Changing the Rules [Club Libertine 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (7 page)

And she’d never worn a blindfold or a gag. The sheer feeling of helplessness, of not knowing who was touching her or what was coming next. She took a deep breath. She didn’t want to be indebted to Mac or Sean. If this is what it took to even the score, she would do it. She knew the debt was more about her walking out all those years ago than it was the promissory notes. Those were just an excuse. She had seen the pain in Mac’s eyes, just a glimpse, but it was there. And Sean. He was mister reasonable, even keel sunny disposition, but she knew that his feelings ran deep and he probably felt a lot of guilt for, in his mind, driving her away.

But it was her own stupid fear of being judged by others. How would people look at her, living with two men, loving two men? She already was getting judged for having two male roommates, the jokes, the jeers from women who thought she was a slut and men who made a move because they thought if she could fuck two men at once, what was one more. And deep down she thought they were right. She’d had be best sex of her life, being fucked by two men. What did that say about her? She’d had a puritan upbringing. She’d had chastity drummed into her from an early age. She felt guilty enough sleeping with Mac outside of marriage. The pleasure she got from being with two men caused her an overwhelming guilt, and she had run.

She got scared, and she had run. It took her a long time to come to terms with loving both men and wanting to be with both men and realizing that she wasn’t dirty or bad for wanting that. But she’d thought it was too late.

Her bags were packed and sitting by the door. She was ready to go be with Mac and Sean or to run away again. There was one question left. Could she overcome her upbringing and try to win them back?

She knew how much she had hurt the both of them. Sean had always been more in touch with his emotions, to use the popular jargon. Mac had always held everything in. She could see the anger in him, still, after all of these years. But she also believed she could see the same hurt in him as she’d see in Sean. She owed it to herself to try again and she owed it to them to make amends for just running away like that. If nothing else, she could have given them the courtesy of a face-to-face explanation.

She signed her name before she could change her mind. Then she turned the light off and tried to sleep.

* * * *

Morning seemed to come more quickly than usual or maybe she just tossed and turned really late. The wake-up call she had arranged for 8:00 a.m. happened right on schedule, but she wanted to bury her head in the pillows. Was she really going through with this?

And then came the 8:10 knock on the door with her room-service breakfast. She ate slowly and then took a shower. She did her hair and her face and packed her toiletries. There was still ten minutes left. Michelle sat and stared at the television, not taking in what the well-coiffed, plastic-looking people were saying.

The knock on her door came promptly at 9:00 a.m. Of course it would be prompt. Anal-retentive Mac wouldn’t have it any other way. The same uniformed driver greeted her and then took her bags. She tried to carry at least the small one, but he’d carried them up for her the night before and he was going to carry them down today. As he had yesterday, he’d acquired one of those wheelie things from the hotel bellmen. She watched her bags being wheeled away. These were all of her worldly possessions. She quickly hurried after them.

She fretted all the way down the elevator. The contrast between her original choice of accommodation and the one Mac and Sean had arranged was stark. Yesterday morning she’d been in a cheap motel with a rental car. Today, she was in a luxury hotel and her uniformed driver was driving a very expensive Bentley. It was almost funny watching the staff bow and scrape.

And then they were off. She tried to engage the driver in conversation, but he just gave brief noncommittal answers, so she gave up. Ten minutes later she was hustled right in to see the doctor. Amazing. No waiting. The usual forms to fill out with medical history, a quick exam, and a blood draw, and she was back in the car by 9:45 and at the spa at 10:00. It was painful and embarrassing, and, she had to admit to herself, her pussy had never felt so sensitive. Even the brush of her lace underwear over her bare skin sent a shiver of arousal through her.

They hit the highway by 11:00. The route wasn’t the one she took yesterday, but then again, GPS didn’t always provide the best directions. The smooth ride of the Bentley quickly lulled her to sleep. She didn’t wake up until the door opened and Sean leaned in.

