Passion's Hope (The Doms of Passion Lake Book 3) (8 page)

The two men led the woman up three steps onto a dais that contained a square frame made from what appeared to be beams recycled from a barn. While the shorter man fastened her wrists to the upper corners of the frame, the satanic one hunkered down and fastened her ankles, leaving her spread-eagled in the center of the frame.

Another rippling buzz of conversation caught Charlie’s attention and she turned back toward the left to see two more supremely masculine men following the same path the first two had taken. One was dark, with Native American features, the other was blond. Both wore leather trousers and chest harnesses. They both carried black leather floggers, swishing the falls against their legs as they walked. Charlie had to remind herself to breathe. These four men were the sexiest things she had ever laid eyes on, and all her girlie parts jumped up and took notice.

Stop that! You’re here to get food and get out! You’re not here to admire the scenery.
But she couldn’t make herself look away. As the second two men climbed up the steps onto the dais, the first two tugged gold-colored arm bands up onto their biceps. Charlie was familiar enough with BDSM Club protocol to know that the arm bands signified that they were Dungeon Monitors, responsible for the safety of everyone in attendance. They turned and stepped down, but they didn’t leave the area. They stopped at the bottom of the steps and turned around to watch their friends approach their captive slave, sandwiching her between them, the dark-haired one at her front, and the blond at her back, pressing her between their bodies.

The one in front palmed the woman’s mound and thrust his two middle fingers through her slit, sliding them back and forth, gathering her moisture. The blond fingered her anus. Each man palmed a breast.

“I want your mouth, Sunny,” the dark-haired man demanded and for the first time, Charlie realized that this particular area was mic’ed, making the entire club privy to this wrenching scene.

She heard a woman behind her whisper, “Who are they?”

“They’re the owners of this club,” her partner whispered back. “The Native American is Jesse Colter, the blond is Adam Sinclair. The woman is their wife, Sarah.”

Charlie’s eyes widened. Their
wife? They’re both married to the same woman? Isn’t that just a wee bit illegal?

The woman, Sarah, raised her face and the sexy Dom standing in front of her gave her a slow, sultry smile that drew an answering one from her. “I love you, Master,” she said in a voice barely above a whisper.

“I love you, too, darlin’ girl.” Curling his finger beneath her chin, he held her in place as he lowered his head, devouring her mouth in a kiss that was at once carnal and raw, yet sensual and loving. He lifted both hands, thrusting his fingers through her hair, his palms holding the sides of her face as he continued to pluck repeatedly at her lips with his teeth, gently tugging and releasing them, darting his tongue in and out of her mouth in a seductive dance.

The other man, Adam Sinclair, palmed both her breasts, squeezing, twisting, and pulling on her nipples, all the while forging a path of wet, open-mouthed kisses from her shoulder, up her neck to her ear, making her giggle and squirm. When both men raised their heads, Jesse Colter stared down into Sarah’s eyes.
.
“You are every beat of our hearts, Sarah. You’re our love, our life. You know we don’t like punishing you. But you have been unaccountably surly all week, and today was simply the last straw. You are not allowed to disrespect your Masters. So you have earned fifty strokes with the floggers. The first forty will be to warm you up. The last ten will be difficult for you. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Master.”

The sheer intensity of the emotions zapping back and forth between these three people was felt by every single person watching this scene. Charlie’s heart stuttered and her insides melted.
This is the way it should be between a Dom and his sub. This is what I’ve been looking for my entire life. This deep emotional connection. This sense of belonging completely to another. It’s what I was looking for with Perry, what I thought I had found. Too bad he turned out to be such a monster.
Shaking off both her inchoate yearnings and the terrible memories of her ordeal with Bradford, Charlie turned her attention back to the threesome on the stage.

“After your punishment is over, all transgressions will be forgiven, and you will be granted your release,” Jesse was saying.

Sarah’s entire body slumped in relief. “Oh, thank you, thank you, Master.”

