Chapter Thirty

Serving drinks and absorbing the familiar sights and scents and sounds of the club kept Chicklet from looking over at the door every five seconds, but she couldn’t stop checking the time. She wasn’t used to waiting on her subs to join her, to doubting if they would even show up. She scowled as a couple of giggling young women who didn’t seem to belong to anyone sat at the bar, sloshing drinks she hadn’t served them all over the place.

Across from her, Raif stood and swiped the beer off his leather pants. The girls didn’t notice him until he was standing right behind them. Then they both went white and gaped up at him.

“Who are you here with?” His tone was deep and dark, and Chicklet smiled as the girls cowered and pointed at a man standing in a crowd near the area where Bower doing an electro play scene with Silver. Chicklet didn’t recognize the man from the back, but Raif clearly did. “White!”

White came over, looking confused. “What?”

“These are your subs?” Raif said “subs” like he sincerely doubted the word could apply to the bimbos.

And White shook his head. “They kinda followed me in. No one’s watching the door.”

Bad. Very fucking bad. Chicklet slammed her beer-soaked rag against the bar and went over to the employee list on the wall to see who was security for the night. If it was Cam, she’d kill him. Lucky for him it was a new guy that Dean had hired from a local agency. Cort had been on staff for a while, but he’d had to be replaced when he started guarding Pearce’s family.

Which left them with no one since the agency guy had flaked out. They were also a Dungeon Monitor short since Pearce’s healing was more important than his taking his shift.

Chicklet groaned as Raif came to her side. “This is messed up. If we don’t have someone at the door, I’m going to have to close the place for the night. We can’t have random bunnies slipping in, already fucking drunk, disturbing the members.”

“This is when you say, ‘I need your help, Raif.’” Raif kissed her cheek, which made her want to smack him. Cocky bastard. He chuckled when she pushed him away. “We’ll put White on the door. He can remove his…fans.”

“Okay, that could work.” She gave White a doubtful look. “If caveman can understand club rules. Do you speak stupid?”

“He’s not stupid. I know you’re impatient to see Tyler, but don’t be a bitch. It doesn’t suit you.” Raif smacked her ass, then went over, probably to explain the situation to White. Hopefully in dummy terms. If Raif wasn’t being so helpful, she’d consider dismemberment for his forwardness, but people were lining up at the bar and she still needed to get another dungeon monitor out there.

She hurried to fulfill all the drink orders and took stock of the players and regulars. Sloan had just finished a scene with Oriana, and had left her cuddled up on a couch with Perron to grab a bottle of water from behind the bar. He hadn’t been on the list of DMs lately, but he’d done the job in the past.

The only problem was she wasn’t sure how he’d react to her asking him. She respected him having Tyler’s back, even against her, but their friendship had become strained at best.

Fuck it. The worst he could say was no. If he wanted to be a dick, they could hash things out here and now, no skin off her back. Maybe a few chunks of flesh off his if he wasn’t careful.

“Sloan!” She rested her forearms on the bar as Sloan looked over his shoulder at her. “We only have one DM on the floor for the first shift tonight since you and Shero told Pearce to rest. Can you put in a couple hours until Pischlar gets here?”

“Yeah, I can do that. But who’s going to man the bar?” Sloan’s lips curved in a sly smile as he jutted his chin at the entrance. “You’re going to be busy.”

Chicklet’s throat locked as she followed his gaze to see Tyler standing at coat check. With Laura at his side. She’d been prepared to speak to them both, but they weren’t dressed like they were here for a conversation. Tyler left his jacket—and his pants—behind, revealing snug black boxer briefs and a leather harness crossing his chest. Laura was wearing a black fishnet dress with nothing but a black thong underneath.

Both of them were mouthwatering, but it was the way Tyler held Laura’s arm as they moved through the crowd that floored Chicklet. In all the times they’d come here together, her subs had never given off the impression that they were together. Doms requested Laura for play because they knew Chicklet enjoyed sharing, but the questions about Tyler were usually bolder. As in “When you’re done with him, can I…?”

