Authors: Lila Dubois
DangerousLust (10 page)
“No, Leona. I won’t let you go. Because you see, Brad
figured out your desires. Though you tried to hide it he could tell.”
I looked at Brad. “Is that why you asked me to the gala?”
Brad shook his head. “No. When I saw your…” He looked away,
the muscles in his jaw flexing. “When I saw your ass I realized you’d been
caned. That was the last piece of the puzzle. There was one time when you were
in my car and I grabbed your wrist and said something and you got really still.
I realized you were responding because I had said it like an order while
holding you, instead of asking politely. At first I thought I was imagining it,
that maybe seeing all the submissive stuff when I was working for Wayne, I mean
Clay, had warped my mind.
“At the gala I saw Wayne when I was taking you Champagne.
When I got there you had this weird expression on your face. I figured I was
wrong, that it was too much of a coincidence.” Brad’s gaze shifted from me to
Clay. “But I know caning is Clay’s preferred form of punishment. As soon as you
ran away from me at the beach I came here.”
Master Clay was still stroking my cheek, still pulling on my
nipples. “And I had realized that you were aroused by the person you were
talking to via text message that night. When Brad showed up and said that he
was falling in love with you, and demanded that I turn you over to him, I
double-checked the video I kept, only then realizing it was Brad’s number. What
a small world Los Angeles can be.”
Master Clay continued talking, but one thing he said had my
heart skipping a beat. I bit my lip and looked at Brad. “You’re falling in love
with me?”
Brad started to smile but then Master Clay tightened his
grip on my wrists and held me by the neck once more. Reflexively I dropped my
eyes.
“Dammit, Wayne. Let her go. She’s mine.”
A shiver worked its way down my back at Brad’s words.
“I’m afraid what I said earlier was true.” Master Clay’s
tone was frighteningly casual with a hint of regret. “Leona is a rare find, and
if properly trained will be a submissive of unparalleled obedience and
elegance.”
“Well, fuck you and fuck that, because she’s not
submissive.”
I looked at Brad. That was a stupid thing to say when I was
kneeling mostly naked on a display platform in the middle of a room full of
kinky sex toys being held in position by a man I called “Master”. Brad caught
my gaze and rolled his eyes. For a moment he was back to being the smart,
geeky, funny boy who I was falling in love with.
“I mean she’s not just submissive, she’s more and she’s
less. Leo, baby, look at me.”
I focused on him. I was so confused by what was happening
that I was no longer embarrassed. This other version of Brad, the intense,
serious Brad, demanded my attention and I felt compelled to obey. “You’re not
submissive. What you are is scared of having your heart broken, and you’re
kinky. Somehow those got combined in your head to make you think that you’re a
submissive. But I guarantee you that if we went out to a bar and I pointed out
a cute girl and said ‘let’s have sex with her’, you would get into it. It
wouldn’t be an order. It wouldn’t be a command from your master. It would just
be you and me doing kinky shit.”
I could picture Brad and me sitting together in a dark bar,
my legs draped over his as we scanned the room looking for somebody sexy enough
for us to take home.
Desire flooded me and I shivered. Master Clay tugged on the
nipple clamps and I arched my back, moaning.
“See?” Brad said.
My eyes popped open when I realized how obvious my response
had been. Heat flooded my cheeks and I dropped my gaze.
“Well, it appears that I might have no choice but to give
you up, my pretty Leona.” Master Clay released my neck and wrists. I dropped my
arms to my sides, unsure what to do. Confusing as it had been to have Master
Clay touching me, it was worse to be kneeling here naked and unsure. I started
to cross my arms over my breasts, but Brad reached out, taking my wrist. My
gaze flew to his.
“If this is what you really want, then I’m game. I can use
you like this and we will both enjoy it, but I think that there’s more, that we
can have more fun, more pleasure, by just being us.”
