Oak, Sophie - Siren Beloved [Texas Sirens 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (9 page)

“I need a chair, Lucas.” The words came out of the Master’s mouth like a judge delivering a sentence.

“Yes, Sir.” Lucas’s words were silky smooth. There was not a hint of hesitation now. Lexi could hear him moving to do Master A’s bidding.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Lexi asked, though she was a bit less hostile now. She’d fucked up. She was just glad Julian wasn’t around to witness it, though Leo would probably tell him. Tears pricked her eyes. Damn, she was proving to Leo she couldn’t handle it. “Look, Sir, I’m sorry. It was very wrong of me to be rude to you, but I was just pointing out that Lucas and I had a plan for tonight.”

Reason
. She could reason with him, surely. It worked on all the men in her life. Of course, usually she was looking at them instead of trying to plead her case to a group of back muscles. The muscles were unbelievably tight, but his skin—oh, his skin had been decimated in his lower back. It was a mess of white, puckered flesh, and she could see both neat, surgical lines, and jagged edges. Lexi reached out to touch the mass of scars, but she was jerked back over his shoulder and set on her feet before she could make it. She wobbled on her heels, but Master A’s big hands held her shoulders.

“I don’t think you understand how this is going to go, sub. I am the Master, and you are the one being punished. I won’t put up with a spoiled little princess telling me how her punishment will go. It will go the way I say it will go. First, you will pay for the insult to me, and then we’ll proceed to the sawhorse.”

“I don’t like the sawhorse.” The words came out breathy and small, because she was beginning to understand that this was serious.

Master A didn’t look like he was planning on giving in. And she hated being called a spoiled little princess, but a part of her worried that he was right. The last few years, she had allowed herself to become that. She’d fled from everything that hurt her. She’d hidden. She’d let her stepfathers and Lucas coddle and provide for her so she didn’t have to face the truth.

“I don’t care. Lucas has done the best he could, but the truth is he wasn’t trained to be a Dom. He might enjoy it from time to time, but he prefers bottoming. You require a firm hand. If you don’t want it, then you’re free to leave. No one is holding you against your will. This is all about consensual play, so you have to make the choice. Do you want the session to continue?”

She hated this part. This was the part that she’d never understood. She had to make the choice, and she couldn’t put it off on anyone else. She wanted for him to just do it. Then she could blame him later, but that wasn’t what The Club was about. She’d been coming here for a year and a half, and she finally had to decide to make the choice—stay and put herself in the hands of a stranger, or go and never know what it was like. And then there was the fact that Master A was right. Lucas needed something she couldn’t give him.

She cast her eyes down submissively. How bad could it be? “Yes, Sir.”

“Then strip.”

Lexi’s eyes came up. She was never naked in The Club. Oh, sure, she wore some really skimpy outfits, but she’d never been fully unclothed before.

“You’re beautiful, baby. Show them.” Lucas’s hands were suddenly on her shoulders, a welcome warmth.

With shaking fingers, she started to undo the clasps of her corset. She swallowed, thinking about everyone in the crowd. Suddenly Master A’s hand came out, cupping her cheek, enveloping her. His dark eyes were really brown, not black, and there was a heat in them now that was absent before.

“It’s only us, Lexi. Don’t think about the audience. It’s you and Lucas and your Dom. You don’t trust me yet, but you will. Now take off your clothes and show your Dom that gorgeous body. Lucas wants to show you off.”

There was a husky chuckle, and Lucas’s hands slid around her waist, covering her own. “I do, baby. I’ve always wanted to show you off.”

Lucas undid the next hook, and the rest of the world seemed to fall away. She could feel Lucas’s heat at her back, and Master A’s hot eyes on her body. She felt lovely all of a sudden. Lucas wanted to show her off? It was common in The Club for a Dom to show off his sub, but Lucas had never asked. He was probably afraid to. She let her head fall back against Lucas’s shoulder, giving him free access to undress her. If this was his fantasy, then she would make it a good one.

And was it really only his fantasy? She knew it was a trick of the imagination, but if she closed her eyes, she could turn Master A’s deep, husky voice just a little more melodic, a slight bit higher. She could make him just a bit less muscular, and if his hair was longer and more sun-kissed, he could be Aidan. She could pretend for a moment that Aidan was with them again, and they were complete.

Longing swept across her soul as Lucas slipped the corset off, baring her breasts. Cool air wisped at her nipples, tightening them. Lexi wondered what Master A was seeing. She knew her own body. It was a little bigger than perfect, more hourglass than was fashionable. Her breasts were large, and she thought they were already sagging a bit. Her hips were far too big, and she didn’t like to think about her ass.

“Touch was allowed in our contract, Lexi. I’m going to touch you now.” Master A’s voice had gone to a deep, seductive grumble.

Now her nipples peaked, and it had nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with the magnificent man in front of her. He was scarred, but there was no denying his appeal. He exuded masculinity, and it called to her. She might have hesitated, but Lucas was behind her, kissing her neck. His hips were moving gently against the small of her back as though he couldn’t help himself.

“That is if Lucas isn’t planning on prematurely ejaculating all over you,” Master A said dryly.

She felt Lucas smile on the nape of her neck. He kissed her one last time and then stepped back. “I make no promises. I’ve waited a long time for her.”

The Master inclined his head politely. “And I’m honored to be a part of it.”

Lexi stood still, expecting his hands to come out and grab for her breasts, but he touched her face. With a single finger he traced the line of her jaw from just below her ear to her chin. Lucas’s hands were on her waist. He slid his fingers under the sides of her silky thong and pushed them off her hips. He helped her balance as she stepped out of them and faced the Master without a stitch of clothing on. Master A ran his hand across her cheek and nose and through her hair, like a blind man memorizing the planes of her face, experiencing through touch.