No one ever wondered if Tyler would object to them playing with Laura. And that included Chicklet. Seeing them now, she had a feeling things were going to change.

“I’ll call Ford.” Sloan patted Chicklet’s hand. “Go to them. It’s still early—there aren’t enough people to need two DMs yet. Dominik can keep an eye on things for a bit longer.”

She nodded and made her way toward them. Took note of the way Laura’s fingers dug into Tyler’s arm as she approached. The way Tyler stood just a little taller as he looked at Chicklet, then past her. Chicklet could sense Raif behind her. And even though she knew she could handle her subs on her own, she was grateful for his support. Things had taken a turn for the worst because she’d gotten too comfortable. Maybe even complacent. He could help her make sure that never happened again.

Tyler stopped with Laura, a few feet in front of Chicklet and Raif. There was nothing submissive in his stance or his tone. “We’re here to negotiate.”

Chicklet blinked at him, not sure what to make of his using the word “negotiate” instead of talk. Couldn’t be a bad thing, could it? He wouldn’t have anything to negotiate if he wasn’t coming back to her. She nodded and held her hand out. “The office and the kennel are still empty. We’ll have some privacy until the place fills up.”

Lips curving slightly, Tyler moved his arm from where it was hooked with Laura’s and slid it around her waist. “The kennel will do.”

Interesting choice. Chicklet led the way, standing in the doorway after Laura and Tyler passed, and she realized Raif hadn’t come with them. He showed up after a couple minutes with both their toy bags. She blocked the door. “Presumptuous much?”

“Not at all.” Raif slid his cheek along hers and whispered in her ear, “I prefer to be prepared. Makeup sex is the sign of a healthy relationship. If I’m not mistaken, that is exactly what they want.”

Okay, he had a point, but she didn’t want to assume anything. “Makeup sex doesn’t require props.”

“Then you haven’t been doing it right, my love.” He kissed her neck and sidled past her, dropping the bag with a thunk. He put his hands on his hips and waited for her to join him, observing their subs who’d both taken a seat on the raw wood bench set in front of the line of cages and horse stalls. “We will hear your terms, boy.”

After giving Laura a one-armed hug, Tyler rose to his feet and cleared his throat. “We all know what went wrong…I think. Communication was kinda nonexistent. We’ve got to work on that. But first we need to put all this shit behind us. Laura needs to be punished.”

Chicklet’s eyes narrowed. She realized she was mirroring Raif’s stance, but if she didn’t put her hands on her hips she was going to grab Tyler and shake him. Who the hell did he think he was? “That’s not your decision to make, boy.”

“Really? Okay, how about you ask her? Or do we not get to discuss this? I came here to work things out, but if you won’t consider my suggestions—”

Laura latched on to Tyler’s forearm, blinking fast, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. “We don’t want to force you to do anything, but this is what we desperately need.” She dropped to her knees. “Please, Mistress. Make it harsh, make it real, but please give me a way to make this right.”

“Do you know what you’re asking, Ty?” Raif drew in a sharp inhale at Chicklet’s side. “If we agree to punish her, we all put this behind us. Is that enough for you? You can’t expect her to submit to a punishment and then bring it up again. That would not be fair.”

“I know how this works. I want this behind us. Talking isn’t going to fix anything. We all know what the problem was.” Tyler fisted his hands at his sides. “I’m not saying any of this right, but I’m trying. Laura and I have discussed everything. I’m not happy with how either of you handled this, but that’s why a punishment works. Giving one isn’t fun for you either. But once it’s done…”

Pressing her eyes shut, Chicklet nodded. Damn it, she hated this, but she finally understood what Tyler was getting at. Simplify everything. Give them all a clean slate. And she was well aware that a spanking wouldn’t be enough.

She would do what needed to be done, but only once she was sure Laura truly understood how harsh the punishment would have to be to satisfy them all. “The cane is the only thing that would suffice. I know you hate it, Laura, and I’ve never given you more than one or two lashes with it, but… Damn it, I would give you ten for disrespecting another Dom in the club, which you’ve never done. Fifteen if you swore at me.”

