The First Order [Safeword LLC 1] (Siren Publishing Sensations) (14 page)

“Fine, Sir.” Becca murmured, her cheek pressed against the bench.

Becca had the wherewithal to know what he was talking about, but it felt like she couldn’t breathe. Her chest had tightened and her palms were slipping against the black leather. Being placed in such a position made her feel vulnerable. The dress she was wearing was short, but was it covering her ass? Could everyone see her pussy, or worse—the plug that was situated in her anus? Maybe she should have said yellow.

“Good girl,” Ross said, standing yet keeping his hands on the small of her back.

Why did those words have such an effect on her? It dawned on her that she should be happy they hadn’t made her undress completely. The majority of the subs had been naked when she’d entered the dungeon. Something caught her eye and she looked back toward the wall. Were those whips? The air whooshed out of her lungs.

“Ross, your thoughts? Wide, slim, thick, thin?”

“Your choice, brother, but remember, we need to permit Harrison his due.”

What did Ross say? Becca jerked her arms against the restraints, forgetting that she couldn’t move. They wouldn’t really allow another man to hit her, would they? She wanted to ask, but knew that she wasn’t allowed to speak and didn’t want anything added to her punishment. Becca felt something gliding down her inner thigh and at first, thought someone was touching her. She then realized that it was her cream slipping out of her pussy.

“I think this will do,” Lane said, before walking toward her with something in his hands. “Ross, would you like to do the honors?”

They were talking as if she wasn’t there and for some reason, that made her punishment sink in a little more. The implement Lane held in his hands seemed rather large, resembling exactly what it was—a paddle. It was black with a sizable round end and a slim handle for him to hold. If only she’d done what was asked of her, she’d be home in their apartment, finding release. Wait a second, she thought. They opted for paddling instead of denying her an orgasm. Did that mean they would give her relief? Or maybe she wouldn’t want relief after they paddled her. She had told them she didn’t like pain. Why wouldn’t they believe her?

Air floated across her skin as someone lifted her dress and laid the fabric over her lower back. It was Ross doing the honors. Becca bit her lip, knowing that they’d just displayed her to the room. She saw people gathering around out of her peripheral view. That knowledge had her clit throbbing as blood rushed to the small nub. Again, how did Lane and Ross know her body would react this way?

“Rebecca, if you could see how beautiful your ass is, raised up in the air and awaiting your punishment,” Lane said, describing what he saw in detail. “The plug we bought you is so snug in your crevice that it will in no way impede what we have planned.”

How could her ass be beautiful? Didn’t he see that it was too plump? Her previous insecurities came rushing back. Becca felt a stirring of anger that they would allow others to see her. She didn’t have the body type of the woman displayed on the cross. Her figure was just a little too curvaceous for her, as Becca was sure it would be for other people. The sound of a smack brought her attention back to what was awaiting her, causing her to tense. When nothing struck her skin, Becca relaxed a little and let out a sigh. Lane must have struck the implement against his hand.

Becca felt Ross walk around her and sure enough, he was in her line of sight. Bending down, he placed his face next to hers. While that should have comforted her, Becca would have rather he’d stayed on her other side with his fingers on her skin in reassurance. Having him this close seemed too personal, as he would see her reaction to what was about to take place. She felt a momentary strike of panic at them being so observant. Would they see her arousal and thinks it was in anticipation of her paddling? She really wasn’t into pain.

“We would like for you to count them out for us, Rebecca,” Lane instructed.

No sooner had he spoken the sentence than Becca heard the sound of the paddle hitting her ass. It took a split second for the pain to register, but when it did, she knew her eyes widened and her lips parted. The blistering sting on her right cheek traveled down her leg, making her toes curl. Ross’s intense gaze remained on hers and although she wanted to shut him out, she knew she wasn’t allowed.

“Rebecca?” Ross’s soft voice penetrated the rushing sound within her ears.

