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“Yes, Sir.”
“And if your little mouth is too full to say red, you just snap your fingers one time and that will have the same effect. Can you follow that rule, little sub? Let me see you do it. Snap for me.” Garen’s smooth instructions, with their implication she’ll be gagging on cock tonight, have a flare of need dancing in her eyes that I can’t wait to explore.
“Now, while I’m happy to call you pet names all night, I think my friends here would prefer to know your name. Will you tell us what to call you, pet?” Yeah, I got puns. Her giggle makes Archer and Garen’s eye rolls worth it.
“It’s Poe, Sir. But I like it when you call me the things you’ve all been calling me, too.”
Her automatic responsiveness to our questions has me starting to think the club actually knew what they’re doing when they selected her as the woman who could meet our needs. Now, we just have to prove to the little sub that we can meet hers.
CHAPTER7
POE
The scary one has taken control of my vagina. Oh sure, the tall one with the mean face made me jump a little bit when he barked at me, but he’s not the scary one. His eyes give him away. He’s kind. Gentle.
It’s the pretty one who scares me. His voice is smooth and soothing, his words weighty with the promise of good girl rewards. His eyes have a glint in them that foreshadows the kind of pleasure-pain I thrive on, the scary, don’t-know-what’s-coming type, but it’ll be intense. That fear-adrenaline surge beelines to my vagina, every single time. As if I’m hardwired to go from fight or flight to freaky fucking in an instant.
“Are you feeling like your fox wants to come out and play right now, Poe, or like a sweet little sub who’s ready to see what three Doms can dish out?” Felix is the one who likes pet play, I remember that from the quick run down about the trio Master Shane gave me earlier. I don’t want to disappoint him if he wants to play, but I’m not sure I’m comfortable enough yet to let myself relax into the persona of my foxy self.
“Whichever you prefer, Sir.” I can tell I’ve given the wrong answer the moment the words leave my mouth. The scary one, Garen must be his name because Felix called the other one Archer, chuckles darkly.
“Ah, little subbie, that wasn’t the question. Five for failing to answer Felix, and five for not being honest with us. Above all things, I expect your honesty. Understood?”
I nod, not trusting my voice. I know if I speak he’ll hear my nerves, and I don’t want him to assume I’m not ready to play.
“Let’s try this again. Do you want to play for a while, or would you like us to put you through your paces on the bench over there? Tonight, you get options. In the future, you may not.” The bench he’s talking about is waist high and cushioned to protect my hipbones while I’m draped over it.
True to his word, Master Shane made sure to have all the equipment with built in restraints removed from the room. My brain snags on Garen’s comment about the future, but I refuse to allow myself to dwell on it. Tonight is for them to test their desire to share a sub, not to choose one for collaring.
Besides, even if they were looking for a permanent sub, no one collars a broken girl like me. Especially, when her damage has nothing to do with them. It wouldn’t be fair for them to pay the price for trauma they had no part in. I have to remember tonight is about showing them what’s possible. Not falling for the three of them. They sure are beautiful to look at, though.
“The second option, Sir. I choose that one, please.”
“Alright, Poe. In a moment, I’m going to send you to the spanking bench, and we’re going to have some fun. Before we begin, are there any changes or alterations you want to make to your list of limits?”
For the first time since the accident that stole my kinky confidence, having a conversation about limits doesn’t send my anxiety skyrocketing. I’ve tried to partner up a few times, outside the club, and not even scening with someone I’ve played with before has helped me stay calm. Master Shane suggested I might feel comfortable with a Domme, a woman dominant, but that wasn’t enough to settle the nerves any more than submitting to male dominants had been.
I meet Garen’s gaze. Beneath the roguish glint in his eyes, I see compassion. The trill of fear racing over my skin is still there, but it’s tempered with a confidence he won’t take it too far. His drive to hurt me isn’t about putting me at risk or harming me. Just giving me the erotic pain necessary to throw me into subspace. Fuck, I miss subspace. My longing to regain what’s been lost pushes me to answer him honestly.
“No additions, Sir. But I haven’t been able to fully submit since the accident. I apologize in advance if I fail.” That’s what it all comes down to, really. My brain gets ahead of my instincts. The worry I can’t do this takes over and sends me into a panic attack before my body has the chance to accept the physical sensations I crave.
“Your job isn’t to worry about what could happen, Princess.” Archer’s firm command is like a blanket thrown over the fire of my nerves. I move to the spanking bench and lean over it. A sharp tut from Archer has me straightening my back and looking over my shoulder to him.
“That corset doesn’t look like it will be comfortable for the length of time you’re going to be over that bench. I think you’d better remove it.” The three of them stand shoulder-to-shoulder, waiting for me to unlace the supple leather that’s tied tightly around my torso.
Arousal flares hot and needy in their eyes, and I watch as the substantial bulges in each of their slacks swell and lengthen. An answering tug forms in my belly. Sex might not be automatic in here tonight, but my pussy already softens and grows damp at the prospect.
“Panties, too. Good girls take their spankings bare. You want to be my good girl, don’t you?” Garen’s smile promises wickedness ahead. A glimmer of my bratty fox, the playfully kinky soul deep inside me, prods me to ask him what bad girls get, but I stifle the urge. Maybe, later, there will be the right moment to be willful. Right now, I’ve got a backside just begging to get swatted, and three of the sexiest men I’ve ever seen are just waiting to do the swatting.
CHAPTER8
ARCHER
Garen walks to the cabinet that holds various implements of punishment and thumbs through the items. He pulls out a crop, a thick leather paddle, and a slender cat ‘o nine before I clear my throat to grab his attention. His eyebrow lifts as he waits expectantly, and I realize this is the first real hurdle in the scenario.
He may be the one who gets off on bringing pain, but I’m the one who needs the authority to set the rules and limits. It’s the same around the office, too. I make the high level decisions, Garen puts them in motion, and Felix smooths out our rough edges to make us presentable. If this thing between the four of us is going to work, that can’t change now.
“You don’t need those for now. Use your hand so you can feel the bounce of that perfect bubble butt under your palm. I want to see your handprint marking her as ours when you’re done.”
