Theirs to Master: Miami Masters Book Six Page 8

  Twenty minutes later, Paige pulled into the parking lot at Sanctuary and cringed at the number of vehicles already there. With her heart pounding out a mad rhythm, she hightailed it inside before she could change her mind. The same receptionist greeted her before pointing to a different door to enter than she’d taken last night.

  “Go through there and down the hall to the next door. That’ll lead into the room behind the stage where you can prep and get the final instructions. Good luck and have fun!”

  “I’ll try,” Paige quipped with no intention to do so. Fun was not high on the agenda for the next few hours.

  A background of low music followed her down the hall and continued into a large room teeming with half-dressed women. The palpable vibe of anticipation rubbed off on her as she watched the unabashed way the girls paraded around the room in front of the two men giving instructions. The good-looking blond bouncer caught her attention and beckoned her over, sizing her up as she padded toward him.

  Paige’s hackles rose at his blatant inspection of her from head to toe, but she reined in her temper with a reminder of what was at stake. “Name?” he asked as soon as she reached him.

  “Paige… Johannsen.” Damn. She’d almost given him her real last name instead of her mother’s maiden name. She needed to get on the ball, but that was proving more difficult than she’d imagined. The girls already in line to parade on stage waited with obvious excitement, appearing unashamed with their bared breasts, butts and mounds. Paige hadn’t considered she would have to stand in front of the room full of strangers with all her privates put on display. She’d assumed there would be a choice of scanty attire to pick from.

  “Okay, I’ve got your form. To be clear, you agree to bondage, light pain, oral, anal play only and toys. No intercourse. Correct?”

  She was not a shy person, but listening to a man she’d never met before listing off the sexual things she’d agreed to allow another stranger to do to her sent a wave of heat over her face. “Yes, correct.”

  “Okay. Breasts, pussy and ass bare, otherwise you can don any of the garments over there.” He nodded to an array of hanging outfits along the wall. “You’ll be up in about fifteen minutes. Don’t hold us up.”

  The man’s indifferent, business-like attitude helped her stay committed to this endeavor as she padded over to the rack of skimpy outfits. “No, no, no,” she chanted, discarding everything she came across. Conscious of the time, and the threat in the bouncer’s voice when he’d ordered her to be ready, she hurried and selected a black, lace-up corset with cups to hold her breasts and sheer stockings to hook to garters. Since the room offered no privacy, she moved to a corner and dressed as fast as possible, refusing to think about the eyes already gazing upon her nudity. The deep baritone of the auctioneer filtered through the cracked door, as did the occasional laughter and the louder rounds of applause. Paige refrained from peeking out on the stage, afraid if she did she would run away from this opportunity. Given her anxiety level, if she didn’t portray enough vulnerability to catch this bastard’s attention tonight, then she never would.

  “Johannsen! You’re up next.”

  “Oh, doodledrawers,” she mumbled, padding across the room to the other bouncer manning the door. For the first time since she’d begun waxing, she regretted how the remaining strip of pubic hair emphasized the rest of her bare labia. He swept her body with an appreciative glance before winking and nodding his approval.

  “You’ll do well, relax. Remember, it’s for a good cause.”

  His friendlier mien helped ease the tension in Paige’s shoulders until he waved her through the door onto the stage and she saw the emcee was none other than the same man she’d caught entering her sister’s room at the hospital the other day. Stopping halfway onto the stage, she wrestled with what to do as she realized the owner of the club was also Penny’s new interest and now stood waiting for her with a tight, disapproving look. Shit, now what?

  With a crook of his finger and a gleam in his vivid blue eyes, Master Damien beckoned her toward the spotlight, calling out, “Don’t be shy, Paige. You’re not new to the club scene or the lifestyle, are you?”

  Paige squared her shoulders against the knowing taunt that revealed he was on to her and shored up her nerve. Two could play this game. Conscious of her propped-up breasts, pert nipples pointing straight ahead, and bare mons and buttocks as she crossed the stage, she didn’t know how she managed to keep her head up and her eyes on his. Thank goodness the audience sat shrouded in darkness as she stepped onto the spotlighted stage.

