Changing the Rules [Club Libertine 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (11 page)

“Club Libertine. Time for you to come play with us. Sean has picked out what we want you to wear when we get there. You can change in the locker room at the club. He’ll explain the rules to you while I go bring the car around.”

She watched Mac stalk away. The happy relaxed Mac was gone, and in his place was this cold stranger. She looked at Sean, raising an eyebrow.

“Club Libertine is a BDSM club. We are Doms there and part owners. You will be attending as our guest and as a sub. As a sub, you will be subject to strict rules, and
any
Dom or Domme will have the right to punish you for your infraction.

“Seriously?”

“Yes.”

“So what are these rules I have to abide by tonight.”

“No speaking unless spoken to. Keep our eyes down. Never, ever look a Dom directly in the eye, not even us, who will be considered your ‘owners’ tonight.

“When you are given an order, you will obey it immediately. You will not embarrass us. Remember, your behavior will be a direct reflection on us. If you are a disrespectful sub, the other members will lose respect for us as Doms. It could even hurt the club’s reputation if the owners can’t even control their own property.

“Finally, never go anywhere alone. One of us will always be with you except for actually inside the ladies room. And one more thing. I’m going to put a temporary training collar on you. That will keep the unattached Doms away from you as it will show that you are taken.” He held a strip of leather up that looked suspiciously like an actual dog collar and not a necklace designed to look like one. Hanging where the dog’s identification tag would be was the Whelan company logo. Sean slid it around her neck, made sure it wasn’t too tight, and then he locked it in place. He held the key up and then put it in his pocket.

He ushered her out to the car and into the backseat. Why did she feel like she was being driven to her doom?

* * * *

She was shocked to find them pulling up in front of the Whelan building headquarters.

“His name may be on the building, but the company isn’t big enough to take up all the floors. Mac’s company rents space out to a number of firms, including Club Libertine. Although you’ll never see that name on the building directory.”

Mac gave the car keys to a uniformed valet and then escorted Michelle into the building, with Sean trailing behind, carrying a bag with the clothes they wanted her to wear. She supposed she should be happy she was going to be wearing anything.

The elevator doors slid open, and they were met by two men in black leather. They were tall and blond and intimidating looking. And they were clearly twins. Sean found himself whispering in her ear. He was hurt and angry but he still had the urge to protect her and he hated himself and maybe even hated her for that.

“That’s Connor and Liam O’Hara. They are co-owners and see to the day-to-day running. Do
not
look directly at them or you will face punishment.”

The brothers walked over to her. She yearned to take a good look at the men who owned and operated a BDSM club, but she remembered Sean’s words.

They were apparently satisfied by what they saw.

“You can bring her tonight and play with her in room two. But before you bring her back, she’ll have to go through the usual vetting. We can’t cut corners for you just because you co-own the place. Sets a bad example.” And then Connor, or maybe it was Liam, walked away, followed by Liam, or maybe it was Connor.

Sean led her over to the change rooms. There was a female attendant looking at her with curiosity. “Change in there and then give your clothes to this sub here. She’ll put them in a locker and attach the key to your collar. You’ll get your clothes back when we leave. Oh, and you can keep your shoes on. We both like them.”

She came out five minutes later, the blush extending all the way up her neck. All that was in the bag was a corset that came up under her breasts and two wide cuffs for her wrists. It was like a wide belt. It had a sort of shelf that held up her breasts but didn’t cover them. And it stopped right at her pubic bone, baring her ass and pussy.

She saw Mac and Sean looking approvingly at her. Mac walked up to her with something in his hand. It was a leash. He snapped it on to her collar. At the same time, Sean pulled her arms behind her and snapped the restraints together, which pulled her shoulders back and pushed out her breasts.

Mac let the leash hang down between her breasts and held it in his right hand, while he guided her with a warm hand on her back. He hissed in her ear. “Eyes down!”

Quickly, she lowered her eyes as another Dom approached them.

“Good to see you, Jake. It’s been a while.”

“Yes it has. This the new sub?”

“Yeah, she’s really green. This is her first time at the club.”

“Are you going to scene with her?”

“Yup. Connor has given us room two. Would you like to join us?”

Looking underneath her eyelashes, Michelle could just see this Jake looking her over. He slipped the end of a riding crop under her chin and tilted it up.

“So, subbie. Are you up for playing with a third?”

Quickly she looked over at Sean and Mac. Sean looked surprisingly intent, but Mac looked enigmatic and a little challenging. He thought this would scare her off. Suddenly she decided that she’d prove to them that nothing they could come up with could scare her off this time. She wasn’t going to run away from them again.

“Yes, Sir. I’m up for whatever my Masters want me to be up for.”

“Good answer. Mac, does she deep throat?”

Mac laughed. “Has any sub ever been able to deep throat that monster in your pants? Our little subbie will give it her best, won’t you, subbie?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Or, Jake, you can have her ass. She’s new to anal, and you’d be helping us break her in. You can paddle her ass first.”

“Deal. See you back there in half an hour.”

She watched the Dom named Jake walking away. He was one of the tallest men she’d ever met, easily six four or five, and .his shoulders were broad, and his hands were as big as dinner plates. She shivered.

Sean and Mac lead her around the club, making sure to give her a good look at what was happening. She saw plenty of subs with even fewer clothes on than she had. Others had painful-looking apparatuses attached to their breasts or to their cock and balls, if the sub was male. Many were being lead around on leashes, some on their hands and knees.

She was shown an area where the unmatched subs waited, hoping to be chosen. She was told they have no right to refuse a Dom except by saying their safe word, which would also mean they had to leave for the evening.