“Wakey, wakey, sleeping beauty.” He smiled at her and held out his hand. She let him draw her out of the car when every instinct was telling her to run. He just stood there waiting, and then she realized he was waiting for the contract. She pulled it out of her purse and handed it to him. He flipped through the pages and seemed satisfied.

“Mac and I will sign and give you back a copy. Please come with me.”

“What about my bags?”

“Harold will take care of them.”

He took her by the arm, so she had no choice but to go with him. The house was smaller, less imposing than she expected. It was really quite charming or would be if it wasn’t the place she’d have to serve a month as a sex slave. Or sub. Or whatever. Thirty days to live with these two men she’d loved and walked away from before. Could she do what needed to be done to win them back? Or would the demands of living with two dominant men be too much for her? She squared her shoulders. She’d find out soon enough. If nothing else, maybe she could make amends for her previous actions?

Sean offered her a chance to freshen up. He directed her to the small downstairs bathroom. Then he escorted her around the house. On the main floor was the formal sitting room for guests and the much larger, more comfortable family room. There was a huge eat-in kitchen with every piece of kitchen equipment ever made, or so it seemed. There was also a formal dining room.

The kitchen and family rooms both opened onto the patio, with a large pool with a cabana. In the distance, she could see a large lake.

Mac joined them as they went up to the second floor which held two guest bedrooms, the master suite, which had the biggest bed she’d ever seen, and a locked “playroom,” which Sean said she’d get to spend a lot of time in later.

“Michelle. Can we have your attention please?”

She realized her mind had drifted. She turned her attention back to Mac.

“Michelle, you realize that’s a punishable offense when we are playing. You must always pay attention to your Doms and their instructions. Drifting off will not be tolerated, and you will experience behavioral correction. Do you understand? It was in the contract." Sean, did she sign?”

“Yup. And she made few changes to our limit list.”

She heard steps and realized it was Harold. He must have delivered her suitcases and was now leaving. She wasn’t sure if tipping would be appropriate, but she did want to say thank you.

He just tipped his hat and left silently.

When the door closed behind him, the silence started to press down on her. Michelle started to look around and then was afraid she’d be considered inattentive. She didn’t like the sound of a “behavioral correction” and wanted to avoid it.

“Sean, have you shown our sub around?”

“Yup, just gave her a quick tour, but I haven’t started on the house rules yet.”

“I assumed so since she was fully dressed.”

Mac turned to Michelle. “Why don’t you head upstairs and take a quick shower. We’ve put your toiletries and stuff in the first guest bedroom on the right. That will be your retreat away from us. Once you get settled in, say, starting tomorrow, we are only allowed in that room if invited. It has a television, computer, e-reader, and details on how to access our Amazon account so you can download anything you want to read.” Mac checked his watch.

“It’s almost time for lunch. Why don’t you meet us in the kitchen at twelve and we’ll have a bite to eat and go over the ground rules.”

He started laughing at her expression.

“Did you think we’d pounce on you the minute you came through the door? You are ours for one full month. That’s not a long time, but we can take a little time introducing you to the lifestyle and what we expect and then we’ll pounce.”

Michelle silently left the room and walked slowly up the stairs. She checked her watch. She had an hour to get ready.

“Oh, and, Michelle,” called Sean. “The clothes you are wearing. They are fine for travel, but we have something else in mind. Can you leave them in the bedroom while you are bathing? We’ll leave you something comfortable to put on.”

What else had changed that she didn’t know about?

And just what did they consider comfortable? A T-shirt? A negligee? Nothing? “Oh, god. What did I get myself into?”

* * * *

Michelle lay back in the tub, her eyes closed, dozing, trying to block any thoughts of sex or three-ways or playrooms, but of course that was all she could think of.

There was a knock on the bathroom door.

“You okay in there?” It was Sean. “This is your five-minute warning. You don’t want to be late on your first day.”

