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  Amy could swear she felt the pinching of her nipples as if they had clamps on them now. They were going to lead her through the club that way? Her heart started to race and her palms began to perspire. Chad painted an image as well as Alec’s talented fingers could on a canvas, or in this case, her. How was she going to make it through the day? Would they allow her relief right now?

  “Is there a problem with your voice today, angel?”

  Oh, shit, she thought. She’d been supposed to answer, but had been so caught up in his description that she’d forgotten. He was right, she was going to have to pay close attention to them tonight if she didn’t want to be too uncomfortable. Her nipples throbbed at the thought.

  “Yes, Master, that excites me,” Amy replied, looking over at Alec. Hadn’t he wanted to taste her? She wasn’t sure how much longer she could last. “I will pay very close attention tonight, Master.”

  “We shall see.” Chad moved deeper into the room, coming to a stop in front of her mirrored dresser and leaning against it. He was dressed in his usual business suit, minus the jacket. His tie was a tad bit loose, but she knew he’d fix that before they left the apartment for the day. “Your Master is waiting for you. He’d like his breakfast served to him.”

  Amy couldn’t prevent her eyes from widening, bouncing her gaze off of both men. Did he want her to sit on Alec’s face? She’d never done that and wasn’t sure how comfortable she was with the idea. It just seemed so...naughty.

  “Hmmm, hesitation. I thought you and Alec had a long conversation about that. I can see we’re going to have to apply what James proposed. Do you remember what that is, angel?”

  Was he talking about using the cane as discipline? And why did that excite her more than scare her? As Chad raised an eyebrow, while patiently bringing up his fingers to check and see if his cuff link was secure, Amy realized she was still standing in her spot. Damn it! She slowly walked to the end of the bed and awkwardly climbed on top of the mattress until she was kneeling next to Alec, looking at him and hoping that he would help her out by telling her what to do.

  “Straddle me, Amy.” Although he answered her, Alec didn’t move from position. Using her hands to hold her steady, Amy lifted her right leg and with shaking thighs, she managed to position her knee on the other side of his head. She couldn’t bring herself to lower her pussy. “Take your hands off of the bed and clasp your fingers behind your neck. Rise up on your knees.”

  Amy followed his instructions, yet felt a little bit faint. She couldn’t control the rate of her heartbeat. She looked down at him, waiting for those dreaded words. If she didn’t want to do this, then why was her body responding with such heated inclination? She felt a little humiliated by the amount of moisture running down the inside of her legs.

  “Now lower yourself and let me see how sweet you taste.”

  This was it. Amy was going to faint and disgrace herself when she literally fell on top of him. The muscles in her legs were shaking like they did after she had an orgasm. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, Amy slowly spread out her legs until she felt his breath on her lips. She thought she might come from that alone.

  “Lower, Amy.”

  “Ah!” Amy exclaimed as his tongue traveled from her entrance, through her folds, and up to her swollen clit. She felt herself flush at the thought of how much of her juices he’d gotten on his tongue.

  “Now that Alec is having his breakfast, we need to go over the new ground rules.”

  Chad was still there, watching her being eaten by Alec. Her entire body felt like it had been singed. How could he possibly expect her to hear him and pay attention when Alec was doing something wonderful with his tongue? Was he suckling her like a Popsicle? She lifted up slightly when she felt his teeth graze her sensitive flesh.

  “One, and this is nothing new, but I thought it should be reiterated because of what you just did. When you are placed into a position, you are not permitted to move unless we direct you. Now lower yourself and do not move. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Master,” Amy replied, biting her lip as she lowered her pussy again. The pleasure seemed almost painful, yet they wanted her to take what they gave her. She could do this, she thought, tensing her muscles when Alec extended her clit by sucking the nub farther into his mouth. “I won’t move, Sir.”

