In Emma's Education, Emma didn’t even know something was missing. When Jace and Logan rescue her from her ex-boyfriend’s twisted idea of Domination, Emma suddenly learns what it feels like to truly submit. But can Jace and Logan protect her from her ex's strange behavior while they teach her about her own needs?
In Maya's Masters, she didn’t want to ask for their help. Maya fought hard to win her independence. She isn’t about to give it up to anyone—not to the gang who threatens her, the Dom who wants her, or the ex-SEAL who needs her. But her friend Viper has other ideas.
In Binding Bianca, Viper was Bianca's strict, full-time Dom when she needed him most, but now she craves a chance to experience independence. Viper’s friend Brick helps Bianca settle into a vanilla life. Yet maybe it will take two very different men to give Bianca what she craves and what she needs.
In Sophie's Surrender, when Alex and Adrian Copeland walked into Sophie’s small bakery, heat was rising from more than just the bread. But what happens when the new owners of Viper’s Dungeon learn she not only misunderstands their way of life but divorced their head of security, Malcolm Richards, because of it?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Abby Blake is a Siren-exclusive author.
Emma felt overheated. Every nerve ending, every muscle, every thought was focused on what would happen once they reached the room. Her thighs felt slippery, her arousal coating her skin as anticipation swelled through every inch of her body. She was nervous, but somehow that just heightened her desire.
Logan fondled her breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers and thumbs as they walked to the room. She was gasping for breath, barely able to stand up by the time he pushed her face-first over a padded, waist-high bench. He pressed his hand between her shoulder blades, holding her down as he ripped her panties away and wiggled the plug in her ass.
She cried out, unable to stand the anticipation, begging with her voice and her body. She heard a condom wrapper rip open, and a moment later, Jace slid into her pussy with one firm thrust. It was so tight. She squirmed against their combined embrace—Jace’s hands holding her hips tight, Logan’s still holding her facedown—as Jace started to move into her body.
“Relax, little sub,” Logan said as he shifted to where she could see him, but without releasing the pressure holding her down. “We need to prepare you properly so that we don’t hurt you.” She nodded, still nervous but anxious for both of them to fill her. Emma moaned as Jace increased the pace. He was still moving carefully, but each time he thrust in, he pulled the plug partially from her ass, then thrust it back in as he pulled out his cock.
She was on the verge of orgasm when he pulled the plug from her completely and slid deep into her ass. He fucked her harder, pulling her back against him as he plowed into her back passage over and over. She was on the verge of demanding they let her orgasm when he pulled away altogether.
She growled her frustration, but a slap high on her ass cheeks distracted her long enough for Jace to lift her up as Logan lay down on the bench and pulled her into his arms. She practically crawled over him, trying to take his cock into her pussy, but he held her pressed against him, teasing her by pressing her clit against his hard erection.
Her whole body convulsed as he slowly slid into her pussy, but again he held her down, pressing her ass with his big hand. Hell, even the mild sting from the stripes on her ass added to the eroticism of the moment.
She whimpered as she felt Jace press the head of his cock against her anus. Logan held her still, whispering words of comfort, as Jace slid slowly into her back passage. Pressed between them, both men joined with her in the most intimate way, Emma swallowed hard as emotion swelled through her chest. This was where she belonged. It didn’t matter that she’d only known them a short while. Right here, right now was the first time in her life that she truly felt like she belonged.
But then they started to move, and every thought was lost in the incredible sensation of being taken by them both at the same time. She whimpered her need, desperate to come, quivering all over as climax drew closer.
They started to move faster, giving her more, giving her everything. She groaned as Jace slammed harder into her ass at the same time Logan ground her down on his cock. Every nerve ending caught fire, the heat, the emotion, the incredible sensations combining to nearly tip her into orgasm. But it held out of reach, her body damn near imploding as she waited for something, waited for more, waited for them. She felt Jace’s cock throb in her ass, the action copied by Logan a moment later.