Behind her, Adam chuckled. “Thought you’d like that part.”

They talked a bit more, then the men moved into position and the flogging began, their arms rising and falling in a symphony of bunching, rippling muscles. By the time the last blow fell, both men were sheened with sweat.

Jesse spoke to the exhausted woman again and the final ten strokes began to fall. As she shouted,“Ten!” her body exploded in a rapturous release that had her body writhing and twisting in the restraints.

\Dropping his flogger to the floor, Jesse fell to his knees and buried his mouth in Sarah’s pussy, making her body convulse in an endless, screaming orgasm. As soon as he’d wrung the last ounce of pleasure from her, he stood. Once again the men sandwiched her between them. Removing the vibrators from both of her passages, they unfastened their leathers, shoved them down around their knees and, in a coordinated movement, filled her with their cocks, fucking her to several more orgasms. When they were done, the one named Jesse cradled the now-insensate woman, stroking her hair and murmuring to her lovingly while Adam released her bonds and wrapped her in a blanket handed to him by the shorter of the two DM’s. Jesse released her and Adam scooped her up. He carried her down the steps and strode back across the room, while Jesse had a word with the two men who had initially caught Charlie’s eye. Then he followed his partner back the way they’d come.

As soon as the door closed behind them, the room seemed to exhale. People around Charlie resumed their conversations and began moving around the room. For a few seconds, Charlie just stood there, still stunned by the scene she’d just witnessed. She’d never seen two men fucking the same woman before. Had never considered it might even be possible. And, of course, for her it wasn’t possible. Not after Perry had—

Blinking to clear her vision, she started to turn her head back toward the food table but instead found herself staring at that gorgeous man with the tattoos over every inch of visible skin. He beckoned to his shorter companion. The two of them walked over to the next dais and mounted the steps. The shorter man began to strip while the larger man simply stood and watched. His erection was a hard bulge behind the leather of his pants.

The crowd, sensing something extraordinary was about to happen, stopped milling aimlessly about and began to gather in front of this new spectacle. Unable to look away from those two sexy men, Charlie let herself be swept along with the tide of people positioning themselves to watch whatever was about to unfold.

The shorter man stripped off his vest, pants and biker boots, revealing a perfectly toned body. Broad chest, rippling abs, bulging arms and legs. And that cock!
Oh, my God!
Thick, heavy, a full nine or ten inches long, standing straight up, nearly touching his belly button. Charlie’s mouth was actually watering.

The taller man directed his partner onto the spanking bench and strapped him to it. He bent over him, whispering something in his ear, reaching through his legs to grab his scrotum, eliciting a hissing gasp from the bound man. He manipulated the pendant sac, speaking to the younger man in a low voice, saying something that Charlie couldn’t hear. Then he straightened, sending a house sub over to a cabinet to fetch something. When she came back, she handed him a box. Charlie’s heart stopped when she saw what he pulled out of the box. An huge, black, anal plug!

Suddenly her own ass tightened up and she could barely breathe as memories assailed her. Perry Bradford, strapping
her
to a physician’s exam table, spreading her legs high and wide, forcing soapy, cold-water enemas into her, compelling her to hold them inside by shoving a plug up her ass. A plug just like the ones Grizzly Bear was holding. The pain from the abdominal cramping had been excruciating. The pain from the plugs even worse. And the first time he’d raped her ass, he had been so rough he’d torn her, making her bleed. Just thinking about it had her clutching her belly as a wave of nausea swept through her.

Forcing herself to remain upright, she blew a series of short, shallow panting breaths through her mouth to ward off the impending panic attack. Fighting a wave of dizziness, she gave herself a mental shake.
Focus. Focus. Remember why you’re here. You need to get food and get out!

But she couldn’t move. Unable to tear her eyes away, she watched as the big man inserted first one, then two fingers into the other man’s anus, stretching him somewhat before starting to insert the plug, talking to him the entire time, giving his body time to adjust to the invasion. And it was clear that the younger man was so aroused, he was actually enjoying having his ass penetrated, something that left Charlie completely baffled.