He released my wrist and grabbed the chain between the
nipple clamps, tugging it. I dropped my head back, moaning. Brad jerked the
leash, pulling me off balance, but I shouldn’t have worried because he caught
me, wrapping his arms around my back and dragging me off the platform onto the
couch. My nipples were still pinched in the clamps, but now were also pressed
against his chest. He was warm and hard and smelled good. This was it. This was
what I wanted. I tangled my fingers in his hair, happy, so happy, that I could
touch him.
I kissed him, taking the initiative. That was something I
would have given up—being able to demand kisses when I wanted. Or maybe I would
have had to give up being kissed, since Master Clay hadn’t ever put his lips on
mine. Brad tangled his hand in my hair as he deepened the kiss.
By the time we broke apart we were both panting. I wiggled
forward until I could feel the ridge of Brad’s cock through his jeans.
“Why did you run?” he asked.
“You deserve a normal girl. A nice girl. I’m not the
girlfriend type.”
“Those other guys must have seriously messed you up.” He
tucked my hair behind my ear. “As far as I’m concerned you are the girlfriend
type. My girlfriend. And no one is normal, some people are just better at
hiding their freak flag.”
“Like you are? If I’d known you were into this…” I trailed
off, suddenly aware that Master Clay was still in the room.
Brad stroked my cheek. “When I started to wonder if you were
into being submissive I should have pushed. Honestly, I thought you were either
playing hard to get or sleeping with someone who you hadn’t broken up with
yet.”
“I shouldn’t have been flirting with you when I’d just
started training with Master Clay. I resolved not to mess around with frat boys
and then there you were, all cute and sexy and fun.”
“I wasn’t in a frat.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Leona raises an interesting point.” Master Clay’s tone was
tinged with annoyance.
I shivered and pressed closer to Brad. He rubbed my back and
I relaxed.
“Leona and I have a contract.”
“Shit,” Brad muttered.
I frowned. “What contract?”
Master Clay took a seat beside Brad and it made me nervous
that he was once more so close. “Did you read the contract page at the end of
the checklist?”
I vaguely remembered a page of text at the end of the
checklist that I’d signed, but that wasn’t a contract.
“I didn’t sign a contract.”
“You did. The checklist is a contract. The final page has
several rules, including that you agree not to have sexual contact with anyone
else for the duration of the contract. Which, in your case, was two months.”
I stared at Master Clay in shock. During a chat before we
met he’d mentioned that while I was training with him I wasn’t supposed to have
sex with anyone else, and I wouldn’t have slept with Brad while I was still
seeing Master Clay, but that had been about common decency and safety, not a
contract. Or so I’d thought.
Brad touched my cheek. “Did you sign anything, Princess?”
“Yes, but it was…” I looked between Brad’s grim face and
Master Clay’s smile. “It can’t be legal,” I sputtered.
“For approximately the next six weeks you agreed not to have
any sexual contact outside of our play time and also make yourself available to
me at least three times a week.”
“You’re just trying to scare her,” Brad said.
“I’m simply reminding her, both of you actually, that while
your little love story is touching there are other obligations that must be
addressed.”
“So what, you’d force me to keep coming here?” I was getting
angry and weirdly more turned-on. “I’ll use the safeword the instant I walk in
the door.”
“I’d suggest you watch your tone.” Master Clay leveled a
cold stare at me. I dropped my eyes, the fire of defiance sputtering and dying.
My heart was thumping against my ribs. I shouldn’t have spoken to Master Clay
like that.
“Enough, Clay. Leona, baby, it’s okay. I saw him do this to
another girl. It’s about business. He wouldn’t really force you to keep coming
here. He can be a bit of an ass but he’s not a rapist. He is, however, serious
about his contracts. What we have to do is buy your contract, offer him something
in exchange for ripping up whatever you signed.”
“Can’t we just go?” I asked in a whisper.
“Sure, baby, and if that’s what you want that’s what we’ll
do.” Brad kissed me softly.
“If you do that,” Master Clay said, clearly having heard
despite my whisper, “I might no longer feel so friendly toward Brad.”
What did that matter?
Brad’s lips tightened. “You can be an ass, Wayne.”
With a start I realized what was going on. If Master Clay
was the one who’d recommended Brad for the LACMA job, and the one who’d made
him so rich that he could buy a fancy car, that meant that if Master Clay
stopped being friends with Brad, Brad’s business might really suffer.