Michelle hopped out of the tub. Five minutes? Yikes. She wouldn’t have time to do anything more than brush her hair and throw on some clothes. No time for makeup or even thinking or worrying.

She dried herself off and cleared the steam off the mirror. Did she look different? Did she look like a submissive now? How did a submissive look? Behave?

Yikes. The clock was ticking.

Wrapping herself in a towel in case Sean was still there, Michelle cautiously entered the bedroom, and to her relief, she was alone. She dropped the towel and looked around. Where were these clothes she was supposed to wear? She checked the closet. Nothing.

Maybe they had been delivered to the master, but that didn’t make any sense since someone, maybe Sean, had removed her old clothes from this bedroom. She checked the door for a robe, but not even that was available.

She colored at a sudden thought.

Was she supposed to come down naked?
I think not.
Grabbing the huge bath towel, she wrapped it around herself and then used the banana clip that had held her towel out of the bath water to hold it closed.

Then she took a deep breath. Exactly sixty seconds to showtime. She opened the bedroom door and walked down the hall.

It was time to get started.

Michelle walked slowly down the stairs, her heart beating a mile minute. She had to deliberately slow her breathing to stop from hyperventilating. She walked slowly into the kitchen. Mac and Sean were seated at the table reading an actual newspaper and not a digital version. How very retro.

Both men got to their feet at her entrance. Mac pulled out a chair between them, and she walked over to it. As she was about to sit down, Sean reached over and undid the banana clip. Then he pulled the towel away from her body, folded it, and placed it on the edge of the table with the clip on top.

“First infraction. That wasn’t what we left you to wear.”

“You didn’t leave me anything to wear.”

Sean just looked at her. And then he grinned wickedly.

“I’m sorry.” Belatedly she added, “Sir.” He smiled approvingly.

“Those clothes you were wearing are with the other clothes you brought here. When you leave, you’ll get them back. Until then, you’ll wear what we’ve given you to wear. Which is nothing at the present time,” commanded Mac.

“Now eat up. You are going to need your strength.” Sean grinned wickedly at her. Michelle found herself grinning back, but then she saw Mac’s expression and she wiped all expression off her face, looking down at the table.

Mac placed a plate in front of her. Grilled chicken and a tomato cucumber salad. It was lovely. She couldn’t wait to dig in but wasn’t sure if she should wait. She looked from Sean to Mac. They nodded, and then they all started eating.

Sean started a conversation about some football team. Michelle didn’t really follow sports, but she loved hearing them argue over which quarterback was better. She could almost imagine that no time had passed, except, of course, she was sitting at the table naked.

When the meal ended, she automatically picked up her plate and took it to the dishwasher. Then she put their plates in the dishwasher. She looked around, unsure what to do next.

“Why don’t you freshen up and head to the playroom,” suggested Sean. “We’ll meet you up there. You may open the door and enter. You’ll find a pillow in the center of the floor. You will kneel on it and wait for us. You are to keep your eyes down and in front of you. No matter how curious you are, you are not to explore the room before we get there.”

She dawdled as long as she could, but finally she couldn’t put it off any longer and went to the playroom. The red light on the lock was now green. Clearly, she was expected. She pushed the door open. She could see the single cushion around ten feet from the door. She walked to it, letting the door swing shut behind her. Kneeling, she waited. And waited.

Surely, it would be okay if she looked around from a kneeling position. She didn’t have a clear mental picture of what she had been expecting, but it wasn’t this. She had certainly expected it to be a dark and shadowy place. Instead it was bright and cheerful due to the big skylight in the high ceiling. Criss-crossing below the ceiling were beams to which were attached various hooks and chains. She looked around. There was a padded leather table with lots of hinges and straps. And there was something she thought was a St. Andrew’s Cross. And she was pretty sure that was a spanking bench in the corner. Dominating the room, placed right in the center, was a bed. There were no bedclothes or pillows on it. But there were restraints attached to the frame.