Two Doms for Kara (The Dungeon Fantasy Club Book 3) Page 10

  "Declan is gorgeous, Zoey. God, I'm going to miss you. You have to promise me that you will come visit as often as possible. Jesus, between you and your sister, I'm not going to have any girlfriends left to hit the clubs with anymore," Lucy exclaimed.

  "He is, isn't he? And you've only seen him with his clothes on! God, Luce, he makes me weak-kneed. And the sex is just…" Zoey was fanning herself and giggling.

  Lucy chuckled, her voice a sultry alto by comparison. "He is a prime piece of hunk, I will give you that, and I am horribly jealous. Too bad really that you found him first. What about the butler, Jared? He seems to be quite the fine specimen of manhood himself. Even though I think his attitude is abominable, I think I could work around it for a roll in the sack, as my dance card has been rather small of late."

  "Actually," Zoey said, carefully tiptoeing around the issue, "he's sort of involved."

  A hint of possessive jealousy flashed in Zoey's eyes. Hm, so she did have feelings for Jared after all, Kara thought. Maybe not the epic love she had for Declan, but there were softer feelings involved. Kara wondered if they would end up being a trio after all. It made some of the apprehension she'd been feeling regarding being with two men, having feelings for both men, settle and subside a bit.

  "Really? I figured out here in the middle of nowhere, it would be hard for him to find company. Who with?" Lucy's gaze studied her best friend, not seeming to miss the change in Zoey at Jared's name.

  Zoey snorted and snickered. The wine humming in her veins had apparently loosened her tongue. She admitted, "With me."

  Shock covered Lucy's features for a minute before she was howling with laughter. "You, Miss Prim and Proper, have a man on the side? What about Declan? Does he know you're boffing the help?"

  "Oh, he's there," Kara snickered, and Zoey grinned.

  "If you must know, Luce, Declan is a dominant and partakes in BDSM. As I'm his fiancée and submissive, upon occasion in the club, Jared joins us," Zoey informed Lucy with a sassy smirk.

  "It's really, hot too. There was this scene she did with them. Let's just say Zeke and Chase took full advantage of it," Kara said, fanning herself at the memories of that night. Hard to believe it had only been forty-eight hours prior, and everything had changed for her.

  "Wait, there's a club in this place, a club here, and we are acting like a bunch of old biddies partying in our robes?" Lucy exclaimed. "Let's get dressed and go down there."

  "You heard her say that it's a BDSM club, right?" Kara interjected, feeling like she needed to protect the club, which was odd, but she didn't want an outsider to spoil the atmosphere or make Zeke and Chase mad at her.

  "Your point being what? I've been to a BDSM club before and I'm not a virgin, so what gives?" Lucy responded casually with a hint of excitement in her gaze.

  "Well, subs aren't allowed to enter the Dungeon Fantasy Club without a Dom. Club rules. If we did, we would be punished by our Doms," Zoey informed her with a shiver.

  "And you'd be fair game for the unattached Doms," Kara said, thinking of the type of punishment Zeke and Chase would dish out should she venture into the DFC unaccompanied. She wouldn't sit pretty for a week. The thought of it made squirm in her seat.

  "Who said anything about me being a sub? Zoey, do you really think I am sub material?" Lucy asked dramatically. Kara for one couldn't see this dynamo submitting to any man; she was far too controlled.

  "Well, no, but—" Zoey stammered.

  "Sweetie pie, I have handcuffed my fair share of partners, I think I can act the part of Domme and no harm, no foul. A Domme will accompany the two of you into the Dungeon. How apropos!"

  Kara eyed Zoey and a look of understanding exchanged between them. They both knew their Doms would discipline them for entering the DFC without their permission and without them, period. The choice was whether they should risk the punishment for what they knew would come next. Zoey's cheeks flushed.

  At the thought of their discipline, heat pooled in her loins. Zeke and Chase would tan her hide. They'd told her, in no uncertain terms, that she was not to go to the DFC without them. So if she went, she would be willfully disobeying a direct order from her Doms. And she wished she could say she objected to Lucy's suggestion, but she enjoyed the spankings too much to say no.

