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Eliza

It’s Friday, which means we get to go to the club today. Ryan has come by the office every day to see us, but they have let me rest and not fuck me. After Calder tried to kill me with his dick, I was incredibly sore. Today I feel much better, and I am dying for one or all of them to do it again.

I am sitting at my desk with headphones on as I type my notes for the week when hands start gently kneading my shoulders. Before I can turn around, they grab me by the hair and pull my head back to kiss me. “Ryan!” I say happily.

“Hey, pretty girl. How was your day?” He asks, turning me to face him.

“Good. Very long,” I laugh. “You?”

“Good. I got a lot accomplished today,” he says. “So, I want to warn you of something before the guys get in here.”

“Oh?” I ask.

“Mhmm. So… Julian and Calder are bisexual, or at least I suspect it. I am going to push that and see if they will open up about it.”

“I have thought the same. The way they care for one another is honestly incredible,” I say.

“I think that if Julian lets himself go there, he will find solace in that. He might not admit it, but he is a switch. They both are.”

“Are you bisexual?” I ask.

“I am,” he remarks.

“Can I request that Calder throat-fucks him and you fuck him?” I ask.

“How about this? I’ll let you lead, and you direct it all. If he doesn’t push back, push us until either he gets fucked or he fucks you.”

“And that won’t push him too far?” I ask.

“No. He told me yesterday that he thinks he needs to be pushed into it and to see that you like it, and he will be okay,” Ryan says. “I think following his lead is good because it’s not often that he will communicate that.”

“Hey,” Julian says, walking into the office.

“Hey, man,” Ryan greets him. “Y’all ready?”

“Yeah. I think Liza wanted to change before we go,” Calder says.

“Nonsense. She won’t be wearing clothes for long anyhow,” Ryan says.

“So… what exactly are we doing?” I ask.

“We are going to start with impact play. I think something on the lighter end of things will be good,” Ryan says. “Julian, I’d like to work her up to the bullwhip for you.”

“I’m sorry. What?” I ask.

“It doesn’t hurt unless I make it hurt,” Julian says. “When it’s done correctly, you can give as much or as little pain as you want.”

“I trust you,” I say.

“I would demonstrate how gentle it can be first,” he remarks with a smirk.

“Just… no belts,” I say. “Please.”

“No belts,” Julian says with a more confident smile.

“Now, you know we will get you mostly naked in front of the entire club, yes?” Ryan says.

“Uhm… Okay,” I say. “I won’t lie. I will struggle, but I will do my best.”

“We will be with you the entire time, and everyone will know to not talk to you unless they have our permission,” Calder says.

“I appreciate that.”

“Only the impact play stuff will be out in the open. We will go to a private room for what I have planned after,” Ryan says.

“Okay!” I say happily, knowing what he has plans for.

When we leave the office, we all get into Calder’s truck and go to the club.

I suspect Ryan will end up with us tonight, especially with how things are playing out.

Seeing these three men interact with one another, I can confidently say that feelings are there.

I never doubted that Julian and Calder didn’t have something going on at some point.

I’ve never seen anything, but they are too close to not have gone there at least once before.

We get to The Velvet Room and walk inside.

We walk past the check-in desk and out onto the floor.

Julian and Calder take my hands as we walk to the back portion of the play area.

I notice several heads turn in our direction, but no one approaches as we stop at a table.

I feel like everyone is watching me suddenly, and it’s unnerving.

“Alright, Kitten,” Calder says. “Woah. What’s up?”

“I’m getting stared,” I say tearfully. I surprise myself with the sudden emotion, and it only forces the tears to roll down my cheeks. Calder steps in front of me and takes my face between his hands.

“Close your eyes and breathe with me for a moment,” Calder says.

I can hear him despite the music playing through the building.

It’s loud, but not overwhelmingly so. It mixes nicely with the sounds of leather and skin slapping together and the harmonization of moans and groans.

When I relax, Calder gently kisses me. “People are intrigued because we never come or go with a woman. Ever. No one has ever seen it, so for you to come here with us speaks volumes about our relationship. No one is judging you, and if they are, it is out of jealousy. Okay?”

“Okay,” I say quietly.

“Look at me,” he urges. When I do, he smiles. “We love you, Eliza. We’ve got you.”

“I love you too,” I say. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Thank you for communicating and allowing me to help. Ready?”

