Full Measure [Mastering Holly Oaks] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (7 page)

Mac snorted. He didn’t seem overly concerned that Jay might need medical intervention. “Don’t worry, kitten, he’ll live. Orgasm denial is one of us Doms’ dirty little secrets. It’s the best punishment ever for snarky subs.” Jay moaned in torment. Just then Sampson came flying at Kat. She always assumed he aimed for her lap, but usually he just ended up crashing into the couch somewhere. Tonight he hit the sofa back next to her and slumped to the seat in a boneless mass with a bit of an “umph.” Though Mac and Jay looked horrified for the poor thing, she just scooped him up and started rubbing his face.

“Okay, is he going to be doing that shit all the time? I can’t spank a cat, for Christ sake, and he is definitely going to injure himself. Why the hell does he keep jumping?” Mac looked truly upset about this new and unacceptable dilemma in his life.

“He’s been like this since birth, Mac. He doesn’t know it isn’t normal. He’s perfectly happy, I assure you. And he only hurt himself twice when he was little. Trust me, he’s very pliable. Now, when do we start all this?”

“Tomorrow night, actually. Seriously, you’re sure there isn’t something we should do? Like put him in bubble wrap?” Oh, my God, he was serious. This really was making him nervous. Awesome. She liked that he looked so flustered. And besides it being terribly cute, it was funny as hell.

“No bubble wrap. And no bondage! I’m serious, Mac. I see you hobble my cat and I will introduce you to one of Kelly’s little friends. You won’t like her. I can’t think there is anyone alive who likes this woman.”

Mac paled a little at that threat. “Listen, kitten. Here’s your first command. None of Kelly’s friends are ever allowed in my home. I will take down any manner of dangerous threat in life, but I know to stay the hell away from Kelly’s friends. I won’t hobble your cat. Even if it is a really good idea.”

Jay looked decidedly upset now, too. “Yeah, I’m in agreement with Master on that one, babe. Keep Kelly’s freaky friends away from us.”

Mac started to chuckle as he helped Kat to her feet. “We’re going to go home now, honey. I can’t promise not to touch you if we stay any longer, and I think we need to let you think tonight. If you haven’t changed your mind by tomorrow night, meet us on the second floor of the club. I won’t contact you tomorrow. I need you to really think. This has to be your decision. If you come to us tomorrow night, be prepared to offer yourself into my keeping, pet. I’m a patient man and I’ll take things slow with you, but I will demand your submission if we are to continue. Understand?” There was no humor in his voice now. He was serious. If she decided to take the next step, she would have to do so in full measure.

“Yes, Sir.”

Kat was nervous as all get-out. She definitely hadn’t changed her mind. In fact, she could think of little else all day except the feel of her men and the strong emotion their words incited in her. Yes, they were her men. Unless she called “red” to this whole adventure, she would think of them as hers. Jesus, she needed this evening to start before she hyperventilated. At the same time, she was so nervous she was sure she’d be incapable of opening the door to the club. Wouldn’t that be lovely? Everyone could stare at the deaf-mute doing a statue impression at the damn door. Shit. She needed to get in the friggin’ car and go already.

Kat practically ran from the parking lot to the club. As she rounded the steps to the second floor, she almost fell backward. There was a bouncer in front of an ornately carved oak door. Okay, maybe “bouncer” was being generous. This man looked like he could give professional wrestlers a run for their money. And if his size wasn’t intimidating enough, that fucking whip attached to his leathers sure as hell was. A whip? Seriously? She hoped to God Mac did not have a whip. Fuck, did he mention whips last night? Nope, she was pretty sure she would have picked up on that word. Okay, now she was just staring, which wasn’t cool, considering he was staring right back.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for my friends. They said to meet them on the second floor. ’Course they neglected to mention the Titan with a whip, so maybe they had it wrong. Seriously, I can just go. Maybe if you see them, you could tell them I’ll be downstairs? But don’t whip them. The smaller one can be a bit snarky, but he’s really well-meaning, so please don’t take offense if he calls you names. Shit, I called you a Titan, didn’t I? I didn’t mean that. I just never saw a man so big. I don’t mean big as in fat, I mean big as in, ‘Wow, you must work out a lot,’ which is actually a compliment. Not that big people are stupid and you wouldn’t know a compliment. Oh, God, please shut me up. But not with the whip! I’ve heard about gags. Maybe a gag? Fuck! I’m serious here, Sir, Master, big man with a whip. I’m too nervous to stop. If you don’t shove a gag in my mouth, it will only get worse!”

