Safe Harbor (24 page)

It wasn’t just that, although that made up a large part of it. Then again, after seeing some of the party attendees she actually fell in the middle of the range in terms of body types. There were women—and men—much larger than her wearing much less and apparently completely comfortable with it. From the way they walked around, they obviously didn’t feel self-conscious, so why should she?

She closed her eyes, hooked her thumbs in the elastic waistband, and pulled them down. Mac knelt again, letting her brace herself on him. She didn’t open her eyes until he’d pulled the other skirt up her legs and into place. She felt a cool draft of air touch her admittedly damp sex.

When she dared open her eyes, Mac had stood and was smiling.

“You’re beautiful, sweetheart,” he whispered. He helped her out of the corset. When she moved to cover her breasts with her hands, he gently grabbed her wrists and pulled them away, bent in, and licked her right nipple, then her left.

He smiled. “Worth every fucking stroke and then some.”

He helped her with the halter top, fastening it for her. Then he stepped back and admired her. He grabbed her hand and placed it on the front of his jeans. She felt his large, rigid cock clearly outlined against the denim and straining for freedom.

“That’s what you do to me, babe,” he whispered. “No other woman here tonight does that to me. Next time you think about putting yourself down, you think about this.” He squeezed her hand, molding it around the shape of his stiff member. Then he let her go, grabbed both duffel bags, and led her back to the play space.

Sully was chatting with Alex when Clarisse emerged from the changing room with Mac. She couldn’t read the look that passed across Sully’s face, the mask that dropped into place.

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Tottering across the floor on Mac’s arm, she nervously stood in front of Sully and tried to decipher his expression. He held out his hand to her.

“Let’s go play, girl,” he softly said.

After an anxious glance at Mac, she put her hand in Sully’s and let him take charge of her. She stepped away from the safety of Mac’s side.

“Can you trust me?” Sully softly asked.

She didn’t have a choice. “Yes, Sir.”

He smiled as he stroked her cheek. “Good girl. Your safeword is red. If you say that, everything stops immediately. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He laced his fingers through hers and led her to what looked like a long trapeze bar. He nodded to Mac, who walked over to the wall and flipped a switch. A motor hummed to life and the bar descended a little, but still hung almost two feet above her head.

Sully stood in front of her. “Slave, bring me the suspension cuffs.”

His eyes never wavered from hers.

“Yes, Master.” Mac rooted through one of the bags and found what Sully had asked for, then presented them to him.

They didn’t look like the leather wrist cuffs she’d seen Mac wearing. They were different, heavily padded and with an attached, short metal bar running the width of the cuff.

As he strapped the first one onto her left hand, she realized the metal bar was a handhold built into the reinforced restraints. She could wrap her fingers around the bar and hold on.

“Suspension cuffs,” Sully said, answering her unspoken question.

“I had to order a smaller pair. I figured Mac’s would be too large.”

He strapped the other one on her and had her check the fit.

While Sully did that, Mac clipped two straps to the bar. They dangled from the bar, ending in unusual-looking snaps.

“Take her shoes off, slave,” Sully quietly ordered. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her as Mac complied. She closed her eyes

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and enjoyed his gentle kiss, soft and sweet, not as passionate as Mac’s had been at the store, but taking her focus off her nerves and anxiety.

When she stood barefoot in front of him, he lifted her left arm and clipped it to the bar, then tightened the strap to remove the excess slack. He repeated the action with her right.

Her heart thrummed in her chest.

“Reach up with your fingers. Feel the snaps.”

She did. What felt like no slack was actually just enough she could easily wrap her fingers around them.

“Pull down on the snaps,” Sully ordered.

When they came loose, it startled her. Mac put his hand in the center of her back to steady her. Good thing she wasn’t in the heels or she’d have tipped over.

Sully smiled and reconnected her. “Panic snaps. They release even if under tension. I wanted you to see that.”

It did settle her a little to know she wasn’t totally immobilized.

She trusted Sully and Mac to stop if she used a safeword, but knowing she had the power to get out if she wanted reduced her nervous tension.

The concrete floor felt cool under her feet. Sully stood before her and grabbed her chin, tipped her face to his. “Do you want to play, girl?” he softly asked.

She nodded.

His grip tightened. Not painfully, but authoritatively. “Say it.”

“I want to play with you, Sir.”

He leaned in and brushed his lips across hers. “If I ask you how you are, you say green, yellow, or red. You call yellow or red at any time you need to, understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He stepped away for a moment, then moved behind her. Mac took Sully’s place in front of her, standing so close she felt heat radiating from him even through his clothes. His brown eyes smoldered with passion.

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Then she felt Sully’s hands on her waist, his fingers gently raking her bare flesh between the skirt and top. Over her hips, across her ass, along her thighs. On the upward journey, he caught the hem of her skirt and pulled it up to her hips, exposing her.

She blushed.

Mac touched her chin. “Look at me,” he whispered.

She did, unable to look away if she wanted to.

Sully slowly caressed her legs, her ass, and traveled up to her hips.

When he pressed his body along her back, she knew she didn’t imagine the hard bulge she felt through his jeans. His hands skimmed around her waist, to her belly, and pulled her tightly against him.

“I’m going to play with you, girl,” he rumbled in her ear. “I want you to trust me. There will be a little pain, but I promise you a lot of pleasure in return if you take it for me.”

She shivered in his arms. “Okay.”

“Rest your head against my shoulder and close your eyes.”

She did.

“Keep them closed unless I tell you to open them.”

His hands skimmed up her tummy to her breasts, where he cupped his hands around them over her halter. His lips feathered along her neck, teeth gently nipping and grazing her skin. She felt a second set of lips brush across her collarbone, down her neck to between her breasts.