  “The lovely Paige.” Damien introduced her by taking one clammy hand and lifting her arm to twirl her in a slow circle. “This sub is offering her delectable body for light pain and anal play, oral consumption and usage of toys.” Yanking her against his side when Paige faced toward the audience she couldn’t see again, he wrapped one steely arm around her waist and bent to her ear. “I’m not happy with you, even if you are doing this for your sister. I don’t tolerate subterfuge in my club.”

  Paige shivered from the warning in his tone but couldn’t resist snarling back, “Then let me go and I’ll leave.”

  “No, that would be too easy.” Reaching up with his free hand, he plucked at one distended nipple, drawing her shocked outrage and chuckles from the bidders shrouded in darkness. “It looks like whoever gets this tasty piece will have his hands full.” He pinched her nipple and admonished, “Behave, girl.”

  Paige had never struggled so hard to keep her temper in check. Maybe she should’ve watched a few of the participants on stage before her and gotten a heads-up on what to expect from the emcee. At least his actions were helping to keep her mind off the room full of ogling eyes. High priced bids rang out, surprising her with the amounts. A different sense of awareness crept over her skin, one that worried her with the small thrill of satisfaction she hadn’t expected. Then Master Damien turned her around again and doused the warm sensation generated by the interested bids by squeezing her right cheek.

  “Come on, people. Look at this supple ass. What’ll you give the Children’s Miracle Network for hours of play with these round, malleable globes?” He slid his hand over to her other buttock and kneaded her flesh.

  Drawing in a breath, she scowled at his smug face, her whispered, “Back off,” met with a frown of his own. Without warning, he pulled back and delivered a sharp smack that sent pain ricocheting through her entire lower half, his deep voice drowning out her gasp of outrage.

  “This one may take two Doms to handle, starting with a well-deserved spanking. Any takers?”

  Before Paige could state her objection, two other voices called out a simultaneous bid that outdid all the others by over a thousand dollars. A shock wave of recognition almost sent her to her knees, but didn’t keep her body from responding with its usual heated rush from knowing the Carlson brothers were near, and eyeing her naked butt.

  Master Damien spun her back around in time to see a small spotlight illuminate Troy and Trevor seated in the front row. Troy’s displeasure with her mimicked the club owner’s while Trevor’s sensuous lips turned up at the corners in his usual, amused expression. Her buttock burned and her nipple throbbed, but those uncomfortable sensations changed to a pleasurable warmth and pulse as she gazed upon the two men she couldn’t seem to get out of her system. Paige noticed no one else now, heard nothing else as they finalized the transaction, and sure as hell possessed no clue what she’d just agreed to as the bouncer led her off the stage.

  * * *

  Trevor leaned against the wall outside the stage dressing room, crossed his arms and regarded his brother’s agitated pacing with amusement. “Relax, would you? Damien caught her enrollment in time to call us.”

  Troy blazed him with a look of irritation. “I’m pissed she went against our orders, again, not worried about the interfering minx.”

  “Uh, huh. You keep telling yourself that, bro. In the meantime, I’ll admit I’m itching to get my hands on Red,
and have been for some time. It’s nice she fell into my palms. Want me to handle her from here on out?”

  “Fuck that, Trevor,” he snapped so fast Trevor knew the moment Troy realized he’d just given himself away. “You’re a sick bastard.”

  “Yeah, but you love me anyway. Now, what are we going to do with our acquisition for eight hours?”

  “I know what we will not do, and that’s let her off the hook this time. I plan to shave off thirty minutes by tossing her over my knees as soon as she gets her sweet ass out here. After that, I say if she’s so interested in BDSM, we introduce her to the things she agreed to tonight. That might be enough to scare her off this vendetta and keep her out of our hair.”

  “Or,” Trevor drawled, the image of Paige draped across his brother’s lap searing his brain, “given her unpredictability, our efforts just might backfire and reveal she has a small thread of submission inside that lean body.”

  “If that happens, God help all three of us.”

