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Atticus erupted from the room like a demon, huge and looming over the other man, who wasn't that much shorter. If Atticus was six-six, Saul had to be six-four. Not much difference in height, but right now, the bearded Master was twice the size of the Dom. The door slammed shut with a mighty crack. “Don't finish that sentence, Saul.”
Thane's hands paused on his thigh, fingers biting into the muscle. He didn't lift his head, gave no indication he was eavesdropping, but he wondered if he was going to have to break up a fight between the two men. It would be an equal tussle, he decided. The three of them were closely related in height and weight at a guess, with him topping out at six-three and just over two hundred pounds.
“I haven't been here long, Atticus, but Connie is a Domme through and through. I've heard the stories of how she used to play with her subs, and that isn't a woman who submits consensually.” Saul's shoulders moved back into a fighting stance, his fists clenched. “Is she in there against her will?”
“No.”
“Goddamn it, Atticus, you need to give me something here.”
“No, I don't.” The Master lifted his shoulder. “Sometimes, you just have to trust that we do things for the good of others, Saul. You don't know me well yet, but you know what I do. Connie…” Atticus's voice dropped lower when he noticed Thane, giving him a suspicious glare that Thane didn't acknowledge. “She's going through some stuff no one needs to know about. No one willknow about,” he growled in warning. “One word of this gets out, I'll hunt down whoever opened their fucking mouth, and I will make sure they can't say another word for the rest of their lives. Got me?”
Frustrated, Saul heaved out a breath. “I won't say a fucking thing, but just tell me you have consent. For my own peace of mind.”
Obviously taking pity on the Dom, Atticus sighed. “Yes, Saul, I have her full consent. There's no need to worry on that score. Now fuck off and go have some fun.” He clapped him on the shoulder hard enough to knock Saul aside, then looked directly at Thane. “You okay there? Need Saul to escort you to a seat?”
Thane grimaced and dug his fingers deeper into the muscle. After a few seconds, he jolted and cocked his head at Atticus. “Sorry, were you talking to me?”
“I said, do you need Saul to give you a hand to a seat?” The Master repeated.
“Oh. Oh, no, thanks. Just cramp in the thigh. If I massage the worst of it, I can walk the rest of it off.” Thane rolled his eyes as he squeezed the muscles one last time and stepped forward gingerly. “Fuck. Three years after being smashed up in a wreck and I'm still getting plagued by cramps. I’m sorry if I intruded, I'll get out of your way.” Mixing a brief smile into the grimace, he limped past the two men and continued slowly toward the doors leading into the impact play barn.
When no one tackled him from behind, Thane figured he was a better actor than he thought he was.
Now he was gaining a better understanding of the hierarchy of the club, and its members. This new tidbit of information gave him hope to wonder whether he might have finally found someone who could meet his needs.
*
There wasn't much she could do to stop Atticus from dragging her down over his thighs as he sat on the edge of the bed. Her inner Domme had already stomped off in disgust, leaving the submissive quivering with anticipation over what came next.
Connie squirmed, panting nervously as Atticus arranged her precisely where he wanted her. While her brain tried to reconcile the shift in power, the transition from Dominant to submissive, he obviously had no qualms about the shift in their dynamic. Why would he? she thought. The foundations of his sexuality weren't being tossed upside down after years of wielding control.
“I told you to stay exactly as you were, little sub.” Atticus's broad palm stroked in light circles over her upturned butt, bringing blood to the surface of her skin. She knew all the tricks in the book. “Not to move, not to open your eyes, and you disobeyed me. Tell me, if your sub disregarded your orders that way, what would you do?”
“He wouldn't sit down comfortably for a few days, Sir,” she mumbled miserably. If he was still here. She'd had not one, but two beautiful and brilliant young men at her disposal, had loved them both, and hadn't had any other choice but to let them go. Her choice had come down to their happiness or hers, and she’d sacrificed her own because they'd had a chance at achieving it.
“Lucky for you, I'm not going to punish you hard, Connie, because spanking this ass red isn’t going to achieve what I want from you tonight. I can't in good conscience hurt you for losing a fight against something that's an innate part of you, but I am going to give you six before we get down to the tough stuff.”
She closed her eyes, one hand gripping the edge of the bedspread and the other clutching his pants leg. In her opinion as a Domme, he was being too lenient. As a woman struggling to remember how to be submissive again, she couldn't be more grateful…until his hand cracked down on her left buttock with all the force of a wooden paddle.
He stole her breath. Every muscle went rigid as pain flared through her, then she reared up off his lap with a cry of outrage. She heard his grim laugh as an arm the size of a branch pressed against her back, just below her shoulders, and shoved her down again. Pinning her this time. His leg moved beneath her, shifting to immobilize her legs before she could kick out as he struck her again, right cheek this time, with the same swift force.
Shouting curses at him, she tried to buck. His fingers molded to the underside of her ass for strikes three and four, bringing forth a torrent of swearing that would have made seasoned sailors blush. It only made her embarrassment worse when she realized her thighs were slick. She twisted as he finished the set with a final two smacks.
“Goddamn you.”
“Not done yet, little sub.” His fingers brushed over her swollen labia gently, teasing her clit. When her hips jerked in response, he made a soft shushing sound. “Beautiful, wet pussy.” A long, thick finger pushed slowly up inside her, drawing a moan from her throat. “Poor little sub, being neglected by everyone around her. We let you down, Connie. More than that, you let yourself down by not telling us how to help.”
It opened the first chink in her armor. She tried to shore it up again, but it was too late. Connie gritted her teeth against the tightness of her throat and growled, “I know you, Atticus. If you go anywhere near my ass, I will kill you.”
The arm across her back moved, and his hand clamped on her neck. “Remember your manners, Connie. Anal wasn't on your list of hard limits, and if you're trying to make a point by refusing to use honorifics, it's going to backfire on you.” His finger slipped out of her, moving up to press against her anus. “Everyone knows I love anal. Somehow, I don't think you'll appreciate me using it as a chastisement. You've had something up here, I presume?”
Flushing bright red, she turned her face into the bed and shook her head.
“No?” he asked in genuine surprise. “I've got to say, I wasn't expecting that. Between your former Dom and the two strapping subs you tended to, I thought you'd have been cherry free by now. I know for a fact you had several double penetration scenes with Kevin and David.”
Connie's lip trembled. It hurt to hear their names. And as for her former Dom, well, he could fuck himself as he fell all the way to hell. Her stomach muscles tensed as Atticus pushed his finger into her ass. Barely an inch, but enough to bring a cold sweat to her skin. Her nails bit into her palms. Another inch. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
“You're shaking, Connie,” Atticus murmured softly, keeping his finger precisely where it was. “Shaking hard enough to rattle your bones. This scares you, more than you can physically and mentally handle, but you're not giving me your safeword. Why aren't you using the one thing that can stop this here and now?”
