Phoenix Moore looked up at the delicious-looking security guard accompanying her, and asked, “Can I touch the floggers and whips, please?”
“Would you like one of our Doms to punish you with them so you could really understand how they feel on your skin?” he asked in reply.
Phoenix’s knees wobbled with lust at the thought. “I wouldn’t mind you spanking me.”
“Unfortunately, ma’am, I’m the security guard here to protect you.”
She was absolutely certain that gleam of light in his black eyes was a lust as strong as her own. “You’re on duty as a security guard now. What about when you’re off duty? Are you a Dom then? You look kind of Domish to me.”
“The Dom’s Dungeon BDSM Club adheres strictly to the safe, sane, and consensual rule. If you wish to make an appointment with a Dom, I can take you back to reception.”
“Let’s finish the guided tour first. Is this the only dungeon I’m allowed to visit? Is each dungeon set up the same?”
“Every dungeon is furnished slightly differently to allow for the different requirements of the Doms, but this one should give you the basic idea of how they operate.”
He kept talking but Phoenix wasn’t listening to his words anymore. She was certain that this guard was a Dom and equally certain that he didn’t dislike her. All she needed to know was what name he worked under as a Dom so she could book an hour or two with him. Of course, the damn strict rules here likely meant no fucking, but at least she’d learn about whips and paddles and floggers and all these other things that aroused her so badly she urgently needed a date with her cotton-candy-pink vibrator right now.
Phoenix had met some men from this club at a recent convention she’d attended for her job. The convention had been called “New Directions in the Adult Industry” and the two men, both Doms, had fallen in love with a really sweet woman she’d also met at the convention, Ryia. Phoenix worked for an erotic romance publisher and had been there looking to gather ideas for the publishing company’s future conventions. The company held a convention every second year and was always interested in finding something new to excite authors, readers, booksellers, and librarians. A visit to a BDSM club would be ideal, especially if they could know in advance what kind of stage shows would be held on the various nights so they could advertise them.
Phoenix liked her sex kinky. Not that she knew much from experience but holy hell, the books she’d read that sent her pulses pounding were the ones with kink, BDSM, and ménages. A Dom to punish her to orgasm and then fuck her to a second orgasm sounded like a free pass to paradise to her right now. And yummy Mr. Security Guard was going to be Number One in her bedtime games tonight for sure. It was a damn shame she’d only have him in her mind, not in her bed for real.
“Are there security cameras in here?” she asked, cutting across his explanation about the St. Andrew’s Cross.
“No, ma’am. The privacy of our guests is important to us.”
“Excellent.” Phoenix stepped right up into his personal space, wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his head down to hers, and then kissed him with all the passion that her pent-up hormones demanded. His lips were soft, and he tasted faintly of coffee and more strongly of man. Absolutely as delicious as he looked.
“Now you can take me back to the registration desk, thank you.”
His voice was hoarse, and even though he turned his back on her quickly she was sure the front of his uniform was tented by an erection.
Dammit, I knew it. He does like me at least a bit.
Phoenix wiggled her ass against Lachlan, who was pressed tightly to her back, and was about to demand they start moving when she realized that if she said anything, likely Dom Lachlan would make her wait even longer. This was a mind game and she was determined to win it. So she leaned forward and sucked a mouthful of Callum’s skin. He was slightly salty, and she realized he was just as eager to come as she was. Even though Callum was teasing her just as much as Dom Lachlan was, Phoenix knew it was Dom Lachlan who was in charge of this scene, and Dom Lachlan who was making the decisions. She wondered what the relationship was between the two men. Did they just work together here at The Dom’s Dungeon or were they friends? Maybe even fuckbuddies?
No, she didn’t think they were bedroom partners. Although they worked together seamlessly there was no sexual chemistry between them that she could sense, and she was quite good and picking up on the chemistry between people. What she’d really like right now was chemistry between her and the two men. She sure as hell liked their bodies and their games. Maybe as well as booking a second session with them she’d invite them out for a meal. Not here, though. Likely that’d be too much like work for them. Somewhere else. A nice candlelit restaurant somewhere. One with booths so she could touch them and tease them like they were doing to her. Hell yes!
Finally they started to move, withdrawing their cocks from her. Phoenix was shocked at how much she didn’t want them to pull out of her body. After waiting for what seemed like a thousand years for them to begin moving, now she wanted their damn cocks back inside her right away. She felt so empty, so alone.
Yes, it was stupid. She was completely covered with two hard male bodies, but with their cocks almost out of her cunt and her ass, it was as if they’d walked away and left her. Fortunately, before she could be overwhelmed by her sense of loss, they began pushing back inside her again.Ah, that’s better. That’s what I want. And need.
Phoenix rubbed her tortured nipples over Callum’s chest. He wasn’t the least bit soft. His body was a hard wall she could lean against. The thought of resting all her concerns on someone else was strange. She’d been making her own decisions for so long that the idea of having someone help her was practically unreal. But instinct told her these two men were trustworthy even if Lachlan was a Dom and Callum was—what? His assistant? Another Dom? Mentally she shrugged. That was a conversation they could have when she invited them out for dinner one night. Make that, one night soon.
Phoenix wiggled and pushed backward and forward, but the men didn’t speed up their thrusting into her and withdrawing from her at all. Obviously, I need to try harder. “I’ve heard of race horses that only have one speed. They can’t accelerate when it’s needed. I’ve heard they aren’t as well appreciated as the ones that know how to move faster.”
Callum snorted then possessed her lips with his and kissed her so passionately she couldn’t think. Until he pulled away from her and she drew breath. Only to realize that they hadn’t sped up at all. “That was excellent. You certainly know how to kiss, but—”
“Phoenix, shut up. I know now why ball gags were invented. For subs who talk too much during sex,” said Lachlan.
“Huh!” Well, she was multitalented. She’d think of another way to force them to fuck her harder, faster. Phoenix waited until both men’s cocks were deep inside her and gripped them with all the strength of her internal muscles. Callum’s eyes snapped shut and she giggled. Unfortunately that was her undoing. Dom Lachlan spanked her outer thigh with a large hard hand and she was so surprised that she let go of their cocks.
However, they did move faster after that and she thought it was possibly because of her actions as well as their own devious plans.
Soon she couldn’t think or do anything at all. The men jackhammered into her hard and fast, their hands holding her immovable between them. But she didn’t mind now. They filled and emptied in an erotic, completely carnal rhythm that had her mind blank with pleasure and all her focus on the orgasm that was coiled inside her writhing and growing bigger with every stroke they made.
Two men were twice as erotic as one.