  “Two, when we are at the club tonight, we expect proper behavior. This includes keeping your eyes downcast, your hands behind you and resting on your lower back, and paying attention to our needs. We expect you to keep your attention on us. We may and may not scene this evening, as we will play it by ear. We may leave it up to you, well, your body, that is. We’ll be checking your pussy to see how wet you are. Your body never lies, so the more juices that we feel in your folds will tell us if you’re enjoying yourself.”

  Amy was pretty sure she could hear the ocean, as blood rushed through her ears, seemingly intent on reaching her pussy. Chad’s words sounded muffled, yet the more he spoke of this evening, the more aroused she became. Alec had now sealed his lips around her clit and was keeping a steady suckling going. If he didn’t stop soon, she was going to come.

  “Three, you are not allowed to come unless we give you permission.”

  He hadn’t just said that, had he? Amy felt her muscles tighten even more, trying to keep her orgasm at bay. She would have given anything to move, to shift, or relocate her pussy, because Amy knew she was about to break rule number three. She gasped in surprise when Alec moved beneath her, but it was only to shift his hands. She felt his fingers caress her buttocks, the heat mingling with the warmth of his mouth to make her feel as if he was adding kindling to the fire.

  “And now we need to discuss your infractions that you seem to feel you can get away with. I know last week, with me having to go into the gallery and Alec still working at night to get his pieces done for his showing, we’ve been neglecting your discipline. But as James pointed out to Alec, there is an easy solution. At the end of each day, you will confess your transgressions. For each admission, you will receive one stroke of my cane. And if I’m not mistaken, I asked you what implement James had been referring to and you didn’t answer me.”

  Amy would have come from just his words, but Alec chose that moment to place a finger on her anus. Involuntarily, she moved, having been surprised by the action. Her clit slipped out from between Alec’s lips. She quickly placed herself back into position, but knew that Chad had caught her disobedience.

  Having to keep herself upright like this, opening herself up to receiving the pleasure that Alec was giving, it seemed as if she was spiraling out of control. Isn’t this what she wanted? She felt Alec run his finger through her juices before replacing the tip at her anus. Slowly, she felt him breach her sphincter at the same time, taking her clit into his mouth and sucking hard. At this rate, her clit was going to be so swollen, everyone would see it sticking out of her folds this evening.

  “I have the perfect nipple clamps for this evening,” Chad whispered in her ear, startling her as he had joined them on the bed. He was directly behind her, on his knees. He wrapped his hands around her, taking each nipple in between his fingers and pinching slightly. “You’ll make us proud, won’t you, angel?”

  Alec chose that moment to sink his finger deeper in her anus, setting off spasms that ripped through her pussy. Maybe if he’d been varying the speed in which he suckled her clit, she wouldn’t have come, but the steady rhythm only seemed to match the thrusting his finger was now doing.

  “Yeeessssss,” Amy screamed, answering Chad, yet savoring her orgasm because she knew she’d pay for it later.

  The number six kept flashing in front of her, and since Amy didn’t want to receive any additional strokes of Chad’s cane, she remained still as Alec and Chad kept her body suspended. She accepted every ripple, spasm, and contraction that traveled through her pussy as tiny dots of red and blue swam through her vision. Amy was pretty sure the only thing holding her up at the moment was Chad’s g
rip on her nipples.

  “I think you should take another shower, angel,” Chad murmured, nuzzling her neck. “We’ve got a busy day ahead of us.”

  * * * *

  “Amy said that you two talked yesterday.”

  “Cut me some slack, Chad.”

  They were both leaning against the far wall of the hospital room, where they’d spent that majority of the afternoon visiting with Ruby. The women’s group that Ruby belonged to had come and gone, and one would think she would be tired. Instead, she was sitting up in bed, looking her normal, happy self, chitchatting away with Amy.

  “See, there you go. You thought I was referring to the fact that you told Amy you couldn’t care for her the way she should be cared for, but that if she could be content with the way things are, all is good.”

  “Thanks for the long-assed recap, but what the hell else would you be referring to?” Alec asked irritably.

