Monroe, Marla - Their Reluctant Submissive [Knights in Black Leather 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (8 page)

Marx ran a hand lightly up her arm until it reached her shoulder then dipped down into the slit at her breasts and teased her cleavage with his finger. Jackson never stopped watching as his brother inched closer and closer to the plump breasts that mounded over the top of her bra, deepening the gap of her cleavage in the process.

As if not being able to help it, Marx leaned forward and nipped a hardened nipple through the material of her clothes. She yelped but quickly clamped down on making any further sounds. Even as she struggled to contain her reaction, Marx was straightening and pulling the curtains open just enough that the waitress would know she could approach with refills for their drinks or bring their meals now.

Kelly’s refusal to look up intrigued him. Was it as a result of her submissive nature, was she trying to stay in the part of a submissive, or was she too embarrassed to look into their faces? He wasn’t sure he wanted to find out just yet. Right now they had her off center, and he wanted to keep her that way. Once she was able to think, she would be able to decipher what they had in store for her. He didn’t want her to be prepared. He wanted her to anticipate it instead. That was half the fun of a healthy D/s relationship.

Was she already developing a sense of trust for them? He couldn’t be sure. The fact that she’d worn that outfit and actually allowed them to escort her to this dinner and the club spoke volumes, but they had roped her in, so to speak. He felt not one iota of regret or remorse. They wanted her as their own, and all was fair in lust and war, or was that love and war? Jackson wasn’t so sure now what they were playing with. He refused to explore it too deeply yet. He had enough on his hands at the moment.

The appearance of the waitress with their meals halted his thoughts as the curtain was once again closed to ensure their privacy. He picked up Kelly’s fork and speared a bite of the grilled salmon she’d ordered. He placed it at her lips and to his delight, she opened for him, taking the tender morsel into her mouth. He and Marx took turns feeding her. She didn’t balk or complain, which thrilled him. He loved feeding her. It wasn’t something he would always want to do, but tonight it felt right.

A quick glimpse of Marx proved that his brother was in the same boat. The heavy-lidded eyes and tight grind of his jaw alluded to a firm control of his needs. Being a Dom was all about control. Not just the control of a sub, but the control that had to be maintained over oneself and a scene to assure that nothing went wrong and everyone was satisfied and happy once it was over. Holding on to control around Kelly was proving much more difficult that he had expected.

Seeing his brother so close to losing it only affirmed his belief that Kelly was the woman for them. Nothing shook Marx’s legendary control, nothing but the slip of a girl that sat between them.

“Are you full, Kelly?” Marx had stopped feeding her and was watching her closely.

She nodded.

“Speak to me. I require that you say it out loud.”

She briefly looked up then hurriedly returned her gaze to the table in front of her. That small movement proved she was unsure of her place with them and what they would require of her.

“I’m full, sir.”

Jackson hid the grin at her use of
sir
to answer Marx. Already they had her drifting into the headspace they wanted her in for the night. Neither man planned to subject her to the entire process, but they did want her to submit to them tonight.

“Good. Would you like some more wine, kitten?”

He felt her stiffen next to him, but she soon relaxed. “No thank you, sir.”

As soon as they had finished their meal, Marx opened the curtain to signal that they were ready for their check. Jackson took the check and settled the bill while his brother escorted their beautiful submissive outside to the truck. He joined them, grateful that he hadn’t been forced to watch all that delectable skin peek through the many slits while she climbed up into the truck. No doubt Marx was fighting his need to strip her right there and have his way with her. She kept them both in a constant state of arousal, but that outfit made him salivate like a wolf after its mate. He needed a cold shower to deal with tantalizing glimpses of her all night without being able to truly indulge in any of her hidden charms.

* * * *

Kelly couldn’t stop the slight tremble of her hands as she sat between the two men on their way to the club. Golden Shackles was a BDSM club that operated on the outside of the town in the country. It was only open on weekends, though she knew that classes and such were often held there during the week. She hadn’t ventured out there since she had arrived in town. She was trying to avoid that lifestyle now for the most part. Outside of her job and the jewelry she loved to design, Kelly had wanted nothing to do with the community when she first arrived there. Taking the job at Heavy Trinkets had proven to her that she couldn’t run far from her nature despite her intentions.

When they pulled up in the back of the club, Kelly felt her heart begin to pound in her chest. It had been nearly eight months since she’d been inside of a club. How would she handle the sights, sounds, and scents of the place after all of this time? It had gotten to where the only time her old Master had taken her was when he wanted to make her punishment public. That last night had been about something else though. She jerked her thoughts back from the past and swallowed back the bile in her throat.

Jackson helped her down from the truck, and both he and Marx escorted her to the back door where Marx knocked while still keeping a hand at her waist. The door opened, and someone greeted them before letting them in.

“Just a minute. I’ll bring the paperwork she has to sign back here.” The man left them in a small room just inside the door.

It looked to be a combination storeroom and prop room with the wide array of items there. She saw everything from paper towels to a spanking bench. She didn’t have long to look around before the man returned with a clipboard and pen.

“I need you to read over this contract. You have to sign it in order to come into the club. It is to protect you as well as everyone else that attends.”

Kelly took the clipboard and read over the rules, rights, and obligations before signing her name at the bottom of the page. The stranger witnessed her signature then nodded at Marx and Jackson. They followed him out of the room into a narrow corridor that opened up into a wider hallway with doors on either side. There were some with windows where you could look in and others that had no opportunities for voyeurs to view the activities going on within the room.

