Read Cyborg Doms: Fane Online

Authors: H.C. Brown

Tags: #Noble Romance Publishing, #sci-fi, #Futuristic, #submission, #domination, #H.C. Brown, #dom, #sub, #Futuristic Paranormal Erotic Romance, #cyborgs

Cyborg Doms: Fane (7 page)

"Sounds like heaven." Jace chuckled.

Fane accessed his AI for information and passed it on to Jace.
"Make a big deal out
of checking the implant. It's in the right forearm. The date can be viewed through the skin."

"Got it. Hmm, the implants last a year. This place has no sexually transmitted diseases,
no unwanted pregnancy—paradise."

"We have private rooms and public rooms. You wanna private room, you ask me. Public means public. We have many exhibitionists who get off on an audience. On the dance floor, anything goes." The man glanced at Jace and licked his lips. "The bar has a VIP dom section. It divides the straight and gay areas of the club." He took a thumb scanner out of his pocket and placed it on the desk. "Membership fees are four hundred credits a year."

Fane pushed his thumb on the scanner. "How many members?"

"Couple hundred." The man read the screen and pushed the scanner toward Jace.

"Welcome to Whips."

"I wanna room. I have the need to flog some serious ass tonight." Jace grinned.

"Give me something in the gay section."

"Number three is a fully equipped dungeon. Head for the exit sign by the dance floor; the rooms are down the hall on the left." The man tapped the console on his desk.

"You make a mess, give me a buzz. We like to keep things clean. Let me know when you've finished, no rush, there's no time limit."

They moved into the crowded club and made their way to the VIP bar. Slow, sensual music flowed from every corner. Fane ordered a couple beers and leaned his back against the bar, surveying the room. A leather-clad dom walked by, flogger in hand, leading his sub on a long, silver chain to a booth. In one corner, couples danced intimately on the dance floor. Fane met the gaze of a dark-eyed beauty, dancing alone, and then looked away.

He sighed and inclined his head toward Jace. "I met the girl of my dreams tonight."

"What?" Jace studied him with an expression of incredulity. "Who is she?"

"Dr. Tamara Bright." Fane took a long drink of his beer. "She's not interested . . .

well, she kissed me, and it was hot. Then . . . I pulled back, and she turned frigid."

"She didn't melt in the face of your rugged charm?" Jace snorted. "That's a kick in the balls. I guess you're planning to see her again?"

Fane ran his finger through the condensation on the frosty beer bottle. "Oh . . .

yeah. She might take a bit of persuading, but I'm a patient man. I've been dreaming about her for years . . . I can wait a bit longer." He smiled. "I'm not giving up on love. It might take a miracle, but I'll do whatever it takes to make her mine."

"Well, in the meantime, there are a couple of sweet subs over there for you to try." Jace indicated toward the dance floor with his beer. "You know my motto . . . 'love the one you're with'."

* * * * *

Jace turned toward the other end of the bar and sauntered through the swinging doors to join the gay doms. He ordered a beer, snagged a private booth, and then turned his attention to the dance floor.
Oh yeah.
How long had he fantasized having a sweet sub or two of his own? For one hour or one damn night, he did not care. He leaned back against the booth, inhaled the heavy scent of man, and checked them out.

The Whips' house subs wore cute, gold whip earrings. They would be approachable, one-night-stand guys. Sipping his beer, Jace cast his gaze over the dancers. There were two barely legal, sweet things dancing together. He watched them sway to the music, their bare asses moving seductively under leather chaps. The dancers turned as one to reveal semi-hard cocks. Both men wore ball separators, and Jace's mouth watered at the sight of their red, restrained balls. His gaze travelled up to pierced nipples on hairless chests. One man had braided two long strands of his raven hair with beads in the style of an ancient warrior. The other had blond, cherub-like curls. Jace rubbed his cock slowly while its twin remained nestled inside, twitching for release. He enjoyed the caress of the leather against his naked shaft, and the restriction of the skin-tight pants heightened his pleasure.

His gaze travelled to the cherub. The man could move. His sexy, petite body undulated to the music. Jace sighed. That delightful bit of ass was not a house sub.

Damn
. Jace shrugged. What the hell—one night was all he would give this pair. Warrior Braids met his gaze. The man's eyes drifted down and stopped on the prominent bulge in Jace's pants. Jace moved across the floor and stood in front of the two men. "Get into my booth."

