Liam remained alone, content to take in the atmosphere of the place, his mind revisiting scenes he’d shared with Lila in every room of the first and second floor of this old house, though it now seemed like a very long time ago, another life.
As if his memory conjured her from thin air, Liam heard Lila’s distinctive, low, throaty voice. “Liam Byrne. Is that really you?”
He turned his head slowly, still not entirely convinced he hadn’t imagined her.
But it was Lila, all right, clad in a black leather mini-dress, her large, shapely breasts spilling over the top, her smoky blue eyes sultry with promise. Her red hair was piled in a coil on the top of her head, and long earrings shaped like tiny handcuffs dangled from her ears. Though she was every bit as beautiful as he’d remembered, the catch in his throat the sight of her had once engendered was absent.
As he took her in, Liam waited for the punch to his gut, for the pain of the loss he had carried like a knife in his heart for so long to twist. There was no pain, however, not even a whisper. He felt nothing. Nothing, save for mild surprise at seeing her.
“Lila. Hello.”
She looked him up and down and smiled that slow, sexy smile he remembered well. “I thought you were in a wheelchair,” she said with a lift of perfectly sculpted brows. “But you looked quite intact to my eye. In fact, you look fucking fantastic.”
Moving closer, she brushed his arm with her breast, the movement apparently casual, though he was certain it was deliberate. He could smell her perfume, something strong and cloying. He took a step back.
“I’m doing okay,” he replied noncommittally. He glanced down at his leg, gripping the beautiful cane Allie had given him a little tighter. “Not quite intact, but doing just fine. How are you?”
“I’ve missed you,” Lila said in a little girl’s voice. “After our fight that day at the hospital”—she shrugged, a sad, remorseful look passing over her pretty face—“I was afraid to come back. We”—she swallowed, correcting herself—“I said some pretty horrible things. I was ashamed of myself. But I never stopped missing you.”
Liam said nothing to this, thinking only that action, or the lack of it, spoke far louder than words.
Lila rubbed her breast on his arm again, and once more Liam stepped away. “It’s really fabulous to see you again,” she persisted. “Maybe we could get toget—”
“What do you think, Master Liam?” Lauren said, her loud voice causing both Lila and Liam to jump. He turned to look in the direction of the sound, relieved that he wouldn’t have to rebuff Lila, who had always enjoyed a scene, not necessarily the good kind.
Lauren pointed to Allie, who stood beside her, breathtakingly stunning in her crimson corset, her long, lovely legs clad in sheer black stockings, matching red heels on her feet. “She cleans up nice, huh?” Lauren said.
“She does indeed. You look pretty good, too,” Liam said chivalrously. In fact, all three women were stunning. Lauren, her long blond hair flowing, was clad in a skimpy black leather bustier with zippers on either side, black stockings held up by garters, her feet in stiletto heels. Bonnie with her short, dark hair and large dark eyes, had painted her lips a shiny cherry red. She had changed into a see-through, pale gold satin gown, her nipples visible beneath the sheer fabric. Her outfit contrasted nicely with the simple but elegant black leather collar that dipped in a V toward her breasts.
Bonnie, clearly recognizing Lila, flashed a worried glance in Liam’s direction, but Liam just smiled, sending her a telepathic message not to worry.
He turned his gaze to Allie, who glanced from Lila to him and smiled tentatively, a question in her eyes, though she said nothing.
Drawn as if she were a magnet and he made of metal, Liam moved toward her and put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. “You look beautiful,” he murmured into her ear.
“Who’s this?” Lila said, her usually throaty voice suddenly shrill. Liam jerked his head in her direction, startled to realize he’d forgotten all about her.
“I’m sorry,” he said, dropping his arm from Allie’s shoulders to her waist. “Allie,” he said, “this is Lila, an old friend of mine.”
Allie’s eyes widened in obvious surprise, and then a hint of a smile moved over her lips. “Nice to meet you, Lila,” she said demurely, as if she had no idea who Lila was, or rather had once been, in Liam’s life.
