Aiden unlocked the door to Madeline’s cottage as silently as he could. The lock was well oiled and he made sure not to jingle the key at all. He handed the key to Carter, who was standing behind him, and took the Polystyrene cup of coffee from Logan, slipping inside. In the big bed, Madeline didn’t stir. Maddy. She wrote on her contract that her friends called her Maddy. That’s the name he should use for her as well because he intended to become her very close friend. His cock deep inside her close.
Logan and Carter silently headed down the stairs to the cave, while he walked across the room to the bed and placed the coffee on the nightstand. He couldn’t touch her until Logan got back with the signed contract. Oh fuck. If she hadn’t signed it, he’d die. One look at the thick red hair tangled on her pillowcase made him desperate to touch her. She had to have signed it. She couldn’t possibly have changed her mind. He kept his gaze fixed on the doorway down to the dungeon, swallowing hard and willing Logan to give him the signal to go-ahead.
When Logan appeared with a smile and a thumbs-up, Aiden nearly screamed in relief. He couldn’t prevent his smile and nod, but he managed not to pump his fist in the air, or yell “Yee haw!” to the world and wake their woman. Their mate. He was willing to do whatever it took, to be to her whatever she needed, to convince her to be theirs.
As soon as Logan had disappeared down the stairs again, Aiden rubbed his hand over the body-shaped bump tucked under the navy-blue blanket, and said softly, “Time to wake up, Maddy. Drink your coffee.”
She made some mumbled noise but didn’t move. He grinned. He wasn’t usually a morning person either, but for today, he had to be, so he was here. He gripped her shoulder and shook it lightly. “Wake up, Maddy. Time to drink your coffee.”
This time she lifted her head and stared at him. He held the coffee out to her and she sat up, taking it and muttering, “Thank you.”After one sip she asked, “Who are you?”
“I’m Aiden. When we get into the cave you can only call me, Master, though.”
She drank another mouthful of coffee and nodded. “I know. And not ask questions or initiate conversation. I’ve never been a sub but I’ve visited a BDSM club and read um…books.”
“Kinky books? Erotic romances where a Dom flogs your ass and then fucks you with the handle of his flogger?”
Maddy’s face turned the color of her hair but she straightened her shoulders and said firmly, “Yes.”
“Do you want that?”
“Hell yes. That’s why I’m here.”
“What about being fucked with a cock instead of a dildo?” He knew what she’d written in her contract, but it was much better for him to check her needs now, than halfway through a scene downstairs.
If anything, her face got redder, but once again she replied, “Yes, but only if the man is using a condom.”
“What about two men?”
“Three men?” This time he held his breath while he waited for her answer. If she was to be their mate she had to be willing to accept all of them inside her body at once or they would never be truly united.
She swallowed her coffee too fast and coughed, but gasped, “Yes.”
He tugged her out of her bed and said, “Let’s get started then.”
“Now? I haven’t brushed my teeth or—”
“I am your Master and I order you to go down into the Cave of Correction now.”
Blushing furiously once again, Maddy slid to her feet, put the half-drunk coffee on her nightstand and almost ran to the stairs.
Aiden watched her neat little ass, in short, lacy white pajamas, as she headed down the stairs and finally punched the air, a huge grin cracking his face, before he followed her, letting his boots stomp on the staircase on his way down.
Damn, she was lovely. Now they had to convince her she was theirs.
Aiden and Carter led her over to the chains and handcuffed her to them, making her stretch up straight and tall as they did. Then Logan locked her ankles into a spreader bar. Maddy was surprised how hard it was to stand still. Her arms were stretched high above her head and with her legs wide apart, she was balanced mostly on the balls of her feet. When she dropped flat on her soles, it put an uncomfortable tension on her shoulders.
Damn. They did that on purpose. I’m meant to be uncomfortable and I expect I’m meant to have to make the decision whether to stand properly or to stretch harder. Well fuck! That’s tricky.
“Are you ready slave?” asked Logan.
There was a loud whoosh of sound, and a flogger landed on her ass. The shock of it made her stumble. Between being stretched up high on the balls of her feet, and having her ankles manacled, Maddy almost lost her balance, and staggered one step forward. Except she couldn’t really step with her feet in the spreader bar, and the chains on her wrists pulled her up short, jerking on her shoulders. She gasped and coughed, struggling to stay upright, and then shuffling backward into place so her shoulders didn’t hurt so much. Between almost falling, and the pain in her shoulders, she hadn’t even noticed the heat in her ass until she stood still again.
Fucking hell. I never thought about this aspect of being flogged at all.
She braced herself better, ready for the next stroke, and seemed to wait a long time until it came. That would be their technique of course. To surprise her, to catch her off guard. Well they wouldn’t surprise her again. She’d be ready no matter how long it took. Patiently Maddy waited, and waited, and waited, until she wondered if they were actually waiting for her to shuffle or move before they flogged her.
She remained still and eventually Logan began flogging her. The first few strokes weren’t too hard but the more he flogged her the more her ass heated and the sorer it became. Once again she was forced to admire this technique. One stroke hurt, but not a lot. But after a while the various strands of the flogger were landing on parts of her ass that had already been hit many times and her skin became hot and tender.
After several more strokes, tears were gathering in her eyes. It was really hurting now, and her shoulders were aching as well. But the strange thing was that inside her cunt was full of her honey and her belly was starting to clench with the need to be filled. Flogging really did make her want sex, need sex, and need it a lot. The heat on the outside of her ass was warming her inside as well, and making her yearn for more than just punishment. She longed to be fucked and any one of these big, handsome, blond men would suit her just fine.
By the time Logan stopped flogging her Maddy’s ass was on fire with need and her shoulders were on fire as well. But her empty, aching cunt was almost as painful as her shoulders. Her nipples were tight little points and she was sure the men would be able to smell her arousal.
Then they were bustling around her unmanacling her feet, unlocking the handcuffs, and freeing her from the chains.
“Pick up your clothing and wait for us in the bathroom,” said Carter.
She was surprised that the scene wasn’t over yet but obeyed them, climbing the stairs carefully, feeling a little unsteady on her feet. She wondered if she should put her pajamas on the bed, or take them into the bathroom. Dammit, how I am supposed to know what they want?
Finally she took them with her, deciding that they didn’t order her to put them away, so it was better not to. Her ass was sore enough for now, even though it was sexy, and she’d had no intention of stopping the flogging, but she wasn’t actually looking to be punished anymore just yet.
Just yet? Yes. In a day or two she’d be more than willing to try out a cane or a paddle. The afterglow was mighty fine. Although sex would have been nice as well.
Inside the bathroom she went to sit on the side of the tub, and decided she’d better not. How had they said to wait for them? In the middle of the room, feet shoulder width apart, hands behind her back, head bowed. Maddy took up the position they’d taught her and waited. This time it wasn’t very long at all and she could hear the drawers under the sink opening and closing, and water running into the tub. She could even recognize the men by their footwear. Aiden was wearing shiny black boots, Logan had sturdy shit-kickers on, and Carter was in silent gym shoes.
She heard water running, but didn’t dare look up or move.
“Get in the tub now, slave. Lie down flat so your shoulders are completely under the water. It’s hot, but the heat will ease the ache in them,” said Aiden.