Page 61 of Brandishing Balance (Devil’s Psychos MC #3)

One Month Later

Maya

L ife in the last month had been bliss. Halloween was magical.

I fucking loved my old Victorian Farmhouse.

The guys had helped me decorate it to the nines.

Every day it felt like a new decoration showed up.

Luke thought it was hilarious. On Halloween, the five of us went Trick or Treating through the neighborhood, all of us dressing up and having fun with it.

Luke’s tenth birthday party had been a hit.

His best friends were able to come down from Chicago and spend the weekend hanging out and partying.

Kara had come over with her guys, and so did Slade and Karma.

Stephanie had sent her love, but hadn’t been able to make it… that was another story entirely.

Marcos had gone all out for Luke’s birthday—all the guys had.

They had gotten him the new gaming system that he wanted.

Marcos and I had—after talking about it—gotten Luke his own cellphone.

We wanted him to have a way to contact us when he was away, because he had joined the wrestling team through the local park district.

Thanksgiving had come and gone with a big dinner at Kara’s, where she cooked for a small army of people. The mishmash of families that blended together so seamlessly was beautiful, and Luke was so good with his baby cousin Lilah. He’d really taken a shine to looking after her.

Even my mother had gone to Kara’s for the holiday.

We probably would never totally see eye to eye on most things, but our relationship was healing and so was my mother.

Since my father’s passing, it was like she was lighter.

No longer weighed down by the stress of caring for him.

She was walking better, going to physical therapy and even joining the local senior center to meet people.

And of course, she had her little biker prospects to drive her around, much to her amusement—and mine.

Like I said, life was bliss.

Tonight, Luke was spending the night at Kara’s while my men and I had a much-needed date night. Life might have been bliss, but we were all busy and all doing our own things throughout the days.

I had finally gone back to work at the women’s clinic. My boss had been nothing short of amazing and understanding, but I was ready to get back into normal life again. The best part of it all was…I felt great. I felt normal. I felt happy.

Happy was such an understatement of what I truly felt though.

I couldn’t explain the emotions that coursed through me at the thought of my life now.

My therapist had even dropped me back to once-a-month sessions, claiming I didn’t need her anymore.

I did—at least I felt I did—but I had come a long way in the last month.

I owed it all to my guys. They showed me the strength I held within me. While I’d been able to stand on my own two feet before, now I felt confident and steady. My men had showered me in love and supported me through every high and low.

They made me fall more in love with them every day.

Life was bliss.

Maya

“You look utterly breathtaking, Little Dreamer.” Nico’s voice was low and gravelly as his eyes roamed over the short leather skirt and tight black and red corset I wore. My tits were pushed up and my waist cut in, amplifying my curves. The sky-high heels only made my calves and ass look fantastic.

I had spent an hour on my dark sultry makeup, the smokey eyes and deep red lipstick only finished off the look. My curls were big and voluptuous tonight and I had made sure to take several pictures of myself for memory, because the whole damn look had taken forever to do.

“Fucking hell, Mi Vida.” Marcos groaned as I walked into the living room where the three of them where sitting. They’d been patiently waiting for me, and I think I outdid their expectations.

Jason’s eyes were glued to my tits, and I even saw him swallow and lick his lips in anticipation.

My heart thundered in my chest as I took in my men. They wore dress pants and black button-down shirts. Their Devil’s Psychos cuts were nowhere to be seen, though they still wore their heavy boots with their dress slacks. It made me smile. I’d expected nothing less from them.

“You guys look hot.”

“Not as hot as you, Mi Vida.”

“Ready?” I asked, looking over them.

“Ready.” Nico confirmed, holding up my long winter dress coat. Winter was upon us, and the end of November in central Illinois had turned blustery. While it hadn’t snowed yet, riding weather was definitely over.

Maya

Sinister Desires was something out of an erotic novel.

The sex club was off the charts in glamor and luxury.

Black and silver accents everywhere, lots of velvet and silk coverings on the booths.