“Come for us, darlin’.”
Derek parked his car outside the front of Maya’s restaurant, relieved to see that all of the windows and doors seemed to be intact. Viper had told him that Logan’s buddy from the Navy was looking after her, and as welcome as the help was, Derek couldn’t quite tamp down his jealousy. He knew Maya was “vanilla.” He knew he didn’t want a permanent sub. But somehow he couldn’t quite convince himself to stay away. Of course her current situation gave him a good reason to be here. It didn’t matter in the end why he thought of Maya a million times a day. It only mattered that she be protected from those who would try to hurt her.
It was nearly eleven, and he could already see movement in the downstairs area—Maya most likely getting the restaurant set up for the lunchtime crowd. He considered going in to see for himself that the woman was okay, but squashed the idea. The last time he’d seen Maya had been only two days ago, but despite her polite demeanor, she’d managed to give him very subtle signs that she wouldn’t accept his way of life. Since he wasn’t actually offering, that was fine with him.
He was still pondering whether to go home and get some sleep or not, when Logan’s buddy came out the front door of Maya’s restaurant and headed straight for him. It was probably ridiculous for him to notice, but Derek felt jealousy tug at him again as Cam flashed perfect, straight, white teeth and offered his hand in greeting. Of course the guy also had the lean, muscular build and imposing height that made both Logan and Viper such intimidating physical examples of Navy SEALs.
Derek plastered on a smile and tried not to hate the guy.
“Maya told me to come drag your ass in so that she can make you breakfast.”
Great. Breakfast with Maya sounded exactly like something he wanted. Breakfast with Maya while the big guy sat beside her was not.
“Thanks, but I really should get going.”
Cam shrugged as if he didn’t care either way, but then flashed that cocky grin and added, “I don’t think it was a request.”
Derek tried not to grind his back teeth together too loudly. It was obvious that Cam knew Derek was a Dom and not used to taking orders from the women in his life, but to react to the man’s teasing by leaving him alone with Maya seemed self-defeating. He plastered a false grin onto his own face.
“Well, in that case,” Derek said as he pulled the keys from the ignition and opened the car door, “I better get my ass in there.”
Cam gave him an assessing look, stepped out of the way, and turned back to the restaurant. “Oh,” he said casually over his shoulder, “just so you know, we slept together last night.”
Jealousy flashed through every cell in Derek’s body, and he had Cam by the shirtfront and against the car before he could even think about his reaction. Surprised at himself, Derek dragged in a ragged breath. Hell, he was on the verge of assaulting the guy, and he’d technically done nothing wrong. It wasn’t as if Derek was anyone special in Maya’s life.
It took a moment to realize that Cam was letting himself be manhandled. Any SEAL, even injured like Cam was, would not only be able to break Derek’s hold but probably wipe the floor with him without raising a sweat. Cop training or not, Derek knew when he was at a disadvantage.
Cam grinned again. “I thought so,” he said with a soft chuckle. “So why aren’t you inside already?”
“Because she doesn’t want me.” He let go of Cam’s shirt, really annoyed at himself for his out-of-control reaction and uncensored words. Hell, lack of sleep was making him sloppy.
“Uh-huh,” Cam said in a noncommittal tone. “I’m going to hang around for a week or three. At least until we know she’s safe from the gang that tried to break in.”
Derek really wanted to tell the guy to fuck off, but he was sensible enough to realize he needed help to protect Maya. He’d applied for holiday leave, but with the precinct short staffed, it wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. Having Viper and some of the other Doms from the club checking in on her when they could wasn’t the same as having a full-time bodyguard beside her. Derek nodded his thanks to Cam and started walking toward the restaurant. The other man fell in beside him, the limp that he’d sported last night barely noticeable today.
“Oh, and just for the record, I slept above the covers.”
