Mastering Melody (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (7 page)

Bradley slides his arm around my waist and urges me to the door. That first step is the hardest, but once we move into the scene area of the club I realize that there are subs wearing even less than I am. I saw a lot of this two weeks ago, so I had some knowledge of what to expect, but it seems that my overactive imagination managed to blow the situation out of proportion.

As we move through the club I realize that my thong is completely soaked through. Even nearly scared to the point of immobility the situation is turning me on. How is that even possible? The stuff I read on the Internet sounded sexy, but the reality is so much more intense.

Thank heavens for Bradley’s arm around my waist. My knees are weak enough to drop me to the floor. Things just get worse when I notice some of the scenes going on around me. I glance at a scene where two Doms are taking a sub at the same time and can’t suppress the shiver. That could be me between Bradley and Ryan. I feel my arousal leak onto my thighs as I imagine my Doms taking me the same way.

“Perfect,” Bradley says as he follows my line of sight and dips his hand between my thighs at the same time. I’m embarrassingly close to orgasm. It’s very clear that my fiancé has noticed. He pushes the crotch of my underwear aside, his fingers thrusting up into my pussy as we watch the scene together. I should be embarrassed. But in this club owned by one of my best friends I’m surrounded by people who understand and share my unusual needs.

Hell, I should probably be frightened by what is happening to me, but all I can feel is the incredible sensation of finally finding a place where I belong.

* * * *

Ryan watched his brother finger fuck his fiancé as they watched the scene together. His own cock was rock hard as he imagined, and perhaps even remembered, what it was like to be cradled inside Melody’s body. When he’d read page five of the Dom-sub agreement he’d nearly acted on the urgent need to make her his, to sign the document and immediately bend the woman over his desk and claim her for his own.

Thank god her reaction had forced him to rethink his behavior.

He stepped closer and rubbed his hand gently over the still slightly raised welt on her ass. Even in the semidark he could clearly see the word “brat” spelled out on her ass cheek. How many times had he imagined branding her this way? How lucky had he been that she’d immediately given him a reason to do it?

The woman onstage shook, moaning as her climax began. Ryan smiled at the trio as Lachlan and Doug quickly followed their sub, Alicia, into orgasmic bliss.

Ryan could feel Melody shaking with the same type of near-climactic arousal. Unable to deny them all the satisfaction, Ryan nodded to his brother, pressed his hard cock against Melody’s hip, and wrapped his hands under her breasts. In a deep voice he ordered, “Come for us, little one.”

Come for us…

Oh my god. I’ve never been so turned on in my entire life. As soon as Ryan issues his order Bradley starts thrusting his fingers harder and faster into my pussy. He moves his other hand to my clit, tormenting the tiny bud. I’m shaking my head, trying not to cry out, desperate to avoid attracting attention, but when Ryan wraps an arm around my chest, pulling me back against him as he grinds his hard cock against my ass, I can’t do anything but obey.

And shatter with my orgasm.

I try to hold the noise in. I try not to cry out. I try really,
really
hard not to alert the people around me of what is happening, but the hard tug against the chain between the nipple clamps undoes all my good work. I scream as the pain increases the sensations, my orgasm pounding through me, my body undulating between them, my movements no longer of my own accord. I want to close my eyes. I want to sag into their embrace. I want to sleep for a week.

I want a hole to crawl into as I redden with embarrassment.

Ryan reads my reaction correctly. He laughs softly as he caresses my areolas without upsetting the nipple clamps. “Soon, little sub,” he warns in a deep, sexy voice. “Soon you’ll crave that attention. You’ll drop to your knees and suck my cock as everyone watches. You’ll present that pussy for all to see and let Bradley fuck you as I fill your mouth with my cum.” His dark words weave a spell around me, the people surrounding us somehow no longer important, my fiancé’s fingers still sliding over my slick flesh as everything else but these two men fades away.

“Perfect,” Bradley whispers as he finally pulls his fingers from my pussy and raises them to his lips. I watch, completely fascinated as he licks off my cream. I’ve never seen him do that before. It makes me realize just how much of himself he hid from me when he thought I was vanilla.

