Changing the Rules [Club Libertine 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) Read online

  “Three months?”

  “Surely three months of your time is worth $225,000. A traditional sub’s contract is for a year. I’m giving you a bargain because I don’t know if you could keep us interested for a full year. You have sixty seconds to decide. Since you won’t agree to take out charity, then agree to fuck us for ninety days or else find another way to come up with the rest of the money in ninety days. Your choice.”

  “You are an asshole. Has anyone told you that lately?”

  “Does that mean we have a deal?”

  “Thirty days.”

  “You value yourself highly.”

  “Take it or leave it.”

  He looked at Sean, who nodded almost imperceptibly. Mac got up and walked around the table. He took his jacket off and his tie.

  “Deal. We’ll seal the deal with a bang instead of a handshake. And then Sean will take you to his office and draw up the contract. You can take it back to your hotel room tonight and read it over. He’ll also make an appointment for you with a doctor we use. She’ll give you a thorough physical, and if you aren’t already on birth control, they’ll arrange it. We don’t like using condoms.”

  “What about your medical reports? It goes both ways.”

  “We’ll let the doctor go over our reports with you. Neither of us are in the habit of going bareback, but I want no barriers between us. And by the way, do you wax your pussy?”

  “What, no!”

  “Sean, can you make a note? After the doctor, have the driver take her to the spa to get waxed.”

  “Done.” Sean made a note in his tablet.

  “Now stand up, go over there, and kneel on the coffee table.”

  Warily, Michelle rose to her feet. She couldn’t believe she was going to do it. She couldn’t let them know just how badly she missed them both, how much she regretted leaving them, and how much she wanted them back. Clearly Mac was only after revenge sex. Well, if that was all she could get she’d take it. And she’d spend the next month trying to change it into something more.

  She walked over to the desk and started to remove her shoes.

  “No!” He voice cracked like a whip. “You have to learn to follow orders. Do what you are told, when you are told, and only what you are told. If we had wanted you to remove your shoes, we’d have told you. Once the contract is signed, infractions like that will earn you a punishment, but I’m feeling tolerant right now.”

  Michelle walked up to the coffee table. She looked at the padded leather top. She wondered if they’d fucked any other woman on this coffee table. She was surprised by the burning stab of jealousy shooting through her.

  “Look at me.” It was Sean, and he was standing in front her with his pants unzipped. He pushed them down, and his huge cock sprang free.

  She looked up and met his deep-blue gaze. He still looked like the quintessential surfer dude even with the “serious” haircut. She felt Mac move behind her and then he was pulling her skirt up and her panties down. Her ass and pussy were exposed to him. She felt wanton, and excited as he probed her folds with one large finger.

  “Sean, our girl’s turned on by this. You should see all the honey dripping out of her cunt. She likes being dominated. She always liked it when I forced her to do something she thought she didn’t want to do. You should have seen the fuss she made the first time I stuck my cock down her throat. Too bad she left before I had time to fuck her ass. I won’t make that mistake this time. She’s going to take it up the ass frequently during the next few days.” His tone was darkly sensual, his voice thickening, as if he was imagining what he was describing.

  “You’re wron—” She was interrupted by a sharp slap on her naked backside.

  “Did I ask you a question? In matters of sex, you will speak only when spoken to. Your job will be to obey your masters, and for the next month that is us. If you can’t handle that, then leave now and we’ll see you in ninety days with the money or you can stay with us for thirty days and submit to us.”

  He paused, still fingering her, now jamming a second and then a third finger inside her. He was finger fucking her now and pushing his fingers deeper and deeper into her, stretching her. With his thumb he massaged her clit. She could feel her arousal growing. She moaned and ground herself on his hand. He curled his fingers against her G-spot, and she ground herself harder on him.

  Then, without warning, he pulled out, leaving her on the edge of orgasm, mewling in disappointment.

