The First Order [Safeword LLC 1] (Siren Publishing Sensations) (18 page)

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“This is becoming a habit.”

Lane waited for Becca to turn around before walking over to her. He’d been watching her for a while, wondering what she was thinking as she looked at the city streets below. She’d pulled her strawberry blonde hair back with a tie, displaying the way her neck gracefully arched when she tilted her head. Her emerald green eyes softened when they landed on him, granting him the knowledge that she liked these middle-of-the-night interludes.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” Becca whispered, trying to peer around him.

“Ross is still sleeping,” Lane replied, holding out his hand. “Sit with me a while.”

Becca took his hand and he led her over to the couch, where he made himself comfortable. Once she was seated, he kept pulling her hand until Becca was lying on the couch, with her head in his lap. As he pulled out her hair tie and ran his fingers through her hair, she looked up at him in question.

“What? Is it a crime to want a few minutes alone with you, without the hustle of our daily life?”

“No,” Becca said, shaking her head, “but you don’t strike me as the type of man to take time-outs.”

Lane laughed softly as he continued to stroke her hair. “Isn’t that one of the perks to a new relationship? Being surprised?”

“I suppose.” Becca shifted her shoulders, making herself a little more comfortable. “Is that how you see us? As being in a new relationship?”

“I heard what you said to Ross the other night, about you thinking that a piece of paper is what is binding us.” Lane wrapped a strand around his finger, rubbing his thumb against the satiny feel. “Does it really matter how a relationship starts? Isn’t the vital part in making it work?”

“I suppose,” Becca replied, sliding her bent knees down on the couch. As she did, her robe parted, revealing her creamy thighs. Lane couldn’t help but look, admiring her beauty. “Are you…happy with me so far?”

Lane brought his other hand up to smooth out the soft lines around her troubled eyes. What could he say to alleviate her fears? Was signing the annex to the contract not enough to prove that he and Ross felt that this was the beginning of something long-term?

“Becca, the real question is whether
you
are happy. But I will play along with you and say that, yes, we are. You’ve added something to our lives that has been missing and, as I said before, you surprise us often.”

“What was your childhood like?”

Her question threw him, for he usually wasn’t asked that question by a sub. But she was becoming more than that, wasn’t she? Lane thought back to when he and Ross were children, the memories causing him to smile.

“We were rotten.” His comment elicited a laugh from Becca. “Being fraternal twins, I was the oldest and never let Ross forget it either. Throughout our college years, I think I spent more time trying to keep Ross’s ass out of jail than I did on my studies.”

“Why isn’t that too hard to imagine?” Becca asked, although he could see he eyes droop a little bit from her lack of sleep of late. He kept stroking her hair.

“It was just my luck that it was my ass he saved from having our parents have to come and bail me out. I had had too much to drink after finals in our second year and ended up passed out on the roof of the girls’ dorm. The resident assistant called the police, but Ross pushed me off the side before they got there. I walked around looking like a cat’s scratching post from where the pricks had ripped my face and hands apart, but I was just grateful I hadn’t broken my neck.”

Becca’s smile lit her face up and he found himself wanting to tell her more outlandish adventures from when they were younger. Seeing her light up at something so simple, yet so meaningful to him, meant more to him than anything. He continued to talk until she fell asleep. He couldn’t bring himself to move her back to bed, so he settled himself deeper into the leather cushion. He truly hoped that she would continue to let her inner self shine through and not portray what she thought they wanted to see. If life had taught him anything, it was that happiness only came when one was true to oneself.

“We aren’t at home, so keep your eyes downcast and only speak when spoken to.”

Becca nodded her head in understanding as Lane and Ross led her up the stairs of an older, majestic building located about a mile away from their penthouse suite. They were about to enter a club called Crown Point, although the members often referred to it as just “The Point.” The week had passed in a blink of an eye, and here they were on a Friday night after having endeavored to close a deal at an upscale restaurant with a new investor—Lane and Ross called it a work in progress. Ross helped her out of the vehicle as Lane went around to speak with the driver, whom now Becca knew to be Jimmy.

“You look lovely this evening, by the way,” Ross said, placing his hand on her lower back as they entered the building and ascended the stairs. Lane followed behind them, as the staircase was rather small. “It’s a shame that you’ll have to remove your dress once we enter, although we know you’ll look sensational in what you’re wearing underneath.”

Becca was shaken. When she had gotten dressed this evening, Lane had added a special touch. Beneath the dress, she wore the nipple jewelry, which up till now had been trapped against the tailored cups of the dress. He had adjusted the bite of the clamps to sustain her circulation. However, the bite was a constant reminder of her position, captured between the two brothers.

The dinner with Carl Brookstern had gone exceptionally well, with Becca only having knocked the saltshaker over in her attempt to reach for her glass. She’d fared well and gave herself a pat on the back, especially when they brought up insurance companies. Apparently, Lane and Ross had a couple of stocks in their portfolio that interested Mr. Brookstern and talk had veered toward the stock’s values after some natural disasters had occurred, such as the hurricane that had devastated the east coast. She’d given her opinion on some of her previous competitors, as well as the layoffs of her previous employer.

She’d hidden the fact that she’d been wearing a black corset, with white silk ribbons outlining the demi cups cradling the exposed swell of her breasts and a tightly laced lattice front. The matching garter belt that was attached to her stockings was likewise adorned with white silk highlights and fit smoothly against her skin. The high heels weren’t too high for dinner, but perfect for what Ross and Lane desired, drawing her calves taut and causing her to arch her ass.