  "I'm in," Kara replied, her belly quaking.

  "Screw it, I'm in, too," Zoey conceded.

  "Let's get ready and we'll wow the Doms," Lucy said, spurred into action at the thought of going to a club.

  The wine had begun wearing off as the three of them dressed and prepared to invade the DFC. Kara had stopped drinking the moment she knew she'd be going to the DFC. Zeke and Chase had mentioned not having more than a drink or two in her system any time they were together. Not that she was a big drinker to begin with, but since she was about to toss one of their 'rules' in their faces, she didn't want to add a second one to the mix. Tingles of anticipation heightened her excitement.

  Zoey broke out her new sub wear collection, gifted to her by Declan on the advent of their engagement. The girls raided it, with her blessing, borrowing pieces that would allow them to blend in with the rest of the club goers. Zoey chose a short leather mini skirt that barely covered her rear, and a leather halter top with peek-a-boo lace. Lucy selected a black body suit that looked like it had been lacquered on. Kara went a little old school and dressed in a French maid costume. The corset had her boobs spilling over the top with her nipples slightly visible, and all she had to do was bend over to show off her black lace thong.

  They styled each other's hair and make-up, the whole process taking a little over hour. But Kara knew that, at this time of night, the club would just be starting to fill with attendees. For the club, it was rather early yet.

  "We look hot," Lucy exclaimed as they took one last primping look in the bathroom mirror.

  "Let's do this." Zoey giggled.

  They left her room. Once on the elevator, Zoey dialed an access code. Kara's blood pulsed at the thought of seeing Zeke and Chase. After this morning, she knew she was completely in love with them both. She still wasn't entirely sure how to deal with her feelings for them yet, or what it would mean for their lives as a whole. By agreeing to the ménage relationship, nothing in her life would ever be the same again. Not that it was bad choice on her part, she didn't regret saying yes for a minute, but she was concerned about possible fallout from her decision. It wasn't like she could be open about it at the office or with clients; they'd have to come up with some ground rules should they continue with it once they returned to Manhattan. She shoved down the gnawing worry that this was just a fling to Zeke and Chase. They had to discuss their relationship, and soon.

  Her breathing was shallow as the three of them exited the elevator and made their way toward the bar. She could feel all the eyes in the club on them as they threaded their way through the crowd. More importantly, she felt Zeke and Chase's presence before she saw them. Kara never even made it to the bar before Zeke's large frame interceded.

  "What do we have here?" Chase's hands slid around her waist from behind. She heard him above the pounding beat of metal music crashing through the speakers. Kara noticed that, just as they had imagined, Declan had caught up with Zoey, and was pulling her into the center of the room for what was sure to be a loud and public spanking.

  Lucy, god love her, stood with such a dominant attitude, all of the male Doms cut a wide berth around her as she ordered from the bar. She laughed at something one of the fellow patrons said, and then Kara could no longer worry about her friends.

  Zeke gripped her chin and turned her attention toward him. His gaze was displeased and Kara felt the first fingers of apprehension in her belly.

  "We told you not to come down here alone. You understand we have no choice but to discipline you." Zeke held her firmly, his face stern, clenching his jaw tight enough she was surprised she didn't hear him grinding his teeth.

  Chase's arms immobilized her when she would have retreated from the di
spleasure in Zeke's gaze, turning Chase's arms into a prison.

  Kara confessed her sins, feeling bad for disobeying them. "I'm sorry. At the time, we thought it would be a hoot. We had some wine with our girl's night, but Zoey and I knew we shouldn't be doing this."

  "You did this deliberately." Chase chuckled behind her, his chest rumbling as he tried to contain his laughter.

  A muscle in Zeke's jaw ticked as he admonished her. "I think our sub wants to be punished."

  "Yes," she admitted, staring up at Zeke sheepishly. Her blood had already heated at their nearness.

  "Yes, what, little sub?" Chase bit out, growling in her ear.

  "Masters, yes, Masters. I beg your forgiveness," Kara pleaded in a demure and submissive fashion she hoped pleased them. On the inside, her body was turning to buttery goo as desire thrummed in her veins.

