Passion's Fury (The Doms of Passion Lake Book 2) (22 page)

“What your father did to you was abuse, pure and simple.  He controlled you to grind you down and keep you in your place.  Is that what you think we want from you?  Forced obedience?”

“No.  I know that isn’t what you want.”

“We want to control you to give you pleasure.  It’s as simple as that.  Now, we’ve given you three safe words.  Tell me what they are and when you use them.”

“Green is for when everything’s good.  Yellow is if I need you to slow down.  Red is for when I’m feeling overwhelmed and need you to stop and explain things.”

Caleb nodded.  “And where are you right now?”

“Green.”

“Excellent.”  He stared at her, his gaze suddenly dark, dominant.  Dangerous.  “Pull the skirt of your dress out from under you.”

Oh, my God!  That voice!  Where had
that
come from? 
It was low, deep, sandpaper rough, and almost unrecognizable.  Her belly flip-flopped and more moisture seeped out into her already soaked panties.  He was regarding her steadily with eyes that held no kindness, no reassurance, no uncertainty.  Nor were any of those things in his voice.  He merely waited for her to comply as if the notion that she would choose not to do so simply did not cross his mind.

“You want my bare ass on the sofa?”

One eyebrow quirked.  “Did I stutter?”

“No.  Sir, I just—”
Oh, my God, did I just call him Sir?  Seriously? 
Hastily, rocking her hips back and forth, she pulled her skirt out from under her butt cheeks.  The leather felt smooth and cool against her bare skin.

“Now bunch it up around your waist and spread your legs.  We want to see our pussy.” 

Biting her lip, her eyes never leaving his, she squirmed slightly, but did exactly as he instructed.

He held out his hand, palm up.  “Give me your wrists.”

Pressing her inner wrists together, she extended her arms and placed them in his hand.  His long, lean fingers closed around her wrists, holding them loosely, possessing her utterly with just the touch of his hand.  Heat uncoiled inside her, traveling straight to her nipples, her pussy, as if he were touching her there also.  Her heart was beating so hard, her entire body seemed to sway slightly with every thud.

She blinked up at him, the approval in his eyes warming her to her toes.  She felt as if she were teetering on the edge of a very sharp sword.

“Now.  Did I force you to do any of those things?” he asked, his voice so quiet she had to strain to hear it.

“No.  But that doesn’t necessarily mean that I actually wanted to do them.”

His lips quirked.  “Then why
did
you do them?”

He’s got you there. 
A sheepish expression crossed her face.

He just smiled.  “Your responses to my commands were the responses of a true submissive.  You may think you didn’t want to do them, but your body told me otherwise.”

She just stared at him, flummoxed.  “How?”

He tapped his finger against her wrist.  “Your pulse is racing a mile a minute.  Your skin is flushed a lovely shade of pink.  Your pupils are so enlarged, your eyes appear to be black.  Your little squirms and twitches, the unevenness of your breathing tell me you’re a little wary.  But your swollen pussy and gushing juice tell me your arousal is off the charts.  Even if you truly didn’t want to do the things I demanded, your submissive nature made the decision for you.  You
want
to turn your choices over to us.  You
need
to give your power to us on a visceral level that simply cannot be denied.”  He released her wrists, allowing her hands to fall into her lap.  “So, you see?  That puts you in complete charge of what ultimately happens to you.  And if you don’t like what’s happenin’ to you, you can stop it just by sayin’ your safe words.”

She ran her tongue over her suddenly dry lips in a futile attempt to moisten them.  “Can it really be so simple?” she wondered aloud.

“It can.  And it is.  We’re bigger than you and stronger than you.  We outnumber you, so we could force you to do anything we want.  But that’s not Dominance, that’s abuse.  There is no honor in that.  Submission cannot be forced, it must be freely given.  We ask for your submission so we can glorify you.  So we can remind you that we think you’re beautiful and that you belong to us.  It’s not you givin’ up something and us takin’ over.  It’s an exchange of energy.  And with that exchange comes a feelin’ of completion.  A feelin’ of fulfillment.  A feelin’ of utter rightness.  For all of us.    It all boils down to trust, the primary dynamic of any D/s relationship.  We trust you to use your safe words if you’re feelin’ overwhelmed.  And you trust us to honor your submission by allowin’ you the freedom to experience more pleasure than you’ve ever dreamed possible.  And to keep you safe while doin’ it.”

Safe.  A relative term.  And highly misleading. 
Because putting herself entirely into their hands meant trusting that they were capable of threading the labyrinth of emotions they would create within her as they guided her to climax after climax.  “You’re going to change who I am.”