  “Sorry, honey. You’ll come when I decide, and I want to recreate our last night together. You suck Sean’s cock, while I fuck your pussy. And you don’t get to come until he does. If you do, you’ll be punished. Oh, and remember, like last time, you don’t get to use your hands.” He reached around her and drew her hands back, securing them behind her back with his necktie. Then he pushed her head back down and on to Sean’s waiting cock. She opened her mouth and took him deep, sucking hard.

  Sean tangled his fingers in her hair, holding her still, and started fucking her mouth hard and deep and fast. She moaned. She moaned harder when Mac’s cock slammed into her. He wasn’t the gentle lover she remembered. He didn’t make love to her. He fucked her like his life depended on it.

  Her orgasm was rising and she desperately tried to tamp it down. Clearly Mac wanted her to break the rules and come without permission, but Michelle wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. But he played dirty, rubbing her clit, pinching it, caressing it. She knew Sean was close. She sucked harder, relaxing her jaw and swallowing on it as it breached her throat.

  She felt Sean stiffen and his cock jerk in her mouth. He held it deep and shot his load into her throat. She’d done it. She relaxed and let her climax wash over her, her pussy clenching hard on Mac’s cock. That pushed him over the edge, and he emptied himself into the condom he was wearing.

  She could sense him walking around to the front of the table to stand beside Sean. She saw him remove the used condom and toss it in the garbage can. His cock was sticky with his own cum.

  “Lick it clean” he commanded. When she was done, he patted her on the head. “Good girl.” And he left.

  Chapter Five

  She wasn’t sure exactly what she was supposed to do. Sean came around to the side of the table and helped her to her feet. He looked discreetly away while she pulled up her panties and then smoothed down her skirt, and then he sat her back down in the chair she had originally occupied.

  Sean walked over and sat in the other guest chair.

  “So, Mac’s just as chatty as ever,” commented Michelle dryly.

  “Mac is Mac. He was never much for showing his feelings, you know that. From the time he was a boy, anything he showed that he cared about was taken from him, including you, ten years ago. He’s afraid to show too much until he feels secure.

  “Now, I imagine you have lots of questions. I’ll do my best to answer them.”

  “Why did you move to Seattle?”

  “Well, that’s not what I expected to hear. There were a couple of reasons. Firstly, we both found it hard to be in the same city as you and not be with you. I don’t know about Mac, but I kept imagining seeing you on every street corner. Once it actually was you, and I found myself turning and running.

  “And there were business reasons, too. Mac was working toward a start-up IT company. The northwest was the place to be.

  “And I got shot on the job and decided that maybe policing wasn’t for me.”

  “Shot!” Michelle jumped up and then sat back down. “What? Where? How bad? I mean, obviously you’ve recovered, but what happened?” She was pale and had to lean back in her chair. She could have lost Sean forever and never even known it.

  “It was stupid. I had stopped for coffee, and a junkie came in to rob the place. I tackled him without thinking. It was just a flesh wound in my side.” He pulled up his shirt and showed her the little puckered scar on his side. She reached out to touch it, but he pushed her hand away and smoothed down his shirt. “Missed a
nything vital. But recovering gave me time to think. And it gave us time to talk. We both blamed ourselves for you leaving and maybe blamed each other, too. Mac blamed himself for bringing me into your bed and sharing you. And I blamed myself for not being strong enough to say no. I’d loved you since I met you and had thought I lost my chance with you. If I’d know you were going to leave us, I’d never have participated.”

  “Oh, Sean!”

  “But getting shot put everything into perspective for both of us. We finally talked about you for the first time. We talked through our guilt, which almost tore us apart, and ended up closer than ever and helped us decide never to compromise on what we wanted, no matter what the rest of the world thought about us. And I quit the force. I decided that there were better uses for my talents and started my own private security company.

  “Up until then, by day, we put on happy faces, dating nice girls, separately, and kissing them chastely or making love to them in the missionary position, again, alone. But at night, we would prowl, picking up women who wanted the two of us.

