Changing the Rules [Club Libertine 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (6 page)

“Scene?”

“The Dom and sub agree on a scenario such as the sub will receive a spanking and then suck the Dom’s cock while other club members watch. Whatever the scene, no matter how long or short, is agreed in advance by those involved, maybe not in exact detail. For example, a sub scening with a Dom for the first time might agree to sucking cock but no anal. Whatever. The agreement is between the participants.

“For a longer-term relationship, it’s traditional to have a contract which lays out each party’s hard and soft limits. For example, a hard limit might be ‘No golden showers.’”

“I should think not.”

Sean laughed. “It’s one of our hard limits, too. If you wanted to be peed on, you’d have to find yourself other Doms. Another hard limit for you might be no additional females.” Michelle nodded. “But, what if we wanted to introduce another man so you could experience being ‘air tight’ with a cock in every hole?” Michelle colored at his imagery, but she also felt a stab of arousal. How would that feel? Sean smiled knowingly. “Why don’t we put that down as a soft limit? You might not be ready for it ever, but a good Dom knows when to push his sub’s limits and when to not push.”

“You had this contact already drawn up. You two planned to force me into a corner where I’d have no option but to agree to this plan? Didn’t you?”

He looked at Michelle but wouldn’t meet her eyes. She seemed overwhelmed and suddenly Sean felt a wave of compassion sweep over him.

“I know you came straight from the airport and booked that crappy little motel room.”

“How?”

“I own a security company, remember. Sean knows and sees all. Anyway, I booked you a room. I’ll just go over the contract quickly. You must be exhausted. I’ll get one of our men to drive you to the motel to pick up your stuff and then take you to a decent hotel. Then he’ll return the rental car to the agency as you won’t need it anymore and there’s no use wasting money. You are broke after all. You can have a leisurely room-service dinner while you study the clauses and make whatever amendments you need. The car will return for you tomorrow morning at nine and take you to the doctor and then the spa and then to our home. Make sure you have packed up all your stuff. You won’t be going back.”

He got up and pulled out a file from the desk. Did they take subs so often they had a standard contract for them? Or had they planned to maneuver her into this role and she’d fallen for it?

“Don’t look at me like that. Part of our Dom training required us to think long and hard about our own limits, hard and soft. And so, yes, we developed this contract, with you in mind, at least on my part. I always hoped we’d have another chance together.

“This isn’t a ‘chance,’ Sean. I’m using my body to pay off a debt. Or rather I’m letting the two of you use my body. Don’t try to pretty it up. I’ve agreed to be a sex slave. It is what it is. I pay my debts, and I’ll do it to the best of my ability, and yes, I am sure I’ll get a lot of pleasure from it. I’m an adult, and it is my choice to do this. I’m not going to change my mind or accuse either of you of forcing me into this. I’m entering into this arrangement of my own free will, and I’m sure I’ll get a lot of pleasure being fucked by you both, but when it’s over, I’ll be walking away from the both of you forever.”

For a second, Sean’s face looked stricken. Then he schooled his features and placed a copy of the contract in front of her. Gone was chatty, casual Sean. In his place was formal, slightly scary Sean. Michelle almost didn’t recognize him. He seemed like a different man. She felt a shiver of excitement roll through her. Damn, what was wrong with her that she was excited by the thought of being dominated by Sean and Mac? Not that she’d ever give them the satisfaction of knowing.

“Call it what you will.” He shrugged. “When it comes to sex, we expect you to cede control of your body to us. As our sub, you are the one who conveys the power to us. Say ‘yellow’ and we’ll stop what we are doing and discuss what is making you uncomfortable and decide what action to take. That decision resides solely with me and Mac. We can override your yellow if we think you are using it to take control. We don’t allow topping from the bottom.

“‘Red’ will stop everything. You say ‘red’ during sex and it all ends. You leave. Period. No discussion. Understand?”