“Yes,” I say with more confidence as he wipes away my tears.

“Good girl. Dress, bra, and heels off, but leave the thong on,” he says. “Would you rather lay or stand?”

Laying would make me look flatter, but standing allows more of my body to be seen. I’d be more comfortable laying down too and then I could hide my face. “Laying,” I say.

“Okay. I will have you stand on the red tape, and one of us will help you get set up,” Calder says.

“What?” I say. “You asked…”

“Why did you want to lie down?” he interrupts.

“Because I can avoid letting people see too much of me.”

“And that is why we are going to have you stand,” Calder says.

“Calder,” I whine and stomp my foot at him. He smirks as he drags his gaze down my body.

“Oh, you’re going to wish you hadn’t done that, Kitten. Bratty little girls get punished,” Ryan says from behind me. “Do as he has instructed, please.”

“No,” I say.

“No?” Ryan asks, turning me to face him.

I was confident in my defiance looking at Calder, but Ryan is different.

There is not a submissive bone in this man’s body.

“Let’s try this again, and if you disobey, I’ll bend you over that table and take a paddle to your bratty ass.

If you have a problem, communicate. Acting out isn’t how you do it. ”

“Tick-tock, Kitten,” Julian muses.

“Whatever,” I say, rolling my eyes. Julian chuckles and shakes his head at me, as though he knew I’d do this one day.

I gasp when Ryan pushes me forward to shove me over the table and skips past the idea of a paddle.

He yanks my dress up and smacks my ass so hard that the building goes quiet.

I drop my head and whimper when he smacks my ass over and over until my skin is on fire and I can feel each and every handprint as though they are burned into my flesh.

When he pulls me up, he grabs me by the root of my hair, and I yelp when I am suddenly jerked up to stand and pushed to the tape on the floor.

All three men practically rip my dress and bra off before Calder takes my shoes off while Julian and Ryan pull my arms up above my head and restrain me, so I am on my tiptoes and practically dangling.

Ryan walks around me and pushes something into my pussy before a band is tightened around my legs so that it stays inside of me. It’s pressing against my G-spot and my clit, and I know exactly what is happening.

“Come or don’t, I don’t care. You want to play games?

We will show you exactly what we are made of.

Remember your safe word, because we are skipping right to the big stuff,” Ryan says.

“I have full confidence in them and you. Communicate when you need to and trust they will work you up to the intense parts. Okay?”

“What are you using?” I ask quietly.

“A flogger, and then Julian will use the whip. He will come over and talk with you before he begins, though.”

“What happened to making me the student?” I ask.

“You are making it very obvious that you are seeking something intense. Starting you off small is not only doing you a disservice but also setting you up to get in trouble. Slow makes you panic, and then you act out,” he explains.

“Knowing where this is headed, you are significantly calmer, so that is all the proof I need. Just remember to use your safe word. Okay?”

“Thank you,” I say.

“You’re welcome, pretty girl,” he says. “We will all three have floggers, and we will do five sets of three before Julian takes over.”

“Okay,” I sigh.

When Ryan steps away, there is no one in front of me. I am facing a wall, so I relax and let my head drop forward. The vibration starts softly inside my pussy, and I moan softly, swaying as I dangle from the restraints.

When the flogger bites my skin, the vibrations intensify, and I don’t react to any of it.

The next set of three is harder, and I gasp, but that’s all they get.

The pain is there, but it’s like a cloud drifting by.

I am used to the pain Troy would inflict on me, so this is nothing in comparison.

Each set brings forward no reaction, and the vibrations only lead to soft moans as I am nearly catatonic.

The last set snaps one after another. They continue after three until they have done a combined nine before I hiss when one of them strikes across the back of my thighs with significantly more force.

It disappears as quickly as it begins, and I am back into catatonia.

Julian lifts my chin, and the vibrations stop. “Where is your head?” he asks.

“Mmm. I don’t know,” I admit. “I’m at peace.”

“How do you feel?” he asks.

“Incredible,” I reply with a soft smile, but frown at him when he sighs.

“How badly did Troy hurt you that you give no reaction to that?” he asks, stroking my cheek with his thumb.

“I grew accustomed to the pain,” I admit.

“I’m going to move to the whip, but you should be aware of something,” he says.

“What?”