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  “You are, Mistress,” Malcolm breathed, swallowed then stood up straight. “It’s no excuse but I really liked it when you bit me.”

  She couldn’t help but grin. “Well, you certainly don’t have a problem with communicating,” she acknowledged wryly. “But in the future ask, don’t insist. I’ll decide if you need what you ask for, or deserve it.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” he said and stared at her mouth. Brenna rewarded him with another kiss.

  “Can I touch you, please?” It was Rick’s breath she felt on her neck. His body was angled into the side of hers but he held himself back.

  She broke the kiss just long enough to say, “Yes. I’d like that.” She wove her fingers back into Malcolm’s hair to pull his mouth to hers. Still holding Rick’s hair, she made a quiet sound of pleasure when his lips slid over the base of her neck. His mouth was firm yet gentle and made her shiver. He moved behind her, pressed into her lightly, sandwiched her body between his and Malcolm’s.

  Swaying just a little, Brenna relished their heat and closeness, the intensity of their kisses, the feel of Rick’s strong hands on her waist as his already hard cock nudged her ass. After a moment she turned. “Touch me,” she ordered Malcolm before offering her mouth to Rick.

  Rick’s taste was going to drive her insane but Brenna knew she had to be careful about showing partiality. These two men were friends, they came to scene together, and it would be cruel and insensitive to pit them against each other. Despite that, she drove her tongue in deep and murmured her approval when Rick came back at her with equal fervor. Malcolm mouthed her shoulder, nestled his cock against her ass, trailed his hands over her hips. His touch was as arousing as Rick’s and she started breathing faster.

  Brenna needed to summon her discipline and summon it quick. If this kept up she’d be in bed with them within the hour. As delicious as that sounded, they’d negotiated a little D/s scene, nothing more. They might be willing but taking anything more from them at this stage would be a misuse of their trust. She sighed and pulled back. Sometimes personal honor could be a real pain.

  “Hmm,” she murmured and licked her lower lip. “That was a very nice hello. I’m pleased.”

  Both men grinned with boyish enthusiasm.

  “Now, show me what toys you brought this evening and we’ll get this party started.” Practically humming with anticipation, she watched Rick pull a long leather flogger out of a satchel. When he handed it to her she assessed the weight, the texture of the tresses, the balance point of the handle then gave him a nod of approval. It was a quality toy and looked and smelled new. It’d be a privilege to break it in.

  She balked mentally when she saw Malcolm’s offering. It was a stainless steel cane, whip thin and long. It was an implement designed for pain.

  “Is there someone you wouldn’t want to see the marks?” she asked and, after a second’s hesitation, took the cane from him. “Plan on stripping down at the gym over the next week?”

  “No. There’s nobody,” Malcolm answered with a shrug.

  “Good. Because there’s no way I can hit you with this and not leave bruising. But then you know that, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” Malcolm answered. There was enough excitement in his voice to make Rick grin and look away.

  “Pain slut,” she muttered. Malcolm’s expression brightened even more. “This way, gentlemen.” Striding away on her four-inch heels, Brenna moved into the main part of the playroom. Giving playing couples a wide berth, she mentally considered then rejected piece after piece of equipment. To keep things interesting and fresh, she tried to inject some originality into each scene. This being her first time with both men, she wanted to challenge all of them with simplicity. When she knew them better she could tailor something to their—and not just her—whims.

  Finally she found a quiet spot at the back of the room, away from most of the other members. She sent the men to retrieve three high-backed chairs and kept an eye on them as they carried out her order.

  One of the other Dommes, a regular, approached her. “Two tonight, Brenna? Greedy bitch.”

  Brenna laughed. “You’re just jealous. I like those shoes,” she added, glancing down. Sonia was one of her closest friends in the community. They’d exchanged emails, discussed issues about subs over coffee, even got together to shop. The shorter, brown-haired woman had a wicked sense of humor and played a mean game of golf. She liked to keep her swing strong and wasn’t about just hitting golf clubs.

  “Thanks,” Sonia said. “That outfit’s new, right?”