As scared as I am that in the end I might lose them both, I can’t deny the relief I feel that what has happened since I wandered into this club has left Bradley feeling relaxed enough around me to be himself now. He sees me watching and gives me a wicked smile.

“Taste,” he says as he presses his finger to my lips. I open my mouth obediently even though I’m pretty sure I don’t want to taste my own cream. I’m actually surprised by the flavor. It’s not nearly as gross as I imagined, thank heavens. Bradley laughs at my reaction as Ryan’s arm tightens around my chest just a little more, holding me more firmly against his hard body, his thick, leather-clad cock pressing between the cheeks of my ass, my hands trapped between my back and his stomach.

“I’ll meet you in room five.” Ryan presses a kiss to the side of my neck and finally lets me go. “I’d like to taste for myself,” he says to Bradley. “Perhaps you could prepare our sub for me?”

“Of course,” Bradley says as he wraps his arm around my waist again and leads me out of the room.

* * * *

Fuck. Could this woman be more perfect for him and Ryan? How the hell had he ever thought she was vanilla? He’d spent months denying his dominant tendencies instead of exploring them with Melody. He’d had some very vague notion of increasing the kinkiness of their sex life over the years, but from where he was standing now, he realized that it would have been disastrous for both of them.

Denying who they really were was not a good way to begin a marriage.

As soon as he stepped into room five he turned Melody around and unclipped the cuffs. She moaned as she let her arms fall to the side, and he spent the next several minutes massaging the muscles in her shoulders and back.

“Are you okay, Mel?” he asked, dropping the Dom-sub protocol for the moment. She turned around to face him, her confusion at his question clear in her eyes.

“Okay, how?” she asked, watching him closely.

“I know we discussed this, but I just want to check you’re still okay with everything we put into the contract.”

She reached up and touched his cheek with her warm hand. “I’m fine, Sir.”

He shook his head, not really wanting her to call him “Sir” at the moment. “I just want to know that you’re doing this for yourself and for Ryan. I don’t want you to go through with this because you think it’s what I want.” He shook his head again, annoyed at his poor explanation. “God, that sounds arrogant. I just mean—”

“I know what you mean,” she said, leaning up to kiss him affectionately. “I am doing this for you, but I’m also doing it for me and Ryan. I’ve loved you both for a very long time. If you two are able to find a way to share me, then I am very willing to be shared.”

He laughed softly as relief swept through him. He really hadn’t been looking forward to the awkward family functions the three of them would have endured in the future. When he’d asked Melody to be his wife he hadn’t anticipated sharing her with his brother, but it was the perfect solution for all of them.

Now they just needed to convince Ryan.

“Okay, baby girl,” Bradley says, clearly indicating a return to the Dom-sub protocols expected inside the club, “up on the examination table.”

Examination?

It takes me a few moments to realize that one corner of the room is set up in a very similar fashion to my gynecologist’s office. Although as I get closer to the table I also notice a few rather glaring differences. I could be mistaken, but I’ve never noticed handcuffs on my doctor’s examination table.

Bradley lifts me onto the edge of the table and unfastens the rest of my lace corset. “We need to get these nipple clamps off,” he says, caressing my breasts soothingly. “Brace yourself.”

Huh?

I stare down at my breast as he unfastens the little piece of metal and caresses the areola. The nipple looks swollen and sore, so I’m surprised by the lack of…

Pain!

Shit. They hurt more coming off than going on. I’m gasping, swearing under my breath as Bradley dips his head and very gently suckles my nipple, soothing the aching nub with his tongue. Thank god the pain is almost gone by the time he lifts his head.

“Ready for the other one?”

Hell, no!

I might not have said the words out loud, but Bradley obviously gets my answer. He moves his hands to the sides of my underwear, encourages me to lift up slightly, and then drags my panties down my legs. Considering how wet they are, I’m actually glad to see them go. He pushes my knees open wide and uses both hands to arrange my pubic hair so that my swollen clit is completely exposed. I’m shivering violently. He’s never done this before, not with me. Hell, no wonder we misunderstood each other’s needs. We’ve been hiding so much of ourselves.

