Venus rising boxset, p.106
Venus Rising Boxset, page 106
Jessica was right, for the most part—it seemed like a normal club, except for the outfits. Some people were dressed like him in relatively normal clothing, but the majority were a lot less dressed. As much skin as Jessica was showing, she looked almost overdressed compared to a lot of the women.
“Oh,” she said, coming to a halt and looking around. “It doesn’t look like anyone else is here yet.” Catching Steve’s questioning look, she grinned. “I mean any of our group.”
“It’s a little early for us even for a Thursday night,” Justin said mildly.
“Especially since almost all of them are taking off work tomorrow,” Jessica reminded him. The bridal party was going to get their nails done before the rehearsal and dinner tomorrow. “So, we can all stay up late tonight.” She grinned, leaning against Justin’s side.
Wrapping his arm around her, he kissed the top of her head while Chris came up on her other side, his fingers sliding through hers. It looked odd, but somehow right too, and Steve felt a little surge of envy. Not because he wanted a triad. He didn’t. Hell, a successful relationship with one other person seemed difficult enough, but he did want the emotion they had between them, the support.
“So, do you want us to show you around?” asked Chris, turning to look at Steve. His expression was carefully neutral, but Steve thought he detected some apprehension. He was feeling the same way.
“Oh... um... maybe a drink first?” He gestured at the bar. If he was going to walk around a sex club with his brother and his brother’s two fiancés, he was definitely going to need a drink. Right now, he could almost pretend this was a regular club, just with less clothing than usual and a few more collars and leashes. The downstairs and upstairs were where all the sexy stuff was supposed to happen.
“Oh, look, Freddy’s here!” Jessica said, brightening. “We definitely need to introduce you to Freddy. He’ll be at the wedding too.”
Slipping away from her men, she grabbed Steve’s hand and pulled him along with her.
Wasn’t she supposed to be the submissive one?
Chris
Watching Steve relax more with Freddy than he had with Chris kind of hurt, but he tried not to take it personally. Freddy had been working at the front desk of Stronghold for a long time and was a natural at making people feel relaxed. He was so good at his job, he was going to be the manager for reception at Marquis, the new club Patrick had opened in conjunction with Michael and Luke. He had tonight off and had come to Stronghold instead.
The history between himself and his brother was obviously a lot more fraught than with someone Steve had never met before. Chris tried not to feel replaced as the two men laughed together.
Glancing across the table at Chris, Justin tilted his head at Chris then tipped it toward the stairs.
Want to go play?
They’d talked about it when they’d realized how uncomfortable Steve seemed to be talking about anything sexual with them. He didn’t seem to have quite the same issues with Jessica. Which Chris found odd since he’d been the one to give Steve the birds and the bees talk when they were younger... but that was then. Besides, giving Steve the birds and BDSM talk seemed a lot more awkward, especially since Steve didn’t seem inclined to confide in him. So, it was probably better to let Freddy show him around the club. Everyone knew Freddy and not to mess with him. Steve would be just as well off as if they’d found a Dom to show him around.
Maybe even better off since Freddy was also a submissive and less intimidating.
Chris nodded back at Justin then turned back to his brother, waiting for a small lull in the conversation.
“Hey Steve, would you like to hang out with Freddy for a while? He can answer any questions you have and show you around the club if you want.” The guilty relief that flashed across Steve’s face made it clear what his brother wanted, but Steve still hesitated.
“Oh... well...”
“It’s okay,” Chris said, pushing himself to smile as sincerely as he could, tamping down on his feeling of being left out. “Justin and I want to take Jessica up to a private room.” Jessica lit up with surprise and eagerness at the news.
“Oh!” The relief was even more stark now that Steve had a good reason to let him go. “Yes, go um... go do your thing. I’ll hang out with Freddy.”
“Shoo,” said Freddy waving his hands at Chris. “I’ve got this.”
Justin was already pulling Jessica to her feet and away from the table. Chris moved to join them, chuckling when he heard her question.
