Page 54 of Theirs to Desire (Club M: Boxed Set)

EPILOGUE

FIONA

T he floor is packed. Everyone has turned out to see Adrian and Brody scene with a submissive.

“They haven’t been at the club for two years,” Keira says pragmatically, chuckling at my wide-eyed expression.

“Besides,” she adds, “there are rumors going around about Raymond Downing. I heard he’s been kicked out of Club M, and you had something to do with it? Everyone’s very curious.”

She looks at me, waiting to see if I’m going to confirm her words.

Not me. I signed Xavier’s non-disclosure agreement. Besides, I’ve already spent the money he gave me. I’d donated it to a newly established fund set up to aid women who couldn’t afford to bring charges against their abusers.

No woman should ever have to choose between confronting her rapist and feeding her family. My fee from this job is a drop in the bucket, but it’s a start. Xavier’s kicked in a few million dollars too, and so has the significantly more intimidating Rafael Garcia.

The fund is already helping. Callie Weiss still doesn’t want to press charges against Brody’s father, but Kayla Perkins, the teenager that Eugene Payne assaulted, has decided to sue.

It’s tough for Brody, but deep down, I know that his primary emotion is relief. “I’ve been ashamed of my parents for most of my life,” he says. “But I’ve realized that they’re not the family of my heart. The two of you are.”

I shake my head to clear my thoughts and return my attention to Kiera, who’s surveying me strangely. “Me?” I ask, faking a laugh. “You must have me confused with someone else.”

“Fifi.” Adrian’s voice is a caress of sound against my ear. He pulls up a barstool to the right of me. “Are you ready for tonight?” Brody sits at my left, and they both order sparkling water.

Seeing where we’re sitting, a strong sense of déjá vu fills me.

Less than a month ago, they’d sat next to me, but I’d been nervous, jumpy, afraid. What a difference a few weeks can make. “I’m ready.”

“Are you nervous?” Brody’s fingers stroke my cheek.

“A little. I didn’t realize how busy the club was going to be.”

Adrian’s smile is knowing. “Are you turned on?”

I laugh. They can read me pretty well. “A lot.”

“Good.” He glances at the crowd, his eyebrow raised. “Shall we?”

This is it. I’m going to be a kitten on stage, under the spotlights, in front of all these people.

Not just a kitten. Adrian and Brody’s kitten.

I take their hands and let them lead me forward. I’m ready.

The stage curtain is closed. The area is set up with a table and a spanking bench, and a large pet bed to one side. None of the equipment causes me concern. We’ve been playing together for weeks, and I’m absolutely certain that Brody and Adrian won’t put me through anything I can’t handle.

Adrian moves in front of me. “This is a demo,” he says, his voice reassuring. “The goal is to have a good time. We won’t be pushing your limits today. But you still have safewords, and I don’t want you to hesitate to use them.”

“Yes, Mr. Lockhart.”

Brody approaches me with an armful of clothes. “I went a little overboard on your costume,” he grins. “Here, let me help you into your outfit.”

Their hands disrobe me and help me into a pair of white fur panties, and a white fur bra. The panties are handily equipped with a hole to accommodate a tail. Convenient . “They won’t stay on long,” Brody murmurs, his eyes amused, “but you might as well look the role at the start.”

I shiver in anticipation. The fur is soft, silky. Underneath my bra, my nipples are hardening to points. I run my fingers over them, and Adrian gives me a stern look. “Do you want to get punished already, Fifi?”

“Sorry,” I murmur, chagrined.

Brody chuckles. “Lift your leg up,” he says. “Let’s get these boots on.”

The boots are thigh-high and tan, trimmed in white fur. Brody helps me into them, his knuckles grazing against my pussy as he zips me up. “Very nice,” he says, his eyes heated. “Now, the final touch. Your mittens.”

I hold out my hands, and they slip on the mittens. “Kittens don’t have fingers,” Adrian says in explanation as they bind my hands.

“Yes, Mr. Lockhart.”