  Brenna nodded.

  “I like it,” Sonia said and watched Rick and Malcolm give a large, openly gay Dom—identified by a too-liberal use of mascara and a deliberate, pouty stare at their groins—a wide berth as they headed back to Brenna, chairs in hand.

  Tonight Brenna was wearing a skirt and vest, both in black leather of course. Someday she might try a different color when she was scening but hey, black worked for her.

  “So if one of your new sub boys is ever interested, I’d be willing to paddle either of those choice asses. Just saying,” Sonia added, holding up her hands defensively when Brenna turned to her and glared. “Maybe it’s for the best. With you out of the running, the really cute subs are crawling for the rest of us as fast as they can. Well, gotta go,” Sonia said and breathed kisses to both sides of Brenna’s faces. “Men to humiliate, asses to spank, yadda, yadda.” With a wave, she disappeared back into the crowd.

  Brenna had Rick and Malcolm place two chairs side by side, about four feet apart, facing the room. The other chair she ordered placed closer to the wall, also facing the room. This one she sat on. She crossed her legs leisurely, dangled the flogger and cane from her fingers and looked at their bodies with open admiration.

  “Strip,” she ordered in the calm, assertive voice she’d perfected over the years.

  Malcolm started in on his shirt buttons immediately. Rick, as she’d expected, was a little hesitant. But she held his gaze with hers, not letting him shy away or look around to remind himself just how many people were in the playroom tonight. The music, the sound of leather hitting flesh, the grunts and squeals of subs faded from Brenna’s consciousness as she honed her concentration on the only two men who mattered at that moment—the men who’d gifted her with their welfare and pleasure.

  The control, the precision of dominating men had always gotten her off. Just like she loved the exactness of science, she loved the balance between pain and pleasure, loved orchestrating it, how her subs cherished her for it. Perhaps it was simple narcissism but Brenna adored giving men what they craved, making them dance with ecstasy at the end of her lash. Oddly, for her it brought peace and decorum to a world that was full of hostility and plain, old-fashioned rudeness.

  As her subs revealed more of their bodies, Brenna smiled. She already knew Rick had a fantastic body. He was tall, athletic, a little more lean than muscular but she liked her men that way. The depth of Malcolm’s pectorals was a delightful surprise. He obviously liked to hit the weights and although his upper body was a little disproportional to his lean lower body, he was still, as Sonia had put it, a choice piece.

  Slowly, she rose out of her chair. “Stand up straight,” she ordered in her measured, confident Domme voice. “Hands behind your heads. Feet shoulder width apart.” Despite the music and the ambient room sounds, her heels made a distinct click every time she took a step. Methodically she circled the two men, ran a fingertip down a spine, cupped the curve of an ass. She touched their arms, faces and the rise of their pectorals. Both Rick and Malcolm were breathing raggedly when she finished. Malcolm’s cock was already hard. Rick’s was well on its way.

  “Presumptive man, getting a hard-on like that,” she purred and gave the swaying head of Malcolm’s cock a pinch. He grunted but didn’t try to evade her touch. “What makes you think you’ll get to use it, hmm?” She pinched him again, harder this time. Malcolm grinned drunkenly then hissed when she used the back of her
hand to tap his balls, none too lightly.

  “Please. Fuck. Yes,” he blurted out. His elbows punched forward then he regained his stance.

  “Unruly boy,” Brenna growled. “What’s your safeword?”

  “Chestnut.”

  “Chestnut,” Brenna repeated, nodded, then moved on to Rick. Standing straight and proud, he was looking down at her with rapt adoration. She couldn’t help but smile. “Have I your permission to play with you again tonight, Rick?” she asked, and trailed the ends of his flogger over his shoulder, brushed his groin without touching his cock.

  He trembled and smiled at the same time. “Yes, Mistress Brenna.”