“I lied to you, Mistress.” Laura clasped her hands on her lap, keeping her eyes down. “I went behind your back and hurt the man we both love.”

Damn it! The number would just keep going up. She was really liking Raif’s idea of makeup sex about now, but they couldn’t just skip to the fun stuff. “I refuse to give you more than twenty.”

“Thank you, Mistress.” Laura let out a sob as Tyler knelt beside her.

Which confused Chicklet until Tyler spoke. “May I share the punishment with Laura, Mistress?”

“What? No!” Chicklet glanced over at Raif who was frowning at Tyler’s bowed head. “You didn’t do anything wrong!”

“I’ve done a lot wrong, Mistress, but the point is we need to form some kind of unity for this relationship to work. Laura and I will submit to you and Raif. Together, you’ll decide what you want from us.” Tyler lifted his head, his pain-filled gaze showing how desperate he was for her to understand. “And there has to be an ‘us.’ There will be times when only one of us deserves to be punished, but I need to share this with her. Please.”

This was all kinds of messed up. Chicklet paced away from her kneeling subs, taking stock of the whips, canes, and floggers set up on racks along one wall. She rarely used toys provided by the club, but she hadn’t thought to bring her own cane. A gleaming aluminum rod drew her attention, but those were more fun with an electric charge. The thick bamboo cane… No, she preferred using those for sensual impact play. If she was going to be serious about this punishment—there was really no other way—she’d go with the Lexan cane. Virtually no risk of breaking…

Am I really going to do this? She lifted the cane and weighed it in her hand as she returned to stand in front of Laura and Tyler. Tyler didn’t enjoy pain play, so he didn’t look too concerned when he saw the cane because he had little experience with them. Laura, however, swallowed hard.

“Safe word, Laura. I’m not fucking around with this. I get it, I really do, but you know this is not going to be pleasant for any of us.” Chicklet held the braided leather handle loosely and tapped the long, thin rod against her leather clad thigh. “We can find another way.”

“I won’t safe word, Mistress.” There were still tears in Laura’s eyes, but her soft tone held resolve. “I’m aware it won’t be pleasant, and I’m so sorry, but…I’m begging you to let me make this right.”

Chicklet nodded, tucking away her emotions so they wouldn’t interfere with her focus or form. She held out her hand to the door of one of the horse stalls. “Strip and put your hands on the ledge of the door. Arms straight, feet shoulder-width apart, ass out.”

Trembling, Laura rose with poise, removing her dress with the same sensual grace she always showed. Her posture was perfect as she positioned herself as instructed. The dim light in the room glowed on her pale flesh, and Chicklet couldn’t resist running her hand down Laura’s back, over the beautiful swell of her butt. There wasn’t a mark on Laura’s skin, and part of Chicklet was eager to see the red marks that would line her ass and thighs. But the sadistic urge was dampened by the knowledge that there would be no pleasure.

Taking her stance by Laura’s hip, Chicklet held the cane in a relaxed grip and looked down at her sweet girl, seeing her clearly for the first time in weeks. For too long, all Chicklet had seen when she looked at Laura was the manipulative, deceptive woman she’d become. But that woman wouldn’t be here now, accepting pain in return for her mistakes.

As much as she hated this, she couldn’t deny that the punishment would bring the woman she loved back to her. Would erase the suspicion and resentment. Chicklet squared her shoulders. “Tell me why you are being disciplined, my love.”

Letting out a shaky breath, Laura whispered, “I tried to tear apart your household, Mistress. I lied, I schemed, and I hurt you and Tyler for my own selfish desires. I attempted to use Master Raif to destroy our family. I’m disgusted with myself for—”

“None of that. You’re here, willing to pay for your actions.” Chicklet felt herself become more at ease with the whole situation as she prepared to dole out the first strike. “You’ve begged me to punish you, and I shall. But once this is done, we will all move on. Together.”

“That is what I need, Mistress. Thank you.”

