The First Order [Safeword LLC 1] (Siren Publishing Sensations) (20 page)

A brief look of relief appeared and then Lane saw the corner of her pale pink lips lift up in a small smile. Did she really not know how transparent her thoughts were as they read her expressions and observed her body language? His inner Dom rubbed his hands together at knowing she thought she was about to receive pleasure, when in truth, a woman’s body could only handle so much.

He knew what they had to do in order to get the true Becca to appear and he also knew what needed to be done to keep her that way. Waiting until she was closer, Lane made sure she saw him reach for the attachment for the Sybian. Removing the pervious cover, he slowly replaced it with double vibrating dildos and snapped on a red riser to increase the stimulation to her enlarged clit. She stumbled slightly.

“Is there a problem, Rebecca?” Lane asked, unable to keep the humor out of his voice. And there it was—a flash of irritation as her brow scrunched in between her beautiful eyes. Show me your true colors, Lane thought. “Don’t worry, little sub. There will be plenty of lube for your mount. We aren’t that unreasonable.”

“Do you have something to say, Rebecca?” Ross asked, taking the initiative and picking up a bottle of lube that was kept off to the side. He squirted a vast amount over the rear dildo, and then repeated his actions with the front with a little less gel. “You’ve enjoyed a butt plug before, so I’m sure this won’t be a problem.”

“It’s m–much larger, though, Sir,” Becca murmured, shifting her stance.

“Really?” Lane reached underneath the device, which was sitting on a large, black, solid wooden box with shelves carved into the middle to store the different attachments. He pulled out a cover that would enhance the front dildo, but she didn’t need to know that. “I’m relatively sure you can take more. I’m thinking this cover will do nicely, don’t you Ross?”

“Hey!” Becca went to reach for it as he hovered the additional piece over the rear attachment, but then seemed to catch herself and yanked her hand back down. She clasped her hands in back of her until her knuckles turned white. “I–I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Apology accepted,” Lane replied, placing the enhanced cover back on the bottom shelf. “Now let’s get you situated for your punishment.”

“Wait!” Becca looked around and Lane knew she was apprehensive about the crowd that was now forming. It was much larger than the previous viewers who’d witnessed Suzanne’s penance. “Sir, if you accepted my apology, why are you leaving
that
on there.”

Lane smiled. She’d used her hand to reference the dual vibrators and then went right back to clenching her fingers at the small of her back. Her questions and concerns were being asked by
his
Becca—the one he adored. Now, he needed to make sure she was aware that this side of her could stay.

“Because it’s what
we
want.”

Before she could protest, Lane and Ross grasped her underneath her arms, lifting her up high. Becca had no choice but to separate her legs as they hovered her ass and cunt over the device. Her eyes went wide as the rear dildo started to slide inside her anus and he felt her fingernails dig into his arm. He was sure it felt massive.

* * * *

Becca tried to scramble up and away from the two enormous organs, but Lane and Ross’s grip on her arms prevented her from being successful. Couldn’t they see that the back dildo wasn’t going to fit?

“Stop!”

“Place your knees on the pads. Now.”

Lane’s stern voice sent a shiver straight down to her pussy, not that it needed any more stimulation. It wasn’t her pussy she was worried about.

“No!” Becca couldn’t believe that she had just outright defied them, yet her tiny spark of anger had exploded into an inferno. “Suzanne treated Master Owen with disrespect in front of this entire club. Yet, just because I hesitated a little and didn’t keep my eyes down, I get worse treatment? That’s unfair!”

Becca didn’t know why Lane was smiling like that, but if he didn’t stop, she was liable to hit him. But then, if she did, he might put that bigger cover on and she knew for a fact she couldn’t handle that.

