into Luis in the hallway? She liked seeing the other people in the club having sex, but no matter how attractive some of the other men were, she didn’t have any interest in them dominating her. Maybe it was just Luis and Gavin who flipped the switch in her head.

Plus, Julian appeared to think that because she was in the club and didn’t have a collar around her neck, she was fair game. Between talking to Gavin and Luis during the week, and peppering her roommate Shea with questions about the BDSM lifestyle, she’d learned a lot more.

Like that being collared was more of a commitment than being married. She definitely wasn’t ready for that.

“Hey Luis, why don’t I take Julian and sign him up for the new comer’s class again? Seems like he’s forgotten some of the basic rules about other people’s subs.” The big man settled one hand on Julian’s shoulder, and his knuckles turned white as he squeezed.

Luis cocked one eyebrow and smirked “Nate, I think you’re probably right.”

“Don’t know why you’re so hard up for her. She’s just another slit.” Julian sneered in her direction and anger, bright and clean rose on the heels of her embarrassment.

Bastard.

She opened her mouth, but Gavin closed the space between them and clocked the asshole with a hard jab right in the face before she’d fully registered what happened. Julian’s face snapped back, and when he jerked forward to attack Gavin, Nate did something that took him to his knees.

“Get out, Julian.” The dim overhead lighting left most of Luis’s features in shadow, but Ronnie could see the red flush to his cheeks. “I’ll be reviewing whether your membership should be maintained or not tomorrow.”

A strange sense of satisfaction stole over her. She’d just had her honor defended by not one by three men.

It was good to be the sub.

Blood dribbled down Julian’s chin and dripped onto his chest. Luis nodded at Nate, who tucked Julian’s wrist up high on his back and steered him away.

As they left, Nate winked at her. “Hopefully we can meet another time under better circumstances, Peach.”

She frowned. “Peach?”

Luis ran his fingers through his hair. “Your nipples Ronnie. They’re peach colored.”

“Oh.” A flush crept over her chest and up her neck. She’d never thought about it much, but yeah, her nipples were peach. Acutely aware of how naked she was, she crossed her arms over her chest, no longer comfortable with being so exposed.

“Are we going to get kicked out too?” Gavin shook his head no and Luis didn’t bother to reply. “You just punched someone Gavin. And what was that about his membership? Are you the manager here Luis?”

“We won’t get kicked out, Ronnie.” Gavin held his hand out, waiting for her, and she flicked her eyes up toward Luis. Back to Gavin. He waited.

Yes, she still trusted him to keep her safe.

She put her wrist in his palm and he smiled at her. It was like getting blasted with sunshine after standing in a rainstorm.

So strange. They scare me sometimes, but I trust them. They’d never hurt me in anger.

Luis led the way along the wall of red-velvet curtained alcoves, every line in his body tight with tension. The incident with Julian had really upset him, and she wondered what had been exchanged while they spoke Spanish to each other.

The sounds of sex and pleasure came from behind the alcove coverings, but she kept her attention focused on the back of her other Dom. A heavy silver watch circled his wrist, and the dim overhead lights lit his black hair with highlights. Gavin’s presence at her side comforted her, and with Luis clearing the way ahead, she felt right and settled. At peace with herself.

Luis paused and spoke to a waitress in a red corset, miniskirt, and garter. The server was pretty, with big doe eyes and soft brown curls cascading around her face to touch her collar bones. She realized with a start that the servers were all in various shapes, sizes, and skin colors. Some of them wore collars around their throats.

The server gave her a shy smile as she passed, and Ronnie felt like she’d met a kindred spirit even though they hadn’t talked.

Luis continued to the end of the line of alcoves to and rounded a corner to the left. They entered a darker hallway, and instead of curtains, there were closed doors. The noise of the club proper faded, and the silence of the area chilled her. Where were they taking her? She slowed her walk and glanced around, curious and nervous. Were they even allowed back here?

Oh God, what if they made her have sex in front of everyone? Being fingered in a crowd while most of the people paid attention to something else was about as far as she thought she could go. She crossed her free arm over her breasts and flicked a glance at Gavin. He brushed his lips across her temple and rubbed his thumb over her shoulder.

