Loving Two Doms (Club El Diablo) (22 page)

Krispin wasn’t worried and only laughed. “You two are priceless. She’ll be fine. Angela really likes her and who better to show her the ropes?”

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Jewel

“Strip.”

Angela calmly began removing her clothes, folding them neatly, and then placed them on a shelf to the side of the play area.

When they first walked over, Jewel tried not to stare around her at the nudity displayed, but Lydia’s words helped her feel less self-conscious. “Most of the nude people are exhibitionists and don’t mind if you look. The ones who aren’t are often brought in by their Master or Mistress as punishment. Either way it’s okay to look.”

Now Jewel found herself watching Angela while Lydia secured arm and ankle cuffs to her limbs and then secured her to what looked like an old fashioned pommel horse. Angela’s ass was in the air with her legs spread wide.

“Stay with her, but don’t talk. I need to grab my bag from the office.”

Jewel couldn’t believe she was alone with Angela’s bare ass and other female unmentionables facing her direction. She was glad Angela didn’t talk to her, because she didn’t know if she was capable of answering. Playing with a few kinky toys during the night she spent with Matt was nothing compared to this.

Lydia finally came back carrying a bag similar to Matt’s. She didn’t smile or even nod. The Domme was all business and scarier than hell. She walked up to Angela and placed a sudden sharp swat on her ass. “Did you miss me?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good, I’ve missed you too. Your Master’s not a very nice man.”

“No, Mistress.”

“He doesn’t want you having an orgasm until his return. He even mentioned a chastity belt.”

Angela didn’t say a word this time.

“Ha, I knew that would get you. I told him if he wanted to put you in one he could do it before he left, but I wasn’t doing his dirty work.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Don’t thank me yet. I’m going to drive you crazy and trust you keep your Master’s edict.” Lydia removed a short whip from her bag. “Let’s warm you up first, little bird, and then we’ll get going.” She walked over and rubbed Angela’s ass cheeks with a familiar caress.

Jewel was past embarrassment and the word “shock” didn’t come close to covering how she felt. On the first strike of the whip she actually screamed. Lydia turned toward her and winked.

Shit—she was so out of her element.

“Count for me, little bird.”

“One, Mistress.”

“We’ll start with ten. Are you ready for the next one?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

The next nine came one after the other with very little time in between. Jewel was actually shaking when the last one landed.

Lydia looked at her. “How are you doing?”

“She’s had enough.” Jewel tried to tamp down her anger.

“Not even close. Go talk to her.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Jewel walked to Angela’s head, which was hanging on the other side of the horse. She got down on her knees and looked into her new friend’s face. Angela’s expression was almost dreamy. Jewel spoke softly because for some reason she thought it was called for, “Are you okay?”

“Yes.” It was said with a wistful lilt.

“Can I help you?” She had to ask.

“Yes. Don’t judge and just know Lydia loves me. Krispin loves me too and I’m more than fine.” A small titter rumbled out of her mouth. “For now.”

Jewel gently pulled Angela’s ponytail to the side. “Do you have a safeword?”

“Yes, the club safeword is red.”

“Okay.” Jewel walked back behind Lydia, who took a vibrator from her bag, placed a condom over it, and then dripped lube from a tube, rubbing it over the condom. Jewel gulped.

The Domme walked over and smoothed her hand over a reddened ass cheek. “Now it gets fun, little bird. This is one of the reasons I’ve missed you so much. Your surrender is absolute and complete. Let’s see if your husband has messed up all the work I’ve done with you over the years.”

“Yes…” The tip of the vibrator found home. “…Mistress.” Lydia wiggled the toy a little and pushed it further inside Angela’s pussy.

She walked back beside Jewel and picked up the whip. “Now we’re ready for ten more.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Her voice wasn’t as easygoing now.

The eleventh strike landed, but instead of lifting her arm again, Lydia walked over to her bag. “Very remiss of me, little bird. I forgot the most important part.” She took out a remote controller and flipped the switch. She moved the dial until a small cry came from Angela. “Now we’re ready. Don’t forget to count.”

“No, Mistress.” The whip landed. “Twelve, Mistress.”

Angela was having trouble staying still. Jewel couldn’t believe what she was seeing, but her pelvic muscles tightened and her panties grew wet. Twenty couldn’t come soon enough.

When the last lash landed, Jewel was breathing hard and trying to get her pulse rate under control. Lydia looked at her and reached her hand out. Jewel could do nothing but take it and follow her over to Angela. Lydia released Jewel’s hand so she could skim over the raised welts. “It’s important not to break the skin and leave a scar. How’s the vibrator feel, Angela?”

