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Anarchy blinked up at him, dumbfounded, as Mistress Connie choked on her drink rather violently. Her thoughts veered back to the conversation she'd had with Atticus about threesomes, specifically his dire warning that he always claimed the ass. "I, ah..."
Her body perked up in interest, her sore pussy growing wet as she studied the pale blue eyes studying her intently. Was this another test? Because she thought she'd passed the first one with flying colors. This, if it was a test, she might not fare so well with. Her tongue and lips felt numb, unable to formulate a response—not that her stunned brain had one ready.
"Don't scare the poor sub, Jasper. When we discussed ménagesa few days ago, I may have indicated that I have a fondness for fucking tight little assholes." Atticus's tone was completely unapologetic. "Now she knows what you're packing, the possibility of taking us both is no doubt pushing her limits."
"Men." Connie sighed and shook her head. "Perhaps you should build a stronger bridge of trust between the two of you, Jasper, before adding a third to the mix. Anarchy's time in the club hasn't exactly been the ideal introduction to the lifestyle, has it?" The Mistress seared him with a look, then shifted her glare to Atticus. "And you should know better than to encourage him. If a threesome is something Anarchy wants, she is more than capable enough of raising the subject with her Dominant."
"Hey, don't look at me like that! Little bit was the one who broached the subject with me."
Oh, shit. Anarchy felt her face flare with heat as all eyes turned to her with varying degrees of curiosity. She couldn't deny it because she had indeed thrown the possibility at Atticus. She just hadn't known at the time that she might be taken seriously. Dropping her eyes to the floor, she fidgeted, wincing as her tender thighs pressed together to quell the rising ache in her pussy.
"I see. Well, I believe Anarchy and I need to have a discussion of our own then." He lifted his hand to cup her cheek, and those ice-blue eyes glinted with humor. Thank God, he wasn't angry. He lowered his mouth to her ear. "Stop wriggling, kitten. I can quite easily fuck you right here if you need me to."
While the prospect of feeling him slide inside her again was arousing, Anarchy decided to vote on the side of practicality. She might not survive a second pounding like the first, even though her pussy was adamant they were woman enough to take every inch of him and orgasm like a queen. "I don't think Master Braun would approve of us doing that, Sir."
It was a bullshit excuse—the social area was as much a part of the rest of Avalon aside from the lack of equipment. The focal points in here were the bar and the stage; it didn't mean sex was banned within these four walls.
Jasper laughed and nudged her chin up with one knuckle. "Kitten, kitten, kitten. If I want you on your knees, gagging on my cock in your throat until I come, you will be on your knees. Just like if I choose to fuck this sweet pussy again or decide I want to pry that pretty asshole open in front of everyone here. Braun doesn't have a say so long as the rules of Avalon are observed."
God, why did he have to have such a way with words. She bit her lip as moisture trickled down her thigh. Her clit felt raw and swollen, her pussy in the same condition, yet her body was purring, ready to accelerate the moment his boot touched the gas pedal.
Anarchy looked yearningly over toward the mostly untouched drink in Atticus's big hand. The damn glass looked like a thimble in his hold. She could really use a shot of whatever amber liquid he had right now. She made a decision to gloss over what Jasper had just said and ignore the kernel of arousal taking root inside her. "So, ah, what is everyone doing for the rest of the night?"
It was lame. She knew it was the worst diversionary tactic on record the instant it limped out of her mouth; the three Dominants around her confirmed it by breaking into laughter. With a little huff of exasperation, she snuggled down in her blanket and shut her eyes. If they wanted to laugh at her, at least Jasper's smart mind wasn't conjuring up ways to torture her here, in front of everyone.
"You delight me, Anarchy. You've taken a lot of shit from me, haven't you? Not just tonight, but the past few weeks." Jasper pulled her close, turning her slightly so his chin could rest on her shoulder and his mouth was near her ear. She loved the warm waft of his breath caressing her skin as he spoke. "I'm humbled you've given me the gift of your submission despite everything, and while we may laugh, it will never be atyou. Strength is never mocked, it is revered. Especially when it's in the body of a submissive capitulating to a sadist."
She turned her head slightly, caught the glint of his stud in his ear. Closing her lips around it, she sucked lightly. His groan liquified her along with the start of his erection beneath her. Testing a theory, she made a sound low in her throat as though she was in pain and felt that erection grow significantly bigger. It was unfair to tease him; she knew what it was like to suffer with sexual frustration and have no means of release.
"If you're feeling more like yourself, will you let me take you home, Anarchy? Braun told me you're staying in the house with him and Boadicea for the time being." His ear popped from her lips as he shifted her on his lap. Desire raged in the blue of his eyes. "I gather there was an incident. Did I hurt you so badly?"
Should she tell him? The tenets of BDSM required honesty and communication between the tops and bottoms because they formed a huge part of the trust needed in a dynamic. Not just for the submissives, but for the Dominants too. If she lied now, even to spare his feelings, their relationship would rest on rocky foundations.
As she deliberated over her answer, Jasper growled low in his throat and picked her up, setting her on her feet in front of him, then maneuveringher so she straddled his thighs and sat on his knees. She was grateful he let her keep the blanket around her back. His hands reached up and behind her head, his fingers blindly removing the braid from her hair.
"If I ask a question, I expect an answer, kitten. Whether it hurts me or not," he said pointedly, which made her think he might actually be able to read her mind. "Being a Dominant does not make me exempt from making mistakes. If I'm to take responsibility for my actions and make amends, I need to know where to start. So, tell me."
Perched on his thighs, she felt a little insecure. It wasn't in her nature to hurt people, through words or actions, and she didn't really want to start now. It might be avoidance, it might cost her in the long run, but Anarchy did the only thing she could in that moment. She threw herself forward, letting her breasts press against his bare chest and her arms curl around his neck.
Jasper muttered something and sighed, then curled his tattooed arms around her and simply held her.
It was the best moment of her life.
Time ticked away, beat by beat. She was warm and content in the arms of the man she loved. She could hear Connie and Atticus holding court, debating the effects of clamps versus piercings. Further afield, members were laughing and calling out goodnight to others. The hum of the dishwasher behind the bar seemed to grow louder as more people left and she heard Liam's voice as he talked to someone keeping him company as he worked.
Her head rested on his shoulder, her hair tumbling around hers. It had been in the braid for so long, it remained kinked in tight waves. Archie closed her eyes, shuffling further down his thighs until her bare pussy rubbed against the crotch of her lover's jeans. A soft moan caught in her throat, and Jasper said something to her in that edgy tone she loved, but she couldn't open her eyes to look at him.
Sleep dragged her under.
*
Well, fuck.
Jasper frowned and ran his hand down Anarchy's spine as she went limp. He should have known her first scene with him would leave her exhausted. His reputation wasn't one of going easy on subs, and while he hadn't pulled any punches with her, he certainly hadn't held himself so far back he wasn't sated.
The question was, now what to do with her?
Glancing over at Connie, he lifted an eyebrow. "How do they work the house situation at Braun's? Do they leave the door open for her if she goes home after they do, or does she need to knock on the door? Or have they given her a key?"