When they stepped into a much larger room, it was to find the lights all the way up and the sounds of activity other than what normally occurred inside those walls. She located Steve and Ben across the room almost immediately. She started to step away from Marx and Jackson then thought better of it. She looked up at Jackson to ask if she could go. Old habits and all.

He grinned down at her and kissed her forehead before turning her toward his brother. She looked up at Marx and found his face held a slight smile to her surprise. He kissed her cheek. Then he leaned closer and whispered in her ear.

“I can’t wait to get you all to ourselves later, kitten. I’ll be thinking about you all night.”

Kelly shivered before turning back toward the front where the other two men were busy setting up a booth. She hurried toward them, noticing several other booths in various stages being erected around the outsides of the room. She located the tattoo and piercing booth just two down from Steve’s. She was seriously thinking about a tattoo as well as getting her nipples pierced. It seemed crazy not to have the piercings when she made intimate jewelry for both pierced and nonpierced body parts.

Steve and Ben immediately drew her into the ruckus when she walked up. They spent the next hour putting together the displays and arranging inventory in case they needed it. Kelly was astonished that she had one entire corner for her stuff and she was supposed to man the area the entire night, taking orders and fitting her pieces.

“Kelly, your stuff has been steadily selling since you started creating it. I want to enlarge your inventory and have you consult with customers to create custom pieces. You’ve got an amazing talent, honey. Beginning with this show, you now get a percentage of the sales of your pieces.” He quoted the amount, and she had to sit down before she passed out.

It could potentially help her move out of her horrible apartment much sooner than she had originally thought. Excitement sped up her heart rate even as worry sent it fluttering in her chest. She had to take several deep breaths before she could settle down to spread out her things. What happened if Marx and Jackson didn’t want her to work anymore? Some Doms didn’t like their subs to work outside while others required it to help with expenses.

She gritted her teeth. She wasn’t their submissive or their slave. She wasn’t going to allow anyone to dictate what she could and couldn’t do again. Aggravated that she had even allowed herself to worry about it, Kelly quickly lost herself in preparing for the promised crowd. Steve had warned her that there would be hundreds of people coming through the club that night. People from all over the Perkins City area came to these open house nights.

There would be no free play going on in the club that night. Instead, there would be tours of the club along with scheduled demonstrations of various things such as shibari or kinbaku, the art of binding and rope bondage. There would also be demonstrations on everything from flogging to the single tail along with the uses of the various props and devices within the club. Despite having been to the ones in the Dallas and Houston areas, she was curious to see if the one here was like them.

She looked up several times while she arranged her inventory to see one or both of the Callahan men watching her. It didn’t unnerve her as she had feared it would. Instead, she felt safe, looked after. Before she could examine those feelings too closely, the doors opened and the club began to fill with people from all over the state and in every form of costume she could imagine. Some were so revealing that she wasn’t sure how they had managed to get permission to wear it on a public day.

For the next several hours, Kelly was crazy busy. Things seemed to be just as hectic for Steve and Ben. It didn’t take long before the majority of her inventory was gone. She already had four special orders drawn up and was presently going over a design process with another couple for a set of nipple clamps, belly ring, and clit ring when she spotted Marx and Jackson moving into the tent. Her pulse sped up, but she made herself concentrate on the couple in front of her and finish up the paperwork on their design.

As soon as they walked off, Jackson and Marx claimed her attention, filling up her small space as no one else had so far that night. That was saying a lot since she’d been in the presence of quite a few intense Doms in the last few hours.

“How about taking a quick break for something to drink and a quick look around at what else is here tonight?” Jackson squeezed her hand.

“Um, I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to leave my area.”

“I’ve already talked to Steve. He said it was fine for you to take a break. He and Ben will watch over your things and tell people you will be back in about twenty minutes.” Marx wrapped an arm around her shoulders and guided her from behind the table.

As they slipped out of the tent, Steve nodded at her with a smile. She nodded back and let the two men pull her along in the crowd. Kelly let them lead the way and was surprised when they stopped in at the tattoo and piercing booth.

“We want to introduce you to Zander Keys. He’s a good friend of ours and owns Naked Ink.” Jackson and Marx shouldered their way into the tent to find their friend, pulling her between them.

“Hey, Zander!” Jackson shook the other man’s hand before pulling Kelly up to stand in front of him. “This is Kelly Baylor. She works at Heavy Trinkets for Steve.”

The tall bald man looked down at her, and she couldn’t help but smile at him. He was massive like Marx, but covered in tattoos. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, probably to show off the work, and he had piercings in both ears as well as his brow and nipples. She avoided looking down as she thought about what else might be pierced. As if knowing where her thoughts had taken her, Marx stepped up closer and growled in her ear.

Zander stuck his hands on his hips and burst out laughing, a deep hearty laugh that quickly erased any worry about the almost sinister look about him.

“Marx, I’ve never known you to be jealous over someone before.”

“Fuck you, Zander.”

Kelly could tell that Marx and Zander were good friends. She wondered what the two men had in common since Marx and Jackson were cowboys who owned a ranch. A hint of mischief settled into her mind, and she decided to give in after that show of possession from Marx. Kelly looked around at the various exhibits of art and body jewelry.

“I’m thinking about getting my nipples pierced. Will you do it but use my own pieces?”

Jackson’s “Oh, shit” wasn’t lost on her.

Marx wrapped his arms around her upper body as if she was going to bare her breasts right there for everyone to see. “Hell, no!”

“I’ll be glad to. I’ve already talked to Steve about showcasing some of your work in my store once you’ve built your inventory up again.”

“You’re not touching her nipples, Zander.” Marx glared at the other man.