The First Order [Safeword LLC 1] (Siren Publishing Sensations) (9 page)

“I didn’t finish college, though,” Becca said, almost as if she were arguing with his assessment. Lane could see they not only had to work on Becca’s view of her outer appearance, but also the confidence of her inner self. “They were just a few classes that I was able to afford.”

“Those
few classes
were toward a future education, were they not?” Lane asked, refilling his coffee as well. He replaced the carafe and picked up his cup. “If you had any career to choose from, what would it be?”

Becca’s fork halted inches from her mouth, which was now turned down into a frown. Had no one ever asked her these questions? Lane felt a simmer of anger at the past men in her life, with their little regard to her aspirations. If it were up to him, she’d never feel that her hopes and desires weren’t important.

“I really haven’t given it any thought,” Becca replied, laying her fork back down on her plate. “I was just taking some prerequisites. It’s not like I could afford college full-time. After our contract is up, I’ll start looking for another job.”

“Are you looking forward to that already?” Lane was able to convey that in a teasing manner, but he found he truly wanted an honest answer from her. “And what makes you think that once our contract has concluded, we won’t want a personal one drawn up between the three of us?”

“I didn’t mean to suggest I wasn’t—well—I guess what I meant was—”

Becca grabbed her cup and sipped her coffee, as if that would get her out of answering his questions. Lane didn’t have the heart to press her on the issue, as it was obvious she was still unsure of this arrangement. The best he and Ross could do at the moment was to open up to her about who they were, what kind of men they were, and what they could provide her. Maybe then, Becca would understand their sincerity in making this work.

“Would you like to spend the day with me?” Lane asked, cringing to himself when he realized that Ross would have to take his afternoon appointments. Oh well, his brother owed him anyway for taking the meeting by himself last night. “A friend of ours has an art gallery a few blocks from here and he is getting ready to launch a new artist. We’ll get to take an early look at the canvases and maybe even get to meet the painter in person.”

Becca’s face lit up. Lane smiled and pulled out his phone, texting a short message to his brother. Once it was sent, he turned off his phone. Today was about Becca and he wouldn’t allow anyone to disturb them. Although, there was one thing that needed to be done that might diminish the smile on Becca’s face. Lane reached under the table for the specialized chastity/toy belt made of two slender strips of leather that would both surround her waist and cup her crotch. The first strip was contoured and tapered to leave little indication she wore a belt beneath the waist of her dress. The second locked into place front and back with tiny heart-shaped padlocks. The leather strip was wider in front to cup her mound. The strap that rode between her cheeks could also be used to secure an optional anal training device, which would come later in the process. It was made specifically to wear with dresses like the one Becca now wore, the leather tanned to appear nearly an exact match for her skin tone. His fingers also nabbed her new toy that she would insert in her pussy, centered on her G-spot and clamped over her aroused clit. It looked like an elongated letter C with flattened ends. Lane was feeling generous today, though, and would only play with the remote during their stroll through the art gallery.

“Rebecca, please stand and display yourself.”

Becca was moments away from leaving her room and pleading with Lane to take off this medieval device that Lane had placed her into earlier this morning. She’d made it through the day, though. That alone had to prove to him that she could handle anything they’d asked, right?

Lane had mentioned that he’d had it specially made to be worn underneath her lightweight dresses. By the time she’d risen from the breakfast table and taken the proper position in front of him, Lane had had no trouble sliding the small C-clamp toy into her drenched pussy. Attaching the first leather strap around her waist, he secured the first padlock at the small of her back and drew the second strap between her ass cheeks. The wider section of the second strap put pressure on the toy and held it in place over her clit. She caught Lane smiling as he locked the second heart-shaped lock just below her belly button. Becca would not even be able to release her bladder without having to have the chastity belt removed, placing more pressure on her plight. Becca had known then it was going to be a long day, and she had been proven right.

Lane had gone over the fact that if he caught Becca touching or adjusting the belt in any way, she’d go the rest of the week wearing a metal chastity belt built with a different objective in mind. He went into detail about how they would keep her on edge with all the implements they had at their disposal and that it would be twenty-four hours a day until she either broke or her time ran out. Becca got the message.

Despite her body being on edge the entire day, Becca couldn’t remember when she’d had such an enjoyable time. Lane had taken her to the art gallery, where she met the owner. She had no doubt with his domineering personality that Mr. Chad Westworth was a Dominant, and furthermore it was confirmed when she heard him ask Lane about a meeting with the Order. What exactly was
the Order
? Becca never did have a chance to ask Lane as they made their way through the gallery, for he decided to have a little fun with a remote control that manipulated the speed and pattern of the device assaulting both her G-spot and clitoris simultaneously.

They shared a lovely lunch along the water at the Navy Pier, discussing everything from their childhood memories to their favorite movies. Even with the tiny pulses exploding within her pussy and her nub, Becca thought it was an outstanding date. He took the time to share an amazing amount about himself and his love of art. It was a nice surprise to find that Lane had a sense of humor and he seemed to delight in making her laugh. Her senses had run amok, though, and by the end of the afternoon, Becca thought that maybe she had lost her sanity. Was it possible to lose one’s mind by experiencing too much pleasure with no release? Her frustration had put her on edge.

To make matters worse, upon returning to Lane and Ross’s residence and thinking maybe some relief was in sight, James had been waiting for her inside the lobby. When Lane invited him up to the apartment, Becca could have cried. Was this an extended part of her punishment or was her torment for Lane’s enjoyment? Was that an appropriate thing to ask? James ended up accepting his invitation, although only for a brief moment.