“Which room are we going to?”
Stronghold hosted a variety of themed rooms, all of them indulging in various fantasies, but there was only one room he and Justin were interested in this week.
“The school room,” Justin told her, his hand sliding under her skirt to cup her ass. He shook his head. “Ms. Swift, I do believe you are violating school dress code... you know panties aren’t allowed here. Mr. Fire, what do you think we should do with her?”
“Well, Mr. Flood,” Chris said, grinning widely at his partner as he crowded in on Jessica’s other side, using the name Justin had worked under at the Venus School where they’d met Jessica, “That definitely calls for a spanking at least.”
“Oh, yes,” Jessica said, nodding solemnly. “I’ve been very naughty.”
Laughing, Justin put his hand on the small of her back, guiding her toward the staircase. Before they began their ascent, Chris glanced over his shoulder, but Steve wasn’t even watching him go—he looked to be deep in conversation with Freddy. Reassured his brother was happy with the current arrangement for the evening, he followed Justin and Jessica upstairs.
Steve
When Jessica had first called Freddy over, Steve had almost frozen in place, thinking she had figured out he was gay, and she was about to out him. Instead, he quickly realized she’d latched onto Freddy because he was another male submissive—an experienced one—that he was gay was incidental.
At least, Steve assumed Freddy was gay based on his spiky blond hair, tightly fitted leather shorts, and pink tank top, as well as his general mannerisms. They were in a kink club, though, so maybe that was just normal dress for a male submissive.
Despite having watched a lot of kinky porn, Steve felt out of his depth now that he was in a real BDSM club. There seemed to be all types here—maybe he should check his assumptions at the door. There were two extremely masculine guys over by the bar, both of them looked like straight alpha male types to him, right up until the slightly bigger one pulled the other one in for a searing kiss.
“That’s Master Kincaid and Master Zach,” Freddy said in a low voice, interrupting Steve’s perusal of the couple—and also confusing him further. The couple parted, giving each other an intense look, then moved together over toward the section across from the bar that was scattered with chairs and kneeling people. Most of the people were women.
“They’re both masters?” Steve asked, watching them go. They looked like they were looking at the women together. Kind of like Chris and Justin with Jessica, except so far, he hadn’t seen any indication that Chris and Justin were involved with each other in any sexual way, despite what he’d initially thought. “But... they’re with each other?”
“Yeah, but only in the club,” Freddy said, watching them with a kind of dreamy expression. “Master Zach isn’t out, other than here. Everyone’s kind of disappointed because Master Kincaid is hot, and he plays for both teams, which made all the subbies very happy, but now he’s pretty much exclusive to Master Zach except when they pick out a sub to share for the night. I think Master Zach might be mostly straight because he always chooses a woman.”
“What about you?” Steve asked since Freddy had brought it up, it seemed like the polite thing to do, rather than continue to make assumptions. A lot of his assumptions had already been proven wrong this week.
You know what they say about assuming...
“I play for both teams,” Freddy said easily, surprising Steve yet again.
Yeah, definitely time to check his assumptions at the door. He braced himself for Freddy to turn the question back around, to actually say out loud for the first time he was gay. Instead, Freddy met his gaze and smiled.
“So, want to go visit the Dungeon?”
The unexpected question startled a completely honest answer without any hesitation.
“Yes,” he said.
Freddy beamed at him. “Let’s go then.” Hopping up, he waited for Steve to stand more slowly, then began leading him to the staircase, pointing out various club members along the way and dropping little tidbits about them. Gina, the bouncer Will’s wife, who was currently hanging out with her friends in what Freddy called the “Lounge Area.” Mistress Lisa and her submissive Karen on the dance floor, right next to two other women who were dancing up on each other but were apparently just best friends and not a couple.
It was a whole new world for Steve, one in which everyone seemed to embrace who they were, ignoring stereotypes and societal expectations, and just did what they wanted.
“Do you have a Master or Mistress?” he asked Freddy as they headed downstairs.