“Kittens don’t talk either. During the demo, you can purr and meow, but you can’t use your words, okay?”

“Meow,” I reply, trying it out.

Adrian grins. “Good Fifi,” he says. “Let’s finish getting you ready.

” He lubes up my butt plug tail, and inserts it into my tight anus, spanking my ass as I wriggle.

Brody fastens a headband with pretty cat ears on my head, and buckles a pink leather collar studded with rhinestones around my neck.

Finally, they tie a mask over my face, one that covers my eyes and most of my face.

They step back and look at me. “Very nice,” Brody says, his tone appreciative. “Such a pretty kitten.” He wraps his hand around my hair, pulling me close and planting a kiss on my lips. “Ready?”

I nod, fighting back my nerves. Adrian and Brody are well-known at the club. They’ve played here with Sandy many times. This is their first time doing a public demo with me, and I want to make them proud. I’m determined to be the best kitten I can be.

The curtains swing open. Spotlights shine down on the stage.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Brody steps forward with a grin. “Thank you for coming. Adrian and I are delighted to be back here at Club M. Tonight, we’re going to do a pet play demo.” He turns to look at me. “With the assistance of the lovely Fifi.” He attaches a leash to my collar. “Fifi, come.”

I start walking forward. “No,” Adrian chides, laughter in his voice. “On your hands and knees.”

Of course. Pets don’t walk on two feet. I lower myself to my hands and knees, blushing as my tail brushes between my legs.

Brody leads me to the front of the stage, and I crawl behind him, tugged forward by the leash.

My pussy floods with heat at the way he’s leading me.

This is so naughty. The more he treats me like a pet, the more turned on I’m getting.

When Brody reaches the front, he pats his thigh, his meaning clear. I’m supposed to crawl toward him and nuzzle against his leg, exactly the way a kitten would do.

I’m caught between embarrassment and surrender, and my need to surrender wins out. All I have to do in this roleplay is to be an adored, cherished pet. All I have to do is allow myself to sink to the warmth of their care.

I rub against Brody, my cheek brushing against him affectionately. “Good kitty,” he says, patting my head, his voice hoarse. His cock hardens, and the outline of his erection is clearly visible underneath his pants. I resist the urge to nuzzle against it and wait for my next set of instructions.

Adrian takes over. “What we have here,” he says, addressing the audience, “is one very pretty little kitten.” His eyes twinkle.

“Now, I know some of you think that puppies are much better pets. More obedient, more pliable, much easier to train. But,” he says, his hand stroking my back, “kittens have their charm. Kittens are more playful, and training them,” he flashes me a grin, “is so much more fun.”

He lifts me up and set me on the wooden table, tugging at my leash until I kneel.

“When you get a new kitten,” he says, “you must examine her very carefully, to make sure you have yourself a healthy pet.” His fingers work the clasp of the bra, and it falls off my shoulders, exposing my naked breasts to the hungry eyes of the audience.

“I’m going to demonstrate on Fifi here.” His callused hands knead my globes, squeezing them, rubbing my nipples between his fingers, causing them to harden and swell in response.

“Nice firm breasts,” he says, his voice hoarse. “Now, let’s move lower.”

Brody approaches with a pair of scissors. Three snips and my panties lie in tatters on the table. He pulls away the fabric with a wink. “Spread your legs, Fifi.”

I part my knees, focusing on Adrian and Brody, not the watching crowd.

“The best kinds of kittens,” Adrian continues, “love their role.” He thrusts two fingers inside my pussy, and pulls them out, showing everyone how they gleam with my juices.

“When one finds a kitten so precious and perfect,” his voice is tender, “one never lets her go.”

I never want to let them go either. I love them so much that it is almost painful to breathe.

His fingers are at my mouth. “Taste yourself, kitten.”

I purr as I lick his fingers, and I can’t resist nibbling them. Adrian shakes his head. “It seems that we have some more training to do,” he remarks to the audience. “Let’s finish up the examination here, and we’ll take care of that. Fifi, turn around.”