“Widen your stance, lean forward, and present your pussy to Master Cameron.” She hesitated just a moment—she didn’t really seem to be an exhibitionist, so he was probably pushing a few of her personal boundaries—but she leaned over and did as she was told.
He walked over to the dresser, tossed a condom to Cam, and smiled as the ex-SEAL sheathed his cock, and then held Maya’s hips as he pushed slowly into her pussy. Derek watched them together, smiling when Cam easily controlled the pace despite Maya’s bratty attempts to make him go faster. Cam leaned over her, pushing her further forward and threading his hand in her hair, just like the Dom they’d seen last night had done.
Derek moved to stand in front of Maya. Cam immediately pushed her head lower, his grip ensuring that Maya had no control. She was their sub, theirs to do with as they pleased, and it pleased them to take her this way. Judging by Maya’s moan, it pleased her, too.
“Don’t come until we give you permission, sub.” She sighed, and then opened her mouth to engulf his cock. Derek stifled the groan, trying to stay in control, trying not to let Maya realize how much power she had over him. He took a deep breath, fortifying his resolve before signaling for Cam to push her head lower.
* * * *
Maya concentrated on Derek’s cock, unable to acknowledge Cam’s cock slowly plowing her pussy or the fingers pressed against her clit or the jewels swinging from her aching breasts and conspiring to send her into a flat spin. She was already on the verge of orgasm, but she refused to disappoint her masters by coming before she had permission. So she concentrated on the cock in her mouth and tried to ignore the tingling heat threatening to overtake all reason.
She braced her hands against Derek’s hard thighs but didn’t even try to work against either of her men. In some ways she sensed that this was a test to make certain that she was willing to live this lifestyle. Considering how many mind-shattering orgasms they’d already given her, the answer to that unasked question was hell, yeah!
Swallowing around the thick length of Derek’s cock, Maya realized he hadn’t specifically told her not to touch him. Tentatively she moved a hand to his balls, gently rolling them inside the wrinkled sac before squeezing slightly. Derek groaned but didn’t stop her, seeming to enjoy her attentions.
And then as if by mutual agreement, both men started thrusting into her harder. Cam released her hair as Derek gripped the sides of her head and took over, holding her still as he pumped into her mouth. Her jaw ached, her lips felt swollen, and she was almost dribbling, but she couldn’t imagine being anywhere else right at that moment.
The jewels swung harder, bouncing against her breasts as they pulled at her nipples. Cam pushed his fingers more firmly against her, trapping her clit between two fingers, the unyielding grip making her tremble even more violently.
“Come for us, sub,” Derek ordered.
“Are you okay?” Brick asked as he took a seat beside her. She didn’t miss the casual way he moved his chair a little further away from her.
It was strange. She wanted to lie and say she was fine, but there was just something about this man that inspired confidence. He was obviously a very good police officer.
“Are you enjoying the party?” she asked quietly. His eyes narrowed slightly at her avoidance, but he nodded and looked around the gathered crowd.
“It’s different to what I expected.”
“What were you expecting?” she asked, trying to summon a smile to her lips.
“To be honest, I’m not really sure,” Brick said with a slightly embarrassed laugh. “I suppose I expected something involving whips and chains and leather-clad guys dressed like executioners.”
“That’s Fridays,” Bianca said, only half joking. They did have a couple of members who liked the whole theatrical display of appearing as masked and merciless punishers. They were both very good with the whip and the illusion of torture, and no one other than Viper and his head security officer had ever seen their faces. It made for an exciting and very satisfying scene and many of the experienced, uncollared subs fell over each other every week trying to be first in line.
“How does it work?” Brick asked suddenly. “Does a woman wake up one morning and think, ‘Yeah, I want to be spanked during sex?’”
“Sometimes,” Bianca said, not really wanting to explain how she ended up living as a full-time submissive. It hadn’t been an intentional choice, but at the time it truly had been something she needed. She would always owe Viper for saving her from her own self-destructive behavior. “But it’s not always about sex. It takes a lot of trust for a sub to let a Dom tie her down and do whatever he pleases. It’s that trust that many of the people who live this lifestyle crave.”
