Changing the Rules [Club Libertine 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (12 page)

“Now!” he shouted as he surged inside her. At the same time, the hand on the nipple clamps gave a sharp tug, pulling them off. She screamed in pain as the clamps pulled on her tender flesh before they finally came loose. And then she screamed again as the same hand squeezed her abused nipples as the blood rushed back into them.

But that didn’t totally distract her from the cock that now was fully embedded in her ass. She opened her eyes to see Jake’s pelvis flush against her ass, his large sac resting against her pussy. He pulled out slowly as she watched, amazed that such a huge cock had been embedded in her ass. She stared in fascination, and he pumped in and out of her as she lay limply beneath him as yet another orgasm built within her. She couldn’t take this anymore. And then he pulled all the way out.

She groaned in shock as her ass was suddenly empty and grasping on air. For a few minutes no one moved. She could see on the screen her ass slowly returning to normal. Then he did the unthinkable. He positioned his hard cock at her rosette and ruthlessly reopened her, pounding into her without mercy. This time, he reamed her ass until eventually he emptied himself into her, slumping on top of her, his cock still buried inside of her.

“Gentlemen, I return you sub to you. Treat her well. She’s a champ.” And with that, he slowly pulled his now-limp cock out of her, gave her a quick swat on the ass, and turned to walk away.

She couldn’t see the screen anymore as Mac pushed it aside to position his cock at her mouth. “Open,” he demanded. She did at the same time she felt Sean’s cock slam into her pussy. She was glad that they didn’t expect her to do anything. They were clearly massively turned on watching Jake take her ass. Mac held her hair tightly, holding her head in position, and he fucked her mouth hard, pushing deeply into her throat.

Likewise, Sean pounded into her pussy as if he was trying to meet Mac in the middle. She was so limp she didn’t even need the straps to hold her still. She was limp as continuous tremors rolled through her body in one continuous, never-ending orgasm. They both came quickly within her.

They were breathing heavily when they unstrapped her from the table. She felt them wrap her in a large blanket, like a mummy. Sean removed the locker key from her collar while Mac carried her. They got her things from the locker and put them in a bag with the shoes that she’d doffed in room two.

They took her into a private room. She just wanted to sleep, but the insisted aftercare couldn’t wait. She felt them rubbing the lotion into her aching ass and on her poor abused breasts and nipples. Then they wrapped her back up and carried her out to the elevators. They headed straight down to the parking level and bundled her into the car. Mac kept her on his lap all the way home.

She was too tired to figure out the mixed messages. On one hand, they were looking after her so sweetly, the concern in their eyes. She almost laughed. Even after all of these years, she could read them both like a book. Mac had a tendency to strike out first so that he did the leaving. When she’d left, it had reinforced everything he’d ever learned growing up and now he had just been starting to relax and trust her again.

Something happened to set him off or maybe he just freaked because he’d let his guard down. She had no idea what Mac’s problem was.

And now she knew Mac was worried that maybe he’d pushed her too far, and Sean felt guilty because he was sure he had, so they were both overcompensating by bending over backwards to be sweet to her. People never, ever really changed.

What she didn’t understand was what happened during her afternoon nap to make them decide to take her to the club and give her to Jake. She’d thought they were making so much progress and had felt so close to them and now this. It had been an unbelievably sexually satisfying experience, but it was also so impersonal. She didn’t blame the Jake guy. He’d done a very good job at what he’d been asked to do. But why did they ask him?

She came down to breakfast still perplexed, but determined to feel positive. They’d let her sleep alone which she decided to attribute to feelings of guilt. Her ass was still sore, and she didn’t think she’d be able to handle anal for a few days but overall, she decided that things were progressing.

So she made a concerted effort to be cheerful, but that didn’t last when she saw the two grim-faced men in the kitchen.

“What are you doing wearing clothes? Strip.”

What the hell had happened? Yesterday afternoon had been amazing. Even being shared at the club had ended up being amazingly sexually satisfying even if it wasn’t something she’d want to do on a regular basis.

But now Mac was back to being a shit. And what was with Sean? He just slammed her breakfast in front of her and said, “You heard the man. Strip, honey, or do you want another strap across that ass, but this time without the orgasm afterward?”

She looked at the two of them. They both radiated anger and pain, so much pain that they were each trying to hide. What the hell was wrong with them? She’d gone way outside her comfort zone last night to please them and now they were furious and hurt and she was just plain confused.

“What happened? What’s with you two?”

“Seriously, what happened?” Mac enquired witheringly. “We weaken, treat you like a lover, not just a sub or a slave, and you repay us by checking out New York apartments. You’ve only been here for two days. Are you are already counting the days until you get your freedom back.” He pulled her out of her chair. She saw Sean pull the belt from his pants and slap it against his hand.

“You’re hurting me.”

“Good. Now lay over the table. We are going to redden your ass, and then you are going to strip naked and kneel at my feet and suck my cock like a good little slave. And if you are really good, I’ll fuck you later.”

Michelle pulled away, tears streaming down her face. If that’s how they wanted to play it, she wasn’t going to just take it. Enough with this slave shit. She was going to take charge. She was tired of mixed messages and a lack of communication and walked on egg shells never knowing whether Nice Mac and Sweet Sean would show up or it would be two assholes who just looked at Mac and Sean. As much as she wanted them back, it wasn’t going to be on these terms. She couldn’t live like this.

She made a decision. She would make a new set of rules. Maybe it would work out in the end and maybe it wouldn’t, but she’d have her self-respect.

“Red.”

“What?” Mac’s anger drained from him as he slumped down into his chair. “What did you say?”