“Unfair is that you’ve been keeping your inner spitfire from us,” Ross said. After securing her wrist with the dangling cuff, he released one of his hands from her arm and grabbed her ankle. Lane did the same, and that was when she realized they had taken away her leverage. With the amount of lubrication that Ross had placed on the enormous fake cocks beneath her, they slid inside of her with proportional ease. They began fastening her ankles and calves into the straps mounted off to each side before she felt the fire in her sphincter. The platform the Sybian was mounted on seemed to be a special design for the club, because she’d never seen anything like this in her research. It seemed that slight adjustments had been made to widen the point where the restraints were connected. By simply widening the attachment points of the imprisoned knees, she was literally pulled down onto the contact points on the Sybian. And did it ever put pressure where it was needed. Becca was still trying to pull herself up as Lane and Ross checked her wrists in the cuffs hanging from the ceiling. She knew they were checking how tight they were and that only one finger-width was required between her skin and the cuff that was lined with fur. “Enjoy yourself, little sub.”

Lane leaned in and kissed her before she managed to get a word out. As she tried to shift her body to adjust to the huge dildos inside of her, her clit seemed to be caught on something as well. There was no getting away from it. They had truly eliminated her ability to move.

Suddenly, the machine beneath her started to hum, vibrate, and rotate inside her. The tiny pulsations traveled through her lower region, awakening bundles of nerves that she never knew she had—although she would have sworn there hadn’t been any left. Pleasure shot through her body and Becca knew she was going to enjoy herself immensely. This was a thousand times better than being denied an orgasm.

One of them must have varied the speed, because her clit was now swollen to the point of explosion. The vibrations in her anus had taken away the burn, or most likely, hidden the burn with its rhythm. She didn’t care anymore as the crowd dissolved from her field of vision. Her hearing faded as her heartbeat grew louder. It was the cock in her pussy that seemed to be hitting her G-spot that sent her over the edge. Wave after wave of pleasure overtook her and she came with an eruption.

“Ahhh!” Becca screamed out, unable to contain her ecstasy.

Her body tried to come down from its high, but the machine was relentless. She’d never had her senses remain on such a high level. Her clit didn’t have a chance to recover. Her muscle contractions had tightened around the rear dildo, creating a more erotic burn than she’d ever experienced. Higher and higher it took her, sending her over the edge again. God, it felt great!

The vibrations were turned to a higher speed. Her eyes flew open and she managed to fix her gaze with Lane. He had raised one eyebrow in question. Becca started to shake her head as her body prepared for another orgasm. Okay, so maybe this was getting to be a bit much. The machine, although technically she knew it to be Lane and Ross, wasn’t giving her a chance to recover in between orgasms. As her clit was being manipulated consistently, the pleasure had turned to not real pain but sensory overload. It wasn’t pain as in an ache she couldn’t handle, but more of a pleasurable devastation. It was indescribable.

“Ahhhh!” Becca cried out as another orgasm hit her. Sweat started to bead on her upper lip and a sheen of perspiration broke out all over her skin and ran down her chest to drip from her emeralds. Her heart rate was high and she couldn’t catch her breath. They weren’t going to allow her a minute to recover. Becca needed them to stop. She never would have imagined that she could have too many orgasms, but she was positive that her clit would explode. “Pleassssse!”

There was nothing she could do to stop another orgasm from being torn from her body. It zapped her energy and she gripped the chains above the cuffs around her wrists. Her body sagged forward, which only managed to put more weight on her clit. Having the riser against her nubbin while the two dildos worked her holes dragged yet another orgasm out of her already exhausted body. Becca lost track of how many climaxes her body had to endure, but she would never mistake the grass as being greener on the other side ever again.

“Becca, are you our sub?”

“Yes, Sirrrrr!” Becca screamed out as her body reached another release. “Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir.” Her blurry eyes couldn’t see them clearly, only their voices cut through the cloud that had become her existence.

“Will you always be our sub?”

Becca found she couldn’t answer. Would she? She had once feared that if she wasn’t perfect they would release her from their contract. But wasn’t what they had between the three of them far beyond contracts? They must have saved the premiere level, because suddenly the machine switched to a superior tier, wrenching yet another orgasm from her body. She couldn’t handle any more, couldn’t they see that?