  They both straightened when the side door opened and Paige stood there dressed in jeans and a bright yellow tee with black lettering reading: People say you can’t live without love… I think oxygen is more important. Her face reflected a myriad of emotions, indecision being the most blatant. Straightening her shoulders, she stepped forward and that cocky grin Trevor enjoyed appeared.

  “So, I’m guessing Damien ratted me out and assume he was the one who sent you after me last night. If you think I’m paying you back for what you bid, think again. I don’t owe you anything.”

  “Wrong, sugar.” Trevor snatched her hand and yanked her against him. “You owe us eight hours of your time. The contract you signed clearly stated if you renege on your end of the bargain, then you must repay us every dime. You did read the fine print, didn’t you?” He could tell by her widening eyes and struggle to swallow that she hadn’t. “Oops.”

  Paige averted her eyes and muttered under her breath, “Addlepated dim doodle.”

  Trevor grinned at Troy. “Did she just call me an addlepated dim doodle?”

  Troy nodded, a gleam replacing the irritation in his eyes. “I believe she did. I’ll add that infraction to her punishment.”

  “This way, Paige.” Tightening his hold on her hand, Trevor followed Troy back into the playroom where the auction was still underway.

  “Where are we going?” Paige demanded with a tug of her hand.

  He looked back to see her cast a frantic look around the room and felt her shudder when Troy halted at an armless chair situated on a small, raised dais. “Right here,” he answered. “Your choice, sugar. Honor your signed agreement or agree to pay us back our donation.” When she hesitated, the wary trepidation in her eyes at odds with the outline of her puckered nipples against her shirt, he said, “Come on, Paige. Be adventurous. You know us well enough to trust we won’t do anything you’ll regret. You say one word, red, at any time, and we halt whatever we’re doing. That was also in the contract. What do you have to lose?”

  She glanced from him to Troy, who remained silent, then back to Trevor again, her dove-gray eyes turning flinty with grim determination. “I’ll honor the contract, as long as you promise to honor the safeword.”

  “Of course,” Troy replied, stepping onto the dais. Sitting on the chair, he held out his hand. “For your punishment tonight, we’ll keep it the simple stoplight colors in the contract. Red means stop, yellow, pause for a question or reassurance, green means you’re good. If you want to change it later, we can. Ready?”

  She eyed his lap with a cute dip of her brows. “No, but I’ll do it anyway.”

  “That’s our girl.” She flipped Trevor a startled look at his words then stiffened when he reached around in front of her and unsnapped her jeans. As he lowered the zipper, he could tell from her audible indrawn breath, she hadn’t expected them to mete out her punishment on her bare butt.

  With a shove, he lowered the jeans and her panties to mid-thigh before handing her over to Troy. They intended to catch her off guard a lot during the time she would be under their control. He’d always suspected there was more to his favorite bartender than her flirty, independent nature. Neither he nor Troy had been blind to the interest she couldn’t hide whenever they were in the bar. Since she wasn’t a regular player, they’d both steered clear of any personal involvement, but that hadn’t been easy for him. Trevor’s attraction to the feisty redhead began upon first meeting her, and had increased each time he saw her. Troy, he suspected, also found himself drawn to Paige, but less inclined to either admit it or act upon it. Whatever they ended up planning to do with her during their allotted eight hours should prove interesting and enlightening for all three of them.

  Right now, he enjoyed the hell out of watching his brother ease her down over his lap until her hands clutched his leg for balance. With a brush of his hand up her back, he left the t-shirt bunched around her shoulders and neck, her unfettered, pert breasts free to dangle and her surprisingly plump ass propped up. His own hands itched to be the one caressing those soft globes as Troy cupped one white buttock, but standing by as voyeur came with its own rewards. Like being able to read the expressions crossing her face in rapid succession. Surprise replaced irritation as soon as his brother touched her, followed by a glaze of arousal in her pewter eyes when Troy took his time exploring her malleable flesh with one palm while keeping his left hand pressed between her shoulder blades.

  Yeah, they made an enticing scene to watch, and introduced a whole slew of future scenes to consider after tonight.