“One, Sir.” Becca hadn’t meant to scream the words, but the pent-up air in her lungs produced the loudness anyway. How many swats was she going to receive? The same searing pain was created on her left cheek as Lane brought down the paddle again. Becca involuntarily jerked in her restraints. Now that the burn was registering, she bit her lip to keep from crying out. When he didn’t deliver another strike, she realized he was waiting on her. Ross gave a small smile, as if he knew it had finally dawned on her. Damn him for being so observant. “Two, Sir.”

Ross held up a small white device, making a show of pressing a button. The butt plug started to vibrate, causing the tiny nerves within her anus to blend in with the pain. All the sounds in the room faded away as her heartbeat became louder. Lane brought down the paddle again, this time in the middle of her ass. The intensity of the blow shifted the toy, intermingling all of her sensations into one. Over and over, Lane continued his rhythm as she automatically yelled out the correct number. Ross had a tender smile on his face as Becca registered why. He thought she was enjoying the pain. Was she? Becca refused to answer herself as Lane carried her farther and farther to that sweet edge. Just one more swat with the paddle and she knew she’d find that much needed release.

“Harrison?”

At the sound of Lane calling out to their host, Becca felt as if her body had been slammed into the ground. No, she thought. They wouldn’t allow another man to paddle her. They wouldn’t.

“You’ve gone easy on her, Lane. If that had been my sub, she would have been sobbing by now. Is there a point you’re making that I should be aware of?”

“That’s not your concern, Harrison, and you know it,” Lane responded, his tone just as stern as it was when he found out she’d disobeyed their orders. Ross lifted his hand and pressed another button on the device, shutting off the vibrations in her ass. There was a gleam in his eyes that she didn’t understand. Becca hadn’t realized how hot the skin on her ass was until she’d been given a reprieve. It was an uncomfortable feeling and distracted her from the conversation Lane and Harrison were having. “I believe you are owed four strikes. We will afford you that much.”

“Sub, you do not have to count as you did earlier,” Harrison said, obviously taking over. Lane finally came into her sight, standing behind Ross, who was still kneeling next to her. “I will repeatedly ask you a question and you will answer to prove to the Order that you understand our rules.”

The pain that radiated from her left cheek was nothing like she’d ever experienced. The air was sucked out of her lungs and Becca couldn’t prevent her legs from trying to move. Tears immediately filled her eyes and Becca blinked rapidly to keep them at bay.

“Are you worthy now of being a sub under our rules?”

“Yes, Sir!” Becca screamed out. She wanted this over with. She wanted to go home and be with her men.

Whack!

“Are you worthy now of being a sub under our rules?”

“Yes, Sir!” Becca couldn’t hold back a sob. Her skin felt like it was on fire and the worst part was that she couldn’t move to prevent flames from spreading.

Whack!

“Are you worthy now of being a sub under our rules?”

“Yes, Sir!” One more, Becca thought, one more and this would all be over with. She no longer wanted to come. Her body didn’t respond to Harrison like it did her Masters.

Whack!

“Sub, are you now worthy of being a sub under our rules?” Harrison asked, his voice tender.

“Yes, Sir,” Becca whispered, having no more strength.

She knew what they had been trying to prove. Lane and Ross had spent a week getting to know her body, her likes and dislikes, and would more than likely spend copious amounts of time in the future finding out what her limits were—because she obviously didn’t have a clue. What Becca was sure of was that Lane and Ross were well aware of her pain threshold and had been able to enhance her arousal. It wasn’t Lane that had been punishing her, but instead, he’d let Harrison do the job. Lane’s purpose tonight was to show her that she needed to place her faith in them. Becca had learned two things this evening. One, she’d always follow the Order’s rules, and two, her trust in her Masters had grown. The question was—what would she have to do to prove it?

“Like the view?”