“I asked you a question, Rebecca,” Lane’s voice cut through the rushing sound in her ears. “Will you always be our sub?”

“Yes, my lord!” Becca screamed. “Yes!”

“Say it.”

“I will always serve you. I will always be your sub. I will always be both of yours.” Becca chanted the words as she reached another climax, this one more excruciating than the one before. As her world turned black and awareness receded, she tried to speak. “Please, Sirs. I’ve truly learned my lesson.”

It wasn’t until after they had released her from her bonds and taken her back to a private alcove that Becca awakened to realize an understanding of what her lesson had been about. Being held by the both of them, she knew the value of being herself. They hadn’t wanted a perfect sub. They’d wanted her.

A month had passed since that night at the club and the three of them had fallen into a routine. While Lane and Ross worked days to ensure their company stayed a success, Becca was researching colleges that catered to a business degree. She was enthralled with the idea of going back to school, and with some subtle encouragement, she’d leaped at the opportunity. Becca planned to file for unemployment; therefore, grants and student loans would see her through the rest of the credits needed to obtain her degree. They hadn’t yet told her, though, that she’d never again have to worry about money. She was theirs, and therefore they would make certain that she was taken care of, but they didn’t want to take away her sense of independence.

Lane had never been so content in his life, having finally found a woman to share in their daily life. Her best friend, Lily, was due back from an extended honeymoon over in Italy and they had set up a dinner tomorrow evening to meet her and her new husband. As for them meeting her parents and vice versa, they all agreed to wait until the holidays when their business slowed down and time off wouldn’t affect the company.

“Brookstern called Maggie. He’s heard rumors that we’re considering shorting mortgage-backed securities.” Ross walked into his office and threw down a folder. Lane knew it contained the companies they were contemplating shorting at the advice of their analyst, John Banfold. Lane felt his anger start to simmer. “Brookstern thinks it’s a risky move and is considering investing with Debalt Capital.”

“How the hell did he find that out? Shit, we haven’t even decided which direction we’re taking,” Lane said, yanking the receiver of his phone out of its cradle. He waited until John answered his line. “Ross and I need to see you in my office.”

Lane slammed the phone down. He reached for the yellow stress ball that always sat on his desk. Giving it a few good squeezes, he ran through their options.

“Our returns speak for themselves,” Lane said, leaning back in his chair.

“True,” Ross replied, “but if Brookstern turned around and told Debalt what he heard, then our edge has just vanished.”

“Who the hell would have told him?”

“Told who what?” John said, walking through the open door. Lane indicated that he should close it behind him. John was an older gentleman whose experience they relied on. He was an excellent analyst and his reputation on the street was solid gold. They’d scored big when they’d gotten him to join their firm. “By the way, I have another stock to add to that list we were discussing last week.”

“Speaking of that, have you told anyone outside the firm that we are contemplating shorting certain mortgage-backed securities?” Lane asked, leaning forward again and placing his elbows on the hard oak desk that his parents had bought him years ago. It didn’t go with the décor, but Lane couldn’t bring himself to get rid of it. “Brookstern got a whiff of it. He’s considering investing with Debalt.”

“Seriously? Wow,” John exclaimed, looking genuinely shocked. “I haven’t said a word to anyone other than Jim and Maggie. And you know they wouldn’t have discussed this outside of the office.”

Lane nodded his head. He already knew what John’s answer was going to be, but he’d had to ask. Jim Thwart was another analyst here at the firm, whereas Maggie dealt with their prime broker.

“What about our contact at the prime brokerage firm? Has Maggie called them to see if the stocks we’re contemplating are borrowable? Maybe someone sold this information to Debalt and they’re using it to their advantage.”

Ross was already shaking his head. “No, she hasn’t, so it couldn’t have been them. That doesn’t mean someone else didn’t try to sell the information. Debalt stands to gain if someone like Brookstern invests with them.”