“I suppose that makes sense…in a way. I can understand wanting to feel close to someone.”
The words were said in such a sad tone that Bianca truly wanted to ask why, but it seemed wrong somehow to ask something so intimate. She sensed a great deal of hurt in his past, and if she knew one thing very clearly it was that not everyone wanted to talk about their past.
She struggled to find a change of topic.
“So, um, what happens while Derek is on leave? Will you work with a different partner?”
“Actually, I decided to take the same time off. It’s kind of like that trust you mentioned. Trying to get used to working with someone else isn’t really worth the effort for only a few weeks. Derek and I have been working together for a long time. It’s just easier to take the same vacation time.”
“Are you going away, too?”
He smiled. “No, a vacation for singles is not my idea of fun. I have plenty to do at home.” He laughed self-consciously and this time Bianca couldn’t really interpret why. She wanted to ask more, but again it seemed inappropriate to pry into the man’s life.
The worst part was that some of the awkwardness was from her own lack of recent contact with a person outside of the lifestyle. She suddenly felt naked in a way she never had before. Quite ridiculous really considering that her clothes hid quite a bit more than usual.
“I…um…should go…um…check on Maya.”
Brick frowned and for a moment she thought he might even reach out to stop her.
The quiet word stopped her as thoroughly as one of Viper’s orders usually did. She turned to look at Brick but couldn’t quite hide the tears blurring her vision.
“If you’re not happy living this lifestyle…” His words trailed away but his meaning was very clear. Unfortunately the last thing she needed was another man hell bent on rescuing her.
“No,” she said quickly. “No, I’m fine.” And then because it felt rude not to explain, Bianca added, “Viper is a good man. I’ve just grown”—she shrugged—“up a little I suppose. I don’t need him the way I once did.” She gasped, embarrassed to have admitted that to a man who was virtually a stranger. She also felt guilt—deep, dark, and heavy—wash through her. “I mean—”
“It’s okay,” Brick said quietly. “I know what you mean. In a relationship we change and grow and the marriage needs to change and grow with us. Have you spoken to Viper?”
“Not really,” she said, still embarrassed to be sharing this conversation with Brick but glad to finally be able to voice her fears out loud.
“Maybe you should,” he said with a kind smile. “Often when it comes to someone we love, men can be pretty clueless.”
Bianca didn’t quite agree with Brick’s assessment. Viper had proven over and over that he was very aware of her needs, but she hadn’t really tried to get her point across. She didn’t want to hurt him, yet by not speaking up she was essentially lying to him.
“I’ll talk to him tomorrow,” she said with a nod and a smile.
Brave words, but was she ready to risk the only stable life she’d known?
Viper held his little sub close, his arms possessively wrapped around her shoulders, his forearms resting against her collarbone, as they watched their friend Maya writhe in both fear and arousal. She was secured to a St. Andrew’s cross wearing a skin-tight, flesh-colored bodysuit, and it was clear that she was worried that she wouldn’t be able to orgasm in front of a crowd. Viper knew his friend Derek well enough to know he would make certain she did. He grinned when he saw the vibrator in Cam’s hand. It was clear that Maya had been expecting Derek to try and bring her to orgasm with the flogger, so Cam’s tactics took her completely by surprise.
She let out a very satisfying wail as climax shook her violently. Both Cam and Derek looked quite pleased with their sub’s response.
As Cam released Maya from her bonds and carried her into a private room, Bianca stood quietly in Viper’s embrace and waited for his instructions. The calm and quiet woman that he held seemed nothing like the fearful, guilt-riddled survivor she’d been when they’d met eleven years ago. To an outsider it may have seemed like a strange relationship, but Bianca found peace in serving as his full-time submissive, and she filled the need in him to protect and take care of her.
