The Rule of 3 [Club Libertine 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  He continued to greet new arrivals while keeping an eye on the three college boys. Sure enough, they ignored the signs on the table and had picked up one of the floggers. Sighing heavily, he excused himself and walked over to them.

  “Can I help you with something?” he asked as he, gently at first and then not-so-gently, pried the flogger from the grip of the leader. “The sign says do not touch for a reason. I wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt, at least not until all the releases are signed. I wouldn’t want to get sued.”

  The leader looked at him, clearly annoyed to be rebuked in front of his posse. He drew himself up to his full height, which was at least two inches taller than Nick, not that Nick was in any way intimidated. The boy was a lightweight, and even if he wasn’t, Nick was a former SEAL. Nothing else needed to be said.

  Ten minutes later, he was in front of the room watching Sarah speaking to a group that did not include the college boys, who had decided that there were more interesting things to do on a Saturday afternoon and had left.

  She turned to him and smiled.

  Oh, yes, when class was over, if he had his way, the Iceman would cometh tonight. And so would Sarah. If he decided to let her.

  * * * *

  Four hours later and Sarah was as limp as a wet noodle and not in the usual way. Things had gone smoothly. There had been more than thirty students. She had encouraged several moralists to leave of their own accord while Nick had been more forceful with the three male college students who were clearly Gawkers. She wasn’t sure exactly what he’d said or done, but they’d left even before the workshop had begun.

  At the break, several Romantics had left, realizing that the lifestyle in real life wasn’t what they’d expected, but several others had decided to stay and learn more.

  In the end, the session had been a success, with a half dozen serious Prospects identified and invited to the advanced session that would be taught by others in one of the clubs. She’d sold every single book, too.

  After the session ended, she helped Nick pack up his stuff since all she had left was the tablecloth and a couple of signs.

  When it was done, she turned to leave.

  “Hey, Sarah.”

  “Nick?”

  “Coffee?” he paused. “I mean, we should probably discuss how things went, that is, if you don’t have any other plans?”

  It was almost six thirty when they arrived at the restaurant and coffee had turned into dinner. She quickly realized that he had something on his mind, something he was having trouble articulating, which wasn’t like him at all.

  “Spit it out, Nick. Dessert’s on its way and I’m not going to enjoy it unless I know what’s bothering you. Is it about the session? I thought it went quite well.”

  “It went amazingly well. I had reservations when I got tagged for this, but I actually enjoyed it. Although,” he reached out and took her hand, “I think a lot of that has to do with the partner I was assigned. I like you, Sarah.”

  “I like you, too, Nick.”

  “I was wondering if you’d be interested in a play session. Tonight, at Club Libertine.”

  “Tonight? I’d like that, Nick. Or should I call you Sir?” she teased gently.

  “Nick will do…for now!” His voice had taken on a sexy Dom growl that set her insides churning. “But I have to be upfront with you. I’m not looking for a relationship. I don’t want to collar a sub of my own. I just want a casual, like-minded play partner.”

  Sarah swallowed hard. That wasn’t quite what she expected or hoped for. But really, they hardly knew each other. She knew how attracted she was to him, and she thought they had chemistry. She knew that every date or play session didn’t lead to a marriage or collaring, but she’d never gone into either with the upfront plan that it wouldn’t lead anywhere. Sometimes relationships had just turned out that way. She had had a long-term play relationship with a Dom in Chicago. They’d dated and played and eventually realized that they were better friends than lovers, but they’d continued to play together off and on for years until finally Jordan had met the sub of his dreams and had collared her. Sarah had been happy for her former Dom, even being a witness at the collaring ceremony.

  She’d been a little bit jealous, too. She hadn’t been jealous of Carina as Jordan’s sub. She knew how in love they both were and how well suited. She wished them well. But she had missed having Jordan to top her. And maybe that had played, just a little bit, into her decision to move to Seattle. She needed a change of scenery and she was hoping to actually see some, if the rains ever stopped for more than a day or two.

  She looked up at Nick and realized that he was still waiting for an answer. She thought quickly. She’d been in Seattle since January. She hadn’t played once and was missing it. And then there was Nick. She’d started the night hoping he’d want to play with her. Why was she hesitating now? She could do no strings. He was a great guy, and she knew that she would be in good hands.

  But she wasn’t going to hand all the power over to him.

  “Love to, but do you mind if we play at my club instead?”

  Chapter Five

  Nick didn’t realize just how much he’d been afraid she’d say no after her long hesitation until she said yes and his body sagged with relief. He was the Iceman, goddammit. He was in control of his emotions. Maybe this wasn’t a great idea. She was already getting under his skin, and he hadn’t even gotten her naked yet. Screw Peter. No. He wasn’t going to let his thoughts go in that direction. This was a twosome, not a ménage.

  He took another deep breath and smiled, trying not to show his impatience. He wanted her and he wanted her now. Maybe then, he’d stop obsessing about her. He couldn’t even blame it on Peter, as much as he’d like to. He’d wanted her from the moment he’d seen her and now she was within his grasp. In less than an hour, he’d have her naked and writhing under his hand. He’d bring her to the verge of orgasm again and again and again, but he wouldn’t let her go over the edge until he was good and ready, until she was begging for him.

