Blake, Abby - Emma's Education [Viper's Dungeon 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (17 page)

“Do I have to?”

Jace almost laughed at her sulky reply, but this was no place for his sub to forget protocol. “Now, Emma.”

She gave him a frustrated look but turned around. As soon as he saw the pink stripe on her ass, he placed his hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her upper body forward until she was bent more than ninety degrees. He traced his fingers over the evenly placed stripes, caressing the pink flesh softly until he also noticed the material of her thong pressed against a butt plug in her ass.

“Stand up,” he said as he curled a hand around her upper arm and helped her move. “Logan does nice work.” She gave him a smug look, and again he had trouble not laughing at his sassy sub. Obviously, whatever had gone on had been something she’d willingly submitted to. “So are you going to confess your sins, or should I ask Logan and then punish you more for not being honest with me?”

Her eyes widened, but she gave him a full and thorough account. She ended with, “And he still won’t tell me why I can’t wear lipstick, Sir.”

Jace laughed at her sulky addition to the story. Emma gave him a look filled with annoyance that made him laugh even harder. Finally, he took a deep breath. It wasn’t like him to tease his subs like this, but he was still feeling the effects of self-doubt and misplaced fear from earlier. “Logan, should we tell our naughty sub why we prefer her without lipstick?”

“I don’t know,” he said with a grin. “She seems rather determined to find out. Perhaps we should use this as a lesson in patience.”

She dropped her head forward, and for a moment, Jace worried that she’d begun to cry. Even her shoulders started to shake, and he was about to gather her in his arms once more when a quiet laugh escaped her. “I suppose it would be a good way to learn what punishments you had in mind…Sir.”

She said the word punishment with such enthusiasm he almost wanted to bend her over and start spanking her ass right there and then. But judging by the stripes, she’d probably had about as much as she could take for now.

“Behave, little sub,” Logan said as he stepped up behind her, “or you might find it a very long time before your next orgasm.”

She pursed her lips and seemed to think about that for a moment. She almost managed to hide the impish grin. “I apologize, Sir. Please let me come.”

Logan nipped her ear with his teeth, but he was smiling almost as widely as Jace. There was just something about Emma that disarmed them both. “Shall we play for a while?” Logan asked. Emma glanced at Jace and waited for him to answer.

“I think I need to be inside our lovely sub.” Emma nodded enthusiastically, and Jace felt his cock harden painfully against his leather pants. He glanced around the area. The night was already winding down, and many of the earlier players had either left or moved into private rooms. “We’re both going to fuck you at the same time, darlin’.” He appreciated her dreamy expression but still felt the need to offer her a chance to decline. “It’s all right to use your safe word, Emma.”

Emma gave him a shy smile and shook her head.

He leaned over and whispered all the things he planned to do when they got somewhere more private. She blushed prettily, and he couldn’t help but kiss her. It was meant to be a fleeting touch of lips, but she sighed so sweetly he deepened the kiss, sweeping his tongue into her mouth and dragging her closer.

She squirmed to get nearer, and for a moment, he considered driving all the way home but didn’t want to wait any longer to be buried in Emma’s ass at the same time that Logan took her pussy. Yet he didn’t want their first time to be in the main room of the club. As difficult as it would be to explain to another Dom, Jace didn’t want to share the experience with anyone else. Not this time.

He glanced over to Logan, who, despite his concerned look, couldn’t hide the fact that he was interested, very interested.

“Come on, darlin’,” Jace said as he urged her into Logan’s embrace and turned them toward the private rooms.

* * * *

Emma felt overheated. Every nerve ending, every muscle, every thought was focused on what would happen once they reached the room. Her thighs felt slippery, her arousal coating her skin as anticipation swelled through every inch of her body. She was nervous, but somehow that just heightened her desire.

Logan fondled her breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers and thumbs as they walked to the room. She was gasping for breath, barely able to stand up by the time he pushed her face-first over a padded, waist-high bench. He pressed his hand between her shoulder blades, holding her down as he ripped her panties away and wiggled the plug in her ass.

She cried out, unable to stand the anticipation, begging with her voice and her body. She heard a condom wrapper rip open, and a moment later, Jace slid into her pussy with one firm thrust. It was so tight. She squirmed against their combined embrace—Jace’s hands holding her hips tight, Logan’s still holding her face down—as Jace started to move into her body.

“Relax, little sub,” Logan said as he shifted to where she could see him, but without releasing the pressure holding her down. “We need to prepare you properly so that we don’t hurt you.” She nodded, still nervous but anxious for both of them to fill her. Emma moaned as Jace increased the pace. He was still moving carefully, but each time he thrust in, he pulled the plug partially from her ass, then thrust it back in as he pulled out his cock.

She was on the verge of orgasm when he pulled the plug from her completely and slid deep into her ass. He fucked her harder, pulling her back against him as he plowed into her back passage over and over. She was on the verge of demanding they let her orgasm, when he pulled away all together.

She growled her frustration, but a slap high on her ass cheeks distracted her long enough for Jace to lift her up as Logan lay down on the bench and pulled her into his arms. She practically crawled over him, trying to take his cock into her pussy, but he held her pressed against him, teasing her by pressing her clit against his hard erection.

Her whole body convulsed as he slowly slid into her pussy, but again her held her down, pressing her ass with his big hand. Hell, even the mild sting from the stripes on her ass added to the eroticism of the moment.