Kat’s pitch was so high by the time she finished she was practically squeaking. Double fuck. She should just go now. There really wasn’t any way to recover from something as humiliating as that little break in sanity. And the big dude with the whip looked like he was going to call 911 for the crazy at the gate. As she turned to leave, she saw Kelly standing behind her in openmouthed shock. Yup. Maybe if she left town now, she could avoid having to kill herself.

Trying to make her feet move without making eye contact with Kelly was her only focus.
Get out. Houston, we have a problem.

“Kitten, stop.”

Oh, she got it now all right. Kelly was a Domme. And a fucking sadist. She wouldn’t be fooled by this woman again, even if she really liked her. But damn it, she stopped. What was it with this shit? Someone acknowledges she’s a sub, and now she obeys like an automaton? No fucking way. She just did irreparable damage here. She was going to follow her instinct to find the nearest rock and crawl under that fucker.

“Honey, look at me. Please?”

With a bit of an unladylike growl, Kat looked up. It really wasn’t fair on Kelly’s part to go all sweet sounding. This woman was lethal and should be marked with a sign stating such.

“Oh, my. This is going to be so much fucking fun. You are just the most adorable little thing. You’re going to twist them in knots, I know it. Mac has no clue what’s about to happen to him. Yup. Best week ever.” The sheer delight on Kelly’s face had Kat breathing again. She certainly didn’t think her little episode was adorable, but maybe they could all take a mini stroll down amnesia lane and forget the last five minutes.

“Kelly, help me! You have to get me past that very nice gentleman standing in front of the door. You really need to make sure I don’t open my mouth. I will even let you take me back to your torture chamber of a spa if you do that for me.”

“No problem, sweetie. Kent here is actually just a cuddle bug. Kent, this is Mac’s sub, and you’re scaring her. Give her a little hug to let her know just how nice you are.”

Oh, God!
Why couldn’t they just be normal and pretend like nothing happened? This was beyond humiliating. Kat vowed to warn any man who even looked at Kelly to run fast and far. Kent the Titan gave her a dazzling, if not slightly ferocious smile, and leaned all the way down to hug her.

“There, there, little one, I won’t hurt you. You just come to Kent if you need anything.” Patronizing ass.

“Thank you, Sir. If you’ll just please put me down, I’ll quietly go about my business. Sir.”

She’d let him laugh at her, because of the whip and all, but if anyone else laughed at her tonight she was going to break some ass.

* * * *

Mac saw kitten enter the club with Kelly. He didn’t know if he should be alarmed or not. She was a serious shade of red. But she was here. For them. And holy hell, he was going to have to buy Kelly a gift for picking out that dress. Silk, just a touch darker than the red of her face at the moment, literally hugged her beautiful body. The halter top dipped dangerously low and showed just what incredible breasts this woman had. Cream-colored and plump, they swayed a bit as she walked. Her nipples were erect and pushing at the fabric. Her hips rolled like the dance of a trained seductress. Jesus. She was incredible. All the more so because she didn’t have a clue just how sexy she was. He couldn’t wait to see her ass. He could only imagine how it would look with the fabric stretched tight against her.

“Fuck.” James breathed.

Yup. That about summed it up. Mac glanced at Jay. His slave was sitting next to him like someone had kicked him in the balls. Yup, that about summed it up, too.

As she approached the table, Mac twirled his finger so she would spin and let him get a look at that ass. She blushed even more, lowered her eyes, and slowly turned a circle. He took a quick breath at the sight. Her backside was made for them. He was pretty sure she was a virgin there. He couldn’t wait to take her. God, to grab on to those tender globes after he’d heated them up and tunnel into her. She would be so hot and tight. Christ, Jay was going to have to do his job well, because Mac was sure he wouldn’t last long.

