Page 20 of Theirs to Desire (Club M: Boxed Set)

FIONA

“ B end forward,” Brody says. “Put your palms on the coffee table.”

Flushing, I obey the directions. The way Brody has me positioned, I’m bent parallel to the coffee table, breasts dangling, ass in the air. My face is inches from Adrian’s face, close enough that he can see every shudder, hear every catch of breath.

Nowhere to hide.

I don’t know why, but a switch flips in my mind as I wait for my spanking.

I’m not nervous anymore. All my fears seem to float away like a balloon on a breeze, and I’m free to enjoy Adrian and Brody’s touch.

For two years, I’ve been carrying a weight around, but when I bend over the table, surrendering to their control, I hand over the burden to Adrian and Brody, and it’s liberating, intoxicating.

I feel the way I did before Raymond entered my life. For the first time in a very long time, I’m myself again, and it feels great.

“What should you say, Fiona?” Adrian asks me, a slight smile playing on his lips. I have to marvel at his control. He’s obviously aroused—there’s no hiding that erection—but he appears in no hurry to do anything about it. Yet.

“Thank you for spanking me.”

Adrian’s hand cups my cheek. “Good kitten.”

He leans forward and kisses me on my nose, and the unexpected gesture takes me by surprise. I can’t hold back my giggle. “You missed,” I point out cheekily.

“Did I?” His eyes twinkle. He tweaks my nipples, and I gasp at the sensation that floods through me. Behind me, Brody runs his fingers along my cleft. “You’re soaked, Fiona.” He rolls my panties down to my knees, and then his hand is between my legs again, touching, teasing. “So wet,” he murmurs.

“What turns you on, little kitten?” Adrian asks. He’s still playing with my nipples, pinching them hard and rolling them between his fingertips. I groan, unable to keep the sound from escaping my lips.

“Don’t hold back,” Adrian says. “I want everything, Fiona. Every moan, every scream, every sob. It’s all mine.”

He bends forward, this time, kissing my lips. His hands are in my hair, loosening my ponytail. My hair falls in a veil around my face. Through all of this, Brody’s fingertips dance over my pussy, his touch maddeningly light. I want to push back and deepen the pressure, but I know better.

My dominants are in charge. When they want me to come, they’ll tell me. It feels so good to trust them to take care of me.

Adrian’s tongue slides into my mouth, hot and insistent. I remember to keep my palms flat on the table, but it’s a strain. I want to lose myself in his touch, wrap my arms around him and breathe him in. He smells like the outdoors, fresh and crisp and woodsy.

Without warning, Brody pushes two fingers inside me.

I arch my back and hiss in pleasure as a storm of sensation twists in my core.

Then his palm falls on my ass. “Six strokes,” he announces.

“Two for forgetting to call me Mr. Payne. Two for taking off your shirt before you were told, and the last two,” he says, his voice turning satisfied, “is because I want to.”

A shudder of arousal runs through my body. Brody smacks my ass twice, hard, in the same spot. I yelp, going up on tiptoe as the heat spreads through my skin.

“How many is that?”

One before he told me how many strokes, and two after. “Three, Mr. Payne.”

He strokes my cheeks, soothing the tender skin.

Adrian pushes his thumb into my mouth, and I suck.

My pussy feels heavy and swollen. Brody spanks me again, two more hard strokes on the other cheek.

His hand curls around my waist, pulling my hips to his.

I’m so wet I’m afraid I’m going to stain his pants, but when I feel the bulge of his erection against my folds, I forget to care.

“One last spank,” Brody says. “Then you’re going to sit on Adrian’s lap and pleasure yourself, aren’t you, Fiona?”

“Yes, Mr. Payne.”

“Spread your legs. Wider.”

I obey. Adrian holds my shoulders to steady me. “I’m going to spank this wet, swollen cunt.”

A thrill of heat spreads through me when he says that word. It feels all kinds of wrong, and yet, my pussy gushes in response.

God, I’m fucked up.

“And when I do,” he warns me, “You do not have permission to come. Do you understand me?”

Argh. “Yes, Mr. Lockhart.”

Then his hand falls down on me, hard enough that I’m rocked forward into Adrian’s body. White hot arousal blankets me, and I shudder as I dance on the edge of the precipice.

Frantic with the need to obey, I think about case files and bills and the conversation I had with the telephone company earlier. I think of anything and everything other than the desire dancing in my veins.

“Sit on Adrian’s lap.”

I kick my panties away and do as Brody orders. He looms over me as Adrian spreads my legs open, positioning me so that my knees are on the outside of his. “Please,” I whisper. “Please, may I come?”

“Yes.”

Thank heavens.

My pussy is slick with need. Brody’s watching me, but I am too far gone to be embarrassed about masturbating in front of him. Too far gone to worry about my juices staining Adrian’s trousers. Too far gone for anything except my desperate need to come.

I tease my swollen, engorged clit, circling it with abandon. My insides twist and clench in a familiar spiral, and my muscles tense. Adrian squeezes my breasts and pinches my nipples, adding another onslaught of pleasure. I can feel his erection against my ass, tempting, yet out of reach.

My skin is damp with sweat as I move my fingers, faster and faster. I’m going to come, and there’s nothing I can do to hold it back. The pressure that’s been building from the moment Brody gave me his first order is too much, and the dam is ready to burst.

Then I erupt. The world goes black. I lose the ability to see and hear. My muscles spasm and quiver, and intense relief shudders through me.

“Give me your hand,” Brody orders. He sucks me clean, his tongue dancing around my fingers, sending fresh tremors racing through my body.

Adrian wraps his arms around my body and holds me close, waiting for my breathing to even out.

I lean back and shut my eyes, letting contentment spread through me. I love aftercare.

Finally, I stir, and Adrian frees me. “Should I, umm, take care of you?” I blush as I ask the question. This is so awkward.

Brody hands me my panties with a grin. “We’re okay,” he says. “Not every scene has to include sex.”

“Do people have sex in the club? Is that allowed?” I should really read the set of rules that Xavier sent over, but it’s still sitting in the FedEx envelope it arrived in. No avoidance there. None at all.

Brody nods. “Sex is absolutely allowed in the club,” he replies. “Not with the staff, but with other guests. It’s a good place to hook up if you’re trying to find someone who’s also interested in kink.”

“Is that what you’ll be doing tomorrow?” I ask, and then clap a hand over my mouth.

My face burns with my embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.

It’s none of my business.” I pull my panties over my hips, focusing on getting dressed so I don’t have to look at their faces. I’m such a fool.

“It’s possible,” Brody replies calmly. “But unlikely.”

I need to change the topic before I die of humiliation. “I did it,” I murmur. “I scened with you.”

Adrian gives me a searching glance. “Are you sure you’re ready for the club tomorrow night, Fiona? After your last experience, there’s no shame in being cautious.”

“I’m absolutely positive.” I curl my fingers into a fist so they can’t see the way my hands tremble. This time tomorrow, I’ll be on the club floor. I swallow hard to dispel the lump in my throat.

“Would you like to drive down with us?” Brody asks. “We’ll probably leave at seven.”

“No, I’m going to drive there.” Oh God. Xavier wants me there at six. Adrian and Brody won’t get to the club until eight or nine. I’ll be alone for almost three hours.

I reach for my abandoned club soda. The ice has melted, and beads of condensation have run down on the coaster. Club M is perfectly safe. There’s nothing to be afraid of.

Maybe Avery will be able to see me in the morning.