There were several “scenes” in progress in the main room, including a man with a painfully engorged-looking cock being whipped by his Dom. And a woman strapped to what looked like a gynaecologist’s chair with her Dom “examining” her. In a third area, a woman was moaning with pleasure as she was strapped down to a table with her legs wide apart, and a dozen men lined up, obviously intent on fucking her in turn.

Eventually, they came to “room two.” She thought it was going to be a private room, for just the three of them and Jake, but there were other people here. And a small raised stage with a couple of dozen seats in front. There were also two large screens, one on either side of the table on the stage. They were obviously connected to a camera pointed at the table, to give the viewing audience a close-up of the action.

When Mac led her in on her leash, trailing behind him, up onto the stage, the people began to take the seats. Sean helped her remove her shoes and thong and position herself against the table. The table was tilted forward and then bent in the middle so that her lower body leaned forward and her upper body leaned down, bent at the waist.

He pulled her legs apart and strapped them to the table legs at the thigh, knee, and ankle. Then he checked the angle and then leaned down to attach the torso strap. He whispered in her ear, “Don’t worry. The cameras are closed circuit only. They don’t record. No one is allowed to take pictures here. All cell phones are turned in on entry and returned later, and no one can sneak one in because we have scanners.”

Then he strapped her arms to her side. He moved his hand around under the table, and a panel popped free, allowing her breasts to drop through. Sean disappeared under the table. She could feel him sucking on her nipples, and she knew that meant he’d be attaching clamps. She braced herself and was surprised that they weren’t overly tight. They pinched, stimulating, but there was no shooting pain. At least not until he attached the weights. They tugged her nipples, stretching them painfully. Every time she moved, every time she breathed, the weights moved, causing a new jolt of pain.

Mac came over to inspect Sean’s progress. All that was left was to remove the headrest so she’d be able to suck cock. He nodded approvingly and then squatted down to inspect her breasts. He lifted the weights in his hand, taking the pressure off her nipples. And then he let them drop, jiggling, causing equal parts pain and desire to shoot through her, directly to her pussy.

She hadn’t realized there was a third screen. It was smaller than the others, and Sean positioned right in front of her while Mac focused the camera on her ass. He zoomed in on the moisture seeping out of her pussy. Then he changed the angle slightly, pulling back. He must have put the camera on a tripod because now she could see him in the shot, walking over to her ass. He had a bottle of lube in his hand. She watched him insert the nozzle into her ass and squirt the cold liquid inside her. She shivered. Then he squirted some more between her cheeks and massaged it into her rosette, lubing it well and loosening it up with his fingers.

Then he stepped back. She trembled in anticipation.

She could see Jake walk up. The bulge in is trousers was either arousing or terrifying. He was clearly aroused. But first he was going to hurt her. She saw him examine a number of implements in the punishment cabinet, but couldn’t see what he was looking at. She could see him consulting with Mac and then removing two items from the cupboard. Then he removed his pants, and the largest cock she had ever seen sprang free. It was hard and engorged. She’d never be able to fit it in her ass. She didn’t even know if it would fit in her pussy.

“Your men tell me you like the riding crop. And I’ll use that to warm your ass up. A crop is generally for beginners, but not the way I wield it. Your ass will be on fire and so will your clit and holes. You are not to come, or I’ll use the leather strap on you, and believe me, if you are new to punishment, you won’t like the strap, not one bit.

“When I finish whipping your ass, I’m going to fuck it. When I’m done, one of your masters will fuck your pussy and you’ll suck the other one off while I whip your tits with the crop. When they say it’s time, but not before, then you can come. Understand?”

She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

The first strike to her ass came quickly. Jake didn’t waste time. And he also hit a lot harder with the crop than Mac did. Her ass was on fire after the first few strikes and her nipples ached from the jostling the weights were receiving. She closed her eyes and tried to relax her butt muscles. It would hurt less, although less was relative.

He never hit the same place twice, and she lost count of how many times he struck her with the crop before turning his attention between her legs. His strike on her clit was softer than the ones on her ass, but it still made her clit burn. The cream was running down her legs. Her ass was on fire, but she had never been more aroused, the pain sending flames of pleasure directly to her clit. Her pussy clenched uselessly as he whipped between her legs. She moaned, feeling the little shivers run through her that telegraphed a coming orgasm. Desperately she tried to tamp it down. She couldn’t come.

He stopped and rubbed a big hand over her ass, spreading the heat. He squeezed her ass cheeks and then dipped a finger into her dripping pussy. And then a second and a third finger. She was exquisitely stretched. He pumped his fingers inside her. She couldn’t help it. Her orgasm slammed through her unexpectedly, her body going rigid before convulsing and wave after wave of pleasure slammed through her. Jake knew exactly how to handle a woman’s body.

She heard him laugh before she felt the wind from the strap moving through the air just before hit struck her ass. If she thought the crop hurt, the strap set her ass on fire. A half dozen times he brought the strap down on her ass, never in the same place twice. She moaned and he reached between her legs and pinched her clit.

She found another orgasm slam through her, the ripples continuing, her poor empty pussy desperate to be filled. She tried to move her hips. She felt his body heat behind her and felt the head of his cock being positioned at her back entrance.

“Make her open her eyes. I want her to watch me take her ass.”

Suddenly, a hand was pulling on her hair, pulling her head up so she could see the camera. It zoomed in on her reddened ass. She could see the glowing stripes from the strap. She moaned as the man holding her head reached under her to jiggle the nipple clamps and then hold them tight. She thought it was Mac, but she couldn’t be sure.

She could see the large cockhead pushing against her opening. It was huge. She could feel her body give way under the steady pressure. The pain was sharp as it merged with her arousal, sending her higher than she’d ever been. The pressure on her opening was intense and steady until the head finally pushed through and lodged in her ass. She could feel him bracing himself to slide himself all the way in.