Aurora's Doms [Club of Dominance 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  The interior doors to the club opened and Master Turner walked toward her. Aurora sighed with relief at Master Turner’s timing. She had just been saved by the proverbial bell. Thank God.

  “Master Luke, how are things?”

  “The usual for a Friday night, but no incidents.”

  “Good.” Master Turner shifted his attention to her. “I need you inside, Aurora.”

  A knot formed in her stomach, but she had no idea why. It wasn’t like she was in trouble or anything. Is it?

  Taking a deep breath, she rose to her feet and followed Master Turner into the great room. The sights and sounds which drifted to her ears caused an ache deep inside, only it wasn’t a sexual ache. It was one of envy. God, why can’t I have that? Her eyes drifted to the scene being played out on stage. A female sub was being whipped with a flogger, and from the dreamy expression on her face she was deep into subspace.

  Bringing her mind back to the present, she followed Master Turner to the rooms off to the side and stopped behind him when he halted. She looked through the glass and her breath hitched in her throat. Masters Garth and Derrick were preparing the room for a scene, but there was no sub in sight. Surely Master Turner doesn’t want…

  “Aurora, I want you to do a scene with Masters Garth and Derrick.”

  Her mouth dropped open and she felt her eyes widen in shock. Why does he want me to play with these two Doms? Wasn’t he the one to advise me I shouldn’t scene with any of the Masters in the club?

  Master Turner reached out and nudged her chin up. Aurora swallowed, and from the concern on Master’s face, he had heard her.

  “Do you trust me, Aurora?”

  She did trust Master Turner, but she wasn’t sure he knew what he was doing right at this moment.

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Excellent. I want you to go in there and give over control to those two Doms.”

  “But…”

  “Don’t speak, sub. You don’t want to be racking up punishments before you’ve even started,” Master Turner said in a firm voice. “Aurora, I know what I’m doing. Please, just trust me?”

  “Okay, Master,” she replied and cursed the little squeak in her voice.

  “Good girl. Now go on in. Just remember you can use your safe word whenever you like. What is the word you use if you need a break?”

  “Yellow, Master.”

  “Good girl. And what is your safe word to stop proceedings?”

  “Red, Master.”

  “Give me your wrists, Aurora.”

  She held them up to him and watched as he wrapped the wide, fluffy, lined leather cuffs around them and then snapped them together in front of her.

  “Very good,” Master Turner praised then gripped her shoulders and turned her toward the door, giving her a gentle shove. “You’re safe, honey. Just remember no one will do anything you don’t want. Every Dom in this club knows how to read a sub, Aurora. You have nothing to worry about.”

  That’s easy for you to say. You’re not the one frozen inside and you won’t be the one at the mercy of two Doms.

  Aurora stepped over the threshold, her stomach churning with anxiety. She felt as if her life was about to change forever and she had no control over it. But what confused her most was she had no idea why, because she felt nothing for the two Doms waiting for her.

  Aurora wondered if Master Turner had seen something in her that indicated she was ready to try play again. She trusted Master Turner like no other. He was such a nice, caring man and hoped he knew what he was doing. Maybe Master Turner thought she could submit to Masters Garth and Derrick when she hadn’t been able to submit to any other Dom. Well, I’m about to find out.

  * * * *

  Mac watched Aurora as she walked toward Garth and his brother. She kept her head and eyes lowered like the perfect little sub, but he could see the tension in her muscles. When she lowered herself to the kneeling slave position on the floor then placed her hands on her thighs palms up, he saw the way they trembled.

  He wanted to go haring into that room and take over before the scene began but Turner had asked Garth and Derrick to scene with her for some unknown reason he had yet to determine. Then it hit him. Turner was trying to make him and Mike jealous. He should have figured out right away when Mike had told him about setting up this scene. The sneaky bastard was trying to make them make a move on the one woman they had coveted for nearly twelve months.

  Aurora looked like she was ready to bolt. When Turner had first asked his friends to play with her earlier that evening, he had heard Derrick adamantly refuse. Mac wondered if Mike had already figured out what Turner was up to and hoped to God his plan didn’t backfire. He glanced at Mike standing at his side. His jaw was clenched tight as were his fists and he could see the muscle ticking in his brother’s jaw. He hoped like hell Turner knew what the fuck he was doing. The last thing they needed was to cause psychological damage to Aurora before she relented to be with her men. Because Mac had no doubt in his mind that Aurora wouldn’t respond to the Doms in that room with her. She hadn’t responded to any other Dom so far, so why would Derrick and Garth be any different?

  “Very pretty, little sub,” Derrick praised. “Stand up now.”