He moved his hands down to her neck and shoulders. He caressed her arms, and his fingers tangled with hers. He turned her palms up and examined her fingers, touching the deep calluses she bore on her right thumb pad and the middle finger beside her nail. The damn finger was grooved because she’d spent so many years holding a pencil, and then a pen. She’d switched to a laptop, but the indention had never gone away. He pulled her writing hand into both of his, and suddenly she felt precious. She was enveloped in his warmth and care. She stood before the man utterly naked, and he was fascinated with her hand. He couldn’t know how that hand was a symbol of everything she was and everything she’d lost.

When he pulled it to his lips, Lexi shuddered as he kissed her skin. It felt, for the briefest of moments, like he was worshipping something infinitely precious and worthy.

He wasn’t anything she’d expected.

She turned her eyes to find Lucas standing at Master A’s side. There was no jealousy on his face, just a slight, indulgent smile.

“She is beautiful, Lucas,” the Master said, gently allowing her hand to drop.

“She is the most beautiful woman in the world.” Lucas had said it so many times, but this time, with both their eyes on her, she felt like it.

“I agree,” Master A said, and that glorious dimple made an appearance. “Unfortunately, she’s also a bit of a brat. What do we do to bratty little subs in The Club, Lucas?”

Lucas’s smile became distinctly predatory. “All manner of dirty, nasty things, Sir.”

Master A sat down in the chair Lucas had provided. He stretched his long, strong body in that rinky-dink folding chair and patted his lap. “Why don’t we start with the basics? Over my knee, sub. You owe me ten for cursing and another five for questioning me.”

Lexi took a deep breath. She was almost dizzy from the quick change. One minute the men were soft, sweet, and worshipful. Now they were ready to spank her. She suddenly remembered the crowd.
Damn
. She was in front of fifty people buck naked and about to get a spanking that, if she suspected right, was not going to be anything like Lucas’s. And yet she found herself placing her body over Master A’s lap. Lexi closed her eyes and hoped she would survive the experience.

Chapter Five

Aidan nearly sighed as Lexi placed her soft, sexy little body over his knee. His dick was an iron poker pressing against his leathers. He’d been rock hard all day, but his erection reached epic proportions the minute they had walked into the room.

She was shaking slightly as she positioned herself facing down over his lap. Such a sweet bundle of femininity. He’d seen her insecurity when he’d ordered her to strip, but he couldn’t resist. It had been so long since he’d been close to her, his skin against hers. He needed to see her again, all of her. She was as perfect as he’d remembered. Glorious round breasts tipped with dusky pink nipples. Generous hips he’d loved to grip as he’d fucked into her tight little pussy. If they had been alone, he would have ordered her to spread her legs and present her pussy to him. An image of that one perfect night flooded his brain. He’d shoved his cock into Lexi’s wet pussy and pulled out to offer Lucas a taste. Lucas had bent down to put his mouth on Lexi, but Aidan had stopped him. He’d pressed his cock to Lucas’s mouth and shared the taste of their lover.

Oh, he wanted that again, but he had to prove himself first.

He caressed Lexi’s silky skin. She’d been a perfect little brat, thinking she could control her own punishment. Julian was right. She was in dire need of some correction. Aidan brought his hand up and smacked that gorgeous ass.

Lexi yelped, but Aidan was merciless. Her pretty legs kicked, and she clutched his ankles. He spanked her over and over, never losing count. He watched her porcelain skin flush a pretty pink as he struck in a pattern, never hitting the same spot twice. After he reached a count of ten, Lexi seemed to calm, her body softening and hanging over him, limp as a doll. He could hear her crying, and everything in him wanted to pull her up and hold her, but she needed this. She needed the discipline and everything that came after.

He slapped her ass, carefully remembering every bit of his training. The last six months had been a nonstop mixture of getting reacquainted with ranch work and learning how to be a Dom. He’d spent every hour of the week working the herd he’d inherited from his father and the weekends learning what he needed to know to get his loves back.

Julian Lodge and Leo Meyer had made sure his training was thorough. There wasn’t anything, and he meant anything, he could do to Lexi and Lucas that he hadn’t had done to him. He knew that Lexi’s ass was stinging. He brought his hand down one last time, and it was done. Now was the part he’d wanted to get to all along.

He smoothed his hand down her spine. “You did very well, Lexi.”

She sniffled, but didn’t move under his hand. Aidan took it as his cue to help her up. She was soft, almost boneless in his lap as he arranged her so she sat cuddled in his arms. Lucas walked up behind him and stroked her hair. Tears streaked down her face, but she seemed so much calmer now. He’d never gotten the whole “getting spanked” thing, but damn if it didn’t work for Lexi. She tilted her head up and those dark blue eyes pulled him right in. She was so fucking gorgeous. All he wanted to do was bend his lips to hers and kiss her. There was a watery smile on her face as Aidan realized she wasn’t looking at him. Lucas bent down and brushed his lips against hers.

“You were great, Lexi.”

She practically glowed under his praise. Her grin turned slightly devilish. “Thanks, babe. It takes true talent to get your ass whipped.”

“Step back, Lucas.” Aidan nearly winced at the harsh edge of his voice.

Lucas merely winked at Lexi and did as he was told. Aidan took it as the confidence of a man who was certain of his place with a woman. Lucas wasn’t jealous of him, but oh, Aidan was getting brutally jealous of Lucas. And Lexi, now that he thought of it. He was jealous of their ease and comfort with one another. Julian had been right. They needed a Dom. Aidan just needed to make sure he was the Dom they wanted.