For the first time that night, he saw Freddy’s cheerful expression cloud just a bit, but it was gone almost as quickly as it came.
“Not yet, but I live in hope.” He practically skipped down the last few stairs, the sounds of moans, gasps, and leather slapping against flesh becoming much louder. “So, what do you think?”
The question, and the large room filled with nearly naked and fully naked people, all doing scenes straight out of Steve’s favorite personal movies, completely distracted him from Freddy’s love life.
“Holy...”
The other man sighed happily, looking around at the various scenes of pain and pleasure with pure bliss on his face. “Come on, let’s start over here at the spanking benches.”
In a daze, Steve let himself be led into the den of iniquity.
Chapter 9
Jessica
It was funny how certain things could cause an immediate and visceral sexual reaction, even though they weren’t in and of themselves sexy. Hearing the names “Mr. Fire” and “Mr. Flood” was definitely one of those things, sending her right back to their time together at the Venus School when she’d been hardcore crushing on her mysterious instructors and loathe to have to go back home to real life.
She’d had no idea they’d be waiting for her there or that their paths would lead them to where they were now.
When she’d gone to the school, she’d just gotten out of a bad relationship with a total jerk and had wanted to explore her sexuality. At the time, she’d told Hilary she’d been motivated by the first Transformers movie—she’d wanted to know what would happen if she got in the car. And just like in the movie, she was so glad she had.
The school room at Stronghold was more like a real school room than most of the rooms at the Venus School—which had a lot more mats and other soft pieces of furniture for comfortable sex than it did desks—but Jessica kind of loved the combination of two competing fantasies.
Especially when Justin bent her over the desk and pulled up her skirt to show off the black thong she was wearing, making a tutting noise.
“What did I tell you, Mr. Fire? Panties.” The disgust in his voice when he said the word made her giggle.
SMACK!
She gasped at the unexpected hard swat against her upturned ass, her pussy clenching in response.
“Is something funny, Ms. Swift?” Justin asked, his voice deepening. Not in a threatening manner, but somehow, he took on more confidence, more authority.
“No, Mr. Flood,” she lied, wiggling her bottom at him. “I’m just nervous.”
“You should be,” Chris chimed in. She felt him moving to the side of her, his hand coming to rest on the cheek Justin hadn’t spanked, caressing the rounded mound, bringing her nerve endings to life. She arched her back, lifting her bottom up for punishment.
Instead, his fingers dipped down to stroke her pussy, making her moan as his fingers slid under her panties, between the sensitive lips and teased her clit.
“No plug either,” Justin said. She didn’t have to see him to know he was shaking his head. “It’s our duty to get this student properly attired, Mr. Fire.”
“I agree completely, Mr. Flood.”
Hands, she wasn’t sure whose, pulled off her thong while the other pair of hands unzipped the back of her skirt, which quickly followed her underwear, leaving her naked from the waist down.
“Hey! I’m pretty sure the skirt was allowed,” she protested.
SMACK!
The stinging swat was hard but not truly punishing. All these intermittent little spanks were only turning her on even more—which was probably their intention.
“Such a pretty pussy,” Chris said, sliding his fingers along her labia and making her squirm. “See? This is much better.”
There was the sound of a drawer opening—Stronghold made a lot of money off providing new toys for anyone who forgot theirs—then she heard plastic ripping.
“And here’s a decoration for her pretty little ass,” Justin said. She turned her head to see him toss a plug and a small tube of lube to Chris. Then he looked at her, and she squeaked, her head swiveling back around in response to his dark chuckle. “Let’s get her plugged... then, she still seems a little over dressed, don’t you think, Mr. Fire?”
“Definitely, Mr. Flood,” Chris agreed as something cool and slick pressed against her asshole.
Justin
Even though he hadn’t expected to ever end up in a triad relationship, something about watching his best friend play with their girl just flat out did it for him. Even when he and Chris thought they were competing for Jessica, he’d loved watching them together.
Loved directing their pleasure.