  "The suspension bar will do." Zeke gripped her arm and Chase held the other as they walked toward the open scene area.

  Her insides fluttered in anticipation. She knew they'd never hurt her, not really, and there was something that clicked for her when they spanked her. It filled a gap inside her like nothing else did. The scene area they escorted her to contained a metal bar that was about three feet in length, suspended horizontally from a chain in the ceiling that could be lowered and heightened depending upon the particular sub's individual height.

  "Why don't you strip her, while I get set up?" Zeke commanded Chase, who obliged him with no fuss. Had Chase ever been the one to instigate the dominance over her? Not that she could recall, but then her attention was diverted under his firm grip.

  "With pleasure. Come, pet," Chase ordered, and with no further preamble began undoing the laces on her corset.

  "You look delicious in this get up," Chase murmured against her neck. "I'm going to have to order you a whole assortment of costumes when we get home."

  When we get home? Pleasure speared her being. His words meant they planned to keep her, to continue their relationship once they were back in Manhattan. Anxiety that had been taking up residence inside her heart melted away at his words. They wanted more than just a Highland fling.

  Chase stripped her bare. It had been a while since she had been naked before complete strangers or performed a public scene, even though this was purely discipline. Not that Kara was a prude; far from it. Chase led her over to the suspension bar and shackled her wrists to a cuff at each end, which made her arms form an upward V. The chain was tightened until she was on the tips of her toes. It wasn't painful, per se, just uncomfortable. Then there was a second bar which Zeke retrieved from the armoire. It had two foothold blocks connected at each end. Zeke handed it to Chase, who knelt in front of her. He slid the bar into position on the floor, attaching it to circular attachments on the floor.

  Then he moved her feet, placing each one on the small foothold, which took the pressure off her shoulders, thankfully, but made it so that she was spread-eagled, facing an audience and unable to move away. Her pulse thumped madly in her chest. She hated to admit how much of a turn-on this was for her.

  Chase secured her feet to the footholds with leather cuffs. Then he stood before her. With a kiss against her forehead, he left her for a moment, going behind her back to where Zeke had been working. Panic sliced through her at being so fully restrained and unable to move. Her pulse rate spiked and her blood hummed in her ears. Kara sucked in some deep breaths, attempting to calm her nerves.

  Then her guys came into her line of sight; both had removed their shirts and were only wearing leather pants. She noticed the firm bulges of their erections. They enjoyed doling out the punishment as much as she enjoyed receiving it. Chase knelt once again before her spread legs. Tremors charged through her system as she waited to see what they planned to do. Zeke bent his golden head and took one of her nipples into his mouth. His five o'clock shadow beard grazed the soft flesh and she gasped in delight. She loved it when he forgot to shave. She loved the feel of the stubble against her flesh. Then Chase opened her nether lips and lashed his tongue against her clitoris. Her head fell back at the exquisite pleasure heating her body.

  This was not what she had expected at all. Her body had been primed for a spanking, not for carnal indulgences.

  Zeke licked around her areola and lapped at her nipple until it was a turgid peak. Then he placed a cool metal clamp around the delicate flesh. Kara gasped at the sudden rush of painful pleasure, trying to move away from the burn as it slid through her system. She glanced down as Zeke walked around Chase's kneeling form to her other side and began the same torture on her other breast, working it up into a tight peak. Her breast throbbed at the exquisite torture from the nipple clamp. Chase circled her clit with his tongue, playing with the sensitive flesh. He treated her pussy like it was an ice cream cone in his favorite flavor, caressing and stroking her with his tongue before slurping her into his mouth with vigor, making her strain against her bonds as he drove her body up towards climax. Under his thorough ministrations, the bud of her sex swelled into an engorged nub. She was so close to coming already—if Chase would just apply a little more pressure, she'd come apart.

  Zeke clamped her second nipple, both of which now had a tiny gold chain connected to them. Then Chase rubbed his index finger around her tight bud as he affixed a metal clamp around it too.