  “Good. I’m pleased.” She caressed his chest, held one of his nipples between thumb and forefinger, and squeezed until he bared his teeth. There was no protest. If there had been Brenna would have quickly moved on to another tease-and-torment technique. She held the pressure for a count of three then released it. Rick trembled as blood flowed back into his abused flesh. Compared to its mate it was red and distended and she was tempted to comfort it by licking it, perhaps suckling it gently. She held off because that seemed too intimate. This was only their second scene…although she’d love an opportunity to take things further between them.

  Discovering he enjoyed nipple play opened up a world of possible delights though.

  She took a step back. “If you agree,” she said, looking back and forth between the two men, “I’m going to tie you to your chairs, flog your backsides just to the point of pain, bring you back down then release you. Do you agree?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” both men replied, grinned then straightened their backs even more.

  “Very good,” she murmured. “Again, you’ve both pleased me. Hold your positions while I gather up what I need.”

  Trying her best to stay within their field of vision, Brenna took towels and lengths of soft rope from one of the club’s supply cabinets. When she returned, she began with Malcolm. Normally, when starting out with a sub, she enjoyed challenging them by making them hold their body position without external restraints. It established her dominance quickly, got them used to obeying when they were physically free not to, let her get into their heads and make them want to obey. In return she gave them the pain and domination they craved. Malcolm’s choice of a steel cane required restraint. It could do real damage if he moved and her hit missed its mark. If she hit his legs it would leave bruising that would make it difficult for him to walk for days.

  “Malcolm,” she ordered, “step up to your chair. Feet on the outside of the chair’s front legs. Lean forward, arms alongside the outermost back slats. Hold on to the slats with your hands.” She started on his left ankle. Looping the rope around and around, not too tight, she coiled it around his ankle and the chair leg, tied it off with a simple reef knot then looked up at him. “Any numbness? Tingling? Wiggle your toes for me.”

  “It’s good, Mistress,” Malcolm said. He flexed his foot then grinned. “You can make the next one tighter.”

  “You really are a pain slut, aren’t you?” she taunted but refused to bind his second ankle tighter than the first. Next she looped rope around his lower arm and a back slat of the chair, leaving just enough slack for him to flex. When his other arm was bound she caressed his back, leaned forward so her face was in front of his. She kissed him softly. Malcolm tried to deepen the kiss, growled his frustration when she refused to oblige, then seemed to resign himself to the gentle, teasing sweep of her mouth across his.

  When she straightened, she looked directly into Rick’s gorgeous eyes. She knew he’d been watching her with his friend. In fact, she’d positioned the chairs so they could turn their heads and watch her punish the other. Men were such visual creatures. Rick didn’t look jealous, which she took as a good sign, just hungry and expectant. There was also a calm, mature vibe coming off him which she approved of. Brenna liked a man who knew the value of a good tease, of holding off pleasure until the wanting made him ache.

  “I’m going to tie you up, my sweet sub,” she murmured and stepped toward him. Circling him like she had earlier, she trailed a forefinger over his biceps. “Bind you with rope so you have no choice but to submit, accept the sting of the lash, suffer because it pleases me.”

  “Yes, Mistress. Oh yes.”

  Again he was breathing fast and his cock stood up straight and hard. She laid a hand on his abdomen. “Slow your breathing,” she said quietly and smoothed her lips over his jaw. “Hmm. You shaved for me. I approve,” she said, deliberately switching his train of thought to take his mind off his arousal, giving him an opportunity to refocus.

  Rick grinned crookedly. “Of course, Mistress. I wanted to earn more of your kisses tonight. It’d be selfish of me to repay that by giving you whisker burn. On your beautiful face or anywhere else,” he added with a naughty grin.

  With the flat of her hand Brenna smacked his ass sharply but she was grinning too.

  “Presumptive sub. But I’m pleased by your thoughtfulness nonetheless.” She stepped back after assuring herself his respiration rate had dropped, had him lean over the seat of the chair like Malcolm, and tied him up exactly the same. It never paid to treat one sub differently than the other when you were playing with two at the same time.

  That only worked for people into humiliation, and humiliation wasn’t Brenna’s thing.

