Chapter Three #2
“Any medical issues we need to know about?” Ry asked.
“No.”
“Good.” Ry leaned back. “There is something else we need to cover. Protocols.”
“One of our required protocols is you will be on time,” Jed said.
“I figured that one out.” Katie squirmed.
“The next protocol involves the dungeon,” Ry said.
“Dungeon? You have a dungeon?” How hard into play were these two?
Okay, she’d heard the rumors as a teenager about how Ry’s parents and Jed’s father lived together, but never really believe it.
When Ry and Jed came to her the day after her eighteenth birthday and told her what they wanted, after their one—and only—night together, she began believing the rumors.
Then the next morning, her father had shown up and encouraged her to leave for New York City with him. What a mistake that had been. Her father hadn’t changed, not one bit.
“Yes, and that’s where we will play,” Jed said.
“Most of the time,” Ry added. “When you come over, you will go down to the dungeon and remove your clothing.”
“If you haven’t already showered and shaved you can do so in the bathroom in there,” Jed said. “There is a special mat for our submissive to stand on.”
“We want you to stand straight and tall, hands resting at the small of your back, legs shoulder-width apart.” Ry’s voice was strong. “Eyes straight ahead. When we enter the room, you will keep the position until we tell you to move.”
Katie licked her lips and closed her eyes.
Her muscles quivered as she centered herself.
Not high protocol, but nothing she couldn’t deal with.
“I can handle that.” Even as she said the words, a shiver of anticipation flowed through her along with a sliver of doubt.
What happened if she made a mistake? Or forgot to do something?
“Once we tell you to move, you may look at us,” Jed said. “In the dungeon, you will call us Sir or Sir Ry and Sir Jed. We’ll call you Katie, Kitty Kat, sweetheart or any other endearment we choose.”
“Oh, and to add to the fun, if there is an outfit laid out on the bed, you will put it on before you get into position. No matter what the outfit is,” Ry said.
Katie nodded, not trusting her voice.
“We will never hurt you,” Jed said.
More doubts crowded her mind. She wasn’t worried about them hurting her—they wouldn’t. In her heart and brain she knew this. But what if she couldn’t be the woman they needed? Would she end up hurting them? How much had she hurt them already by leaving? They needed to clear the air on that matter.
“But I hurt you both when I ran away,” she blurted out.
Both men frowned. “I take responsibility for that,” Ry said.
Her gaze darted between the two men, unsure of their mood.
“I think we both have to take responsibility,” Jed said.
“You weren’t ready for us, Katie. And we pushed,” Ry said.
“We took your virginity,” Jed said
“But I wanted you to.” Her face grew warm after she said the words, but she wouldn’t recall them. She had enjoyed her time with them.
“I think we overwhelmed you that night,” Jed said, running a finger down her warm cheek.
Katie started to shake her head, but Ry cupped her neck. “You left the next day, baby. No explanation, no anything.”
“Okay, maybe I was a bit overwhelmed, but my leaving wasn’t just because of what happened that night.” And that was true. A heaviness settled in her chest.
“Will you tell us why you left?” Jed asked.
“Not tonight.” She believed them when they said they presumed they overwhelmed her; it was the logical conclusion when she’d left the very next day.
While she wanted to get this out, she wasn’t sure she was ready to admit her gullibility.
When Ry started to open his mouth, Katie shook her head.
“Please? I will tell you, just not tonight.” She rubbed her palm between her breasts, trying to ease the ache before dropping her hand to her lap.
Ry’s breath caressed her cheek. “You are precious to us, Katie.” He scooted closer. “We may push your limits a bit, but never with pain or something that is a hard limit.” Ry pressed his chest against her right arm.
“We just want you to be ours, Kitty Kat.” Jed turned, his fingers dancing over her shoulder and around her neck.
The heat from both men seared her skin, but she couldn’t move. Fear and excitement flooded her entire being.
Her pussy clenched.
Her clit throbbed.
Her nipples hardened.
And her heart pounded.
“Shall we show you the dungeon, Katie?” Ry asked, his fingers playing with her hair.
Katie nodded.
“Oh, no, Kitty Kat,” Jed said. “One more protocol—you will talk. Nodding will be accepted now and then, but you have to voice your wants, your needs, and your desires.” Jed’s touch disappeared.
“We want to hear your pleasure, your need, your excitement, and screams for us to do it harder and faster,” Ry whispered. “Now stand up, my submissive.” Ry scooted away from her on the sofa.
“Yes, Sir Ry.” Katie pushed to her feet, amazed her legs held her up. She was a bundle of sexual nerves, and she had no idea of how long she could keep this up without going over the edge.
“First things first,” Ry said, grabbing a straight back chair and carrying it over to her. He sat down and stared at her. “Bring her over here.”
Oh, shit. Katie’s breath caught in her throat.
Jed maneuvered her over to where Ry sat. “For being late, you will be spanked.”
They were making good on their promise to punish her. A chill chased up her spine. She’d been spanked before.
She opened her mouth, but she couldn’t think of anything to say. “Over my lap, baby.” Ry patted his legs. Her heart pounded as she maneuvered herself onto Ry’s lap.
Her pussy clenched. Ry’s hand smoothed over her back, and Katie relaxed. Maybe they were just teasing her?
“Since this is our first time and we hadn’t laid out the rules, you’ll keep your jeans on and we each will do five swats.” Ry’s hand came down over her denim-covered ass.
“Ouch,” she said, more out of surprise than pain.
Four more times in rapid succession he swatted her ass.
Her clothing took most of the impact, but it didn’t stop the tingling from spreading from her ass to her clit.
This was so very different from when she’d been spanked in the club.
The club had been almost clinical, and she’d been accused more than once about being in her head too much.
Ry’s spanking made her shiver from anticipation, and there was no worry about the pain.
“My turn,” Jed said.
“Stand up and then lie down over Jed’s lap.” Ry’s voice was hoarse and stern.
Taking a shaky breath, Katie rose and waited for the men to switch positions.
How many times had she fantasized about them doing this to her?
Especially in the club when she’d watched subs get spanked, flogged, and caned.
She’d only allowed one person at the club to spank her, and she’d never had this reaction.
Jed sat down, and she lay over his lap with an excited quiver tumbling in her stomach. Five more swats and he was done. Excitement flowed through her veins. What else would this night bring?
Ry grasped her by the shoulders and helped her stand.
She wobbled on her feet for a few seconds when Ry let her go.
Her panties were soaked, her clit pulsing with need.
Damn, that hadn’t happened the other times she’d been spanked.
She never had an inkling it could be this exciting except in her fantasies.
“Okay?” Jed asked, running his finger down her cheek.
Heat flared over her face. “Yes,” she whispered.
“Time to see our dungeon, Kitty Kat.” Jed stood and walked across the living room. Katie followed him down the hall, hearing Ry’s heavy footfalls on the hardwood floor behind her.
Shivers chased up and down her spine. When they reached a door, Jed punched the keypad on the wall until an electronic beep sounded.
“We’ll give you the code,” Ry said.
“Is it…” Katie cursed silently as she stumbled over what she wanted to say. “Is it always locked, Sir Jed?”
“Yes.” Jed gave her a grin. “Be careful on the stairs.” He opened the door and turned on the lights.
Katie gripped the railing for dear life. What was she doing? She fought an internal battle with her fears down each step until they came to the bottom of the staircase. The room was dark.
“Welcome to our dungeon and our world,” Ry said before the room was filled with muted light.
Her jaw dropped open. The room was huge, and it was… Her mind went blank.