* * * *

Jay had to close his eyes and do a rundown of the times tables. He sucked at math. If he concentrated enough, he could usually tame his libido by the time he got to thirteen by thirteen. He didn’t even care if he looked ridiculous. Kitten was driving him insane, and he needed to calm down before he got in trouble. This night was for her. There was a plan, goddamnit! Nothing his cock said was going to interfere. Shit, he was screwed. Good ole math wasn’t helping one bit.

Their poor pet looked terrified. Her face was red, not unusual for her, but her eyes were so big right now he wanted to scoop her up and run out of here. God, would she be able to do this? Was this already too much for her? Nothing very intense occurred on this level. Play was mostly restricted to the third floor, but this was where the BDSM community came to socialize with like-minded friends. They would often come to the second floor after scening to wind down and enjoy a drink or some food. Sometimes people just came to talk and catch up, but the attire was something to get used to, as were some of the protocols.

When he saw her notice a couple at the next table, he knew they’d be okay. Master Keith had his lovely sub and wife on his lap. He was hand-feeding her bits from his plate and offering her wine from his cup. Some people might not care for that, but kitten’s whole body softened as she gave them the sweetest smile he’d ever seen. Their honey liked the show of affection. She would get that from them. Shit, if it made her happy, he’d feed her every meal for the rest of their lives.

* * * *

Kat took a look around the room. There were plenty of people in leather, some in latex. There were also plenty of people in practically nothing at all. One very well-endowed gentleman was walking behind a woman in a cat suit. He had some sort of painful-looking harness on his cock and balls. Ouch. Another woman had nothing but a thong and some nipple clamps. Jesus. She felt exposed in her tiny dress! It was like entering the twilight zone.

She’d never been in a room full of naked bodies. Shit, she never even got naked around her ex without the lights off. This was definitely a new world. It struck her that obviously some of the things she read were actually happening in real life. There apparently
were
BDSM clubs. She always kind of thought authors just made that up. Nope. They existed, and she was now officially in one.

As soon as she realized that she was the only one staring, she started to relax. This was normal for these people. Nobody was acting rude or disrespectful. They all seemed so happy and at ease. What went on here was just a choice in lifestyle, not good or bad, no moral police shouting about shame. No judgments about body type. It seemed there was something much deeper than what you looked like that was important here. It was a revelation.

The social code was so different. It was nothing like being at her ex’s Christmas party where everyone was sizing her up. They would look at her dress and judge if she had fashion sense or if she was beautiful enough to merit talking with. The girls would talk behind each other’s backs and plaster on fake smiles the next second. The men tried to look self-important and generally ignored their partners so they could huddle in groups to talk business or one-up each other.

Here, everyone seemed so focused on their partner. She knew not all these people were in relationships, but they still gave their date for the evening all their attention. They talked with others around them like they were genuinely happy to see each other. It was actually the most refreshing situation. She never imagined something like this. She was afraid it would be a bit cheap and tawdry. She couldn’t have been more wrong.

When she saw the couple at the next table, she almost started to cry. A very distinguished-looking middle-aged man was feeding the woman on his lap. She looked so happy and relaxed. The moment was more tender than Kat could have imagined. There was real love between those two. She couldn’t fathom what that level of devotion was like. It was just so beautiful. She felt like a voyeur. It was almost like she was stealing a bit of their happiness. What if life could be like that for her? Well, she damn sure wanted to find out.

By this time, Mac had rounded the table to stand at her side. She felt him run the backs of his fingers down her spine. His touch was feather light but still so intimate. He wasn’t groping her or even being sexual. His touch was meant for comfort, like the reconnection of skin on skin eased them both.

“You please me, pet. I’m so happy that you’ve come to us. Are you prepared to offer yourself to me? I need the words, kitten. I need to know that you want this.” Mac was so serious, but he didn’t need to remind her. She knew what she wanted.

“I’m yours, Sir.” She was simple and to the point. She was his. She belonged to both of them now. If she failed, if she got hurt, it wouldn’t be because she was too afraid to try.

“Come sit, pet. Slave needs you, we need to hold you.” Kat looked to Jay, who was smiling fondly at them. She rushed over to him and he pulled her into his lap. She sighed as she held him close and whispered into his ear, “I’m yours, too, Jay. I want you both so much.”