  Then and only then would he slide inside her and ride her hard until she was literally screaming out her climax. After that would be his turn, as her pulsing pussy milked his cock. And when he came, he’d get this obsession out of his system. Yes. That would do it. He’d be free of his need for her. He’d be able to relax and enjoy their last two training sessions. Maybe they’d even play again. Yes. He smiled down at her before turning and summoning the waitress and asking for the bill.

  It took almost twenty minutes to settle the bill and then wait while Sarah made a trip to the ladies’ room. He paced with impatience, but he was still a Dom. When she announced her destination, he leaned down and whispered so only she could hear, “When you are in there, take off your panties and bring them to me. That’s an order.”

  Then he hugged her and kissed her forehead, enjoying the way she trembled in his arms. When she finally returned, her face bright red, he knew she’d obeyed him. He held out his hand and she went even redder, but she did it. She passed him her panties. He smiled before stuffing them into his pocket.

  Then he led her outside and into a waiting taxi. Because they were going to Collars and Cuffs, he had at least twenty minutes to work her into a frenzy.

  He waited until she got comfortable. She’d given the cabbie the address and they’d both done up their seatbelts. Then he leaned toward her and settled one big hand on her warm thigh. She looked at him, alarmed, gesturing silently toward the cabbie.

  “Relax. If you stay quiet, he’ll never know what I’m doing to you.”

  With those words, he moved his hand, sliding it up the hem of her skit until it was resting lightly on her bare pussy.

  “Did you wax for me, kitten?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

  “Good kitten. Just lie back, put your hands behind your back and relax while I make you purr.”

  * * * *

  By the time they arrived at the club, she was wet, horny and des
perate to come, but he wouldn’t let her. Every time she got close, he pulled back until she was practically begging him to let her come. She’d thought of taking care of herself, but he had given her that look, that Dom look, and she’d put her hands back where he’d ordered.

  When the taxi pulled up in front of the club, it took her a moment to realize where they were. She looked at Nick and then over at the club entrance. Suddenly, she didn’t want to go there. She wanted to be alone with Nick. He reached for the door handle.

  “Nick?”

  He paused. “Sarah? Have you changed your mind? If you don’t want to play with me…”

  “It’s not that, Nick. I, well, we haven't, before…” She felt herself blush as the words just didn’t want to come out. She’d played plenty in public in the past, but this first time with Nick. She didn’t want it to be at a public club.

  Maybe he read her feelings in her expression, or maybe he felt the same way. He grinned and leaned down, kissing her cheek.

  “Our first time together should be someplace you can feel safe, where there are monitors to look out for you. I haven’t had a chance to earn your trust yet.”

  “I trust you Nick. Sir.” She swallowed hard. “I don’t need a monitor to watch over our play.”

  She was rewards by his blinding smile.

  “I swear it. You can trust me. I’ll never disregard your safeword. I’ll never violate your hard limits.”

  “I know.”

  “Do you live far?” he whispered.

  She nodded. Then she’d had to clear her throat twice in order to get her address out. When she did, it was still a whisper, but Nick heard her and gave the driver the instructions. This trip was shorter and in five minutes, the cab was idling in the driveway of her tiny house.

  And then they were standing on her doorstep. Her legs felt weak. Hell, her whole body was trembling so much she dropped her keys. Nick retrieved them and opened the door.

  “Upstairs. First door on the right.”

  He swatted her ass. “Hurry up. I don’t have all day. In the bedroom, strip and then drape yourself over my lap. You need to be punished for your impertinence in the restaurant.”

  She felt a gush of fluid at his words as she rushed to comply with his orders. She was even more turned on by the fact that he had stayed dressed. All he did before sitting down on the edge of her bed was to remove his shoes and turn on the overhead and end table lights, so the room was flooded with brightness. She would have nowhere to hide. He’d be able to see every lump and bump and bulge and for the first time, she didn’t care. With him, she felt beautiful.

  Making eye contact, first she toed off her own sandals, then she tugged on her T-shirt, pulling it over her head and tossing it to one side. Her bra went next. She could see his eyes darken as his own desire grew. She could see other evidence of his desire as he stroked himself through his pants. He was clearly hard for her and it gave her the courage to continue. Reaching behind her, she unfastened her skirt and let it drop to the ground.

  She was bare for him and more vulnerable than she’d ever been. He smiled approvingly and waited. Slowly, she made her way over to him, moving gracefully into position. One large hand settled on the small of her back while the other explored her ass, which was pointing up at him. After caressing each cheek, he nudged her legs apart.

  “My little kitten is dripping for me.” His tone was approving as he reached between her legs and let a finger trail the length of her slit, from her puckered opening along the side of her pussy and down to her clit, which he circled but didn’t touch and then back up again. This time he paused at her pussy, dipping a finger in. Then two. Then three. Then he was finger-fucking her and her climax came roaring back and was about to spill over when he pulled his hand away.