Liam glanced back at the woman who had smashed his heart into pieces, abandoning him when he had needed her most. For a second, he considered introducing Allie as the love of his life, as the woman he was going to marry. But he pushed the uncharitable thought away, aware it was petty and unkind. All the anger, all the sorrow and the hurt, while he hadn’t forgotten it, no longer had a place in his life. It no longer served him. Indeed, it never had.
Now that he had had the time and the perspective to work through what had happened between them, he was grateful for Lila’s defection. She had saved them both from a relationship that would probably have ended in misery and divorce. Theirs had been a tempestuous, difficult relationship, one that seemed to thrive on discord and then intense, passionate makeup sex. It was, he thought now, a teenagers’ affair, not a connection between loving, caring adults.
These thoughts passed through his mind in only a few seconds. But it was long enough for him to hold his tongue and instead say simply, “Lila, this is Allie. Allie Swift.”
Matt and Martin appeared a moment later, and if Matt was surprised to see Lila, he didn’t show it. She drifted away shortly thereafter, announcing she had a scene scheduled with a famous Australian whip maker, which, Liam had no doubt, was true.
The six of them went upstairs, the men carrying the gear bags over their shoulders. They entered what had once been the master bedroom of the old house. The lavender room was aptly named, the walls painted that color, the recovery sofa and matching wingback chairs in the corner upholstered in a darker purple.
The room contained a St. Andrew’s cross, a bondage table, a set of stocks and a portable wooden suspension rack, courtesy of Robert’s considerable handyman skills. A full-size bed had been placed parallel to the wall, covered only with a fitted sheet.
Matt put the bottled water in the mini refrigerator in the corner of the room while the rest of them took in the space. “This is amazing,” Martin said, turning in a slow circle.
“This whole club is amazing,” Allie agreed, the admiration clear in her tone. “This is way better than anything I’ve ever been to in Boston, right, Lauren?” she said, turning to her friend.
“Oh, yeah,” Lauren agreed. “Way, way better. There are no weird, lost-looking loser guys with a latex fetish, trolling for subs, without the least clue what they would do with one if they got her.”
“But we know what to do, don’t we, guys?” Martin said with a laugh.
“I hope it involves that cool suspension rack,” Lauren replied without missing a beat.
“Not tonight,” Matt interjected. “Tonight we have something special planned for you three lovelies.”
“That’s right,” Liam said, excited at the prospect. “We won’t use rope or chain to tie you down. Instead, you’ll hold yourselves still and in position, offering your bodies for our pleasure and your erotic pain.”
“Ooh,” Allie said softly. Just the sound of her voice was enough to send a jolt of electricity directly to Liam’s cock.
Martin closed the door of the room and glanced to Matt, who turned to the three women. They stood clustered together, their lovely faces a study in excitement and nervous anticipation. “Tonight,” Matt said, taking up the thread, “we are going to test the limits of your submissive obedience. As Liam said, you won’t be bound. You’ll maintain your position purely by force of will.”
“That’s right,” Martin added. “We each decided on a favorite toy tonight. I’m going to employ my trusty single tail”—Lauren executed a little happy dance—“Matt will use his paddle—”
“Bonnie’s paddle,” Mat
t interjected with an evil grin.
“Bonnie’s paddle,” Martin amended. “And Liam, naturally, will bring into play the new cane his sub girl presented to him this evening.”
“We don’t want you to mess up those beautiful outfits,” Liam added, his cock throbbing in anticipation. “While you girls strip, we’ll set out the toys.”
“Shoes, too,” Matt added. “You’ll need your balance for this scene.”
All three of the guys stole glances at their women as they undressed. At the same time, they unzipped their gear bags and removed their chosen toys, along with the sleep mask blindfolds Matt had brought along, placing them on the counter provided for the purpose.
“For this session,” Matt said, standing in front of the naked women like a drill sergeant overseeing his soldiers, “the three of you will stand in a circle facing each other. You will lift your arms over your heads and hold hands during the entire session. You will plant your feet in an at-ease position, asses thrust out. To help you focus and stop you from anticipating, you will be blindfolded. The three of us will move from girl to girl behind you. You’ll be paddled, whipped and caned as it pleases us.”