“Yes.” Michelle wasn’t sure if she was shocked or thrilled with this new darker Sean, or maybe she was just scared of him and her reaction to his words.

“While you are our sub, we would own your body from a sexual perspective. Not only would you not be allowed to interact sexually with another man without our express permission or instruction, but you cannot touch or pleasure yourself unless we direct you to. If we decide to punish you by withholding your orgasms, you’ll just have to wait until we decide to give you one. We’ll be responsible for your sexual pleasure. We’ll clothe you and bathe you and feed you during the month.

“If you turn to page one, you’ll see the list of categories of activities that must be reviewed and agreed to. Page two. Mac and I have a few hard limits. As I mentioned, we have no interest in urine or any other bodily fluid. We would never do anything to you with the intention of drawing blood or leaving a permanent mark on your body. We are fine with no other women being included in our play and will agree not to have sexual relations of any kind with another woman for the duration of this contract.

“You will obey us in all matters sexual. You’ll be our possession. We’ll own your body and be responsible for its care and maintenance. We’d own your pussy, your clit, your ass, your tits and so on. Everything. Can you handle that?”

Michelle could only nod.

“Outside the playroom or club you may call us by our given names. In the playroom or Club Libertine, you will address us as Sir or Master. In the club, particularly, you will show us the proper deference due our roles as your Masters, and you will not embarrass us in front of our fellow members. If you do, you will be publicly punished. Do you understand? These are hard limits that we will not compromise on.

“We expect your obedience and any infraction can and will be punished in a manner of our choosing that may include spanking with bare hand or an implement and/or the withholding of orgasms or the giving of continuous orgasms.”

“Um, excuse me, Sean, uh, Sir? What does the last one mean? How can the giving of orgasms be a punishment?”

“You don’t have to call me Sir or Master here. Just in the playroom or club. The giving of orgasms can be a punishment if it goes on too long. Can you imagine what it would be like to be forced to experience four, five, ten orgasms in a row without pause?” He looked at her and smiled as her eyes darkened with desire. She didn’t realize that too much pleasure could also cause pain.

“Other items to discuss. Bondage. We plan on restraining you whenever and however and wherever we like. We won’t accept any restriction on that.

“We also like to use ‘accessories’ and toys. This would include but not be limited to blindfolds, ear plugs, gags, clamps, clips, butt plugs, vibrators, dildos, and suchlike.

“We also enjoy public exhibition and will require you to be naked at times in the club or in front of selected friends of ours. We may also fuck you in front of these individuals.”

Her eyes grew wide at the thought. “Would, would they be allowed to touch me or fuck me, too?”

“Maybe. If we think you would get pleasure from it. Again, it is our responsibility as your Doms to determine what you need.”

“What if I say no?”

“We don’t intend to ask. We’ll be studying your body’s reactions closely. If, for example, you say you dislike being spanked, but we can see that you are aroused and your cream is running down your legs, you can be sure we’ll do it again, and push you further the next time. We’ll find your limits based on your body’s responses, not your mind’s artificial constraints.

“You should also be aware that the word ‘no’ or physically resisting us will be ignored. You will have two safe words which we will honor. If you have a problem with what we are doing to you, use your safe words. But remember, if you say ‘red,’ then this whole thing is over. Even if we are fucking you, we’ll pull out, send you to your room to get dressed, then we’ll call a car and have you driven to the airport. This will be over.”

“Just from saying ‘red’? What if I panic and don’t mean it?”

“Honey, safe words are serious business. We need to know that you mean them, and not have to second-guess. If you are just mad at us, then yell, tell us to fuck off, whatever. We’ll just ignore you and not take offense.”

“What if I can’t make it through the month?”

“You mean regarding the money?” She nodded. “Mac will cancel the notes. If he doesn’t for any reason, I’ll pay them off. I promise.

“Now your car is waiting to take you to the hotel for the night. We’ve taken the liberty of booking you into the Four Seasons. It’s much more comfortable.”