Mood lighting was everywhere and there was plenty of deep booth space to sink back into the shadows.

The main barroom was well thought out and breathtaking.

There was a stage along the main back wall, and to the left of the room a long bar with all the top shelf liquor you could imagine.

Booths and tables filled the main space while cocktail waitresses and bartenders ran the room.

It was a fully functioning restaurant as well as a sex club.

From the website’s pictures and descriptions, all the sex rooms or dungeon space was either upstairs or downstairs.

Upstairs housed more private spaces, while the lower level housed the playrooms.

The building was an enormous warehouse turned into the club, and I could only imagine what all it housed.

I knew my boys booked us a room downstairs in the dungeon space.

I knew we talked about my current limits and ideas of what my triggers might be, but I truly didn’t know until I’d be facing them… and I’d be facing them soon.

We enjoyed a delicious dinner tucked away in a corner booth that only had a pendant light over the table, leaving the booth itself a dark corner for us to touch and explore while ate our food.

My men took advantage of my lack of underwear—something I had started doing again since moving in with them—by fingering me throughout our meal.

I was a panting keyed up mess by the time we finished eating and made our way downstairs.

My eyes were wide as I tried to take everything in.

Where upstairs was glamorous and luxurious with circles and soft edges, downstairs was industrial and sleek and modern.

It still boasted the black and silver decor, but there were lots of chrome finishes and sharp lines. It was edgy and sophisticated.

There was a main room in the center, with a lot of heavy wooden equipment like a Saint Andrews cross and a stockade.

There was a bondage table and breeding bench, several sex chairs with openings or space for toy attachments.

Racks of toys and torture devices were placed strategically around the open space, allowing for a crowd of people to watch any given activity.

It was magnificent.

My mouth dropped open when I saw a woman on the breeding bench.

Her legs were tied straight up in the air, with her ass hang off the edge, while her head hung off the other side of the bench.

Two men plowed into her from both ends at the same time, right in the middle of the room.

Her arms were tied to her sides by thick Shibari ropes and she was moaning loudly as they fucked her hard.

People loitered around the space, watching with fascination. I could feel my cunt clenching with need as I took in the scene. “Come on, Little Dreamer. We’ve got our own fun to find.”

Nico wrapped his arm around my waist and led me away, down the opposite hall and away from the scene. I watched over my shoulder until I could no longer see them, and only then did I turn away, swallowing thickly.

I think I was going to like this place.

Marcos led the way down the hall past several closed doors until he paused in front of number fourteen and turned to look at me. “Remember, you tell us no tonight, and we stop. You say wait and we wait.”

I nodded. “I’d like to use our safe words again.”

The three of them straightened.

“Alright, Little Dreamer. If that’s what you want.”

“No degradation,” I added. I bit my lip and watched the three of them nod at me.

“Of course, Mi Vida,” Marcos murmured.

“Anything else?” Jason asked, his voice husky in my ear.

“No blindfolds.” Most of this we’ve already discussed this week, but my nerves were frayed and I needed to repeat myself.

“No degrading our beautiful submissive, no blindfolds so she can watch everything we do to her body as we string her up.” Jason’s voice sent chills down my spine and I tilt my head back as his nose rubs against my neck.

I moaned softly.

“Come on, inside,” Marcos ordered and pushed the door open.

I followed him in and took in the large space. The same industrial chic look was inside as well, with lots of thick wood and stainless steel or chrome accents. The racks were all wood with stainless steel bars. The benches were heavy wood with black leather padding.

The center of the room was an open space, though.

Black and silver ropes hung from a set of heavy carabiners over the black I-beams in the ceiling.

The hemp ropes hung loose, waiting for me to become a willing participant.

Their presence was a calming balm for my soul that I hadn’t expected.

We may have spoken about my triggers and do’s and don’ts over the last week, but I have no idea what they have planned. This was a surprise.

I smiled and reached for the ropes, grabbing them and inspecting them. Like with everything in the club, they were exquisite and very elegant. I looked up to find my men fanned out around the private room, watching me.