She whimpered as she felt Jace press the head of his cock against her anus. Logan held her still, whispering words of comfort, as Jace slid slowly into her back passage. Pressed between them, both men joined with her in the most intimate way, Emma swallowed hard as emotion swelled through her chest. This was where she belonged. It didn’t matter that she’d only known them a short while. Right here, right now was the first time in her life that she truly felt like she belonged.

But then they started to move, and every thought was lost in the incredible sensation of being taken by them both at the same time. She whimpered her need, desperate to come, quivering all over as climax drew closer.

They started to move faster, giving her more, giving her everything. She groaned as Jace slammed harder into her ass at the same time Logan ground her down on his cock. Every nerve ending caught fire, the heat, the emotion, the incredible sensations combining to nearly tip her into orgasm. But it held out of reach, her body damn near imploding as she waited for something, waited for more, waited for them. She felt Jace’s cock throb in her ass, the action copied by Logan a moment later.

“Come for us, darlin’.”

Like a coil overwound, Emma’s climax finally snapped. Passion burned through her as every muscle went into meltdown. Both men groaned as her ass and pussy pulsed around them, drawing them deeper, holding them tighter. Her orgasm went on and on, the incredible feeling bouncing, twisting, dancing low in her belly as the rest of her body shook.

Eventually her body stilled, exhaustion stealing through her and leaving her muscles pliant and relaxed. “I love you,” she whispered to them both as sleep claimed her.

Chapter Ten

She barely remembered Logan putting her coat on and doing up the buttons. Hell, if it had been left up to her, she might’ve left the club naked.

As they stepped into the cool late-evening air, a voice called her name, and she turned instinctively. But it was the two men who thrust her behind them that almost knocked her on her ass. Thank heavens Logan had his hand fisted at the side of her coat, or she would probably be on the ground right now.

“What do you want?” Logan growled at the person who approached them.

“I want to speak to Emma.”

“Michaels, come one step closer, and you’ll learn firsthand what I think of stalkers.”

“Stalker? What? What the hell are you talking about?” her ex-boyfriend asked in a bewildered-sounding voice. Emma couldn’t see him, thanks to finding herself somehow back to back with Logan and unable to move thanks to the death grip on her coat. “Emma, what is he talking about?”

She tried to answer, but Logan’s grip tightened, and he answered for her.

“We’re talking about the vandalism on her home and the fraudulent use of her credit cards.”

“Vandalism? Emma, baby, what happened? Are you accusing me of vandalism? Baby, you know me. I wouldn’t do anything like that.” Greg sounded really upset, and Emma found herself wondering if maybe he wasn’t involved. “What have these men been telling you?”

“We haven’t been telling her anything. The evidence speaks for itself.”

“What evidence? I haven’t been anywhere near her home. Emma, after this asshole kicked me out of the club, they wouldn’t even let me see you to give you your purse and keys. I had to leave them with the guy at the front door.” Greg sounded genuinely distressed. “I’ve been really worried about you. I’ve been calling all weekend, but you haven’t answered the phone.”

He’d left her purse with the club? Was it possible Greg hadn’t been involved in the vandalism? It wouldn’t have taken a genius to read her driver’s license and know what the keys were for. And there was no actual evidence that Greg had been involved.

“Emma, you’re being scammed. These guys must’ve set the whole thing up. They want to scare you into trusting them so they can play their sick games.”

Emma felt Logan’s grip on her coat tighten even more, but neither Logan nor Jace said a word to defend themselves. Doubt began to sliver through her mind. She trusted Logan and Jace—she really did—but what if they’d made an error? What if Greg was a victim of mistaken identity? She knew him as Greg Marsden. It was possible he wasn’t Greg Michaels like they’d believed. And anybody could’ve claimed her keys and purse from the front desk. BDSM was often misunderstood in the wider community, so it was possible that the attack was based on hate rather than knowledge of her personally.

“Logan,” she said quietly, trying to get his attention. If this was just a misunderstanding, she should at least try to sort it out like a reasonable human being.

“Quiet, Emma.” Logan’s growled order was so unexpected she opened and closed her mouth several times before she could think of a retort. But Jace spoke first.

“She’s not going anywhere with you, Michaels, so why don’t you do yourself a favor and put the gun away before someone gets hurt.”

Gun?

Dread slithered down her spine. No wonder Logan had such an intense grip on her.

“I only want to protect her from you,” Greg said, sounding exasperated. “Emma, baby, just come with me, and I’ll help you clean up your house. Tomorrow we can go shopping for a new bed, and we can forget about all the sick stuff these two men did to you.”

“Bed?” Logan asked with a cynical laugh. “If you’re so innocent, how do you know she needs a new bed?”

Everything seemed to hang suspended for a moment, almost as if they were frozen in that one point of time, but then all hell broke loose. Logan released her, pushing her away from him as he launched forward. She stuck her hands out to catch her fall, but Jace wrapped his entire body around her before she hit the ground. The gunshot was so loud Emma’s ears screamed in protest, the high-pitched whistling noise adding to her fear and confusion. She wriggled in Jace’s hold, terrified that Logan might be hurt but needing to know.

She didn’t even realize she was shaking violently until Jace pressed her head against his chest. “Shhh, darlin’, it’s all right. Everything’s going to be all right.”

“Is L–Logan o–okay?”

“He’s going to be fine.”

“Going to be?” She struggled against Jace’s hold, finally managing to wrench from his embrace and turn to where she expected Logan to be. But there was no one there. There were a few dark drops that could’ve been blood on the pavement and not much else. She looked around bewildered.