The First Order [Safeword LLC 1] (Siren Publishing Sensations) (19 page)

“She is lovely,” Lane murmured.

Ross didn’t bother to look his way. The week had flown by, and although he had thought his brother had finally come to his senses regarding Becca’s instant fit into their lives, Ross could still sense his hesitancy. The only time he saw a flare in Lane’s eyes was when Becca would do or say something unconsciously. It inevitably would get her into trouble, but Lane seemed to thrive on that. It was at one of those moments that Ross had figured out what was holding the three of them back. Ross planned to use this evening to overcome both of their barriers.

“She’s a good submissive,” Ross said, testing out his theory. He drained his cup and placed it on the side table. They were sitting in the center of the room, where several couches and chairs had been situated in a number of small alcoves. Pillows were placed strategically on the floor, while an overly large ottoman took the place of a coffee table. “Easy to train.”

“I know,” Lane replied. He gave a sigh and looked around the room. “I’m afraid she won’t be happy a year from now. Kennedy was right and she is a natural submissive, but Becca’s trying too hard. She’s too focused on making sure she’s perfect.”

Bingo. Ross loved it when he was right. “Then maybe we need to let her see what happens when a sub really misbehaves.”

“What do you mean?”

“I think she fears that if she isn’t perfect, we’ll let her go. If Becca is given the security of knowing that no matter what she does, our handing out punishment is as severe as it will get, she’ll finally be comfortable in our life.”

Ross let Lane chew on that for a while. Lucy seemed to be urging Becca to follow her through the room, but she was too busy being riveted by the people before her. Finally, she started across the room. He watched carefully to see which play zone captivated her attention. That was what they’d use for the discipline that was sure to happen tonight.

“I can see the wheels turning in that head of yours, little brother.”

“Watch Becca carefully and tell me what you see.”

They both refocused their attention on Becca, who was following a few paces behind Lucy. Ross raised his hand and motioned in a circle before pointing to the foot of their table, queuing Lucy that he wanted her to lead Becca once around the room before bringing her to kneel before them. Lucy gave a slight nod of her head in acknowledgement.

“She’s interested in the shibari that Ryan and Isaac are demonstrating on their sub.”

“Yes, but watch her body language. We need to find something that completely fascinates her. Something that she would never admit to wanting.”

They watched as she passed various scenes playing out, and there was no doubt that they enthralled her, but Ross wanted more. She was halfway through when she came upon a sub that was being ornery with her Doms. Ross sat a little straighter, wondering if a gift hadn’t just fallen into their lap. Suzanne was known for being an unruly brat, but that girl did love her punishments. Becca stumbled, before seemingly giving up on following Lucy and paying closer attention to what was unfolding before her. Voices carried across the room, giving Ross insight on what was transpiring.

“It wasn’t my fault I came,
Master
Owen. You’re the one who wouldn’t shut off the vibrator.”

“Suzy, if you stress my title one more time, I swear I’ll place you on the Sybian and have you come so many times, you’ll be begging to stop. You are well aware that we control your orgasms, not you.”

“Exactly my point,
Master
Owen. I can’t control something that you make happen!”

“That’s it. On your knees and stay there.” Owen waited until Suzanne had followed through on his command, although she gave such an exasperated sigh, Ross could hear it from where they were sitting.

Lucy continued to walk away, leading Becca through the other side of the room, although Becca wasn’t paying attention in the least to the other play areas. Her attention was on Owen, who was heading across the play area to speak with one of the monitors. Ross had no doubt that he was reserving the area where the Sybian was located. Normally, upon entering the club, the Doms would place reservations on the areas they intended to utilize during the evening. It was first come, first serve, but if a punishment needed to be meted out, exceptions could be arranged. It looked as if Suzanne was going to be taught a lesson.

“Sirs, your sub,” Lucy said, presenting Becca to them.