  “Your paintings. She said you only have the main piece left, but I thought that we were using the oil painting of those gold handcuffs dangling from the black and white bedpost.”

  Chad could tell that Alec instantly relaxed his shoulders upon the discussion of his passion. Ever since they’d signed the contract with Amy, he realized that he hadn’t given Alec time to really breathe and just enjoy her. Chad so wanted this time with Amy to turn into something more than a two-month contract, but he was pushing Alec too far. He needed to step back and hope like hell they could sort through Alec’s demons and destroy them one by one.

  “Inspiration hit me yesterday morning, as I was painting her corset,” Alec said, a real smile spreading over his face. Chad would have joked he needed sunglasses for how white his teeth were, but before he could get the words out, Alec continued. “Envision this. A round stage is set up in the middle of the gallery with a lone spotlight. Amy is standing there…”

  By the time Alec got through explaining his idea, Chad had already pulled his phone out and texted Amanda instructions on what they would need for Alec’s showing. This meant, of course, that Josh and Tyler wouldn’t be able to come, but Chad would think of something. He really didn’t think the three of them were ready to divulge their relationship to Amy’s brothers.

  “What about your supplies?”

  “I ordered them online this morning. We’ll have to put some sort of disclaimer out there in regards to an adult-only showing. And Ruby can’t come. I don’t feel comfortable with her seeing Amy like that.”

  “True. We’ll tell her the truth as to why though. It’s Josh and Tyler that we’ll have to come up with a damn good excuse as to why they can’t come.”

  “Fuck.”

  Amy caught their attention when she laughed at something Ruby said, her blonde hair falling into her eyes. She reached up and tucked the strands behind her ear, looking back at them with amusement. Ruby was definitely telling her stories about their misspent youth, although Alec had discreetly warned her not to say anything about Cara to Amy. Ruby agreed, although reluctantly. Chad was certain Ruby was making up for her censorship by sharing tales of their teenage years. Hearing her laugh was like music to his ears and he would do his damnedest to make sure she stayed that way.

  “We are so fucked,” Chad murmured, more to himself than Alec. She had totally bewitched them. Shit, maybe she was a witch instead of an angel.

  Alec laughed at his comment, this time catching Amy’s attention. Her head whipped back around and her eyes widened. She looked shocked, like she’d never seen Alec laugh before. Hell, maybe she hadn’t, now that Chad thought about it. It wasn’t as if Alec didn’t have a lighter side—he did, but having his inner sanctum invaded had made him a little tense lately. Amy must have liked what she saw, because when she caught him looking at her, she winked. What a little minx.

  * * * *

  She felt something touch the back of her hand. Amy turned back toward the bed to find that Ruby had placed her hand on top of hers. Today’s technology was amazing. Although Ruby complained about the wound in her groin where the catheter had been inserted, she looked beautiful. She’d taken the toiletries that Amy had brought and applied her make-up and spritzed her hair. The ladies all waved their hands when they arrived, gushing over how good Ruby looked. She basked in their adoration and Amy could tell she enjoyed all of the attention.

  “I have a favor to ask of you,” Ruby said.

  Amy suddenly felt uneasy, like she was about to let down the older woman. That was the last thing she wanted, but maybe what Ruby wanted to ask wasn’t such a big deal. Maybe she wanted Amy to run back to her house for something she forgot.

  “When Alec finally opens up to you about his past, don’t judge him. He has a very harsh opinion about himself that just isn’t true. You need to have an open mind.”

  So much for it being an easy favor. If only Amy knew what Ruby was talking about, it would make for a simpler situation, but Amy was relatively sure that Alec had warned her against it. It was hard to foresee how she would react to something that she knew nothing about, yet whatever Alec thought he’d done, it hadn’t been bad enough for Chad to cut him out of his life. It couldn’t be that bad.

  “I will try my best, Ruby,” Amy said softly, so that Chad and Alec didn’t overhear them. “But you’re assuming he’ll share his past with me.”