Mac.

Sully’s hands lifted from her breasts. She felt the halter being unlaced and opened. Sully’s hands returned, his fingers finding and tweaking her nipples, pinching them between his fingers, rolling them until they were hard peaks. Her hips involuntarily gyrated against Sully, wanting more as tingles of heat shot straight to her clit.

She softly moaned when Sully stepped back, allowing cool air to brush against her flesh. He slipped a blindfold over her eyes as Mac’s fingers replaced Sully’s on her nipples.

Sully gripped her ass in his hands and squeezed. “I’m going to

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start here, girl,” he said. Then he smacked her with his bare hand. Not hard, but enough to make her jump.

Mac stepped up his efforts in front of her as Sully spanked her.

Her body struggled to make sense of the conflicting messages, the pleasure of Mac’s fingers on her nipples dueling with the sting of Sully’s hand on her ass as he gradually increased the force of his strikes.

Then, both men stopped, almost shocking her system back to reality. Mac stepped in, cupped his hand around the back of her neck, and tipped her head forward so it rested against his shoulder. He left his hand in place as he whispered to her.

“How are you, girl?”

“Green,” she gasped.

She felt something hard, flat, and cool touch her ass. Then a stinging slap.

She realized it was a paddle. As she instinctively twisted her hips away from it, Mac’s other hand slid between her legs and played with her clit.

She moaned as the strokes from the paddle increased in severity and Mac’s fingers plunged deeper into her sex. She gyrated her hips, trying to get closer to Mac, to draw him in even deeper.

“Does that feel good, baby?” Mac whispered in her ear.

“Yes!”

After a moment, Sully stopped and Mac withdrew his hand. She moaned in disappointment. Sully grabbed her hair and gently tugged so she had to tip her head back.

“You want more, girl?” His voice had dropped in tone, deeper, serious.

“Yes!”

“I give you more pleasure, you have to take more pain, too. One doesn’t come without the other tonight.”

Fuck
yeah. So far, he hadn’t actually hurt her, the sting from the paddle already dissipating.

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But dammit, her clit throbbed almost painfully, begging for relief.

“Yes!”

He nipped her earlobe. “That’s my good girl.” He stepped away.

With the blindfold on, she couldn’t tell where either man stood.

After a moment, she jumped when she felt something touch her clit.

Sully spoke in front of her. “I’m having slave deliver these blows.”

He kissed her, then whispered in her ear, “If you want to be with us in all ways, you will have to get used to us both topping you.”

“Yes!”

She felt Mac stroke her ass with his hand, lovingly, tenderly. Then he laid something she suspected was a riding crop along her backside.

“Now,” Sully said. Her world lit up behind the blindfold as a powerful vibrator kicked on and Mac simultaneously smacked her ass with something much more stingy than the paddle.

Sully whispered in her ear. “Do not come, girl.”

She whined, wanting it, needing it, and felt another stingy blow across her ass. The pain tempered her pleasure just enough she could gain a foothold on her climbing orgasm, but as she tried to twist her hips away from the vibrator, Mac smacked her ass again and pushed her back onto it.

“Do not come,” Sully warned again, louder, deeper.

She felt her tears starting, more from frustration than pain, from desperation for relief and even more desperate to obey Sully.

Mac alternated the strength of the blows, ones that barely made contact with stinging, painful swats that made her yelp and pushed her harder onto the vibrator Sully pressed against her clit.

She couldn’t take it anymore. “Please, let me come!”

“Beg me.”

“Sir, please! Let me come! God, let me come!”

Mac smacked her harder, then stroked her ass with his hand.

“No,” Sully whispered, one hand teasing her nipples, alternating from one to the other. “You cannot come yet. You haven’t begged enough.”

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“Please!” She sobbed, desperate. “Please!”

The pain and pleasure melded into one as she struggled to obey.

Just as she knew she couldn’t hold on any longer, Mac stopped and stepped closer. He wrapped his arm around her waist.

“Come, girl,” Sully commanded.

She screamed, the strongest orgasm she’d ever had in her life exploding within her, her knees unhinging, but Mac holding on with both arms around her.

Just as she started to come down from that, Sully pressed the vibrator more firmly against her. “Again. Come now, girl!” he ordered.

She sobbed as she felt another one hit her, not as powerful as the first, but almost, robbing her of strength. Her oversensitive clit screamed in protest as he wiggled the vibrator against her at the same time Mac pinched her nipples. “One more, girl. Come now!”

Clarisse went limp in Mac’s arms as the climax washed through her. Then Sully shut off the vibrator and unclipped her arms. He took her from Mac and carried her to a nearby chair. There, he cuddled her to his chest as he sat and soothed her. Mac removed her blindfold and draped a blanket over her. Sully tucked it tightly around her.

He kissed her forehead. “Very good, girl,” he murmured. “That was my very, very good girl.”

Clarisse felt like she’d been ripped apart at the seams. She closed her eyes and cried, with relief, with happiness, with emotions she couldn’t even begin to identify. It felt cathartic, a release she’d never experienced before, beyond the physical, beyond the emotional.

Sully gently rocked her in his arms. “It’s okay,” he whispered, his face buried in her hair. “Let it all out, baby. It’s okay.”

She stayed curled into a tight ball in his arms, not wanting to move, not wanting the moment to end, not wanting to think, wanting just feel and enjoy the avalanche of emotions flooding through her.

To let him take care of her.

Mac reached under the blanket, found her wrists, and removed the

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cuffs. Then he rubbed her wrists. She suspected she’d be sore there tomorrow, and her arms, not to mention her ass, but…

Damn.
Well worth it.

She looked at Sully. She read worry in his grey eyes.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked.

“Yeah.”