  “Time for punishment, kitten. Then you can come as much as you like once my cock is buried in your pussy.”

  Smack. His hand came down hard on her ass. “Count for me, kitten, or they don’t count. I’m thinking twenty will be enough to show you’ve repented.”

  Smack. “Two.”

  “Nice try, kitten. You missed the first one. We’re back at the beginning again.”

  Smack. “One.” Smack. “Two.”

  Finally, he reached twenty. It had taken a while, because he paused occasionally to test her wetness level or just to torment her. Once she’d almost lost count at fifteen after he’d pinched her clit, but luckily, she’d recovered in time.

  She waited, still stayed draped over his lap because he hadn’t given her any instructions and she wasn’t risking another punishment. And so he waited, his big hands holding her in place. She could feel his hard cock against her side and she desperately wanted to take it into her mouth, to taste him, pleasure him.

  But he was still in charge. He helped her up and then carried her to the side of bed, laying her gently down before quickly stripping his clothes off.

  She watched as his magnificent body was revealed to her. If theirs had been a normal relationship, she would have gone up on her knees and kissed him hard on the mouth. But they were a Dom and a sub, and so she waited.

  “Condoms?”

  She nodded toward her night table. He opened the drawer and found an unopened box. Grinning, he opened it and tossed several on the bed beside her.

  “Reach up and grab the spokes of your headboard. Do not let go without permission. And no talking unless you are answering a direct question or you need to say your safeword. ‘Yellow’ to slow things down and ‘red’ to stop. Do you understand me, kitten?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  * * * *

  Then he was lying on his stomach, his face between her legs as she held the headboard again.

  He tongued between her labia slowly, touching, tasting, and savouring her unique taste. He could feel her moving impatiently. He laughed. He was going to take his time with her. He’d thought of nothing but her since he’d first seen her at the Club Conference in January. He’d become more taciturn and impatient than usual, snapping at everyone, only happy when he was with her, and it had to stop. He’d take his time and fuck her out of his system, and then he could go back to being his normal self.

  It had been a long time, almost three years in fact, since he’d been with a woman, a sub, without his toys. But with Sarah, he wanted this first time to just be about the two of them. No aids of any kind. No vibrators or dildos or butt plugs or paddles or spanking benches. Nothing. Just him and her. That’s why he had spanked her barehanded and why he told her to hold onto the headboard instead of tying her to it. He wanted her to give herself to him freely.

  Later, later he’d bind her so securely that she’d be helpless and depend on him for everything. He’d take and give pleasure and pain and ecstasy for them both. But for now, for now he wanted, he needed her to show that she was freely giving him her submission.

  The feeling, the need to be close to her frightened him. The fact that he was already thinking of their next time scared him even more. He had wanted to put her in the taxi and send her home alone. He’d wanted to direct the taxi to his home and take her into his private dungeon and chain her to his bed, so she’d be his forever. He’d wanted…he wanted to go to the airport and fly to Las Vegas and tie her to him legally.

  He was having feelings that he thought were long dead and they scared him. He had spent the last three years recovering from a broken heart, and what he’d felt for Jackie was only a fraction of what he was now feeling for Sarah after knowing each other for only a month.

  He tried to block the fear and confusion. He didn’t want to fall in love again. He wouldn’t. He would clear his mind of everything but the woman stretched out before him. He would feast on her pussy and then fuck it and then he’d walk away and out of her life. He’d get Mac Whelan to get someone else to do the last two training sessions. He was out after tonight. He couldn’t risk spending more time with Sarah.

  He licked her slit again and was rewarded by her moan. Smiling, he stiffe
d his tongue and stabbed it into her pussy as far as he could and was rewarded by another gush of cream. He lapped it up like a starving man before he turned his attention to her clit. It was so red and swollen as it peeked out of its little hood. It was just perfect. He closed his lips around it and sucked. Hard.

  She bucked and screamed and pleaded with him, ignoring the “no speaking” command. He’d punish her later for talking without permission. Right now, he was so caught up in the moment, the house could catch fire and he wouldn’t stop until he was buried to the hilt inside her.

  But first, he wanted to play with her clit some more. To distract her, he slid two fingers inside her. He laughed as he felt her trying to clamp down on them. He added a third, stretching her as he licked and sucked and even lightly bit her clit. She was getting frantic now, trying desperately to obey his “no orgasm” edict. He decided to push her just a little bit further before rewarding her.

  He curled his fingers forward, feeling for that special place that would send her spiralling out of control at the same time he suckled her clit again. She was so damned responsive as her climax slammed through her and her body started convulsing around him.

  Moving quickly, he slid up her body and reached for a condom. Moments later, he buried himself to the hilt inside her still-spasming pussy. Not giving her a chance to absorb the fact that he was now inside her, he started moving fast and hard. It felt even better than he imagined and she was so fucking responsive. He could feel her quivering in his arms. He could feel her pussy start to spasm. Changing the angle of his penetration, he made sure his hair-roughened groin rubbed over her sensitive clit even as the head of his cock rubbed against her g-spot.