He dropped his hands lower, his palms skimming over her breasts, the nipples peaking, begging for his attention.
“Time to play, little sub.”
He didn’t wait for her response. In their relationship dynamic it wasn’t required. He was the Dom. She was the sub. She did as he told her. Fortunately it fit both their personalities perfectly.
Viper stripped away the lacy, mostly see-through dress he’d chosen for her to wear tonight and then ran his hands all over her soft flesh. She moaned, clinging to him as he pushed two fingers straight into her pussy. She was always wet for him, always ready, and it made him want her even more.
He’d planned a far more intricate scene for them tonight, but a strange urgency was streaking through his veins. He forced himself to slow down, to savor the gift of his sub’s total trust, but even as he secured her facedown over the spanking bench, the urge to slam his cock into her was nearly overwhelming.
Too impatient to reach for his “toy” bag, Viper chose a simple spanking as the best way to get his sub in the right frame of mind. He started with a few hard slaps, Bianca’s reactions to the pain very satisfying. He varied the hits, watching her closely as she relaxed into the blows and embraced the sensations.
Her pussy was dripping wet, her breathing ragged, her orgasm winding closer and closer just from the pain alone. He pushed his fingers back into her pussy, rubbing mercilessly over the slightly rougher skin of her G-spot. He smiled as she moaned, writhing against her bonds as orgasm inched closer.
As tempted as he was to let her orgasm right now, he knew it would be far more satisfying for both of them if he withheld permission. She would do everything she could to hold off her orgasm—they’d had plenty of practice after all—but he couldn’t deny the satisfaction of forcing her beyond it. Coming without his permission always led to the most delicious punishments.
But tonight she held off, managing to keep her need banked as he tormented her with endless sensations—both pain and pleasure.
Finally, unable to hold back his own need, Viper slammed into her from behind, taking her violently, using his sub exactly as she expected. He gave her permission then, wrapping his hand underneath her so that he could rub her clit. She climaxed beautifully, almost taking her with him, her body caressing him so tightly that it challenged his own control.
A little shocked by his own reaction, he pulled out, smacking her ass hard as she whimpered her disapproval. She settled quickly, her instinct to please him overriding all others.
This time he did reach for his toy bag. He grabbed a vibrator, turned it to the highest setting, growled at her not to come, and then shoved it deep into her pussy. She groaned as she shook in reaction, but she managed to hold off her orgasm once more.
He quickly grabbed the lube, covered his cock, and then pressed it against her anus. The muscles gave easily, her body recognizing its master as thoroughly as his sub knew her Dom. He plowed into her ass over and over, fucking her violently as the vibrations from the toy reverberated through them both.
Alex was suddenly really glad for his martial arts training and quick reflexes.
Malcolm Richards—employee, very large, highly trained Dom, and a man he thought of as a friend—looked ready to kill him. Alex held up his hands in supplication. Whatever the problem was they were both old enough to settle it without throwing punches…he hoped.
“What did you do to her?”
“Her?” Alex asked, his thoughts immediately turning back to Sophie and her fearful response when she’d learned he and Adrian owned Viper’s Dungeon.
“Sophie,” Malcolm practically growled. His tone of voice was a damn good reminder why he was the head of security here. “Sophie Richards.”
Oh shit! Richards? Malcolm’s sister? Cousin? Some kind of female relation? It was a fairly common family name and until this very moment Alex hadn’t put two and two together.
“Adrian and I spent the night with her,” he said, figuring that it was best to get the whole story out there as quickly as possible. “She’s very special to both of us. We have no intention of hurting her.”
“Too fucking late,” Malcolm said, his fists clenching and unclenching as he tried to control his temper. For a man who was usually tightly controlled and very much in charge, it was an interesting thing to see him struggle with his rage like this. It was also a little unnerving to be the target of the man’s wrath.