“Before we begin,” Liam added, “you will each remind us of your safeword.” He turned first to Matt’s sub. “Bonnie?”
“Apple, Sir,” Bonnie replied calmly.
“Lauren?”
“Rosebud, Sir,” Lauren squeaked, and then giggled.
“Allie?”
“Diamond, Sir.”
“Good,” Liam said. “Do you have any questions before we begin?”
“No, Sir,” all three girls replied at once, causing everyone in the room to laugh.
Liam was happy. It was wonderful to be with friends, good friends whom he trusted and admired. While there was levity, all six of them were serious players in the scene, and he was excited for this opportunity. He was returning to a life he had, until recently, thought was behind him. It felt good to be back.
Bonnie, Allie and Lauren stood in a circle as directed, reaching up to clasp hands. The men moved behind them, adjusting a leg here and a bottom there, until all three women stood properly, feet apart, asses out.
Finally, they slipped the black satin sleep masks over the subs’ eyes. The three men moved behind the girls, stopping to cup their breasts or slip their hands between their legs. The subs remained still and silent as the men touched them, though their erect nipples and moist pussies gave them away.
Both Matt and Martin, Liam couldn’t help but observe, sported raging erections just as he did. But they all knew good things came to those who waited.
At a nod from Matt, they picked up their chosen implements from the counter, each assuming a position behind his partner. Allie gasped at the first stroke of Liam’s cane, but then settled down.
He tapped lightly, warming her skin gradually, his focus entirely on her. The room was silent, save for leather and wood striking flesh, and the women’s increasingly rapid breathing. At another nod from Matt, the three men shifted their positions, Liam now behind Bonnie, Martin behind Allie.
The women began to cry out in turn, yelps and gasps as the paddle hit especially hard, or the whip caught one of them just so, or the cane marked their flesh with a beautiful welt. Slowly, the guys moved around the circle of subs, each man focused on his task. Soon all three bare asses were marked, welts from the cane and small angry dashes from the whip appearing on flesh reddened by the hard wooden paddle.
Liam’s cock throbbed, his balls aching, his heart pulsing in time to the syncopated pants and cries of the subs as the Doms intensified their erotic beatings. Though he tried to focus on all three women equally, Liam’s attention was drawn continually to his girl. Her face was flushed, her lips parted, her hair wild as she tossed her head and gasped at each new stroke of the cane, kiss of the whip and smack of the paddle.
The other two subs, he managed to observe, were equally affected, their chests heaving, their breathing ragged. Somehow, through it all, the girls kept their fingers entwined, their heads bowed toward each other as if in prayer.
Matt was now behind Bonnie, Martin behind Lauren, Liam behind Allie. By some silent accord, they no longer rotated. Liam placed his hand on the back of Allie’s neck and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Leaning close, he said softly, “You’re doing beautifully, sub Allie. I want to take you even further than we went the last time. Does that suit you, sub girl?”
“Yes, Sir,” Allie breathed without even a moment’s hesitation. “Yes, please, Sir.”
Liam stepped back and flicked the cane several times against Allie’s already tortured flesh. Long lines of white appeared against the reddened skin, rapidly darkening as the blood rushed to their aid. He struck the tender flesh where her ass met her thigh, drawing a low, feral moan from her lips.
Moving slightly to the side, he angled his wrist and let the cane fly through the air, connecting with the fleshy center of both cheeks.
He forgot where he was, or who was watching, his focus now entirely on Allie. He painted welts in parallel lines and crisscross patterns over every inch of those perfect globes, the cane beating in time to Allie’s breathless, tortured cries.
Then it began to happen: Allie’s cries quieted and then ceased, her head falling slowly back as her breathing deepened and slowed. She pulled her hands from the other two, and Bonnie and Lauren let her go.
As if on cue, from behind, Martin drew Lauren against him, while Matt held Bonnie in his arms. The guys removed their subs’ blindfolds. The four of them were now watching Liam and Allie, waiting for them to continue.