  “He will, dear,” Ruby said, patting the back of her hand. “You just have to wait him out.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Amy stood in the middle of Alec’s studio, exactly where he liked her to be. Only this time, he’d set up his easel and wasn’t kneeling in front of her. She also wasn’t facing his way, and was bent over at the waist with her legs together. Directly in front of her was a heavy, solid black square that she had no clue what it was made of, with handles in the middle. All she knew was that it didn’t move with her weight. Instead of being told to grab her ankles, Alec had her grip the black rubber to hold herself in place with her toes touching the square. She’d been this way for about an hour. It was going on eight o’clock in the evening and according to Chad, they were leaving the apartment around nine-thirty.

  “It looks too pure.”

  Amy had heard Chad’s footsteps from down the hall, so she wasn’t surprised when she heard his voice. What did have her on edge was the fact that she was relatively sure he had a certain implement with him and his words pretty much guaranteed it. In this position, her ass was his canvas and the throbbing in her core was all in favor. Why, then, couldn’t she wrap her mind around it?

  “I’m about ready,” Alec murmured, his faraway tone indicating he was deep in concentration. “I can finish the background tomorrow.”

  “One of Alec’s favorite things to paint is the aftereffects of a submissive having been disciplined. We both agree, and it was nice to have James point it out as well, that for you to progress as a submissive, discipline is a tool that must be utilized.” Chad’s voice got closer and it wasn’t long before he was squatting in front of her, with a long cane about a half-inch thick. “I love canes. I appreciate how they can take a submissive into subspace in a matter of minutes. I enjoy that they can be used for discipline, punishment, as well as pleasure. Caning is not meant for beginners, but in my opinion, can be used for discipline if wielded properly. Which brings us to your daily infractions.”

  Amy tightened her fingers on the handlebars, her breathing a little shallow as he spoke of pain, pleasure, and discipline. She’d witnessed countless scenes at the club, always wishing it were her bound to the St. Andrew’s Cross or strapped onto a spanking bench instead of the other submissives. Now, here she was, about to be disciplined and her body’s response was unmistakable. She craved it.

  “I’d like you to list them out for me, angel. This way, you know why you are receiving your stripes. By the way, Alec, the white collar you painted around her neck is stunning.”

  Amy had yet to see what the collar looked like, but as Alec hummed along with a song that only he heard, he’d seemed pleased with the r
esults. For how long it took him to paint it, it must be wide. The majority of the color was white, but then he’d used silver and black as well. She couldn’t wait to see it.

  “I was pleased,” Alec murmured, seemingly engrossed in what he was doing.

  “Angel, your list?” Chad asked.

  “I hesitated on an order, Master,” Amy whispered, having a hard time meeting his dark gaze. Admitting she disappointed them with her behavior was harder then she thought it would be. She finally dropped her gaze down to her hands, seeing her knuckles turn white from her grip. “I also didn’t answer you when you asked me a question, Master.”

  “Eyes on me,” Chad ordered. She immediately obeyed, and a tremor shot through her like lightning. “How many times did you not answer me?”

  “Um, twice? Master?”

  Amy struggled to think back on today, but it was very hard when he looked like all he wanted to do was consume her. She was all in for staying home and letting him have his way with her, but she knew that wasn’t going to happen. One of the things she loved about giving up total control was that she didn’t have to make decisions—they made them for her, with her best interests at heart. In the back of her mind, she knew if they had sex right now it would be wonderful, but if they took her to the club and executed a scene, her response to them would be that much stronger.

  “You tell me.”

  “It was twice, Master, along with me moving out of position.” Amy watched as Chad stroked the cane, his large fingers gliding up and down the shaft as if he were caressing her. The rattan looked to be smooth, yet she knew it would feel anything but as it landed on her ass. “And there was a sixth, Master.”

  “Yes, there was,” Chad replied in agreement.