“Of course you have,” she muttered. Sean ignored her comment.

“Take your time reading the contract. Be very sure before you sign.”

* * * *

Sean walked into Mac’s office without knocking. Mac was knocking back a glass of whisky. Sean poured himself one.

“You were a little harsh, weren’t you?” he asked.

“Yes.” Mac was never easy to read, but after so many years of friendship, he could tell Mac was hurting.

“I still think it would have been a better idea just to tell her we still love her and maybe Serena coming to you was a sign that we could try it again.”

“We have already talked about this. She couldn’t take being with us both before. That’s a hard limit. She has to accept both of us and our needs.”

“And the way to get her to do that is blackmail her into letting us fuck her in your office within fifteen minutes of seeing her again?”

“She didn’t have to—”

“Yes, Mac. She did. And you knew it. She would do anything for her family. You took advantage of that. We both did.” Sean’s shoulders slumped.

“You want to cancel the contract and let her walk away from us again, Sean.”

“You know I don’t want that. Fuck it. In for a penny, in for a pound.” He knocked back the rest of his drink. “But if you plan doesn’t work, Mac—” Sean’s anguished voice trailed off and he turned abruptly and walked out, shutting the door firmly, but not quite slamming it.

Mac watched his best friend in the world leave, pain radiating from his body. Mac felt the same, he was just better at hiding it. Seeing Michelle had brought back every feeling he’d ever felt for her including the fear and hurt and pain that her leaving had caused.

One part of him would do anything it took to get her back. But, another was terrified to take a chance. What if she did leave them after thirty days? His shoulders slumped. Maybe he should have insisted on ninety days? Maybe he should just have gotten down on his knees and begged her to take them back.

He took his empty glass to the bar, debating a second, but he was a CEO with a big company to run. He couldn’t afford to mope or obsess or give into the big ball of fear in his stomach.

He couldn’t give Michelle the power to hurt him again. She made him weak and vulnerable. He desperately wanted to believe she let them fuck her because she wanted them, but Sean was right. She was here because he’d blackmailed her into coming. It was highly likely that no matter what he and Sean did in the next month, she’d still leave when it was over.

He would, he decided, approach the next thirty days like a hostile take over. He would keep his emotions totally in check, and be cold and ruthless until he successfully achieved his objective.

He sighed. If he was honest with himself, even he wasn’t entirely sure just what that objective was, if he thought there was the slightest chance she wanted to be with him and Sean, he’d move heaven and earth to make that happen. But he was terrified that nothing they could say or do would make her stay and she’d hate them even more because Mac had forced her into a corner. That part of him wanted to punish her for hurting them ten years ago and for how much it would hurt when she inevitably left them again even if it meant driving her away before the contract was up. At least he would have the cold satisfaction of being the one to make it happen instead of being blindsided.

Fuck it
. He poured himself another drink. I’m the boss, he thought ruefully.
I can have another drink if I want one. If only every decision in life was that easy.

Michelle sat in the large bed, wrapped in the big fluffy robe provided by the hotel, sipping a glass of wine, studying the contract. She’d gone through every section. As far as a sex contract went, their demands didn’t seem unreasonable when she saw the list of items they had crossed out. No breath play, no extreme implements of punishment such as single-tail whips, and no electricity. She figured she should count herself lucky they didn’t want to strangle or electrocute her.

But the contract. It seemed so cold blooded, the list of hard and soft limits and no limits. It went without saying that they expected her to agree to vaginal, oral, and anal sex. Any no-limit items were non-negotiable. That was clear. She’d never had anal. It scared her a bit, but if she signed the contract, she wouldn’t be given a choice. And the only time she’d worn clamps was the time with Mac and Sean when Mac had clamped her nipples, but they not only expected her to agree to nipple clamps but clit and pussy clamps as well. They wanted to be able to insert object such as dildos and vibrators inside her and fuck her with them at will. And there didn’t seem to by a type of restraint they didn’t like.