After dismissing their hostess, Ross waited until he had Becca’s full attention, which wasn’t easy. She kept glancing over at Owen and then to Suzanne, as if to see if the other sub had moved from position.

“Becca, the pillow at our feet is for you to kneel in position.” Ross waited for her to follow through, and once she was situated facing them, he continued. “I’d like your thoughts on the club.”

“Sir? It’s nice, Sir.” Becca couldn’t seem to help herself and when Owen walked behind them, she followed him with her gaze. Ross didn’t call her out on it quite yet, wanting to hear from her own mouth what had captivated her so.

“Rebecca, you seem far more interested in Master Owen and Suzanne than you do with your own Masters. May I ask why?”

“I’m sorry, Sir. It’s just that she—”

Becca broke off, not finishing her sentence as she watched Owen marshal Suzy over to the Sybian. It was a saddle-type device, yet instead of sinking down in the middle, it raised up so that it fit snugly in between a woman’s thighs. Directly in the middle was a vibrating dildo then a large knot toward the front as it sat waiting for Suzanne’s cunt. Her ankles and calves could be locked into place so that she wouldn’t be able to rise up, and alas, find any relief from the upcoming onslaught of pleasure. Above the device hung two cuffs on dangling chains in order to keep a sub’s hands away from the intense gratification she was about to receive. Becca was about to witness the effects of forced orgasms.

“She what, Rebecca?” Lane asked. “Suzanne needs to be taught her place. She likes to top from the bottom, similar to how you were in the beginning.”

“Yes, but why does he keep her around if she won’t learn?” Becca asked, her focus on Owen restraining Suzanne onto the Sybian. Once he seemed satisfied that Suzanne was restrained appropriately, Owen set the speed and pattern on that which he desired her to endure and then stepped back to enjoy her punishment. “Sirs.”

Ross looked down at Becca, laughing outright at her catch of the use of their title. He knew exactly what needed to be done to bring out her true personality, but first, he could tell from the way Lane sat forward that his brother was about to explain the inner workings of a Dominant/submissive relationship. Would Becca finally realize that by not being perfect, she would make a better submissive? Could she understand that she shouldn’t be perfect to please her Masters?

Becca couldn’t pull her eyes from the faraway look in Suzanne’s eyes as she was afforded release then utter devastation again and again. It was deceiving at first, as if she enjoyed the first few orgasms, but shortly thereafter, her cries became pleas. Apologies fell from of her lips, promising that she’d only come when they wanted. Her agony was palpable. Tears ran down her cheeks and she helplessly pulled on her restraints. Becca tore her eyes away to look over at Owen, who was smiling and shaking his head. He didn’t believe her, yet that didn’t seem to make him want to walk away. Quite the opposite, he watched Suzanne more closely than ever. A monitor stood among the gathering crowd and watched the scene progress as he would any punishment, watching Owen as loosely as his sub.

She had to wonder what was so bad about having that much pleasure, though. Lane and Ross always denied her orgasms. Becca would have given anything to be able to sit where Suzanne was sitting.

“Rebecca, look at me.”

Becca heard the hardness in Lane’s voice. Her stomach tightened at the thought she’d displeased him again. Owen had seemed so laid-back in his approach with Suzanne, but Lane’s method was much more intense. And here she thought she’d been doing so well. Just walking into this atmosphere caused her clit to swell and here she was well on her way to another night of no relief.

“There will inadvertently be times when you don’t agree with what we are doing, how we are doing it, and why we are doing it. You must trust us to always know what is right for you, which is why we’ve taken things slow in order to get to know you, your likes and dislikes, as well as your body language. It’s only natural that if you disagree, you somehow, someway, get that across to us. It could be a look, body language or through words. But that—under no circumstance—will cause us to terminate the bond that we are creating.”

“Yes, Sir,” Becca said, only half hearing him. Maybe if she agreed with him enough, his tone would lighten and they could enjoy the evening. Ross had said that she could pick an area of play. If she did, maybe that would distract Lane from whatever he seemed so displeased about. This entire evening had put her out of sorts. “I think I would like to play on the spanking bench, Sirs.”

