Safe Harbor (25 page)

He kissed her forehead again and snuggled her more tightly to him. “I hope you still like me in the morning.”

She smiled. “I will.” Mac also looked worried, but she crooked her finger at him and he leaned in for a kiss. “Thank you. Both of you.”

He smiled as he laced her halter top for her. “I’d say my pleasure, but I think you had the most fun.”

Letting her head rest against Sully’s firm chest, she closed her eyes. “That was…wow.”

“Wow’s a common reaction,” Sully joked.

After she felt comfortable enough to sit up, Sully turned her over to Mac. “Go clean her up and let her put her underwear back on.”

At her startled look, Sully laughed. “I saw the panty lines, sweetie.

Get her something to eat, too.” He squeezed her shoulder as he stood and walked over to a man trying to get his attention.

Mac had apparently gathered their gear while she recovered with Sully, because someone else now occupied the bar. Nestled snugly under Mac’s arm, Clarisse tightly wrapped the blanket around her and let him lead her through the dressing room to the private bathroom.

“Do you want to take a shower?”

“No, I’m okay.” He had her bend over the counter as he slathered lotion onto her flesh. The cool feeling of the lotion, combined with his gentle fingers, stirred her need again.

Then she winced as he went over a sore spot.

“Sorry, sweetie. I didn’t cut you, thank God. A couple of those strokes I was afraid were too hard.”

She turned to look in the mirror after he finished. Her pink ass

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was marked by darker red and purple stripes. Mac followed her gaze.

“You’ll be sore in the morning,” he said with a teasing smile.

He helped her change clothes and put her shoes back on. “Now what?” she asked.

“You need to get some water in you so you don’t get dehydrated.

And some food.”

“After that?”

Hugging her, he playfully waggled his eyebrows. “I get the shit beat outta me.”

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Mac let her lean on him for support as they returned to the main play space. By this time, more people were using various pieces of equipment. With her experience out of the way and her nerves settled, Clarisse now had peace of mind and more than a heaping bucket of curiosity. Yvette had Mike kneeling on the floor, apparently free of his humbler but wearing wrist and ankle cuffs and a full hood. She’d attached a leather leash to his collar.

Doreen flounced over as Mac helped Clarisse get food from the buffet. “How are you feeling? Did you have fun?”

Not wanting to be rude, but not really wanting to talk yet, Clarisse settled for a nod.

Doreen grinned. “You’re a lucky girl! I get to play next.” Alex called to her from across the room. Doreen slapped a hug around her before heading off.

Clarisse followed her progress. Sully and Alex stood next to a bench.

She felt her mellow harshing as Doreen stripped and eagerly took her place on the bench while Sully and Alex worked to bind her.

Sensing her discomfort, Mac guided her over to chairs lined along the walls, near the buffet. “You need to eat, sweetie.”

Jealous?
Hell
, yes. The thought of Sully talking to some other woman the way he’d talked to her, touching her…

Stupid. He’s not yours to be jealous over.
That didn’t stop her from feeling jealous.

Mac couldn’t distract her no matter how hard he tried. Bless his heart, he tried damn hard, too. Sully and Alex tormented Doreen,

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Sully spanking her with his bare hand and implements for a while before breaking out the vibrator. After nearly a half-hour, Doreen begged her head off, pleading, crying.

Clarisse finally looked away when Sully leaned in and whispered something to Doreen, and she cried out as her climax hit her.

She couldn’t stand seeing Sully with her like that. The warm fuzzies she’d felt after her session with him disappeared like dandelions in a hurricane.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” she said to Mac. He helped her stand and walk to the bathroom, then stood outside waiting for her.

She had promised herself she wouldn’t do it, would try to play by their rules, but she cried anyway. The bubblegum and daisies upside to this arrangement—two sweet, hunky men who would let her spend the rest of her life with them—had a dark and thorny underside. She could accept the BDSM aspect of it. If what she’d experienced was as bad as it got, no problem.

But if she wanted to be a part of them, she couldn’t share them.

Not like that.

Mac knocked on the door. “You okay, sweetie?”

“Yeah, I’ll be done in a minute.” She used the bathroom, splashed cold water on her face, and tried for a smile she hoped appeared genuine. When she emerged, Mac looked concerned.

Sully walked over. “You okay?”

“Yeah.”

He frowned, but didn’t press her for more. He stepped around her and into the bathroom, closed and locked the door behind him.

Probably washing his hands.

That thought nearly drove her to tears again.