Inclining her head, Chicklet lifted the cane. “You’re welcome, pet. Now count for me.”

The cane went down smoothly, leaving a long red welt across the center of Laura’s ass. Laura’s whole body jerked. “One.”

Over and over, Chicklet struck Laura. She reached five before the tears came, almost blinding her. She blinked them back, forcing herself to remain in control of her emotions even though all she wanted to do was drop the cane and pull Laura into her arms. But until she finished, Laura had no reason to believe her, because Chicklet had lied as well. Yet, her greatest sin was being blind to what was happening right in front of her, for letting things deteriorate almost beyond saving.

She wouldn’t let herself stop, no matter how much Laura’s quiet sobs ripped into her chest like a twisted talon clawing at her heart. The relief of hearing “Ten” stole the last of her strength. She dropped the cane and helped Laura straighten. Hugged her and kissed away her tears, relieved to have finally reached the point where she could tend to her beautiful, strong girl rather than hurt her.

Raif had spread a blanket on the floor ,and he took Laura’s other hand as she moved gingerly to it to lie down. He passed Chicklet a tube of arnica lotion. Petted Laura’s hair as Chicklet spread the lotion over the welts, then helped her up enough to take a few sips from the bottle of water he held.

A few feet away, Tyler still knelt in the same place, though he was rubbing his knuckles on his thighs and whispering softly to himself. He seemed nervous, and Chicklet couldn’t think of why until she remembered…Laura had taken only half of the punishment.

Tyler was preparing to take the rest.

“I can’t do it.” Chicklet stared down at the harsh red lines on Laura’s skin, shiny from the lotion, lovely, but somehow so wrong because neither of them had enjoyed a second of putting the marks there. Which made sense, since discipline wasn’t about pleasure. To do this again though, to her boy who could be so tough, but had such a low tolerance for pain? She shook her head. “I’m sorry, my angel. I love you and I know you need this, but I can’t.”

Bowing his head, Tyler nodded. “It’s all right.”

No, it wasn’t. Chicklet pressed her eyes shut, frustrated with herself for being so fucking weak. Tyler had come here with only one goal in mind. To bring their family back together, to show what they had was worth fighting for, even if they all had to suffer a little to find solid ground to stand on. If he couldn’t participate in the punishment, he’d always feel like he hadn’t been fully involved in making things right.

Raif put his hand on Chicklet’s shoulder. Met her eyes as he spoke. “They are your subs, Chicklet. I have not been with you long, but you’ve welcomed me into your household. You’ve trusted me to care for them, respected my opinion in how to handle this whole situation. I am as much to blame as any of you for what happened.” His lips thinned. He clearly wasn’t liking the idea any more than she had, but he shared her reasons for wanting to see this through. “I was here when this began. Let me finish it.”

Seeing someone else punishing Tyler wouldn’t be much easier than doing it herself, but Raif was right. She’d wanted to hit him when he’d teased her about asking for help, and yet…knowing when to do so took more strength than fumbling around on her own.

“Come here, angel.” Chicklet stroked Laura’s back as Tyler crawled to her, doing her best to split her attention between them. She pressed her free hand against Tyler’s cheek and kissed him, loving the way he opened to her, letting her taste him, holding nothing back as he responded to the pressure of her lips. She sucked on his bottom lip, clenching her thighs as she considered all the things she’d rather be doing with him. “I’m accepting him because you love him. Know that when he punishes you, he is acting on my behalf. The situation will likely be reversed in the future. If this works out like I’m hoping it will, we will be four parts of a whole.”

“That’s pretty fucking awesome.” Tyler smiled against her lips. “Does the same go for when he’s fucking you, Mistress? Do I get some credit?”

“Brat.” Chicklet laughed and gave Tyler a little shove. “Go on, make me proud, boy.”

Raif motioned for Tyler to stand and strode right up to him, fisting his hands in Tyler’s hair and holding him still to give him a rough, openmouthed kiss. Seeing them together would never get old. Chicklet wet her lips, tempted to go over and force Tyler to his knees again. Have him suck off Raif while she kissed the powerful Dom. Once Laura was hurting a bit less, she could join them, take Tyler in her mouth or use her clever tongue on Chicklet’s pussy to ease some of the needy ache building within.