It turned out that James was there to ensure her first twenty-four hours went well and that there were no problems that needed to be taken care of. It never occurred to Becca to say anything other than her time so far had been perfect. And it had—even with Lane and Ross denying her pleasure. Becca finally understood why they took the steps they did. They wanted absolutely no hesitation in her reactions to their instructions, and they were enforcing their rules in the only manner that she would respond to. Becca had to wonder how they knew she would react in this way. Was she truly that transparent to both of them?

Once James was content with her answers, he went on his way, leaving her and Lane alone. Being back in Lane and Ross’s suite had Becca’s anxiety returning in waves, although that might have been the toy that Lane had decided to set on low. He then spoke in the tone that indicated he was in
Sir
mode. Hearing his stern tone immediately put her into a mindset of needing to please him. She only gained momentary relief when Lane allowed her to urinate, grateful to her Master for the temporary respite. How had she gone from a woman who thought being tied up during sex was taking things to extremes to a woman who would allow herself to be displayed, take orders, and be denied orgasms?

Since they’d had an early dinner, Lane excused Becca to her room to get ready for Ross’s return home from work. So here she stood, in front of the bathroom mirror, wearing only her chastity belt. Becca had washed up to the best of her ability, reapplied her makeup, and was now about to go out into the living room and position herself the way Lane had instructed—the present position.

Becca listened closely as she walked down the hallway, but other than the shuffling of her feet, there was only silence. She briefly thought about Grady and wasn’t too keen on him seeing her in this state, but so far, it was as if he had a sixth sense about when not to show his presence. She continued to walk, making sure there was no hesitation in her steps in case Lane was observing her, and only stopped when she reached the middle of the living room.

The black curved couches were separated, facing each other and giving an appearance of a circle. One opening led behind her to where a big flat-screened television was mounted to a wall, whereas the other breach faced the door. Lane must have adjusted the lights, for the one located in the epicenter of the circle shone brighter. Becca somehow instinctively knew she was to stand directly below it.

Becca tried to gracefully kneel down, but it was harder than she imagined it would be. Her knees hit with a thud, causing her to wince even though the area rug cushioned her descent. Resisting the urge to look around for Lane, Becca separated her knees as instructed, clasping her hands behind her back. Keeping her chin up, she focused on the door. Lane stated that while most Masters instructed their subs to cast their eyes downward in this position, Ross would want to see the expression in her eyes upon his entrance. Becca thrust her breasts out a little more as she straightened her back.

A few minutes turned into ten, and still, Becca had yet to hear a sound. Was Lane even in the apartment? Becca’s lower back was starting to ache, and her calves were starting to tingle as the muscles were being deprived of blood flow. Should she shift and relieve the pressure? Ross wasn’t home yet and if Lane had left, no one would see her move. As much as she wanted to, Becca needed to hear Ross call her by her nickname. She had to see the approval in his eyes. She tightened her fingers together, biting her lip to give her mind something else to think about besides the pain in her legs.

A key rattled inside the door. Becca sucked in air and held it, afraid to move. Would Ross like how she greeted him? Lane had stated that while the entire day was for her to do as she wished, the evenings should be dedicated to them. For a submissive like her, he said, it was the best of both worlds. This was Becca’s chance to find out if this lifestyle
was
for her. Even though it had been a little over twenty-four hours, Becca was starting to wonder how she had managed without it. She also knew that no matter what happened in the next two months, her life had forever been changed.

“Good evening, Becca.”

Approval. It was laced throughout Ross’s voice and the potential for a wonderful evening lay ahead. She just couldn’t hesitate. Becca wouldn’t hesitate.

Ross didn’t carry a briefcase like his brother, so when he closed the door, he immediately made his way toward her. He walked around her, and Becca waited until he was directly in front of her to make sure her eyes connected with his. They were melting chocolate as they glowed with appreciation.

Leaning down on one knee, Ross brought his face close to hers. Their breath mingled, and it was only then that Becca realize they had yet to kiss her. Why was that? She was startled when she felt the pressure of his fingers press over her clit, but managed to stay in position. It felt so good that it was painful. One stroke. Becca bit the inside of her lip to keep from crying out.

“I see you were a good girl today. Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes, Sir.” Becca was surprised at the sting of tears in her eyes. She wasn’t an emotional woman who broke down over every little thing in life. But somehow, the knowledge that she’d disappointed them was overwhelming. What was wrong with her? Was this a normal reaction or was she overreacting? “I won’t hesitate again, Sir.”

“Shall we put that to the test?”

“Yes, Sir.” Becca wasn’t sure if that was a rhetorical question and she wasn’t supposed to answer, but she wasn’t taking any chances. If they didn’t give her an orgasm tonight, she might die. “Please, Sir.”

“Stand.”

Becca rose, but didn’t count on her legs not being able to hold her up. Before she could fall, arms came around her waist and pulled her against a solid chest. Lane. How had he known her body would react this way? He placed his lips near her ear.

“I’ve got you, little sub. Give yourself a minute.”

Keeping her eyes on Ross, Becca did as Lane instructed and trusted that he wouldn’t let her fall. She felt the blood rushing back into her calves and bit back a moan as the sting turned into an all-out burn. As her muscles relaxed, Lane’s hold on her gradually loosened.

“I stopped by a friend’s store after work and picked you up something special.” Ross put his hand in his pants pocket and pulled out what looked like jewelry. “Your breasts are too beautiful not to be adorned with gems. When I came across these nipple clamps, I just knew I had to see you wear them.”

Becca had heard of nipple clamps but had never seen a set beyond pictures on the Internet. They sparkled in his hand and she saw something dangling that she’d swear looked like an emerald. They wouldn’t really spend a lot of money on something that no one but them would see, would they? Reality hit and she realized these must be for others to see and that meant she was going to display her breasts publicly. Her nipples throbbed at being placed within them.