“No, sugar.  We’re gonna change your perception of who you are,” Caleb corrected.  “Who you are is who you’ve always been and we suspect that, on some deep, secret level, you’ve always known it.  That’s why you’ve been so afraid of it.  You knew instinctively that if you allowed yourself to follow your natural proclivities, you would not be safe.  Because you didn’t trust any of the men you met to honor your needs.  Until you met us.”

He was right.  The instant connection she’d felt with Simon, Ash, and Caleb Rafferty and the subsequent sexual pleasure they had given her, had not only felt right and inevitable, it had felt safe and adventurous and liberating.  She was finally able to admit that she wanted to experience certain things when it came to sex.  That she
needed
to try certain things when it came to sex.

“Do you have any questions, little sub?”  Once again Caleb’s voice took on a glacial coldness that should have alarmed her.  Instead, it sent shivers of arousal up and down her spine, raising goose bumps on her arms.

“No, Sir.”

“Good girl.”  He rose from the ottoman.  Simon and Ash moved to stand beside him, their gazes fixed on her, hot, hard, and seething with hunger.  “Now, we will give you a choice.  We can either take you upstairs.  Or we can go downstairs.”

“W-what’s downstairs?”  The tiny catch in her voice sent lust flaring in their eyes.

A feral grin split Caleb’s lips.  “The dungeon.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

The dungeon!  Holy shit!  They have a dungeon? 
She gnawed on her lip.  But as terrifying as the thought of being taken to a real live dungeon was, she had to admit that her curiosity was running rampant.  The three Raffertys waited patiently as she dithered back and forth.  Color flooded her cheeks.  Her breathing was erratic. Her teeth savaged her lower lip.

“What’s it to be, darlin’?” Simon asked when the silence had stretched beyond endurance.  Their cocks were like granite and they could hardly wait to introduce their gorgeous little sub to the delights of a full BDSM scene.  And, actually, it didn’t really matter which room she chose, because both the bedroom and the dungeon were set up for all sorts of kinky play.  But Kylie didn’t know that, and her choice would reveal more about how ready she was than she realized.

‘Umm.”

“Umm is not an answer, love,” Ash said.  “Where do you want us to take you?”

“I think…” She paused.  They were right.  It all boiled down to a question of trust.  Did she trust them to give her what she needed?  What her body craved?  “I would like to go to…” Another pause.  She already knew the answers to those questions.  She wanted what these men were offering.  And she wanted it much more than she feared it.  Her trust in them was absolute.  And she was about to let them take her on the thrill ride of her life.  “The dungeon.”

Holy shit, did I just say that?

Simon let out a loud whoop and scooped her up off the couch, twirling around with her in his arms.  “Good choice, darlin’.  I promise you won’t be disappointed.”  He planted a kiss on her upturned mouth and carried her through the foyer and the dining room, into the kitchen, followed closely by Caleb and Ash, who opened a door leading down to a finished basement.  They passed through an enormous game room with a pool table, a video arcade, a fully-functional granite-topped bar, and a home theater at the far end with deep, comfortable, leather chairs and sofas.  Entering a hallway at the far end of the game room, they passed a full bathroom, a large room that appeared to be a home office for the three brothers, a suite of rooms that Ash said were his photography studio and dark room, to a door at the end of the hall.  Caleb entered the code into the keypad that unlocked the door and they stepped into a dark room that became even darker as the door closed.  Then the lights came on and Kylie gasped.

The dungeon was well named.  It looked like a medieval torture chamber, with a twelve-foot ceiling, stone walls, sconces shaped like flickering torches, and primitive looking furniture made of steel, leather and polished wood all designed for various types of imprisonment.  There was a big wooden X, or St. Andrews cross, with cuffs attached to the top and bottom ends for securing wrists and ankles.  There was a leather-padded sawhorse with restraints on the four legs, a strange steel contraption with various padded platforms.  Kylie recognized it as what one of the BDSM websites had called a fucking bench and another a spanking bench.  One long side wall was lined with floor to ceiling mirrors, the other was covered with spreader bars, a variety of paddles, floggers, hanks of colored rope, cuffs and other restraints.  There was a steel stockade with shackles for securing a kneeling sub’s wrists, ankles, and neck, and an adjustable rod at the back end parallel to the floor.  Another device, a tall steel rod with restraints for wrists and neck, and a spreader bar with restraints for the ankles stood on a sturdy tripod base.  An adjustable rod extended from the base rod at around knee height.  Another, tiltable rod was attached to it.