“Slowly, Mr. Fire,” he said, watching the tight ring of Jessica’s sphincter give way to the plug. His cock throbbed in anticipation of following suit. The plug dipped in and out, the lube making her entrance shiny.
Both he and Chris let out their breath when the plug was finally seated, only the flat base showing between her rounded cheeks. Cheeks that didn’t have nearly enough color in them yet as far as Justin was concerned. First things first, though.
“Stand up, Ms. Swift,” he said, giving her bottom a little tap. “You’re still wearing too much clothing.”
She pushed up off the desk, bare from the waist down. Justin liked the look, but he preferred full access to her body, especially her breasts. Chris loosened the strings of her corset so Justin could open the front clasps. Her full breasts spilled out, slight red marks on her soft skin from the tightness of the corset marring the pale expanse. She sighed in relief as she took a deep breath.
Smiling down at her, he moved forward, trapping her between him and Chris. Her head tipped back, eyes wide as she looked up at him, arousal clear in her gaze. Their hands ran over her soft skin, and Justin dipped his head down to catch her lips in a kiss, so she couldn’t see who was touching her where.
Cupping her breasts with his hands, he felt Chris’ fingers gliding up and down her sides until he caught hold of her hips, pulling her back against him. Justin massaged her breasts, seeking out her nipples and pinching them hard enough, she whimpered against his kiss, making his cock jerk with appreciation.
He kissed her deeply, aware of Chris grinding against her ass and his partner’s lips traveling across her throat and shoulder. Tugging on her nipples, he twisted them gently, and she writhed between them, making delicious little noises of pained pleasure in the back of her throat. He pushed forward with his hips, rubbing the bulge of his cock against her mound, both of them teasing her with the semblance of sandwiching her between them.
Sliding one hand up from her breast to her throat, he wrapped his fingers around the column of her neck, tipping her head back and breaking the kiss. Her lips were swollen, pupils dilated with aroused excitement as he tightened his grip just a little. The utter trust she put in him, that she didn’t even blink twice, much less say her safeword, made his cock throb.
Pressing her head back, so she was resting it against Chris’ shoulder, Justin stepped back just far enough to be able to look down at her naked body, drinking in her beautiful breasts, her spread legs, and pouting pussy. Rubbing his thumb along the soft skin of her throat, feeling her swallow, he looked over her shoulder at Chris.
“What do you think, Mr. Fire?”
Now it was Chris’ turn to run his hands up to her breasts.
“Hm, I think she might be a little too naked, Mr. Flood.” He pinched her nipples, making her gasp, and Justin flexed his fingers in response to the small noise. The slight grip and release were met with a full body shudder and the tiniest whimper. “Perhaps some jewelry?”
When Justin released her throat, she sagged slightly against Chris, dazed.
Well, these should perk her right up. Justin pulled the pair of clover nipple clamps he’d brought from home out of his pocket. The clamps would tighten the more they were pulled on, increasing the pain every time. She’d be feeling the aftereffects for the next couple of days, but she should also be fully recovered by the wedding.
“I agree, Mr. Fire. Present her breasts for me?”
Jessica
Jessica thought she might melt into a puddle of sexual heat as Chris lifted her breasts for Justin, offering up her nipples for the mean looking silver clamps he was holding. The sensitive buds were already smarting from their pinching and pulling, but she knew that would be nothing compared to the bite the clamps could bring.
She was right.
The metal bit into her skin, making her gasp and arch as her body reacted to the stinging pain. Bringing her hands up, she grabbed onto Justin’s wrists. That only lasted a second before he’d twisted his hands around, switching positions so he was holding onto her wrists. Which, of course, meant he’d let go of the clamps and the chain connecting them. It bounced down between her breasts, the cold metal glancing off of her skin, although she barely noticed in comparison to the increased pinch as the chain tugged on the clamps. Her ass clenched hard around the plug, sending a small tingle of pleasure through her, but it was miniscule compared to the sting in her nipples.