Jace turned and walked away. He paused in front of his booth to wait for the two subs to follow. Both men fell to their knees inside the booth, heads bowed. Jace ran his fingers through the cherub's curls. "Stand."

Drawing a deep breath, Jace met the sub's expressive, cornflower blue eyes. The sub immediately dropped his gaze. Long, brown lashes brushed his rose-blushed cheeks.

God help me
, Jace thought.
He's glorious
. "Name."

"Lucian, master." He clasped his hands behind his back.

Jace could not remember seeing a sub so afraid; Lucian shook in his boots.

Why are you here, Lucian? Look at me. You may speak freely."

"It's my first time in the club, master. Dominic has trained me how to please you, master."

Casting a glance at Warrior Braids, Jace inclined his head toward the kneeling man. "You're Dominic, I assume?"

That's all I need—a sub trained by a sub.
Jace ran his hands down Lucian's chest. He bent to pull at the nipple ring with his lips. Hell, he wanted to pet the sweet thing, offer him the world, and spank his delicious ass. Maybe tomorrow, after he had slaked his lust. He ran his tongue around the flat nipple, then trailed a wet path up the bare chest to Lucian's neck. He sucked at the throbbing vein there. Under his tongue, Lucian trembled, and a rush of air escaped his lips on a soft moan. Jace's cock began to throb.

Fuck, the man's musky scent hit him like a potent aphrodisiac. He craved an innocent to train, but not tonight. Right now, he needed to dominate and take. Lifting his head, he gazed into Lucian's flushed face and shook his head slowly. Although Jace would no doubt regret not claiming Lucian's sweet ass, right now he had more pressing needs.

"Go back to the dance floor," he told him, "and send me a house sub."

He noted Lucian's dejected expression.

"Have you tasted a flogger?" Jace asked.

"No, master." Lucian dropped his gaze.

Jace ran a hand through his hair. Too sweet, he thought. Too innocent. An accident waiting to happen. "Before you get into a scene, make sure you inform your dom about your lack of experience. Have a safe word and use it. Now go, I need some experienced ass."

Turning his attention on Dominic, Jace took the flogger from his belt and rested it on Dominic's bare shoulder. "You have broken a rule. Only a dom is permitted to train a sub. See the damage you've done? Lucian will get hurt; doms will expect him to know the different levels of submission. You've put that sweet sub in danger. He has no idea of the rules. I have a very special punishment for you, but for now—lick my boots."

Jace watched the dance floor; Lucian wove his way through the dancers, his blond curls glistening in the overhead lights. A few moments later, a small, fine-boned man with almond-shaped eyes headed toward the booth. The man wore a small leather thong and nothing else to cover his clear, unblemished skin. The sub's dark eyes met Jace's gaze briefly, and then the man dropped to his knees. Jace tapped him on the head with his flogger. "Name."

"Master, I am Lee, and I am experienced for your pleasure."

Lifting his chin, Jace inhaled the heavy musk in the room. Ah, nothing like the smell of pure, unadulterated sex. He looked down at the men at his feet. "What is your safe word?"

The subs glanced furtively at each other.

"We usually use
challenge
, master," said Lee.

Trailing the long leather tails of the flogger down Lee's back, Jace took in the sub's glossy, black hair and his soft, almost feminine body. Mentally, he began to plan the scene. His balls ached at the thought of having both of them. "Get up, and go to room three."

Jace followed the two men from the bar and down a dark passageway. The subs stopped partway down the hall. They stood to one side of a heavy, studded, wooden door and waited for him to enter. Jace brushed by the two blushing subs and entered the dimly lit dungeon. They followed obediently, and stood to one side, their eyes fixed on the stone floor.

With the door locked, Jace walked around the dungeon, lighting short, fat candles in the standing candelabras. The dungeon was better than he had expected.

Chains hung from the ceiling. Benches, mats, and wooden frames of every description occupied much of the huge room's floor space. Whips and paddles adorned a wall. The heavy smell of candle wax and the weird, droning music completed the picture. Hell, everything to tempt a dom into action.
Nice.

After selecting two pairs of cuffs from an assortment of gear on a table, he cuffed both men, then he stood back to look at them.

"Remove the ball separators." He waited until they complied. "Kiss."

The subs looked at him, mouths agape. Jace took a whip from the wall and cracked it. "Kiss and I want to see lots of tongue."