“It’s okay sweetheart. Julian stepped over the line back there, so we’re going someplace more private.”

“Oh. I didn’t like him Sir.”

Luis paused, spun on his heel, and stalked to her. Anger coiled in his frame, and he cupped her cheek. “Ronnie, you are free to walk away any time. But when you are here, in this club, you belong to us.” He gestured to himself and Gavin with one finger. The fire in his eyes scared her, filled her tummy with butterflies, and at the same time excited an animal part of her brain. “You want out, you can go. But I’ll be damned if I’ll see that fucker put his hands on you.”

Shit, why would he think she wanted Julian? Or anyone else? “Freckles.”

G
avin groaned and Luis cursed himself. Fuck it all, he’d scared her into safe wording with his macho shit. The first woman he and Gavin could share...that worked for them together. They’d grown up together, helped each other through more scrapes than they’d ever give voice to. They didn’t have sex with each other, but they enjoyed dominating a woman together. Now he’d gone and fucked it all up.

Second time out, and he’d already messed up hardcore.

Fantastic
.

“I have something to say.” She ducked her head and her hair swung forward over her face. “I think...I think I’m falling for you. For both of you. It’s more than sex for me. I’m not interested in any of the other men here. Especially not that jerk off.”

She blushed again, and God he hoped she never lost that sweet shyness. Gavin hugged her and she melted into him. How did his best friend always know the right thing to do? Ronnie raised her face and longing filled her eyes. He had to answer the need there.

He closed the space between them and cupped her face with trembling hands. He kissed her, hard, domineering, stoked the fire he’d known simmered in her the first time he saw her. She needed the roughness he offered, just as she needed the gentler dominance Gavin gave her.

When he broke away, Gavin claimed her mouth as well. Luis plastered himself to her back and cupped her breasts.

She licked her lips and her gaze darted from one of them to the other. “I just...I wanted to say that. I’m not interested in Julian. Or any other man here. I don’t know what that whole thing back there was, but...I don’t like him.”

Luis warmed as the little sub crept into his heart further. “I’m sorry if I frightened you. It would kill me to see someone else put their hands on you.”

Unlike some other Doms, Luis didn’t like to share his women, not even as a game. Gavin was the only person he ever shared a sub with if he meant to be with her for more than one night. He couldn’t give voice to the feelings cascading inside him, but the softness of her expression, the acceptance in her eyes, told him enough. She traced his mouth with one finger.

Gavin nibbled on her neck, and when she squirmed between them, he lifted his head. “You’re ours and we aren’t letting you go. I’d love to take that asshole outside and beat his ass.”

“Who says anyone has to know if you beat him up?” Playful teasing entered her voice and she tucked her fingertips into Gavin’s waistband.

“I would know. I’m the owner.” Luis held himself stiff, waited for her reaction. Too many subs here had tried to land him, solely to get at his bank account. Gavin had the same problem.

“Seriously?” Her eyes got big and round and she frowned.

Not exactly the reaction he’d been expecting. “Seriously.”

“Crap, so you really can’t get even with him, huh.” One of the buttons on his shirt slid through the hole and she scraped her nail over his exposed skin. It sent a shiver of electricity straight to his dick. “But that means we won’t get in trouble for being back here.”

“No, we won’t. And I can revoke his membership. That will be even worse than an ass kicking. Forget about him. Let’s play. I haven’t tasted your pussy in a week, and I know it’s going to be delicious.” He cupped her pussy, flicked one finger through the wetness and over her clit. “Oh, my, you’re wet already.”

“Mmmm, yes. Promise to teach me Spanish? It sounds so sexy when you speak it.” She rocked on his hand, leaning her chest back against Gavin. “I want to hear you say dirty things to me, and I’ll say them back.”

The blood pounded into his cock and he thought he’d die from the unrelieved pressure. “Anything you want
mi bella
.”

It was a struggle to remain in control, but he and Gavin had discussed what they wanted to do with her this evening a few days ago. He stopped at the fourth door on the left and held it open as his best friend and their sub entered. The woman they were both falling hard for. A finger of fear threaded through his heart when he considered how much he needed and wanted her.