I leaned away from Brad. “You should go.”
“It’s just money,” Brad said.
I stared at him. “That is…a very stupid thing to say.”
Master Clay laughed softly and Brad shrugged.
“Just get out of here,” I said. “I’ll call you later.”
“You seriously think I’m going to leave and let Clay put his
hands on you again? I don’t think so. I barely stopped myself from punching him
earlier.”
I wanted to tell Brad that it was my choice, that I could
take care of myself. But I didn’t say anything. The part of me that had so
longed to give up control and be a sub was screaming at me to trust Brad, to
let him take over. The part of me that enjoyed really kinky shit was reveling
in this mess of a situation. Here I was, being held by the boy I liked, who was
into kinky stuff just like I was, but we couldn’t be together because I was
contracted to be the submissive to a powerful man who had control over both of
us. It was both romantic and fucked up—and I liked it.
Brad’s gaze met mine and there was a seriousness in his eyes
that drew me in. He eased me away from his chest, examining me from head to
belly, eyes lingering on my breasts.
“All right, Clay, let the negotiations begin. What do you
want?”
“And would you be willing to have this conversation
somewhere else?”
“No.”
“Figures.” Brad rubbed my back a final time and gave a
gentle tug to the nipple clamps. “On your knees, baby.”
The order coming from Brad made me want to grab him by the
hair and kiss him until we both passed out from lack of oxygen.
I slid off of his lap onto the floor, making sure his legs
were between me and Master Clay.
“And?” Master Clay said.
Brad sighed, then cupped my chin and forced me to look at
him. “For right now I need you to be the perfect sub. Do you understand?”
I shook my head. What was he getting at?
Brad’s jaw clench and he looked at Clay before turning back
to me. “He invited me here are a guest, but you’re still his sub, at least
until we work something out. Whatever his rules are, you need to follow them.”
I risked a glance at Master Clay, who crooked his finger at
me. I wanted to look at Brad, to see what his reaction was before I moved.
When I hesitated Brad leaned forward and kissed the side of
my head. “I want you all to myself, but I totally respect the game that you’re
playing with Master Clay. If you don’t want to play anymore we’ll get up and
walk out of here. Otherwise you need to act like nothing has changed.”
I touched his jeans-covered calf, needing the contact. “You
won’t…you won’t think I’m a slut?”
“Nope. I think it’s hot that you’re kinky.”
“But, but what if I enjoy it?” I jerked my head toward
Master Clay, hoping Brad understood my concern. I was now very wet, and as
frightening as he was I knew that when Master Clay touched me I’d respond.
“You’re supposed to enjoy it,” Brad teased.
“I think what Leona is afraid of is that now that you are
here, and not only her body but her emotions are involved, she will not be able
to hold back. Though I’ve pushed her there’s a part of her I haven’t been able
to touch. With you here I expect that last bit of control will disappear.”
“That’s why you’re pushing this, isn’t it?” Brad asked.
Master Clay shrugged. “As I said, Leona has the potential to
be a truly elegant submissive. I’d like to see it, even if I do not have the
opportunity to train her long-term.”
The way Master Clay was talking about me was making me wet.
The numbness I’d felt when arriving was long gone, as was the fear of Master
Clay that had me shying away from him. I pictured myself between the two of
them, being fucked by both, and shivered.
“Leona.” My name was a command on Master Clay’s lips.
This time I didn’t hesitate. Still on my knees, I scooted
past Brad’s legs until I was kneeling between them, facing the empty space on
the couch.
“On your feet, arms behind your back, legs spread.”
I obeyed, squashing little twinges of embarrassment and
nervousness. Focusing on the back of the couch, I once more raised my arms,
lacing my fingers behind my neck. The leather collar was smooth under my palms.
“Brad, would you like to take the lead?”
“You’ll let me?”
I remained still, my legs less than a foot from each man as
they discussed what they were going to do with me and to me.
“I will.”
“Then yes. She’s mine. I’ll take the lead.”