But they weren’t done with the unpleasant stuff yet. So Chicklet stayed where she was and smiled as Raif finally broke the kiss and let Tyler gasp in air.

“Wait here for me. I must speak to someone to avoid interruptions. The other players may object to my beating you with a game to play tomorrow.” Raif ran his thumb over Tyler’s bottom lip. Left the room, returning shortly after with Sloan.

Who was smiling. The twisted fuck.

Sloan rubbed his chin and circled Tyler. “So long as you spread them out, I think he’ll be fine.” He glanced over at Chicklet. “I could show you how it’s done.”

Tyler paled and Raif stepped between Tyler and Sloan, appearing dangerously homicidal. Damn sexy look for him. Chicklet smirked. “Thank you, Sloan, but we’ve got this covered.”

“Fair enough.” Sloan’s tone became serious. “I’ll keep the guys away from this area, but I can’t make any promises if he starts screaming. Thankfully Carter and Demyan aren’t here, but most of the men would kill for this kid.” He gave Raif a level look. “Myself included. I wouldn’t let this happen if she didn’t trust you. Don’t make either of us regret it.”

Chicklet wasn’t sure if she loved or hated Sloan more at this moment. Raif simply nodded and turned all his attention to Tyler, rubbing Tyler’s arms until Tyler looked less ready to pass out. Sloan hesitated by the door and caught Chicklet’s eye. And reminded her with his questioning gaze why she really did love him. He wasn’t trying to be an asshole. In his own way, he was making sure she knew what she was doing. He held her gaze until she nodded and mouthed one word.

“Yes.”

* * * *

The only reason Tyler was able to stay on his feet was because Raif never stopped touching him. And Chicklet kept her eyes on him, lending him her strength. He didn’t move as Raif removed his leather harness. Held his breath as Raif pulled down his boxer briefs. After stepping out of them, Tyler snatched them off the floor, folding them and placing them on the wood bench, biting his lip when Raif smiled at him in approval. The simple act put everything into perspective. He might not have been part of all the lies and fucked up games, but he wasn’t innocent. He could have tried harder.

And now he would. He needed to feel the pain Laura was feeling so the bond they were building would be unbreakable. When this was all over she’d remember how he’d stood by her. That his love was unconditional and he was willing to prove it.

“Clasp your hands behind your neck, zlato moje.” Raif put his hand at the base of Tyler’s neck in a comforting gesture as Tyler followed his instructions. “Round your shoulders a little. I will take care in this area, but you have enough muscles to protect your bones. Four here, three on your ass, and three on your thighs. Do not forget, you can still say red if you cannot take it anymore.”

“I know, but I can take it.” Tyler thought he sounded brave, but he wasn’t feeling as sure as he sounded. Laura could deal with a lot of pain, and she didn’t look ready to move anytime soon. He couldn’t tell what scared him more. The pain or that he’d humiliate himself by crying and begging Raif to stop. But maybe he could remove the option. “You’ll only stop if I say red?”

Raif cursed under his breath. “Ty, you can’t ask me to—”

“Please! I’ll try not to, but I need this and I don’t know what will come out of my mouth if… Damn it, Raif, that’s the whole point of a safe word!” Okay, he wasn’t helping his case by shouting at the man he desperately needed to be in control. “I trust you, Master. I’m begging you not to let me fail.”

Squeezing Tyler’s shoulder, Raif nodded. “You won’t fail. Vidim pravu tebe. I see the real you, my boy. Find your strength.”

Muscles tensing as Raif moved to his side, Tyler waited for the first strike of the cane. He heard it cut through the air, then the white-hot pain as the rod connected with his skin. The pain spread across the top of his shoulders like a blazing-red knife had sliced open his flesh.

He inhaled. Exhaled. Struggled against the urge to throw himself out of harm’s way. “One.”