Ross loved the smile that slowly spread across Becca’s face as she looked at him over her shoulder. They’d arrived home somewhere close to midnight, and knowing that she was tired from the evening’s festivities, tucked her in her own bed for a good night’s sleep. Ross had left his door open, just in case she awoke and needed anything after such an emotional night. Either she wasn’t tired or she had something on her mind.

“I thought that New York was known as the city that never sleeps,” Becca said, looking back down at the city streets below. She was wearing the white silk robe they’d provided her and it outlined her figure beautifully. He came to stand behind her, placing his hands on her hips and his chin on top of her head. She leaned back against him and he was still amazed at how well she fit into his arms. “It makes me wonder what they’re thinking.”

“What do you mean?”

“The people down there…are they happy or sad? Are they out trying to find what they think everyone else has or are they celebrating what they already have?”

“Even though it’s three o’clock in the morning, I actually follow you. I’d say, the bars are starting to close, so my bet is they are too drunk to care either way.” Ross looked across the distance to the apartment building, noticing a few lights still burning. Were they awake with their lovers? She had him starting to wonder as well, but it was her he was most concerned with. “I suppose I can ask you the same question, seeing as it’s almost three o’clock in the morning. Are you not happy?”

“I guess that’s why I’m having trouble sleeping,” Becca admitted. “I am happy and I’m trying to figure out why.”

Ross chuckled, pulling her tighter against him. “You’re wondering why a spanking makes you happy?”

Becca half-heartedly slapped his arm and then wrapped her arms around his, which were now across her abdomen. She was relaxed and comfortable with him. Ross found he enjoyed her like this and would make the most of it.

“It’s more than that.”

Ross waited for her to continue, but it was obvious she was hesitant to reveal too much. He wanted to change that. How could he stress the importance of honesty, especially with the type of relationship they endeavored to have?

“Go on,” Ross urged.

“Ever since I can remember, my fantasies have always revolved around bondage.” Becca paused, as if waiting for him to say something. He remained silent, knowing that if he spoke she might stop talking altogether. Ross felt her heart rate pick up, but was thankful when she continued. “I couldn’t even manage an orgasm without thinking I was tied up somehow. I know that sounds crazy, but I suddenly feel whole. With the two of you, I just need to listen to your voice and I’m, well, you know.”

“So we’re only good for orgasms?”

“No,” Becca said, laughing. She covered her mouth and looked back to the hallway, maybe to see if they’d awakened Lane. Ross hoped that he would wake up, wanting his brother to see the real Becca. “This week has been, I don’t know, it’s so hard to explain. It just feels right.”

“Then why question it? Come on.” Ross grabbed her hand and spun her around, leading the way to the kitchen. Though her brows had turned down in concentration, as if she were trying to figure out how to answer his question, Becca followed. “Let’s see what kind of snacks we can find while you explain what feels right.”

Leaving her sitting on the stool, Ross rummaged through the freezer and pulled out a pint of rocky road ice cream. Grabbing two spoons, he handed her one while leaning across the counter and taking the lid off. He wiggled his eyebrows as he dug in, causing her to laugh again. Ross could get used to that sound and studied her green eyes, making sure he didn’t miss a thing.

“So? What feels right?”

“I can’t say,” Becca replied, slipping the ice cream off her spoon with her tongue. His cock twitched, wanting to feel her mouth around his shaft. “I might jinx it.”

“Not possible. You can’t jinx a contract.”

“All right. Ms. Van Camp said we were compatible. I just didn’t realize how much so until this evening and I guess I’m questioning how.”

“And why is that?” Ross took another bite, although he was more interested in what Becca had to say.

“There wasn’t another man there this evening that I would have wanted to be with.” Becca plopped her spoon back in the carton and placed her chin in her hands, looking him in the eye. “Please don’t think I was looking, because I wasn’t. But when I look back on our night, I find that it’s the truth. You and Lane have given me something that I never thought possible and I’m not afraid to admit that it scares me to think that the only thing keeping us together is a piece of paper.”