  Because she’d refused Malcolm two weeks ago, she began with him. Standing so that her body was perpendicular to his, she stroked the curve of his ass with her hand, kept an eye on his expression and wasn’t surprised when his eyes glazed over. She teased him with the cane, bringing it down on her palm instead of him. He twitched every time he heard the sound. His mouth fell open and he breathed deeper. Brenna wanted to tease him, yes, but she also needed to get a feel for the cane’s bite. It truly was a wicked implement and her hand stung like crazy, even from the gentlest smack.

  Still perpendicular to him so the cane would land on him with even pressure from left to right, she grazed the meaty curve of Malcolm’s ass with an upward swipe. With hits so gentle they were mere brushes against his skin rather than strikes, she hit his left cheek for a steady count of five, moved to his other side and swept that cheek five times as well. He arched his back, trying to push his back end into the hits, trying to take control of the scene.

  Brenna stopped without apology or explanation. If he didn’t get the message and tried again, she’d add verbal chastisement to the denial. To his credit, Malcolm sighed and grinned. Yeah, this sub liked to test his boundaries and, apparently, was satisfied when she wouldn’t let him get away with it.

  She put down the cane and moved over to Rick. Standing behind him, she again trailed the leather tresses over his back, his ass, even held them so she could tease his inner thighs. He shivered lightly and the way his skin trembled enthralled her. The man definitely had a thing for having his backside played with. How deep—Brenna grinned at the unintentional pun—he wanted that play to go was something she’d have to work with him to discover.

  Pulling the tresses forward, she measured them, adjusted the distance between her and him, pulled the tresses back with the lightest pressure possible and released them. Frawp. Frawp, frawp. Rick held himself still, breathed through his mouth, eased his grip on the chair back when the first, sensual strokes grazed the back of his right shoulder. Brenna moved on to the left then, after a measured pause, his ass.

  With his head tipped to the side, Malcolm watched raptly. His expression was resigned, as if he knew that, by choosing a brutal toy, he’d receive far fewer hits than his friend. The grin that spread across his face made her suspect he accepted it as a fair tradeoff.

  Rick’s lean muscles flexed, his lats spread beautifully as he gripped the back of the chair. When she stopped and moved back to Malcolm, Rick dropped his head, made a quiet sound of pleasure then pulled his head back up so he could track her movements with his eyes.

  To draw it out, especially for Malcolm, Brenna cir
cled them, caressed their faces, stroked their upper arms, pressed kisses to the backs of their thighs. When he could reach, Rick turned his mouth toward her palm, kissed it then murmured, “Thank you, Mistress.”

  He seemed more attuned to her this time, more relaxed, like his trust in her had grown. Malcolm kissed her palm like Rick had but she sensed that was only because she’d been visibly pleased by Rick’s touch. Malcolm seemed a little stiffer but that was to be expected. They’d never scened together, plus she could feel the impatience beginning to hum though him. He had just enough training not to let it be obvious but he seemed to be the kind of sub who liked the pain, the bondage, more than the headspace of submission. So many of them did.

  She moved back to Malcolm, resumed her position and, using the end of the cane, tapped the meatiest part of his ass with even, parallel strokes. Swiping his skin with a little more strength this time, she steadied Malcolm with a reassuring hand on his back before she moved to his other side and caned that one too. This time when she was done she stayed with him longer, massaged his thighs gently until they stopped shaking, stroked his shoulders and fussed over his bindings…fussed over him.

  “Tell me about the pain. Does it sting? Burn? Tingle?”

  Malcolm licked his lips before answering. “Tingle moving into sting. Maybe a three.”

  “Good,” Brenna replied. She kissed the side of his neck. “Do you feel like leaning into the cane or jerking away from it?”

  “Leaning into it. Definitely.” Malcolm’s grin was boyish but distinctly naughty despite that.

  She stroked his head for a moment before moving back to Rick.

  As she approached this new sub she’d found, Brenna knew she was partial to him. “What do you like most, Rick?” she asked quietly, letting her breath stir the hair behind his ear. “The submission or the pain?”

  She saw him lick his lips, felt the hesitation in him before he replied as quietly as she had, “The submission.”