My heart skipped a beat and butterflies immediately erupted in my belly.

Jason stepped in front of me. Cupping the side of my face, he rubbed his thumb over my cheekbone as he stared intently into my amber eyes. His eyes were a stormy gray with their intensity as he gazed down at me. “I know last time we did this scene it didn’t go well.”

“Horrible, is a better word.” I smiled faintly.

He chuckled softly, his voice a rasp that sent shivers down my spine. “Yeah, probably.” Jason moved closer, his other hand resting on my hip. “We’ve learned a lot since then. Did you know Sinister offers sex education classes?”

I gasped.

Jason nodded before I could respond and continued. “They offer all sorts of classes during the day. BDSM for beginners, to master rope classes, all taught by experts in the field. The Seratelli brothers are very adamant about safety in their club.”

I swallowed. I could only imagine.

“We’ve all been going to different Dom classes. From etiquette to the correct way to spank even. We’ve taken every class they offer.”

My breath caught in my throat.

“We’ve been trying to be better for you. All of us,” Jason said, glancing at Marcos and Nico.

Marcos and Nico moved closer, standing on either side of me. “We started seeing a therapist. A sex therapist, actually. She’s a member here in the club,” Nico said, rubbing a hand down on my back.

“She hosts group sessions a couple evenings a month. That’s how we met her; we came when you were doing a girls’ night with my sister,” Marcos said. “We’ve been seeing her together and on our own, for the last month.”

My mouth dropped open in shock. “What?”

Jason nodded. “Yeah, Darlin’. We wanted to learn everything we could about the lifestyle and learn exactly where we went wrong. There’s so much we did wrong that night. Too much.”

I bit my bottom lip. I didn’t want to agree, I didn’t want to ruin this moment. We’d talked about that night. I told my side; we didn’t need to rehash it over and over. They knew things we were wrong, but the fact that they’re digging into that night on their own—with a professional—was inspiring.

God damn. I fell more and more in love with them every damn day.

“We’d like a do-over, if we could?” Jason asked.

My eyes widened in shock. “Of that night?”

“Yeah, Mi Vida,” Marcos murmured, nudging his nose along my neck.

“We’re not going to be able to recreate it completely, obviously.

” Nico spoke up quickly. “There’s no punishment scene.

There never should have been something that intense.

But we would like to do some impact play.

And fuck you while you’re suspended by our ropes.

Your mouth and cunt open for our pleasure… and yours.”

I had to swallow the drool pooling in my mouth. My pussy clenched and I stifled a groan. “Yes, please.”

“I know we have a lot of come back from.” Marcos said, his voice gravelly. “I know we need to rebuild trust and that will take a long time, but I hope you’re comfortable to play with us tonight.”

“I wouldn’t be here, if I wasn’t.” I gently reminded him.

Grabbing his hand, I brought it up to the side of my face that Jason wasn’t touching.

Marcos cupped my face and smiled as I pressed my lips to his palm.

“I love you. All of you.” I make eye contact with each of them as tears welled in my eyes.

“You have no idea how happy you’ve made me.

Actually listening, hearing me .” A sob broke out of me.

Jason pulled me into his chest by the hand cupping the side of my face. “Fuck, Darlin’. We didn’t mean to make you cry.”

I clung to him and tried to calm my breathing. I didn’t want to be crying. Fuck, I was going to ruin my makeup. Taking a calming breath, I pulled away and quickly dabbed away my tears. “I’m good. I’m good.”

“We don’t have to do this tonight,” Marcos said softly. “We can try again another night.”

“No!” I quickly stepped out of their arms. “No.” I grabbed the ropes and pushed them into Marcos’s hands. “Please, sir.” I looked up at him with doe eyes, then I slowly lowered myself to my knees.

I sat on my feet, keeping my back straight, shoulders back, head up. I licked my lips as I lowered my eyes to their intake of breath. “Fucking hell,” Nico groaned.

“Alright, Darlin’.” Jason nodded.

“Our turn, Mi Vida.”