  Mac was glad that he could hear the other Doms when they spoke to Aurora. If she said her safe word he would be in there faster than the other two could blink. He relaxed his muscles as much as he could and waited to see how the scene would unfold.

  Aurora rose to her feet and stood statue still, waiting for their next command. Garth moved close to her back so she could feel the heat of his body and Mac watched for a reaction. There was none.

  “Strip, Aurora.”

  She lifted trembling hands to the bodice of her corset and undid the clasps one by one and then dropped the garment to the floor. He wondered if she was trying to test Garth and Derrick, because all subs knew to fold their clothes and put them on one of the chairs around the edge of the room.

  “That’s one,” Garth stated in a firm voice.

  Aurora winced and bent to retrieve the corset and quickly folded it and put it on the nearest chair. Maybe she hadn’t dropped it on purpose after all. The trembling in her hands had spread and now her arms were also shaking slightly. You’d better know what you’re fucking doing, Turner. If you scare our woman off I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive you.

  She took a deep, steadying breath and then removed her skirt, and barely held in his gasp of need when he saw she wasn’t wearing any undergarments. When she shivered slightly Garth zeroed in on her breasts as did Mac. Her nipples were peaked but only minimally and he realized it was because of the cool air and not in reaction to being topped. Aurora was one of the most petite, sexiest women he had ever seen. Her white-blonde wavy hair cascaded down around her shoulders and back. She had the most expressive green eyes he had ever encountered and her features were delicate, portraying a fragility he was sure was deceptive. Her diminutive height and slight frame made him feel like a veritable giant in comparison.

  Garth and Derrick had asked her to play with them previously but she had refused—Turner had told him that right before he and Mike started their duties as dungeon monitors tonight—and he was damn glad she had because he was able to relax more. There was no spark between her and his two Dom friends, at least from her end. She was wrapped up tighter than a spider web and not one Dom in the club had been able to get anywhere near her heart.

  “Get on the table on your back, sub,” Derrick commanded.

  When she was settled, Garth and Derrick set about securing her cuffed wrists and ankles to the rings attached to the bench resembling an exam table and then made sure her restraints weren’t too tight by running their fingers beneath the leather.

  “What is your safe word, sub?”

  “Red, Sir.”

  “Good, and what word will you use if you need a break from play?”

  “Yellow, Sir.”

  “Very good, Aurora,” Derrick pr
aised.

  “What are your hard limits?” Garth asked.

  “No sex, Sir.”

  “What does that mean, sub? You don’t want penetration at all, or just no sex with us?”

  “Sir?”

  Derrick moved to the head of the table and looked down at Aurora. “What he’s asking is if you will allow toys, sub?”

  “Um…I—I…” Aurora squirmed uncomfortably.

  “Okay, no sexual play of any kind,” Garth said.

  “And why is it you don’t like sex, sub?”

  “I do, Sir. It’s just that…I can’t explain it.”

  Mac cursed under his breath when he saw her blink rapidly. She was close to tears and that was the last thing he wanted. He was about to enter the room but a hand on his shoulder stopped him.

  “Wait a bit longer and watch,” Turner whispered in his ear, and when he looked at the club owner he saw he was watching Mike. A small curl of Turner’s lip let him know that his brother’s fury amused their friend.

  “We are going to use wax play on you, Aurora. Are you agreeable?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her response was immediate, almost eager, but her body didn’t react at all.

  “All right, if things become too much for you, safe word out.” Garth looked over at Derrick. His brother’s mouth was pulled tight. Mac knew just how he felt. Neither of them wanted to go through with the scene but they had promised Turner to try. “Derrick is going to coat your skin with oil. That way the wax won’t be too hard to remove once the wax play has ended.”

  Garth stood back and watched as Derrick massaged oil into every part of her body. His hands kneaded and shaped Aurora’s breasts but her areolas and nipples remained dormant. He avoided touching her pussy as he massaged to oil into her thighs. No twitch or wiggle as his brother’s hands ran over her skin. He glanced down to her bare labia and couldn’t see any cream coating her lips.

  With a sigh of relief he watched Garth move over to his bag and pull out a thick, odorless candle and light the wick while Derrick wiped his hands on a towel and then placed a blindfold over Aurora’s eyes. Mac knew the two Doms hoped losing her sight would get to some of her senses. That wasn’t about to happen and he wondered how long it would be before Mike broke and took over. Turner gave him a look and he could see the arrogant bastard was enjoying every minute of their torture. If he hadn’t figured out what Turner’s plan of action was, he knew he would have broken way before Mike. He was less of a control freak than Mike, but he’d had a lot of practice holding back and keeping a tight rein on himself. But where Aurora was concerned, well, that was a totally different story. His gut was churning and he had a knot of pain in his chest which had formed the moment Aurora had undressed. When Derrick had covered his woman’s body in oil, if it hadn’t been for Turner’s presence he knew damn well he would have already been in that room playing with his sub, after kicking the others out first, of course.