  She tensed as he tightened the clamp, fire poured from her clitoris as he adjusted the metal so she walked the razor's edge between pleasure and pain. Then he affixed the chain from her clitoris clamp to a center ring at her navel. It connected all three clamps; and she arched slightly when Chase tugged at the chains and gasped. With the connection, any time she moved it pulled on the clamps, shooting electrostatic currents of need directly to her pussy.

  Zeke gripped her face and waited for her gaze to meet his. "The rules of this little discipline session are as follows, pet. You will not speak unless given permission by myself or Chase. We will be alternating between the cane and the flogger until we believe your punishment has been met. And last, and this is the most important rule of them all, you may not come until we permit it. Understood, pet?"

  Holy shit! Kara was already so near climax a simple nudge would push her over the ledge. Swallowing, trying to coat her suddenly dry mouth, she nodded her head and replied, "Yes, Master."

  "Good. If it gets too painful, use your safeword," Zeke commanded, his electric blue eyes burning with fiery passion.

  And then both men moved behind her. Her breaths came out in short, shallow pants. Her pussy throbbed, her breasts ached, and she felt moisture dripping down her thigh. The cane and flogger were going to be a cakewalk compared to the clamps.

  The first bite of the cane thwacked against her rear and made her strain her bonds. The slight movements made her arch her back, and the small stretch of movement made the chains tug on the three clamps, sending electrostatic currents straight to her pussy and she felt herself clench. She steeled herself for the next swat. Zeke counted them as he reddened her ass cheeks. As much as she tried to hold fast and not move, the pain of his hard smacks made her movements involuntary. Her bottom burned in agony, her vagina quivered with every sure tug on the clamp.

  And then it was Chase's turn with the flogger. He wasn't any less restrained in his branding as he reminded her they were both her Doms and she had been a very bad girl. Chase did a count of ten strokes before her pulled back and Zeke began with the cane again.

  She was so hot, she was gushing moisture down her thighs. She felt perilously close to climaxing and knew they were not anywhere near being done with her punishment. One, two, three whacks from Zeke, and her body strained as a stunningly powerful climax tore through her system.

  "Ah, Masters," she wailed and sagged against her restraints.

  Zeke spoke in her ear from behind her. "I told you not to come, pet. An extra ten lashes are going to be added to your punishment. Don't come again until either of us tells you to."

  She nodded in a hazy glow. Then he began his
heated thrashing all over again. It set her body on edge for another orgasm and she fought against it this time. She tried doing math problems to distract her brain from her body.

  It worked, a little. She kept on getting distracted, though, by every snap of the cane against her flesh. Chase stepped in when Zeke backed off again; giving her another ten strokes with the flogger. Her body was engulfed in flames; every lash drove her need higher. Kara was in such of state of lust, she knew a simple touch on her clit would make her come harder than the last one, harder than she had since submitting to them. And that was saying something considering that all of her recent bedroom activities with these two had been mind-blowing experiences.

  Then there was silence, which was never a good sign with the two men. Her body trembled and quaked with the force of her desire. Her back and bottom burned from the punishment and she was about to bemoan the loss when Zeke's lips touched against the back of her neck. He placed a series of open mouthed kisses from the crux of her shoulder up her neck until his mouth was next to her ear.

  "Come now, pet," Zeke ordered, and without any warning he plunged his stiff erection inside her pussy from behind. Kara shattered, her body bowed at the pounding ripples of her climax as she shuddered and clenched around his massive cock. Her hands fisted and her body strained as it quaked and shuddered her release.

  Zeke's hands gripped her hips, digging his fingers in slightly as he hammered his length inside her channel with hard, brutal strokes. Through half-closed lids, she watched Chase kneel before her. He separated the lips of her pussy with his fingers, and then he was tonguing her nub over and around the clamp as Zeke plunged inside her pussy. Her head lolled against Zeke as wave upon wave of pleasure bombarded her system, the dual sensations were sending her off planet. Ratcheting her desire higher and tighter. She keened and strained at the desire roaring in her veins. In a move that stole her breath from her body, Chase removed the clamp around her clit. Pain sliced at her nerve endings, setting off another earth-shattering climax.