The next three hits were easier, he knew what was coming and managed to distance himself from the pain. But when the cane struck his ass, his whole body jerked. He grunted and his sweaty palms slipped on the back of his neck. He barely managed “Five” before the next came. Another. And another.

He lowered his head, his legs shaking, and reached out for something to hold on to. “Wait!”

Nothing. Then fire across the top of his thighs. He choked out a number as he latched on to the same stall door Laura had. Thinking of her got him through the next stinging blow.

I can’t do this anymore. I tried, I tried but—

He heard the cane coming down and twisted his body out of reach. “Stop!”

“One more, my love,” Chicklet said softly from somewhere to his left.

And he knew that, but he was pathetic and he should have known he would fuck this up. He always fucked up. That’s why they were in this mess.

“Hold on to the door, Ty.” Raif’s tone was firm, and Tyler responded automatically to the command. He stiffened as Raif took a firm hold on the back of his neck. “I won’t let you fail.”

The pain spread with the last strike, causing heat to rise from Tyler’s thighs, all the way up to his shoulders. He let himself drop to his knees and gritted his teeth to keep from crying out. Fuck, he wanted the pain to stop. It hurt so bad, but as the pain grew, he realized the agony wasn’t just from the welts on his skin. Inside, he was torn up and bleeding, as though a fresh scab had been ripped off.

He heard Raif speaking softly. Took his hand and got up to lean on him. They reached the blanket and Chicklet kissed him. Water wet his lips. Once he was face down on the ground, the soothing lotion was spread gently over his burning flesh.

A small hand covered his. He opened his eyes and looked into Laura’s. She whispered, “Thank you.”

And he smiled back, feeling like that open wound had just been covered with a fresh bandage after being cleansed. No longer festering, but ready to heal.

“Anytime.” He groaned as soft fingers spread more lotion, feeling good and hurting all at once. “Okay, maybe not for a little while. I love you, Laura, and I’ll do anything for you. But I’m not sure I can survive much more of this.”

* * * *

They took their time with aftercare, but Raif wasn’t quite comfortable with what he’d done until Tyler stopped letting out muffled sounds of pain. A girlish giggle from Laura as Tyler sucked her fingers proved both had recovered quite well. And better yet, they were in a good place together.

Perfect for a scene he’d planned, but had almost given up on when the situation had begun to look hopeless. He went to his toy bag and took out two leather headbands, both sporting animal ears. One was white and pink. The other black with large floppy ears. There hadn’t been many options at the sex shop, but if the scene turned out well, he would have a pair custom-made for each sub.

Chicklet, who was reclined on her elbows next to Laura, grinned when he held up the headbands. “This is something we haven’t tried together.”

Laura rolled over, wincing as she put pressure on her butt, then wrinkled her nose. “Those look like cat ears. I make a very good puppy, Master.”

“You sound like a sulky little girl right now, pet. I’m sure you would have no trouble coming to heel at our command, but to be a convincing kitten you’ll have to be a little naughty.” Raif bent down to put the white kitten ears on her. “I look forward to making you purr.”

Tyler didn’t protest when Raif put the dog ears on him, but he appeared confused. “So…how does this work? If she’s a naughty kitten, I’m what? A good dog?”

Both Raif and Chicklet chuckled at that. Raif shook his head as he toyed with one floppy ear. “A playful puppy, Ty. Which should not be difficult. Eventually we may decide to delve deeper into the roleplaying, but tonight simply have fun with it. Puppies and kittens are usually more tolerant of one another than full-grown dogs and cats. Fitting for our fresh start, don’t you think?”

“I guess…” Tyler pushed up to his hands and knees, glancing over at Laura as though to say, “Are we seriously doing this?”

With a shrug, Laura bumped into his side and crawled away from him, her body moving in a convincingly feline sway. Raif sat next to Chicklet with his knees slightly bent, pleased when Tyler made an effort to follow Laura’s lead, bounding after her with an exaggerated “Woof!”