Then the punishment began. Twenty swats on the bound man’s ass, blows that were so hard they could be heard above the driving, relentlessly thumping beat of the music. By the time the twentieth blow landed, the big man was drenched in sweat and his partner’s ass was a bright, fiery red. Charlotte felt hot just looking at it. Either that or it was suddenly extremely warm in here. Actually, it
was
extremely warm in here. So warm, in fact, she was sweating profusely and feeling slightly lightheaded.

She let out the breath she didn’t even know she’d been holding, still watching, spellbound, as the grizzly bear began turning the plug inside the man’s ass. He pulled it partway out, and released it, drawing back his hand and delivering a resounding blow along his partner’s ass crease. A blow that slammed the plug all the way back in. The smaller man screamed, but it didn’t seem to Charlie to be a scream of pain. More like ecstasy. The big man repeated the cycle nine more times, shouting as he delivered the last blow, “Come! Come for your Daddy!” and the man’s body exploded in a series of seizure-like convulsions as cum shot from his cock all over him and the leather surface of the spanking bench.

The big Daddy Dom reached between the bound man’s legs, grabbing his cock and milking the last drops of his cum from him. Then he scooped up a big blob of it on his fingertip and held it to the other man’s mouth. “Open,” he directed. Watching those lips close around the cum-covered fingertip sent hot cream gushing between Charlie’s thighs.
Holy fuck!

She watched as the big Dom released the straps binding the younger man, helping him to his feet then putting his arms around him, helping him to stand. He accepted a blanket from one of the other DM’s, draping it around his partner. Then he did something that made everyone gasp. He held the man’s head and gave him a deep kiss, claiming dominion over his mouth as he’d claimed dominion over his body. When they broke apart, there was a burst of applause, including whistles and shouts from all the DM’s as the younger man stumbled back over to the stool to put on his clothes.

As he was stamping his feet into his boots, he half turned and his gaze snagged on Charlie’s. Her heart froze. Neither one of them was able to look away. His pupils dilated, nearly obliterating his green irises, turning his eyes nearly black. With deliberate slowness he let his eyes travel up her endlessly long legs, enjoying every inch of the journey.

Stunned by the intensity of his stare, Charlie stopped breathing, stopped moving, stopped thinking. Like a butterfly pinned to a display board, she just stood there, being devoured by his gaze.

Uh-oh.
Now the other Dom, the big one, the most intimidating person she’d ever seen, was looking straight at her too, both their gazes fixed on her as if she were the only other person in the room.
Oh, crap.
Without taking their eyes from her the two men started walking directly toward her.

Holy fuck!

Panicking, she turned and made a beeline toward the hors d’oeuvres.
Get food. Get into the rest room. Dump food in purse. Get the hell out of here.
Risking a glance backward, she saw that the two men had been stopped by three other Dungeon Monitors, each one a living Adonis.
Jeez, where did they find these guys? Gods R Us?
She walked even faster, practically scurrying.
Okay. Okay. Try not to make a spectacle of yourself. But hurry the hell up.
She grabbed a little rectangular plate and began grabbing canapés at random, not really caring what she picked up as long as it was food. She piled her plate so high, so quickly, people were stopping to look at her. She stepped back, practically trampling on a woman’s toes. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed. “I didn’t mean—please forgive me.” Backing awkwardly away, she continued muttering apologies. “Excuse me. Excuse me.”

Face red with embarrassment, she turned and fled, her gaze swinging wildly back and forth, searching for the restrooms.
Ah, there they are.
She headed for the hallway leading to the powder room. Once inside she locked herself inside one of the stalls and upended her plate full of hors d’oeuvres into her purse. Knowing she would be putting food in it, she had deliberately selected the only purse she owned that had a plastic lining and had wiped it down thoroughly with several wet wipes before coming here tonight.