“You’ve been trying to push me away since we met in your office, both of you.” She turned to Sean who looked like he wanted to interrupt. “Yes, you too, Mr. Passive-Aggressive ‘Good Cop’ O’Mally. Well congratulations. You’ve succeeded. I’m leaving again. Are you happy now? I’m going upstairs to get my stuff. I’d appreciate it if one of you could call me a cab.”

She marched upstairs, determined not to cry. She went into the bathroom and gathered up her toiletries and repacked them. She saw her briefcase tucked behind the suitcase. She checked and all the cash was there. She would really like to take the high road, but she needed the money. She tucked it under her arm and schlepped the suitcases to the stairs. Sean tried to help her carry them down, but she wouldn’t let him. Eventually, he gave up and watched her make the three trips up and down the stairs with sad eyes.

She saw the cab pull up. One by one she carried each case down the steps, and the driver put them into the trunk. Then it was just the briefcase left. Mac handed it to her, his face stricken for just a second before he composed his features into a coldness that scared her.

Without a word, she turned and left.

* * * *

Sean and Mac looked at each over before walking back in the house, closing the door behind them with a thud that had the sound of finality. It wasn’t an emotional slamming. The door closed with a sad whisper seeming to echo the loss that they were both facing.

Mac turned to Sean. “Oh, god. What did we do?”

“We destroyed the best thing in both of our lives because we are fucking idiots and now we are going to die alone and unloved.”

“No more than we deserved. Why didn’t we learn our lesson ten years ago? We pushed her and she ran away from us and we pushed her again and she ran again.” He laughed mirthlessly.

“Isn’t that the definition of insanity, doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results? We love her but all we do is hurt her and drive her away.”

He walked into the dining room and sat down at the table, leaning down and putting his head in his hands. Sean paused in the doorway, tears running down his cheeks.

“It was my fault. Ten years ago. It was my fault you lost Michelle. I was so damned jealous of what you had. I should have just walked away and let you two be happy.”

“No, no, Sean.” Mac looked up and Sean could see that he had tears on his cheeks, too. “It was my decision, too. We’d always been happiest sharing. We both loved her. We could have made her happy, if we’d just taken our time and eased her into it, given her a chance to get used to us. I knew about her upbringing and I knew that she felt guilty sleeping with me. If I’d had a sensitive bone in my body, I’d have realized how she’d react to the situation. I should have stayed home the next day and help her work through her emotions and guilt. It was my fault more than it was your fault.”

Sean laughed briefly.

“Okay, it was both our faults, and it is both our faults now. Neither of us learned anything. She was right. We were deliberately pushing her because we believed that she’d never stay once the contract was done and part of us needed to push her away, to be able to blame her for leaving us again.”

He looked at Mac. “We got through it once. We’ll get through it again.”

“Speak for yourself. I hurt so bad, Sean. I refused to ‘get through it.’ I think we should track her down and drag her back by her hair and lock her in the playroom until she agrees to be our forever.”

“Interesting approach, but don't you think that's a bit extreme?”

“How about this then, we give her a couple of weeks to cool off and then we fly to New York and crawl on our hands and knees and beg her to take us back.”

“Sounds like a plan. How about this. On what would have been day thirty of the contact, we show up on her doorstep and offer ourselves as
her
slaves for thirty days to show how serious we are?”

“Let’s do it.”

Two weeks later.

Mac and Sean and some of their key staff were in the conference room waiting for their new law team to arrive. There was some paperwork to get out of the way, and they were going to meet the team working on their contracts.

It was a meeting that they would have loved to turn over to their junior staff, but they had to be in at least the first part of the meeting. They’d even had some serious discussions about selling the company and moving somewhere new. They’d already put the house on the market, and they couldn’t bring themselves to return to Club Libertine since she’d left. Maybe they’d sell their share if they couldn’t get her back.

Somehow, it hurt more this time, her leaving them, probably because it was mostly their fault this time. The calendar seemed to move so slowly. Two more weeks until it was time to go to New York and prostrate themselves before her. They’d had one of their security team track her down and make sure she was okay, but refrained from learning where she was living or working before the time limit they’d set themselves because if they knew where she was, they wouldn’t be able to wait to see her.

They sat in the Mac’s office waiting until the whole legal team had arrived. Mac’s admin gave them the word, and they walked into the boardroom, fake smiles plastered onto their faces.

Mac barely looked at the legal team before he started on his prepared spiel when Sean grabbed his arm hard and directed his attention to a lawyer at the end of the table.

Mac sat down abruptly and he could feel the color drain from his face. His staff seemed alarmed by his sudden collapse.

Sean stood up, trying to cover for Mac although he felt just like Mac looked. “Welcome all. I’m sure we will have a long and profitable association. Now our vice president of Legal is going to show you around. I’d just ask that Miss Edwards stay behind for a moment. We’d like a quick word.”

Michelle waited until the door closed behind the last of the lawyers and staff and then walked toward Mac as he looked up at her.
He looked like he hadn’t slept since she left and Sean didn’t look much better.

“What are you doing here?” asked Sean, his usual smile conspicuous by its absence.

“Did you think you could get rid of me that easily?” She smiled at them, but her smile held no humor. “I walked out once out of fear. But this time, I did it because I wanted to change the terms of our relationship and I thought it needed a shock before we could restart it.”

“We saw on your computer. You were searching for apartments in New York.” Sean’s voice was without expression. “You were going to leave us again.” His voice cracked.

“Dammit, Michelle. It nearly killed me when you left us the first time. I didn’t think anything could hurt any more but it did when you left us again.”