“Will I know anyone, Sir?” Becca knew her voice shook a little bit, but couldn’t prevent it. This was the first time she’d been to a club of this type, and even though she’d briefly visited Harrison and Grant’s dungeon, she hadn’t gotten to see everything she’d wanted to see. “Will some of the women I met last week be here?”

“Most probably, yes. We’re a small-knit group, although there are select outsiders that play on the weekends every once in a while.”

When Ross opened the door and led her through the entryway, the smell of polished mahogany and spiced tea made for an odd first impression. A hostess stand stood off to the left where a tall blonde wearing a matching black latex skirt and cropped top stood talking with a man that Becca had seen Saturday night, but to whom she had not been formally introduced. She frowned, wondering what was beyond this outer sanctum. The entrance reminded her of an old English dart pub. It was nothing like she’d imagined.

“Lucy, would you please show Rebecca where she may undress and then have her meet us in the sitting room?”

“Yes, Master Lane. Rebecca, if you’ll please follow me?”

Becca trailed Lucy through a red curtain that hid a small dressing room. Along one side were fourteen wooden cubicles, whereas the back wall contained lockers with letters inscribed on black squares.

“Once you’re disrobed, go ahead and place your things in the locker marked Masters Ellison. Just come on out when you’re ready, and I’ll show you where our sitting area is.”

“They have their own locker?” Becca asked, not sure how she felt about that. She knew they were involved in the lifestyle, but how many subs had they had and would any of them be here this evening? All her insecurities came back in a rush. “Uh, how many times a week do they usually come here?”

Lucy laughed and shook her head. “Oh no, you don’t. I know who you are. You’re one of Ms. Van Camp’s girls. I’ve yet to see her fail at a placement. If you have a question for Masters Ellison, you go right ahead and ask them. It won’t be me who leaks out information on their past subs, although, you will find that all members of the Order have permanent lockers.”

The way Lucy said that made Becca wonder which she was afraid of more, Lane and Ross or Kennedy Van Camp. Before she could ask her, Lucy made a beeline for the curtain. Humph—so much for finding anything out from her. Becca undressed and opened the locker that was designated for Lane and Ross. Inside lay a small note, which she immediately reached for.

Our dear Becca,

You may pick one area of play this evening. If you haven’t done so in an appropriate amount of time, we shall do so for you.

Sir Ross

Becca felt her heart speed up at the thought of being put on display again. They were to play this evening. Was she ready for another public scene? The first one hadn’t really been her choice, or about pleasure. Would they permit her to come tonight? Becca wasn’t sure how she felt about finding relief in front of total strangers, but remembered when Lane had had her on edge in the dungeon. He’d taken her to a place where she didn’t care who saw her have an orgasm. And Harrison had taken it all away. Would he be here this evening? Becca felt a shiver go through her body at remembering how hard he’d hit with the paddle.
No, thank you.

Becca placed her dress inside the locker, along with Ross’s note. Why had it been Ross to give her these instructions and not Lane? He’d seemed more relaxed throughout this past week, but still, she sensed there was a part of him that was holding back. She’d done her best to be good and to do as they instructed. There were moments when her true personality would shine through and she’d sputter something out in astonishment, but Becca did her damnedest to smother it. She didn’t want to lose what she’d found.

Quietly closing the locker, Becca was caught off guard by the floor-length mirror. Aside from the corset, stockings and heels, she was on display for everyone who cared to look. The emeralds bejeweling her nipples swayed with her every movement, causing the fire to rekindle and catch with each step. She felt panicked but turned and walked out through the red curtain. Lucy was waiting for her and smiled upon her approach.

“Masters Ellison do have exceptional taste, don’t they? Follow me. I’ll show you to the main salon.”

Becca looked down at herself. The corset showed a little too much for her liking, as the white silk ribbon only framed her embellished breasts. She had on her garter belt, which only served as an outline for her pussy and drew one’s eye to her lack of panties and swelling clit. The arch in her exposed ass seemed to serve only as an invitation. She wasn’t sure so much about their taste, although Becca was positive that it had cost quite a bit if the quality was anything to go by. Wouldn’t they want to show her off in a dress like last weekend? It certainly covered the places on her body she felt insecure about.

“Are you coming?”

Startled, Becca scurried after Lucy who had already started to walk through the doorway ahead of them. The heels she was wearing weren’t so high that she had trouble walking, but they weren’t for running either. She slowed down and placed her hand on the doorframe. Looking up, Becca was glad that she had something to hold on to as she took in the room before her. Lucy was right. Lane and Ross had excellent taste and Becca would forever be grateful that she was wearing such a comparatively conservative outfit.

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Ross lifted the soda to his lips, savoring the view from across the room. He much preferred the soda he was drinking to the spiced tea served to the subs. However, the smell of the tea permeated the mahogany-paneled walls as it combined with the various scents of the bodies being put through their arduous paces. The spices mixed with the pheromones released by the distressed subs made for a heady mixture as it created an increased surreal awareness like some type of drug. Becca was a vision in the corset he’d picked out. They had wanted her to get a feel for the atmosphere before pushing her limits. As it was, the lack of panties and corset holding her breasts up as if in an offering was perfect for her first time here. He saw that she was gathering the heated stares of certain members of the Order.

Even from this distance, he could see her green eyes widen as she tried to take everything in at once. The majority of the subs were completely naked, or were dressed in various materials that displayed their breasts, pussies and asses outrageously. Ross didn’t have to look around to know what other things she was absorbing. The lighting was dim, but not enough so that she couldn’t see the numerous areas that were cordoned off with red rope. Those spaces indicated play zones that were off-limits to anyone not involved in the scene. And although there was soft music playing in the background, moans and screams intermingled with the crack of a whip or the rattling of chains and the slap of leather. It gave the air a tangible feel, charged as if electrified.