  “After the shooting, we stopped pretending. We didn’t want vanilla. So we went looking hard for a third to complete us since you weren’t an option. One of these women introduced us to the Inferno Club. It was a revelation. It was like the world shifted on its axis. We weren’t perverts or even all that rare. Our Mrs. Robinson had been right. It wasn’t wrong between consenting adults. The motto of the Inferno Club and the BDSM subculture was ‘safe, sane and consensual.’

  “We immersed ourselves. After we’d been members for a few months, I met a fellow from out of town who was a member of a similar club in the Seattle area. They were planning an expansion to big, new, custom-built premises, but the one thing they needed help with was the security design.”

  “I always said you were just as smart as Mac.”

  “Yeah, you always had faith in me. And I’d had a few drinks, and he’d hit on a particular hobby horse of mine. Security was my passion. Not policing. I knew that now. Ideas I had on how to set up security in the new club came pouring out, ideas I didn’t even consciously know I had but obviously had been simmering in my subconscious for a while. I talked about the physical security aspect, locks and cameras and security personal, but there was more to security than that. I asked questions like, ‘How did they screen their members?’ With my sociology background, I had plenty of ideas for screening. And then there was cyber security. One of the software systems Mac was developing was a security system to protect sensitive data from hackers. You couldn’t get much more sensitive than membership in a BDSM club, especially if you were a prominent businessperson or politician.

  “He insisted that I fly out for an interview. Even if I didn’t want to move out there, he was sure the owner would hire me to consult. I took his card and gave him my contact information.

  “I talked to Mac about it. It was a great opportunity and could lead to my own business in security consulting. Mac was enthusiastic. The northwest was the place to be for the upcoming IT entrepreneur. And by that time, we’d given up on you coming back to us.

  “So I went to the interview. Was offered the job on the spot. A week later, we both packed up and moved west. Not only did we join the club, but moving turned out to be the best decision we ever made, at least workwise. Mac helped set up the computer system, which lead to him creating what turned into one of his biggest products, the W/M Security Monitor. And when he needed money to expand, it was club members who invested. When he went public a few years ago, he made a great many of us very rich and then he bought the club and renamed it Club Libertine.

  “But before then, we trained with the previous owner and became full-fledged Doms. The owner of the club would not let anyone act as a Dom in his club without a thorough vetting of their skills, and we’ve continued to operate the club the way he did. A trusted staff member observes potential new Doms in action and proscribes additional training where required before they are certified to ‘scene’ in the club. Too many men think being a Dom is about hurting women, about controlling them. But there’s a power exchange involved. The sub allows the Dom power over her body, but in turn the Dom or Domme must live up to their end of the bargain and provide for the sub’s sexual needs, giving them pleasure when earned and punishment when required. They must learn their sub’s body better than the subs know themselves, and know when to push a sub’s boundaries and when to leave be. It’s a complex relationship, one that requires a written contract, if the relationship is to last more than a single scene in a playroom or club.”

  “Scene?”

  “The Dom and sub agree on a scenario such as the sub will receive a spanking and then suck the Dom’s cock while other club members watch. Whatever the scene, no matter how long or short, is agreed in advance by those involved, maybe not in exact detail. For example, a sub scening with a Dom for the first time might agree to sucking cock but no anal. Whatever. The agreement is between the participants.

  “For a longer-term relationship, it’s traditional to have a contract which lays out each party’s hard and soft limits. For example, a hard limit might be ‘No golden showers.’”

  “I should think not.”

  Sean laughed. “It’s one of our hard limits, too. If you wanted to be peed on, you’d have to find yourself other Doms. Another hard limit for you might be no additional females.” Michelle nodded. “But, what if we wanted to introduce another man so you could experience being ‘air tight’ with a cock in every hole?” Michelle colored at his imagery, but she also felt a stab of arousal. How would that feel? Sean smiled knowingly. “Why don’t we put that down as a soft limit? You might not be ready for it ever, but a good Dom knows when to push his sub’s limits and when to not push.”