Turning on him, Laura nipped his shoulder, then rubbed against his side. She slipped out of reach when he tried to kiss her. Bit his side as he clumsily trailed after her in a tight circle. At the next nip, he laughed and rose up on his knees to pull her hair and lick her cheek. Laura hissed at him.

“Hey!” Chicklet was clearly trying not to laugh. “Puppies cannot pull hair. Behave, boy.”

Dropping back onto all fours, Tyler nodded. Sat on his haunches as he observed Laura delicately cleaning her face with the back of her hand. He cocked his head, a wicked smile spreading across his lips as he lunged into her, knocking her onto her back. Laura squealed in a very unkitten-like way as he licked and kissed all over her face.

“They’re not doing too bad.” Chicklet remarked, leaning over Raif to undo the buttons of his shirt. “How long do we let them keep going before we join them?”

Raif gave Chicklet a hooded look as she ran her fingers down his chest. She seemed more relaxed than she’d been in days. She had her subs back, and she appeared determined to keep him, as well. He dropped his head back as her lips followed her fingers all the way down to his belt.

“Once we decided they’ve played enough and should act like well-behaved pets and please their Masters.” His muscles tensed as she undid his leather pants and pulled out his fully erect cock. “I’ll leave the licking and biting to them.”

“Well, that’s a shame.” She kissed the head of his cock and pushed away from him. “I’d planned to do some licking and biting of my own.”

“Evil woman.” Raif quickly rose to his knees as she stood, bringing her to him with his hands on her ass. He watched her face as he caught the zipper to her snug fitting leather pants, tugging it down even as she tangled her fingers in his hair. “I seem to recall offering to beg for a taste of you.”

“Is that what you’re doing, Raif?” Chicklet put a hand on his shoulder to keep her balance as he removed her calf-high boots, then her pants. She tightened her grip on his hair as he brought her foot up to his other shoulder.

He kissed the top of her mound, pushing against her ass and drawing her pussy closer to his face. “Mmm, I’m on my knees for you, woman. Would you prefer I beg or make you come with my tongue deep in your beautiful cunt?”

“Fuck, you say the sweetest things.” Both hands in his hair, Chicklet moaned as he licked along her slit and flicked his tongue over her swelling clit. Her body shook as he thrust his tongue into her. She tugged at his hair, making breathless sounds as he gently used his teeth on her clit. She’d already been close before he’d even put his mouth on her—she hadn’t been interested in sex at all when Tyler and Laura had left her—and he knew it wouldn’t take long to give her a satisfying orgasm.

But he wasn’t without his own cruel streak. He patted her ass, then brought his hands up to pry her fingers from his hair before he stood. “We really shouldn’t neglect our pets.”

“Asshole!” She smacked his chest. “What the fuck was that?”

He smirked and moved in to kiss her, knowing he may be risking life and limb. Or the tip of his tongue as he slid it past her lips. But the risk was half the fun of being with a woman like Chicklet. He caught her wrist before she could close her hand around his balls. And smiled against her mouth. “Revenge.”

* * * *

Laura moaned as Tyler sucked her nipple into his mouth. For a second she forgot she was supposed to have paws instead of hands and curved them around his shoulders to bring him closer. He released her nipple and made a low sound of pain. She looked over at his arm, really seeing his new tattoo for the first time. She’d noticed it before the punishment, but hadn’t thought too much about it. Now, the implication of what he’d chosen to put on his body struck her like a white-hot arrow targeted straight at her heart.

“Tyler, why would you—”

He put his hand over her mouth and glanced at his shoulder. “After. I’m enjoying this game. No talking.”

Laura rolled her eyes, scooting away from him before he could take the advantage again by sucking on her sensitive nipples. He might train harder than she did, might be younger, but on hands and knees he moved like a puppy who hadn’t grown into his big feet yet. He stumbled as she rolled. But the roll slowed her with the rough floor scraping over her welts. She managed to crawl a few feet, but a pair of big, leather-clad legs blocked her escape.

Raif bent down to one knee and put a finger under her chin. “Are you ready to play with your Master, kitten?”