Alex wouldn’t go down without a fight, but they could do each other a lot of physical damage if this conversation spiraled out of control.
“What happened?” Alex asked, trying to keep his voice calm. Considering that every muscle in his body was tensed for a fight, it took way more effort than usual. “Did Sophie call you?”
Malcolm closed his eyes and took a couple of deep breaths.
“No,” he said, his fists still clenching and unclenching. “I called her and she accused me of setting her up.”
“Why would she think that?” Alex asked, trying to relax his muscles as Malcolm’s obvious attempt to calm down seemed to lessen the chances of a physical altercation.
“Because Viper’s Dungeon is why she divorced me.”
“She’s your ex-wife?” This was bad, really, really bad. Every member of the club knew Malcolm was still in love with his ex-wife. The fact that it was Sophie somehow didn’t surprise Alex. After only one night he wasn’t willing to let her go either.
Malcolm took a step back and leaned against the wall. He folded his arms and shook his head, staring at the ground as he finally began to explain. “She hates the idea of being a submissive. She never even let me explain the lifestyle I wanted for us both. She just walked away.”
“I’m sorry,” Alex said. He wasn’t apologizing for wanting Sophie. He was only sorry that Malcolm knew what it was like to love the woman and not have that feeling returned. “I doubt it helps, but she pretty much did the same when she learned about me and Adrian. The three of us had an amazing night together, the type of night we hoped might lead to something more permanent, and with a few words it was over.”
“So you’re walking away from her? You’ve had your fun?” Malcolm’s anger was back full force and this time Alex didn’t need an explanation why.
“No, we’re not walking away. We’re giving her space.”
Malcolm shook his head, calming down a little. “It doesn’t work. I’ve given her five years of ‘space.’” He practically spat the word. “She thinks being submissive will make her a sex slave.”
“She’s too independent to be a slave,” Alex said as confusion swirled through him. It had seemed obvious to both him and Adrian that Sophie would only ever submit in the bedroom. She was a strong-willed woman and she would never be happy being told what to do in her day-to-day life.
“I know,” Malcolm said quietly. “But she’s also stubborn enough to not listen.”
“So where do we go from here?” Alex asked.
Malcolm shook his head. “I don’t know.”
“She’s naturally submissive in the bedroom.”
Malcolm glared at him angrily but nodded in agreement.
“If she’s not going to listen, maybe it’s time to show her what our lifestyle is about.”
“Good luck with that,” Malcolm said sarcastically. “You’ll never get her to step foot in this place voluntarily and if you even think about forcing her, I won’t even bother to try and stop myself from ripping you in half.”
Alex smiled. He had no doubt that Malcolm meant every word, but it also proved that he was as protective of Sophie as he and Adrian felt. This wasn’t a territorial “she was mine first” reaction. They were the words of a man who truly cared for his ex-wife.
“I was thinking more along the lines of introducing her to Emma and Maya, perhaps even Bianca if it’s not too soon since the baby’s birth. I think they’d be willing to help us all find the path to true love.”
Malcolm grunted, but didn’t say anything. It wasn’t until that moment that Alex realized he was already thinking of Malcolm as part of the relationship with a woman he and Adrian both adored. Sophie had already accepted two men in her bed at one time.
Perhaps she would consider three.
“I need to make a few phone calls.”
A trickle of cool water over her mound took her by surprise, her natural instinct to flinch away easily thwarted by her bonds. What she assumed was shaving gel felt a little warmer as Malcolm caressed it over her outer pussy lips.
Adrian and Alex took turns distracting her, alternating between kissing her breathless and licking her nipples. By the time Malcolm had scraped the razor over every quivering inch of her pussy, she was damn near ready to come.
But he wasn’t finished. A quick adjustment of the table pulled her ass lower, her anus most likely exposed to his attentions. She could feel a blush steal over her entire body as he caressed shaving gel over and around her tiny bud. The gentle touch of the razor that close to so many nerve endings felt naughty and forbidden but somehow amazingly erotic at the same time.