  Chapter 7

  Only sheer stubbornness kept Paige from saying red when Trevor pulled her jeans down. Her natural inclination to protest this indignity with ‘no way, no how’, fell to the wayside the minute her mons pressed against Troy’s muscled thigh and she looked up to see raw lust and rich approval etched on Trevor’s face. Then Troy palmed her butt cheek, his calloused palm brushing against her bare skin, setting off sparks of pleasure that commanded her attention. She’d yearned for their attention for months, and now had it in spades.

  Few of her lovers had ever bothered with ass play, so she’d never imagined that part of her anatomy could be so erogenous. But the more he explored her buttocks, squeezing then caressing, the hotter she became. A curl of arousal took up residence between her legs, softening her pussy, dampening her slit until embarrassment forced her to tighten her thighs.

  Closing her eyes, Paige tuned out the voices from the ongoing auction and shoved aside fretting over whether anyone else’s eyes were on her. The tantalizing caresses eased her into relaxing then prodded her to wiggle her butt and loosen her thighs in a teasing hint to do more, to touch her where she ached.

  “I think she’s ready.”

  The amused inflection in Trevor’s voice snagged her attention one second before his words sank in. Before she could register the full meaning of that comment, Troy halted the soothing, arousing strokes of his hand and delivered a sharp swat to rival the one Damien issued on the stage.

  Her head reared up in startled astonishment at the abrupt switch from coaxing pleasure to blistering pain. Before she could say anything, he swatted her again, adding an identical throbbing burn on her other cheek.

  “Take a deep breath, Paige, and lie still. It’ll be over before you know it.”

  Shaking her hair out of her eyes, she glared up at Trevor as Troy peppered her buttocks with an array of slaps that robbed her of breath. “Easy… ow!… for you to say,” she gasped, her mind consumed with the fiery heat spreading across her entire backside and the deep throbbing encompassing her abused skin and spreading to her pussy.

  “You should’ve heeded our warnings, and remembered I mentioned consequences if you continued with your harebrained scheme to interfere in my investigation,” Troy admonished without slowing the rapid volley of spanks.

  It was hard to think straight, to pay attention to what either man said, but she managed to stick up for herself with a quick rebuttal. “I don’t take
orders from anyone… holy shit!” Crap but those last two hurt! “Damn it, I’m not one of your little groupies, willing to let you walk all over me.” Desperate to deny her body’s heated response and the pleasure inching its way past her resistance to this degradation, she tried to wriggle away from his descending hand, but Trevor reached out and clamped his hands over the tops of her thighs. Between Troy’s imprisoning hand braced between her shoulders and Trevor’s tight told, they left her no choice but to endure and accept her surprising reaction or say red and pay the hefty price tag of ending this now.

  Then Trevor’s face swam into view in front of her as he squatted down and winked. “Be a good girl and we’ll reward you.”

  “Says who?” Troy asked, pausing to trail his fingernails over her buttocks.

  Paige’s response to the prickling scrape across her sore skin turned out to be another eye-opening revelation. Tingles of pleasure erupted along her abused flesh, overriding the pulsating waves of discomfort. “Oh,” she breathed in astonishment.

  This time it was Troy who chuckled, but before she could enjoy the sound, he whacked her sore butt three more times and her penchant for uttering nonsensical words slipped out. “Asshattery douchnozzle!”

  Trevor’s smile split his craggy face. “God, you’re a delight.” He glanced up and nodded. She braced herself for another painful smack, but instead, two pairs of hands roamed freely over her aching flesh, igniting a firestorm of sensation throughout her entire body she couldn’t control.

  Her breath whooshed out of her lungs as the pain entwined with unbelievable pleasure to the point she couldn’t differentiate between the two sensibilities. An embarrassing whimper spilled from her mouth, the heat covering her butt spreading to fill her pussy with damp warmth.

  Fingers teased the inside of her thighs, enticing her to open them wider. Other fingers glided down her crack in a stupefying exploration of receptive nerve endings she’d never imagined could be so titillating. Paige’s gasp lodged in her throat when the hand on her inner thighs inched up and fingers stroked up the seam of her vagina. “More,” she demanded, her tone laced with need as she lifted her hips.