He runs his tongue over the aching bud of my clit, throwing my arousal back into the heavens. I’m already shaking, nearing climax when the sneaky bastard undoes the other nipple clamp.

I’m groaning from pain and whimpering with need when Ryan comes into the room.

“That is a beautiful sound, little sub,” he says as he steps closer to the table. Bradley moves away, leaving me twitching and unfulfilled. God, I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on—or this annoyed. Ryan smiles at my frustration but simply grabs my legs and spins me so that I can lie down on the table. One at a time he lifts my feet and arranges them in stirrups—ones that seem to hold my legs much wider open than any others I’ve come across. Then he grabs my hips and drags my butt toward the end of the table. When he clips my wrist cuffs to the railing at the side I’m starting to feel very vulnerable, but it’s the straps that go over my hips and above and below my breasts that send my agitation soaring. I very literally can’t move an inch. I start dragging in deep breaths, trying to calm my fear, trying to reassure myself that neither of these men would ever hurt me, but it doesn’t seem to help.

Shit. Of all the things I expected to come across, claustrophobia wasn’t one of them.

I whimper as I struggle with my confinement.

“Shhh, little sub,” Ryan says, leaning next to my head and running his fingers over my face. Looming over me like he is blocks my field of vision, narrowing it to only him. “That’s it, Mel. Breathe through it. You’re safe here.”

I nod. I know I’m safe. I do. I really do, but it’s not helping to bring my anxiety level down one little bit. I can feel his hand sliding down my stomach, his fingers caressing me softly as he reaches the part of me that aches for him. When Bradley asked me to marry him I thought I’d be able to finally get over his brother, but my reactions to them both proves that it will never happen.

Ryan moves slowly, his touch firm, confident, knowing. I sigh as he slides a finger over my clit.

“That’s it, little sub,” he says, praising me even though I had no idea I was doing what I was told. I’m still anxious, but now it’s for a completely different reason. “I’m going to shave you, Mel.” He runs his fingers through the damp hairs covering my pussy. “Bradley is going to keep you distracted.”

I nod. The anxiety rises the moment he moves away, but Bradley takes his place almost immediately, his loving smile and soft touch to my forehead bringing me back to that place of calm.

It’s difficult to process the myriad of sensations as Bradley kisses me over and over, his claim on my lips deep, possessive, familiar, the touches on my pussy strange, unusual, thrillingly new. I gasp, unable to move when Ryan pours a cool stream of water over my shaved skin. I try to wriggle away. The fact that I forgot I’m tied down is almost as shocking as the next rush of cold water over my skin.

“C–C–Cold,” I whisper into Bradley’s mouth.

He grins, then glances down my body to the man sitting between my trapped legs. “Don’t worry, baby girl, Ryan has a plan to warm you up.”

The hot touch of Ryan’s tongue answers my next question. Holy heavens, without the hair everything seems more intense. I swear I can feel each individual taste bud as it rasps over my skin. Ryan licks me everywhere, his tongue gliding over all of my newly denuded flesh as Bradley watches my face.

“Perfect,” Bradley whispers again as he leans over to kiss me.

I can feel my pussy muscles squeezing and releasing as warmth floods through my system. I never considered the satisfaction that pleasing them might create. I’ve always been a pretty independent woman. I’ve certainly never backed away from a fight or allowed myself to be abused, but there is something inherently wonderful about being able to please a man—well, two men—I care for deeply.

A whimper escapes me as Ryan unexpectedly thrusts his tongue deep into my pussy, the strange wriggling sensation making my limbs heavy and my breathing shallow as dark arousal flows through me. Every muscle is pulling tight, my entire body tensing, waiting, hovering on the edge of climax. I don’t even realize I’m grinding my teeth until Bradley touches my jaw and shakes his head.