  “You had this contact already drawn up. You two planned to force me into a corner where I’d have no option but to agree to this plan? Didn’t you?”

  He looked at Michelle but wouldn’t meet her eyes. She seemed overwhelmed and suddenly Sean felt a wave of compassion sweep over him.

  “I know you came straight from the airport and booked that crappy little motel room.”

  “How?”

  “I own a security company, remember. Sean knows and sees all. Anyway, I booked you a room. I’ll just go over the contract quickly. You must be exhausted. I’ll get one of our men to drive you to the motel to pick up your stuff and then take you to a decent hotel. Then he’ll return the rental car to the agency as you won’t need it anymore and there’s no use wasting money. You are broke after all. You can have a leisurely room-service dinner while you study the clauses and make whatever amendments you need. The car will return for you tomorrow morning at nine and take you to the doctor and then the spa and then to our home. Make sure you have packed up all your stuff. You won’t be going back.”

  He got up and pulled out a file from the desk. Did they take subs so often they had a standard contract for them? Or had they planned to maneuver her into this role and she’d fallen for it?

  “Don’t look at me like that. Part of our Dom training required us to think long and hard about our own limits, hard and soft. And so, yes, we developed this contract, with you in mind, at least on my part. I always hoped we’d have another chance together.

  “This isn’t a ‘chance,’ Sean. I’m using my body to pay off a debt. Or rather I’m letting the two of you use my body. Don’t try to pretty it up. I’ve agreed to be a sex slave. It is what it is. I pay my debts, and I’ll do it to the best of my ability, and yes, I am sure I’ll get a lot of pleasure from it. I’m an adult, and it is my choice to do this. I’m not going to change my mind or accuse either of you of forcing me into this. I’m entering into this arrangement of my own free will, and I’m sure I’ll get a lot of pleasure being fucked by you both, but when it’s over, I’ll be walking away from the both of you forever.”

  For a second, Sean’s face looked stricken. Then he schooled his features and placed a copy of the contract in front of her. Gone wa
s chatty, casual Sean. In his place was formal, slightly scary Sean. Michelle almost didn’t recognize him. He seemed like a different man. She felt a shiver of excitement roll through her. Damn, what was wrong with her that she was excited by the thought of being dominated by Sean and Mac? Not that she’d ever give them the satisfaction of knowing.

  “Call it what you will.” He shrugged. “When it comes to sex, we expect you to cede control of your body to us. As our sub, you are the one who conveys the power to us. Say ‘yellow’ and we’ll stop what we are doing and discuss what is making you uncomfortable and decide what action to take. That decision resides solely with me and Mac. We can override your yellow if we think you are using it to take control. We don’t allow topping from the bottom.

  “‘Red’ will stop everything. You say ‘red’ during sex and it all ends. You leave. Period. No discussion. Understand?”

  “Yes.” Michelle wasn’t sure if she was shocked or thrilled with this new darker Sean, or maybe she was just scared of him and her reaction to his words.

  “While you are our sub, we would own your body from a sexual perspective. Not only would you not be allowed to interact sexually with another man without our express permission or instruction, but you cannot touch or pleasure yourself unless we direct you to. If we decide to punish you by withholding your orgasms, you’ll just have to wait until we decide to give you one. We’ll be responsible for your sexual pleasure. We’ll clothe you and bathe you and feed you during the month.

  “If you turn to page one, you’ll see the list of categories of activities that must be reviewed and agreed to. Page two. Mac and I have a few hard limits. As I mentioned, we have no interest in urine or any other bodily fluid. We would never do anything to you with the intention of drawing blood or leaving a permanent mark on your body. We are fine with no other women being included in our play and will agree not to have sexual relations of any kind with another woman for the duration of this contract.