Jace opened his pants and stroked his shaft. Oh yeah, there was nothing like watching a hot, steamy kiss to kick things off and get the blood moving. He smiled.

Dominic took charge and plunged his long fingers into Lee's hair to drag him closer.

The kiss was intense, hot, and wet. Lee made little mewing sounds, and after a few seconds, they were both hard, their cocks rubbing together like sabers in a sword fight.

Jace cracked the whip. "Enough. Arms up."

Jace dragged down a chain from the ceiling, attached the two men face to face, and strung them up. "You are so bad. Look what you did to me; my balls are bursting.

I'm gonna hurt you so good."

He threw the whip to the floor, took the flogger, and dragged the leather streamers across their asses and down their legs. He began a series of light blows to bring the blood rushing to the surface. Starting with the backs of their legs, he increased the intensity and flogged in even strikes up over their sweet, bare asses and up their backs. "Kiss again."

Lee bent his head; his long, black hair tumbled forward, his open mouth closed down hard over Dominic's wet lips. Their mouths glided in a passionate embrace.

When Dominic captured Lee's bottom lip between his white teeth, Jace moaned. Pre-cum dripped from their rock-hard cocks. Their skin bore his marks, and the sight made his twin cock burst free of its sac.
Fuck
. He turned away and snatched up a couple of blindfolds. "Shut your eyes."

After securing the blindfolds, he unhooked the subs from the chain and led them to a mat on the floor. "I'm gonna fuck you till you scream. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, master," gasped the subs in unison.

"Lie on your back, Dominic. Lee, straddle him, and then bend over to show me your ass. Knees up, Dominic; I want your asses close together. Hold those knees up. I wanna see those cocks pressed together too. Oh yeah, that looks pretty."

Jace took the lube from the table and squeezed a liberal amount on his subs'

asses. In this position, he could fuck them both at the same time. He smeared the lube around Lee's star, pressing and circling the entrance with his thumb. "How many cocks you had tonight?"

"None tonight, master. I'll be good and tight for you." Lee pushed his ass back against Jace's fingers.

Moving to Dominic's ass, Jace noticed bruising around the winking red hole. The sub had taken severe punishment and not long ago. Jace would not go seconds on any ass. "What about you?"

"No, not for a week, master," replied Dominic.

Pressing his finger deep inside Dominic's hole, Jace met resistance and no evidence of lube. Satisfied with Dominic's answer, he pushed his pants down to his knees and smoothed lube over his two bursting cocks. He slapped Lee's ass cheeks until they glowed with his handprints, and then knelt, resting the heads of his cocks against the subs' holes. Grasping Lee's hips, he thrust forward and slid into paradise. Both men's holes were both tight, and Damien let out a cry followed by a long moan. Jace pushed in to the root, both cocks encased in slick heat. He began to move.
In charge at
last
. He took it slow, enjoying every deep thrust, every hot, delicious slide. The subs began to make soft, appreciative noises. Jace increased his pace. "Kiss, I wanna see your bellies covered with cum."

Raking his nails down both subs' hips, he road them hard. So damn good, encased inside two sizzling-hot holes. His balls grew hot. Shivers of sensation rushed up his thighs. Too good. So much pleasure. Dark flashes spiked in his AI. He gripped handfuls of soft flesh and fell over the edge in a starburst of strange emotions. Breathing heavily, Jace tried desperately to gather his thoughts
. I can't die of pleasure, can I?
He withdrew and gazed at the twitching assholes, glossy with his seed. He staggered to his feet, stumbled to the washbasin, and cleaned off the traces of sex. He pushed his cocks back inside his pants and went back to his subs. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air, so damn arousing. If he stayed here, he would want them again. "Relax. You may remove your blindfolds. You pleased your master."

He looked at Dominic's kiss-swollen lips, eyed the subs' bellies, glossy with cum.

His own seed ran down their legs and glistened in the candlelight. "Did your master satisfy you?"

"Yes, master." Dominic dropped his gaze.

"Most certainly, master," Lee said.

Jace folded his arms across his chest. "Then collect your stuff; you may leave."

With a wide grin, he watched them slip from the room and run down the hall toward the subs' showers. He accessed his AI.
"Connect me to Fane, Mind Speak. Hey man
I'm in heaven."

"Sweet. I'll buy you a beer to celebrate."

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