He positions me so I have my back to the audience, and presses my shoulders down so they rest on the table.

His touch is almost impersonal, as if he’s a vet handling a pet, firm and in-charge.

My pussy gushes at my treatment, and his quiet chuckle indicates he’s noticed my arousal.

“Fifi seems to like being on display,” he says conversationally to the crowd.

“You’re doing great,” he whispers into my ear, kissing my shoulder. I warm at his praise. In a louder voice, he says, “Now, it’s time to train our kitten.”

“But first,” Brody walks back to the front, holding a pair of nipple clamps with silver bells dangling on their end. “Let’s get these on.”

He lowers his hot mouth on one nipple, and Adrian repeats the motion on the other side.

Both of them suck until I’m aching with need, moaning with desire at the way their tongues and their teeth scrape at my flesh.

When I’m so turned on that I’m ready to break the rules and beg for their touch on my pussy, Brody tightens each clamp and set the bells swinging.

“Kittens have a tendency to sneak up on people and pounce,” he says cheerfully.

“This way, we’ll be able to hear her coming. ”

“Let’s test it out.” Adrian lifts me off the table and places me on the floor.

He holds the leash in his hand, and sets off in a walk around the stage.

I follow on all fours, my breasts swinging as I move, the sounds of the bells clearly audible.

My cheeks grow heated at the melodic chimes.

This is so very naughty, and I am so very wet.

Brody helps me onto the spanking bench, and the spotlight obligingly follows me. He buckles me down, fastening wrists, ankles, elbows and knees so I can’t move. “Adrian and I arm-wrestled for the privilege of spanking Fifi,” he says, laughing, “And I won.”

Adrian chuckles as well, positioning himself in front of me. “I’ve got you,” he says in a low voice, a smile creasing his face. “I’m going to hold you the entire time.”

Warmth floods through me again. I’d told them my limits, and rather than rail against them, they’re respecting them. I’m the luckiest woman in the world.

The sharp slap of a leather crop against my naked ass brings my attention back to the scene. “Kittens,” Brody says sternly, as he brings down the crop on my exposed flesh, “do not nibble and nip at fingers.”

“Meow,” I moan. The stroke stings, but leaves heat in its wake.

“Did you say something, Fifi?” Brody asks, punctuating his question with another smack. I hiss and shake my head. Adrian’s eyes survey me carefully, his fingers stroking my face, scratching behind my ears. “Good kitty,” he says softly. “You like being trained, don’t you?”

I do. The bite of the crop against my skin hurts, but it’s a hurt I crave. Brody covers my ass and the back of my thighs with sharp smacks. Each stroke makes my back arch, but at the same time, my pussy is slick, and I’m discreetly trying to rub my legs together.

“I think our kitten is trying to tell us something,” Brody says indulgently. He bends down and kissed my flaming skin. “Does my kitten want to come?”

“Meow,” I reply instantly. I definitely want to come. If Adrian and Brody don’t help me out, I’m going to embarrass myself by humping the spanking bench. Already, my juices are smeared all over the leather.

Brody’s fingers part my labia and thrust into my aching, exposed pussy.

I tremble as his thumb caressed my clitoris, uncaring that the crowd is watching me get off.

This is the culmination of the entire demo.

I bite my lips to hold back my cries. As he pumps in and out of me, I’m too far gone to remember to meow.

Adrian’s lips grind against mine in a hard, punishing kiss. “You’re ours,” he whispers harshly.

“Yes,” I breathe back. “I’m all yours.”

And then I shatter.

I’m dimly aware of applause. The curtain is shut, giving me privacy, and I’m being freed of my bindings.

Adrian throws a blanket around my shoulders and carries me to a private room in the back.

I sit there, resting my head on Brody’s shoulder, my fingers entwined in Adrian’s.

“What about you?” I ask them through my haze of contentment.

“I just came. Shouldn’t it be your turn now? ”

Brody chuckles. “There’s no hurry, Fifi,” he says, kissing my forehead. “We have the rest of our lives to even the score.”

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