“I think I’m going to kill my husband, Mistress.” Her heavy breathing didn’t diminish.

Lydia laughed joyfully. “Yes, I don’t blame you. I’d like to warm your thighs a little. Are you up for ten more?”

Angela groaned. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Okay, then we’ll get started. Do you want to feel the welts, Jewel?”

“No,” she uttered.

“Now, little bird, this time will be harder and I’m turning up the vibrator. It would be better if you used your safeword than have an orgasm. I’ll report it to Krispin and no telling what he’ll do.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Angela might not have an orgasm, but Jewel was afraid she would.

Chapter Twenty-five

Matt

The crowd had had no idea that Matt’s head wasn’t in the game. He had Krispin to thank for hours of rehearsal so he could play on autopilot. His attuned ears knew Stephon was in the same place. They didn’t suck, but it wasn’t their most spectacular performance either.

After the concert, they made it to their luxurious bus, which waited in the side VIP parking lot. They would cool down and then take private cars back to the hotel.

The door of the bus closed and Krispin spoke up, “You know you both sucked tonight, right?”

“And you were at the top of your game?” Stephon snapped back.

Wade gave them each a dirty look. “From here on out the women travel with you guys. I’m not going through that again.”

Lefty, their drummer, chuckled. “You boys have it bad. When do I get to meet her?”

“Never,” Stephon and Matt spoke together.

They all laughed and some of the tension died down.

Lefty was a perverted sadist with a twenty-four seven slave waiting back in California. He lived the life of total power exchange, though the other members of the band tended to wince when faced head-on with the absolute dedication to his lifestyle. Rocky, their bass guitarist, lived quietly with a submissive man as his partner. To each their own kink, which was one of the reasons the dynamics of their band worked so well. Krispin knew what he was doing when he had brought them together.

Stephon and Matt were unable to kick back and relax because they wanted to speak with Jewel. Matt called for a car to be sent over without asking Stephon.

“I’m with you, brother. We need to see how bad things are.”

“Or how good they are.” Matt tried a smile to relieve some of Stephon’s stress, but it wasn’t sincere enough to help.

They didn’t want to speak in front of the unknown driver, so they waited to call when they were safely behind the doors of their room. It was twelve twenty in the morning in her time zone. Stephon put his cell on speaker.

“Hello?”

“How are you doing, love?” Stephon let none of his internal turmoil come through.

“Hi.” Warmth flooded her voice and Matt was able to breathe. “I’m talking to Angela.”

“Angela should have you tucked in bed by now.”

“Is that you, Matt?”

“Yes, it’s me.”

“If she had me tucked in bed I wouldn’t be awake for your call.”

“Then straight to bed after this.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Both men looked at each other and Matt held back a groan. “How was your night at the club?”

“Umm, very enlightening.”

Stephon broke in, “You didn’t run back home, so it couldn’t have been too bad.”

“I thought about it once or twice, but knew you’d come get me.”

“Yes, we would,” their voices rang out together.

“I love when you guys do that.”

“What?” they both asked.

“Talk at the same time. It’s cute.”

“I’d be happy to show you cute when we get back.” Stephon’s voice roughened with desire.

“I can’t wait.”

“You’re killing us, Jewel.”

“I’m glad, because I’m horny as hell and Angela and I are both in the same predicament. Is it cheating if we get each other off?”

“Yes,” both men said with force.

“Okay, but it’s your fault if we have sexy dreams and slip up.”

Matt grinned at Stephon. “Angela put you up to this conversation, didn’t she?”

“Maybe.”

“We’ll be sure to let Krispin know.”

“She’s talking to him in the other room, and I’m sure she’s being much more explicit than I am.” Jewel’s voice dropped into a sexy whisper. “She told me all the things she would do to me if you both said yes.”

“You know I’m spanking your ass when we get back, right?” Stephon used his Dom voice.

“I’m counting on it.” There was nothing submissive in her tone.

Both men groaned. “Get some sleep, love. We’ll call tomorrow.”

Her voice changed, “I need to ask you both something.”

“Go ahead.” Matt’s body tensed because he could almost feel her uncertainty.

They heard her breathe into the phone before her words came out quickly. “Can we take the whole BDSM thing slowly? I don’t know if I’m ready for all of it.”

Matt nodded to Stephon, giving him the okay to answer. “It’s about all three of us, love. We take it slow, learn what you like and don’t like, and work it out. Nothing’s written in stone. We’ll talk more when we get back.”

Her voice grew husky. “Can we talk after?”