Mac sensed her change in mood. “Honey, talk to me.”

“I’m okay.”

“Please?”

“Mac, I’m fine!” she snapped. “Quit asking.”

He shook his head. “You don’t look fine.”

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Alex had Doreen wrapped in a blanket while he talked to her and held her. Mac probably felt okay with it because Doreen was a woman. She wondered if he’d be as accepting of it if Sully played with other guys.

Over the next hour, Sully took part in several scenes with people, helping out the way he had with Alex and Doreen. Each time he touched someone else, Clarisse felt her stomach knot in an ugly way.

Mac tried to keep her talking and laughing, but he finally fell silent when he realized she wasn’t in the mood for his playful commentary.

After the last scene, Sully disappeared to the bathroom yet again.

Clarisse stood and perused the buffet under the pretense of looking for a snack. She jumped when Sully touched her shoulder.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” She pulled away from the men and tottered over to the large cooler where bottles of water had been put on ice. Mac swooped in and opened the cooler for her, fished one out of the icy water, opened it and handed it to her.

“Thank you.”

He didn’t ask again. When she glanced at him, and at Sully, they wore nearly identical expressions—concern. Sully didn’t turn his focus from her. “Slave, go get our things and get ready.”

“Yes, Master.” He walked off with one last look at Clarisse.

Sully guided her over to the seats and sat with her. “Talk to me,”

he softly commanded.

Her eyes flicked over to Doreen and Alex before returning to him.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not lying. I’m just tired, that’s all.”

“Do you want to leave?”

No, I just want the image of your hand up Doreen’s twat bleached
from my mind.
“Not until after Mac gets to play.”

He studied her for a moment. “Okay. Would you like to help me with him?”

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That little nugget was enough to surprise her out of her funk.

“Help?”

His lips curved into a smile. “You’ll be the first person I’ve ever had help me top him. It’s going to be intense for him tonight, regardless. You won’t get safeword rights. All you can do if you can’t take it is step away out of the scene. I owe him a big one though, and I want him to enjoy it.”

Her mouth dried. “What do I have to do?”

“What I tell you to do.”

It would take her mind off her jealousy. “Like what?”

He shrugged, his face clouding for a moment. That’s when his gaze dropped to his hands. “There are things I don’t do for him, even under boat rules.” He looked at her. “If you want to, I’ll let you.”

For someone who normally acted pretty straightforward, his waffling behavior was starting to piss her off. “Just say it.”

“I’m not going to lie to you. I’m going to savage him pretty brutally. He needs it. He expects it. It would make it even better for him if you’d go down on him. He loves you. It would send him into orbit. I’m not gagging him tonight, so he’s going to cry, and he’s going to scream.”

Her heart pounded. Sully’s eyes focused on her, trying to read her reaction.

She nodded.

“Good.” He stood and offered her his hand. “Let’s take care of our boy.”

The trapeze bar, as she thought of it, lay vacant again. Mac emerged from the dressing room with their duffel bags. He’d changed clothes.

Well, clothes being a relative term because he was naked except for his collar, suspension cuffs like the ones she’d worn, and a leather harness around his waist that ran between his legs.

Clarisse stood leaning against the wall where Sully had left her.

Mac’s eyes held hers as Sully adjusted the bar height and hooked Mac

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to it. She realized he used different straps with Mac than he had with her. They still had panic snaps, but configured differently, where Mac couldn’t reach them to release himself. Sully also cranked the bar much higher than he had for her, so Mac’s arms were tightly stretched high over his head.

Mac didn’t look away from her until Sully put a blindfold on him.

He whispered into Mac’s ear. She watched as Mac’s cock, fitted through a ring in the harness, slowly inflated. He rotated his left wrist, the whole cuff twisting.

Sully continued talking to him as he slid a hand across Mac’s chest. He twisted first one nipple ring, then the other.

Mac’s cock stood fully erect.

Letting his hand slowly trail down Mac’s abs, Sully gripped Mac’s cock and squeezed, hard. Mac winced, but nodded. “Yes, Master,” she heard him say.

Sully stepped away from Mac and unbuttoned his shirt, then draped it over a nearby chair where he’d laid out several vicious looking implements. He motioned Clarisse over to him.

He leaned in and whispered, “Take off your shoes, sweetie.”

She gratefully kicked them off.

“You stand in front of him. I want you to play with his nipples, rake your nails over him, but don’t go near his cock and balls until I tell you to. You can kiss him too, if you want. When I’m ready, I’ll point at the floor, and then you can go down on him. Don’t do it sooner.” He reached over and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“I want to.”