“Well look at that,” Malcolm said to the other two men in the room as he rinsed cool water over her pussy and ass. “She also has a very pretty virgin asshole.”
If she hadn’t been breathless with excitement she might have blurted the question, but her thoughts scattered once more as he rinsed her thoroughly, patted her skin dry, and then reached for something on the medical tray. The cold touch of gel made her wonder if he’d missed a few hairs, but when his finger pushed into her ass, his meaning finally dawned on her.
Her virgin asshole wasn’t likely to be virgin much longer.
Adrian and Alex continued to distract her, their hands, lips, and tongues touching every inch of her upper body as Malcolm slid his finger gently into and out of her ass. She nearly screamed when his warm tongue traveled over her newly denuded mound, licking and laving the incredibly sensitive skin.
She shook on the verge of orgasm, her body a riot of sensations she had no hope to control.
Adrian moved to lean over her, his face filling her field of vision as Malcolm shoved a second finger deep into her ass and sucked so hard on her clit her eyes couldn’t focus.
“Come for us, little sub,” Adrian ordered in a kind but bossy tone.
She could do nothing but comply, screaming as climax shook her immobilized body, the sensations somehow more intense when she realized she truly couldn’t move. All three men continued to torment her, their intimate touches prolonging the feeling, her climax going on and on and on.
Finally she closed her eyes, sagging against the table as if she’d run a marathon at top speed. It took a few moments of semiconsciousness to finally realize that Malcolm still had two fingers buried deep in her ass.
He started to move then, his fingers sliding into her ass over and over, the nerve endings flaring to life again and again until she thought she’d go insane. When he pushed in a third finger, she gasped from the heated sting, her anal muscles pulsing rhythmically as her breathing faltered.
“It’s okay, little sub,” Alex said as he brushed a loose curl out of her eyes. “It’s about to feel a whole lot better.”
She whimpered at the loss as Malcolm pulled his fingers from her back passage and then watched nervously as he removed the gloves, reached for a condom, and then sheathed his hard cock. Holy fuck, she’d been so involved in her own pleasure she hadn’t even noticed him take off the doctor’s face mask or drop his trousers.
He held her gaze as he squeezed lubrication from a tube and then thoroughly coated his condom-clad erection. She held her breath at the first slippery touch of his cock against her throbbing asshole, but another hard pinch on her nipple had her gasping for air.
“Relax,” Adrian ordered in a tone that was no longer indulgent. He was suddenly as dominating as Alex and Malcolm, his demeanor very serious as Malcolm slowly pushed the head of his cock into her anus. She gasped, trying to pull away from the horrible sting, her confinement a little bit frightening.
“It hurts,” she whispered, blinking rapidly as tears threatened to fill her eyes.
“Are you using your safe word, little sub?” Adrian asked, once again blocking her field of vision as he leaned over her.
She shook her head, the awful pain stealing her voice.
“Give us a color, little sub. Red or yellow?”
She was about to scream the word “red” when something changed, the heated sting in her ass morphing into something far more appealing. She hesitated, staring into Adrian’s eyes as pleasure began to take over. She moaned, wanting now to move closer, to demand Malcolm thrust deeper.
“Red or yellow, Sophie?” Adrian practically growled.
“Green?” she offered on yet another soft moan.
Adrian closed his eyes, his relief seeming to flow through her as well. “Does that mean you don’t want to stop, little brat?”
“Sorry,” she offered as Malcolm slid a little further into her ass. “I just…um…panicked for a moment.”
“No, little sub,” Adrian said with a slightly feral grin, “you forgot to trust your Doms. When Malcolm is finished fucking that beautiful ass, I’m going to smack it until it glows in the dark.”
Malcolm groaned as her ass squeezed around him, her reaction to the thought of another spanking not at all what she’d been expecting.
Adrian shook his head and whispered one word.