There were other pieces of furniture, too, most notably a large, heavy armoire against the wall opposite the mirrored wall and a doctor’s examination table in the corner with a sink.  But Kylie just noticed them in passing, because her entire attention was riveted on the super-king-sized, steel-frame bed that dominated the far wall.  The posts at each corner were connected along the sides of the bed by 3-inch square rails at least eight feet above the floor.  The tall, arched headboard was slatted with prison-like steel bars, as was the much lower foot.  There were restraint hoops at each corner and black shackles chained to the outer slats in both the head and foot board.  The mattress was covered with a dark brown leather sheet.  The only normal-looking piece of furniture was a plain, black wooden kitchen chair.  The room was darkly primitive, coldly industrial, and more than a little menacing. The overall effect was chilling and exciting all at the same time.

Simon bent down and deposited her on the leather sheet.  “Oh!” she cried out in surprise as the buttery soft leather caressed her bare bottom.  She ran her hand over the smooth surface.  “This feels so wonderful!  So…decadent.”  Simon reached behind her and unzipped her turquoise dress, lifting it over her head, leaving her completely naked.

“Okay, darlin’,” Simon said, watching as Caleb went over to the armoire and opened the doors to reveal an array of dildos, gags, and other things.  He returned carrying a plug of some sort, made of clear glass, and a small plastic bottle of what must have been lube.  He stopped beside Simon and handed him the bottle.  “Kylie, we are gonna give you a name that we will call you durin’ a scene.  We have selected ‘Little Bit’, mainly as a reminder to you that your issues with your body are not shared by us.  We love your body and consider it perfect.  When you hear that name, that’s your signal that a scene has begun and that you are to call us Sir.  Clear?”

“Yes, Sir.”  Suddenly she was having difficulty breathing.  She just stared at Caleb, drowning in the swirling turbulence of his gaze.  Her blood heated and raced through her veins like a river of molten lava.

“Give me your hand, Little Bit,” he ordered.

She held it out and he placed the glass object in it.  It was surprisingly heavy, around six inches long, shaped sort of like a straw mushroom, with a head that widened before contracting into a stem with a wide, flat round base.  A two-inch-long handle protruded from the base so the plug could be rotated, kind of like winding up a fishing reel.  She looked up to see all three men watching her.  Her belly knotted in an uncertain mixture of fear and anticipation. 
This thing is going in my butt!

“This plug is designed to stretch you so you can take our cocks inside your anal passage and feel nothing but pleasure,” Simon explained.  “The clear glass lets us see inside to make sure everything’s okay.”  He held out his hand.  Swallowing hard, she placed the plug on his palm.

“Now, Little Bit, get on your hands and knees on the edge of the bed, ass facing out.”

Kylie rolled over and rose up onto her hands and knees.

“Good girl.  Now, lower your shoulders to the mattress and arch your back.  That’s it, lift that gorgeous ass high in the air and spread your legs so we can see your pussy.”

With Simon’s assistance, she assumed the lascivious position, and was rewarded with the feel of his hands stroking the heated skin of her buttocks.  He bent over her, placing a tender kiss in the smooth indentation at the base of her spine, just above her ass crack. “I love this spot on a woman’s ass,” he murmured in appreciation.  At the same time, he slid his two middle fingers down through her slit, coating them with her sweet nectar.  “Jesus, darlin’, you’re so goddamn wet!”  Simon’s voice sounded strangled.  “I can’t wait to plug you.  But first, there’s the small matter of your punishment.”  His fingers sought her clit and began circling it slowly, making her hips jerk in response.  “I believe we owe you five strokes.  Do you remember what they’re for?”

“Um.”  She racked her brain, frantically trying to remember what she had done.

“Um is not an answer.”

“No, Sir,” she finally admitted.

“You disobeyed a direct order to keep your hands locked around the slats in the headboard,” he reminded her.  “Does that ring a bell?”

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” she argued.  “I just sort of…forgot.  In the heat of the moment.  The pleasure you all were giving me was so intense…”She just let her voice trail off, sensing his lack of sympathy.

“Nevertheless.”  His tone was implacable.  “That was the only order you were given.  The only thing you had to think about.  When we tell you to do something we expect to be obeyed.  So you have earned five strokes for disobedience, plus another five for talkin’ back just now.  This is a corrective measure designed to help your memory.  Clear?”

“Yes, Sir.” 
Holy shit! 
She bit her lip as goose bumps raced up and down her arms and back.  Caleb and Ash moved to stand closer to Simon, shoulder to shoulder, one on either side of him.  While he continued to circle her clit with his index finger, his two middle fingers danced around her entrance, bathing themselves in her moisture before slowly penetrating her, first one, then both.  She sucked in her breath.  At the same time, Caleb and Ash began tapping their hands lightly all over her ass cheeks.  Not hard.  Just enough to pink her skin slightly as blood rushed to the surface, warming her inside and out.