His dick was already out, and her mouth watered as she nodded. She didn’t care that he wasn’t a woman and this wasn’t for her Mistress’s pleasure. All she knew was what she could give him. What she needed him to give her. She whimpered as she felt Tyler’s tongue against her, thrusting in, stroking her wet folds. She bowed her head as Raif stood and went behind her. Tyler’s tongue left her and she glanced over her shoulder to see Raif on his knees, fucking Tyler’s mouth.

Chicklet joined them, smiling at Laura as she trailed a nail over the welts on Laura’s ass. Her smile grew as Laura shivered at the sharp pain. “Still so sensitive. It may hurt a little when he’s ramming into you, my girl.”

In Chicklet’s other hand was her strap-on and a large and small dildo. And two condoms, one of which she offered Raif. He gave it to Tyler, who rolled it over his dick before taking Raif back into his mouth.

Laying a solid smack on Tyler’s ass, Chicklet held out the smaller dildo. “I’m feeling neglected, pup.”

Tyler had seen Chicklet use the strap-on with Laura, so he didn’t waste any time before sliding the dildo deep into Chicklet’s cunt. He helped her with the straps, his hands shaking a little as he positioned the large dildo. Chicklet patted his cheek and spoke softly to him.

“On your elbows, kitten.” Raif curved his hands over Laura’s abused ass, spreading the pulsing flames mercilessly as she lowered to her elbows. He slipped his dick through the juices spilling from her pussy. “Tell me if I hurt you.”

He drove in hard and Laura’s back bowed as the shock of pain and pleasure slammed into her. She clawed at the floor as he pistoned in and out, his hips striking her sore ass with every thrust. He leaned over her, reached down to pinch her clit between his fingers.

Faster, harder, the sounds of her low cries and flesh slapping flesh filling the room. She moved with him, trying to give him the pleasure he was giving her, but he only drove in harder and jerked her head back with her hair wrapped around his fist.

“I will take what I want from you, kitten. No more, no less.” He continued to fuck her, only slowing as she clenched down, hovering at the edge of an overwhelming orgasm. “Not yet. Hold back for me, girl. Yes, very good. Like that.”

He pulled out, then teased her with shallow thrusts until she whimpered, panted, and finally, begged. “Please, Master. Please let me come.”

“Since you ask so sweetly.” He bent down and kissed between her shoulders, hardly moving at all. “You may.”

Feeling so little of him inside her, desperate for so much, Laura teetered on the brink, unable to slip over. Almost as though he’d offered her the chance to fly, but was holding her back. He brought his hands to her hips, and she sensed the moment he truly released her. He thrust in and she soared, not going down, but riding turbulent currents that whipped her up toward the blazing hot sun. She screamed and clenched down as the heat swallowed her whole.

The last few thrusts made her feel almost unbearably tender, but Raif’s low growl of pleasure as he came was the only thing that truly sated her. She held still as he withdrew, then went willingly into his arms, rubbing her cheek against his bare chest and purring.

He tipped her face up, kissing her even as he rested back against the closed door of a horse stall. “Sweet little kitten. I enjoy you much more like this.”

She laid her head on his shoulder. “No more ‘little mouse.’”

Grinning, he flicked one of the cat ears on top of her head. “We shall see, though it would be difficult to take any scene seriously with you wearing Mickey Mouse ears.”

“Yeah, not sure I’m up to that yet.”

“You’d make a pretty pony.” Raif looked around the room as though already planning the next time they’d play here. “We were all too eager for one another to truly appreciate our surroundings, but in the future—”

“Mmm, I like the sound of that.” She snickered as Raif cocked his head at a loud groan from Tyler, who Chicklet must have taken into one of the other horse stalls. “Not tha…well, that too, but what you said.”

“You didn’t let me finish, pet.”

“You said enough to make me very happy.” Laura closed her eyes, soaking in the leather scent and spicy cologne that clung to Raif. His warmth, the strength in the arms around her. And the voices of the man and woman she loved so near. She still couldn’t say for sure what her feelings for Raif were, but she could easily see them becoming more. “We have a future.”