Lane and Ross laughed outright, although Becca didn’t understand what was so funny about it. They were the ones who told her she could choose. A spark of anger shot through her, but she tamped it down. Now wasn’t the time to rile up Lane any more than he already was.

“Really?” Lane asked, sitting back on the couch and extending his arm over the back cushion. “Are you deserving of that kind of pleasure tonight?”

Becca frowned, not understanding where he was going with that. Was it a trick question? She’d been perfect all week. They were always telling her to be honest in her answers, so she mentally shrugged and did what they asked.

“Yes, Sir. I’ve been good all week. I haven’t hesitated in following your orders. I was good at dinner. I—”

“Are you always this perfect?” Ross asked, looking just as relaxed as Lane.

The more she thought about it, they seemed too relaxed now. A sliver of unease went through her. Becca didn’t like being kept in the dark, especially when it made her feel futile. She hesitated in answering.

“Let’s go over your indiscretions, shall we?” Ross lifted a hand and held up his index finger. “One, you entered this room and did not keep your eyes downcast as we ordered. Two, you didn’t follow Lucy as you should have, instead having stopped to take in a scene. Three, your attention has not been on us as it should be. Four, you are not kneeling in the appropriate position. And five, you waited too long in choosing a play area.”

Ross was now holding up five fingers. Becca glanced over at Lane, wondering how mad he was at all of her blunders. She bit her lip to keep from pleading at having another orgasm denied her, or worse, that he wouldn’t think she was worthy of their training. She’d made a lot of mistakes this evening.

“I can see by your lovely expression that you still haven’t figured it out, even though we’ve practically spelled it out for you,” Lane said, rising from the couch. “I guess that just leaves one method left—showing you.”

* * * *

Lane walked across to one of the monitors, speaking with him at some length. He hadn’t felt this alive since Becca’s mishap at Harrison and Grant’s get-together. He and Ross couldn’t have stressed any more that they didn’t want a robot, but a woman and all of her flaws. Yes, they had emphasized in the beginning their need to train their submissive to enjoy their needs, but that in no way meant that they wanted to strip her of her personality.

As the monitor got one of the club’s staff subs to disinfect and wipe down the piece of equipment they would be using, Lane looked back over to where Ross was talking to Becca. His thoughts drifted to when she fell on her knees in that first meeting and then pulled Kennedy aside in rapidly hushed tones to voice her doubts. Or when he walked in that first evening to see her on her knees, knowing she needed some discipline in her hesitating to follow orders. There was the cute way she tried to defend herself upon being discovered assisting a sub when that was a definite violation. And then there was the endearing moment when she said she was too overcome to do anything else last Monday evening after first experiencing subspace. That was the Becca he craved—not the intonation she believed they wanted. Not the vanilla version of the perfect submissive she concocted in her imagination. Eager as she was to please, eventually her desire would lose out to her need to be whom she truly was…the imperfect, flawed submissive they actually craved.

“Sir, your area is ready.”

“Thank you, Missy.”

Lane held up a hand, indicating to Ross that everything was in place. He watched as his brother stood, still wearing his dress shirt and slacks from their previous dinner engagement. Both of them had removed their suit jackets and left them with the naked blonde sub at the coat check. Whereas Ross had already loosened his tie and removed his cufflinks in order to roll up his sleeves, Lane had yet to do so. He took the opportunity to loosen his tie as he watched Ross lead Becca over to where he was standing.

Keeping his eyes on her face, Lane didn’t want to miss one single expression that appeared in her green eyes. They widened and she quickly glanced around, looking for what Lane knew to be Suzanne and Owen.
That’s right, little sub, you are about to experience the ride of your life.
He saw when she finally located the couple, off in a quiet corner that was reserved for aftercare, provided for when a sub required it after a successful scene.