“This is not your punishment,” Ash said.  “We’re just preparing your skin to receive your punishment so it will hurt less.”  As both the force and speed of the taps increased, they began to sting slightly, spreading heat throughout her sex until her clit felt like it was burning.  Simon’s fingers inside her sheath were building her climax, tightening the coil deep inside her, until it was ready to snap.  Her breaths became little more than tiny, ragged gasps as the inferno engulfed her, flames soaring up into the sky as if she were in the middle of a bonfire.  She moaned and pressed her shoulders deeper into the bed, lifting her ass higher against their hands, seeking more of the sensations they were giving her.

And that’s when they quit.  Simon’s fingers withdrew from her cunt with a slurping sound.  Caleb and Ash stopped tapping, merely resting their hands on her ass cheeks, pressing the heat deeply into her flesh.  “Oh, baby,” Ash said admiringly, “you should see how gloriously red your ass is.  It’s positively glowing.”

She moaned and started to sink down onto her legs, when a sharp slap stung her right butt cheek.  “Oww!”

“Did we tell you to move?”  Caleb’s voice was cold and impersonal.  What she was coming to think of as his Dom voice.

“N-no, Sir.”  Swiftly she raised it back up, even higher.  “Sorry, Sir.”

“Yes, Little Bit, I’m sure you are.  However, you just earned an additional five swats.  That’ll be five from each of us.”

She stiffened, wanting to protest, but thinking better of it.

“I will go first,” Caleb said, “then Ash, then Simon.  Are you ready, Little Bit?”

Not on your life, buddy!  How could anyone ever be ready to be spanked? 
“Y-yes, Sir.”

Simon and Ash stepped aside and Caleb took up his spot to Kylie’s left, facing her ass, rubbing his big right hand over her heated cheeks.  Without warning, he delivered the first swat right on the fleshiest part of her right cheek, raising a handprint on her skin.

Kylie jerked and let out an “Oof!”  But somehow she managed not to scream as pain streaked through her, followed by a wave of fire that had her pussy throbbing.  Caleb squeezed and kneaded her inflamed butt, pushing the heat deeply into her flesh before delivering an equally painful swat to her left cheek.  One that brought tears to her eyes.  Then his fingers pushed through her slit and plunged into her dripping sheath and the pain flared into an overwhelming sensation of heat and pleasure.

“Oh, sugar, you are so fuckin’ wet” Caleb said, a note of admiration in his voice.  “Methinks you might actually be enjoying this.”

She let out a low groan followed by a loud yelp as two more swats swiftly followed, one to each cheek.  Again, he helped her process the sensations by stoking her arousal even higher, waiting while her body transmuted the pain into pleasure.  His finger began a rapid circling of her clit, until her breath was coming in gasps and moans as he built her toward orgasm.  And just as he delivered his last slap, she screamed and hurtled over the cliff into an orgasm that ripped her apart.

She was still convulsing with pleasure when Caleb withdrew his fingers from her sheath and stepped aside to let Ash take his place.  Immediately Ash deposited two slaps then slid the first two fingers of his left hand into her vagina, scraping his fingertips across her G-spot and sending her soaring into another massive climax while he delivered the rest of his five stinging slaps.

By the time Simon took over, her entire body was shuddering with aftershocks and she was sobbing so hard, breathing was a struggle.  Instead of fingering her to another orgasm, he hunkered down, slanted his head, and lapped up her syrup with his tongue.  He closed his lips around her clit and began flicking his tongue rapidly back and forth across it.  As he began to suckle the sensitive little pearl, Kylie let out a high, keening wail as pleasure bombarded her anew.  Her body went rigid and she exploded in yet another massive climax.  Immediately Simon rose, replaced his tongue with his fingers and coaxed continued convulsions of pleasure from her as he gave her the last of the fifteen slaps.  Five heavy, thudding blows that lifted her flesh, only to let it fall, jiggling, before being lifted again by the next blow.

Gasping for every breath, Kylie closed her eyes, struggling to gain control over her sobs.  Her ass felt like she’d fallen into a campfire, but she barely noticed, because she was consumed with pleasure, suspended in a torturous state of agony combined with an ecstasy unlike anything she had ever known.

Then Simon did something truly extraordinary.  Gripping her hips, he bent low and traced a long line of kisses across her scorching hot ass before parting her cheeks with his thumbs and placing his mouth over her puckered anus.  “God,” he groaned, “I love this hot little ass.”