“Do you want a towel to spit in?”

Time to dish a little back at him. “I’ll take a towel, but I’m a good girl. I swallow.”

Sully’s lips pressed together before he burst out laughing and hugged her. “I love you, sweetie. You’re adorable.”

She stood in front of Mac and waited for Sully to get into position.

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Sully leaned forward and softly spoke in Mac’s ear. “I have a surprise for you, slave. You get punishment and a reward tonight.”

Mac cocked his head toward Sully’s voice but didn’t ask questions. Clarisse heard Sully’s bare hand strike Mac’s ass. Mac’s jaw tensed, but he didn’t make a sound.

When she reached out and gently brushed her fingers against his nipple rings, he gasped, startled. “Clarisse?”

She leaned in and kissed him. Sully stepped up the tempo and strength of his blows as he reddened Mac’s ass with his hand. As she twisted Mac’s nipples harder, he softly moaned.

Sully switched to a heavy flogger, striking Mac’s back and shoulders as well as his thighs. She drew her nails across his flesh, not hard, but enough to coax noises out of him that Sully’s strikes didn’t.

Even though she was aware of people standing around watching, her eyes never left Mac’s face. His mouth parted, his tongue occasionally flicking out to lick his lips during a lull in Sully’s strokes. At one point Sully stopped. He stepped behind Mac, tightly grabbed his hair and yanked his head back.

“Where are we, slave?”

“Green, Master,” he gasped.

Sully bit his neck, hard, leaving a mark behind. Then he took a bottle of water and held it to Mac’s lips, let him have a sip before he started in on him again. He switched to a paddle, the loud strikes making Clarisse wince in sympathy. Next came a riding crop. Mac couldn’t help but respond at this point, twisting against the blows, mixed sounds of pain and pleasure flowing from him. Sully switched to a cane. That’s when Mac’s cries turned anguished even as his cock throbbed hard between his legs, drops of clear pre-come coating the engorged head.

“Do not come, slave,” Sully firmly commanded as he savaged Mac’s ass with the rattan cane. “Do not come or I will use this on your fucking cock.”

Mac jerked against the restraints, the equipment rattling, his

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fingers tightly wrapped around the bars inside the suspension cuffs, but he didn’t call red.

“Who do you belong to?” Sully barked.

“You, Master.”

“What are you?”

“I’m your slave, Master. I belong to you.”

“Who does this ass belong to?”

“You!”

Mac’s face twisted in pain with each stroke. When Clarisse rubbed her thumbs over his nipples, Mac gasped with need.

Sully took several hard strokes with the cane, harder than the others, before he stepped close again.

“How are we?”

Mac panted for breath. He rotated his left hand.

“Say it.”

He finally did, even though his voice sounded low and slurred.

“Green, Master.”

Sully immediately started on him again with the cane. She pressed her lips to Mac’s, surprised when he eagerly kissed her back, fiercely, as if she offered and relief from the onslaught.

She felt his moans against her tongue even as he kissed her, until Sully finally ended the set with the cane.

Sully spoke again. “Girl, do not step to either side of him without raising your hand first to let me know you are.” That was all the warning she had before she heard the loud crack of a whip. Mac screamed, jumping, straining against the restraints and rattling the entire bar again.

Sully stepped in and pushed Mac’s feet farther apart with his. “Do not move, slave. You earned punishment, remember?”

Another crack, and Mac screamed again, his head dropping to Clarisse’s shoulder.

“Safeword if you have to, slave,” Sully commanded.

Mac rotated his left hand.

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Sully grinned. “I didn’t think you would.” He struck him four more times. “Safeword yet?”

Mac rotated his left hand even as his hips thrust in empty air, his cock rigid and nearly purple.

Sully adjusted his position and started regularly timed strokes.

Mac cried out, cried, shivered. Clarisse cupped the back of his neck with her hand, cradled his head on her shoulder as best she could, tried to soothe him as he screamed with each stroke.

Sully stopped after a few minutes. “Step back, girl,” Sully softly ordered.

Reluctant to let Mac go, she did. Sully walked around the front of Mac and grabbed his chin. “Surrender yet? Want me to continue?”

He rotated his wrist.

“Say it!” Sully yelled at him as he released Mac’s chin.

Mac’s head hung, sweat dripping from him. “Green,” he muttered, his voice slurred.