Returning his attention fully to his sub girl, Liam resumed the caning, delivering a strong, searing stroke that left tiny droplets of blood in its wake.
Allie didn’t cry out. She didn’t even moan. She stood as still and graceful as a statue, the very essence of submissive grace. Awestruck, Liam aimed the cane once more. This welt, too, beaded with blood, shiny red against the darker mottled red of her well-beaten ass.
While a part of Liam, the primal, dominant beast in him, ached to continue, he knew it was time to stop. Allie was no longer in a position to use her safeword. Her spirit was soaring somewhere he could only follow from a distance, as if she were a kite wheeling wildly overhead, tethered to the earth solely by the strings of his responsibility to keep her safe.
He set down the cane and moved to stand in front of his flying sub girl. Reaching around her head, he gently removed the blindfold. Her eyes remained closed, her breathing still deep and even, as if she were asleep while standing up.
He placed his hands on her shoulders. “Allie,” he said softly, “I’m here with you. Take as long as you need.” He kissed her lightly on the lips. Then he waited, his hands still on her shoulders, as if anchoring her in place while she soared.
After another minute or so, during which everyone in the room remained completely silent, Allie opened her eyes and blinked several times.
Then she smiled, the radiance of her smile reaching her eyes, which danced and sparkled as they regained their focus. “That,” she said emphatically as Liam stepped away to let the others see she had returned to the land of the living, “Was. Totally. Fucking. Awesome.”
“Girlfriend,” Lauren said from within Martin’s embrace from behind her, “I never thought I’d see the day when you would not only submit to a cane, but fly from the experience. I agree with your assessment. Totally. Fucking. Awesome.”
“You should see your butt, babe,” Martin said to Lauren. “Definitely worth a Facebook status update.”
Matt whispered something in his wife’s ear and she rewarded him with a beatific smile.
Allie reached back to touch her bottom, wincing as she lightly traced her welts. With a startled cry, she brought her hand to her face and stared down at her fingers. “I’m bleeding!”
“You are,” Liam agreed calmly. “You took quite a caning, Allie, not to mention a whipping and a paddling. Your marks are beautiful.”
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br /> “Hey, Liam,” Matt called from where he stood with Bonnie. “Did you bring that miracle ointment with you? These girls are in need of some aftercare.”
“I never leave home without it,” Liam quipped. He moved toward the counter, barely noticing his limp as he walked without the use of his cane. Since the stunning realization that he’d had zero responsibility for that man’s death, the pain in his leg had somehow diminished. He hadn’t needed to use the pills even once since the amazing revelation.
They had the women lie side-by-side on their stomachs across the bed, each Dom ministering to his sub. When they were properly tended to, the women rose from the bed, each accepting a bottle of water.
While they drank, Martin observed, “I don’t know about you guys, but whipping these three gorgeous babes has given me a serious case of blue balls. We’ve got this private room here. I think our subbies should thank their Masters properly with a little cock worship. You guys down with that?”
“Shit, yeah,” Matt rejoined enthusiastically.
Liam met Allie’s eye. She gave a small nod of approval, a devilish smile curving her lips.
“Count me in,” Liam said with a broad grin.
Still naked, the women knelt prettily in front of their men. All three eagerly opened their flies and pulled out their cocks. Liam didn’t try to stifle his moan of pure pleasure as Allie’s hot mouth closed over his shaft, her cool fingers cradling his balls.
There was too much pent-up lust for any of them to last long, and it was over way too quickly. Their task easily accomplished, the girls sat back on their heels, each with a satisfied look on her face.
As the guys tucked themselves back into place, Lauren piped up, “What about us? I like a little pleasure with my pain, hmmm?” She cupped her full breasts suggestively, her tongue moving seductively over her lower lip.
Martin grinned. “You little slut. You had your beating; now you want to come too?”
Lauren stuck out her tongue at her boyfriend.
“I have an idea,” Matt said. “Let’s have them masturbate. All three of them at once while we watch.”