  When the flame had taken Garth began to work. He drizzled hot wax between her breasts, and all over her fleshy globes, teasing her senses and body by not spilling the wax on her nipples. By now any other sub would have been thrusting their chest up, trying to coax their Master to splash the wax on her nipples, but Aurora lay very still. Her breathing was deep and even, no excited panting at all. No physical response at all.

  Mac saw the frustrated sigh building in Garth’s chest as he inhaled and barely kept it from escaping his mouth. He looked up as he caught movement through the large glass window when Mike took a step toward the door. Mac and Mike stood staring at Garth and Derrick, and the other Doms didn’t look happy. Their muscles were tense and they looked like they wanted to run from him and his brother. He held in a smile when he watched Mike look down at the red armbands around his upper arms proclaiming them as monitors for the moment.

  Mac shifted, his arms crossing over his chest, his feet shoulder width apart, and he pinned Garth with his gaze. A quick glance at Mike again and he could literally see steam coming out of his brother’s ears.

  Oh yeah, definitely pissed.

  Garth turned away and watched as Derrick dripped more wax onto Aurora’s flat belly and then down her spread thighs. Still no sign of arousal on her pussy and she looked as cool and calm as a cucumber. Mac wondered what she would do if Garth or Derrick removed that blindfold and told her to look out the window. Would she react to seeing him and Mike watching through the glass?

  Maybe it was time to find out.

  Chapter Five

  Aurora thought about the washing she really should have done that day but she was so tired she had put it off. When Derrick had smoothed the oil into her breasts and then the rest of her skin, she had hoped that her body would react in some way. But once again she had felt absolutely nothing. Of course having her breast massaged was pleasant enough, but she didn’t feel any great surge of lust or excitement. No tingles had raced down her body to her pussy like she’d heard other subs say had happened to them when they had their breasts played with. A sigh left her mouth when another line of hot wax was poured onto her skin, and other than a little heat from the hot wax, she felt nothing. What the hell is Master Turner trying to prove? That I am indeed frigid? Considering she felt nearly numb with boredom she began to think that that may well be the case.

  She wondered how long Masters Garth and Derrick would continue with this farce. She sighed with resignation and wondered why Master Turner had bothered asking her to play with these two Doms. Guilt assailed her but there was nothing she could do to make her dormant body respond. Why couldn’t she be like all the other subs? Why did she have to be broken inside?

  She’d seen a lot of play over the last twelve months and none of the other subs had trouble responding to any of the Doms who played with them. Those boys in high school and college had to have been right. She was totally frigid. Tears pricked her eyes and she drew another deep breath, trying to keep her emotions at bay. Aurora was going to end up an old maid with her virginity intact. Maybe she would get a cat or two to keep her company. She quickly vetoed that idea. She’d never had the chance to have pets when she was growing up. Her parents had been too busy to give her the time of day, let alone an animal. She had never had friends over or been allowed to go and spend time with other kids her own age. Aurora had spent the whole of her life alone. And she was still alone. In the end she had stopped trying to make friends. It just hurt too damn much to try and get close to someone and then be rejected time and time again. There had been one girl who Aurora had clicked with in high school. Her name had been Louise. They had spent nearly all their spare time together. But when she’d had to repeatedly refuse the offer to go to Louise’s house and refute Louise visiting her home, her friend had given up and they had drifted apart. That had cut her to the bone. It had been too painful to watch Louise interact with other girls and Aurora had finally decided to keep to herself. It was less painful that way and she didn’t have to keep disappointing people.

  The servants had treated her more like family than her own parents had. They had virtually raised her since her parents were too busy socializing with their elite acquaintances.

  It had been a couple of years since she had seen her parents, but it was really no loss, since she’d hardly ever seen them when she was living at home. She could still remember the horror on her mother’s face when she had discovered her stash of erotic books. Anyone would think that Aurora had murdered someone with the way her mom had carried on. Her breath hitched as she remembered what had happened next.

  * * * *

  “Where did you get this trash?” her mom screamed.

  “I bought it.”

  “You what? Are you crazy? What if some of our friends find what you read?”

  “So what?” Aurora replied with a shrug. “I don’t see how that could happen unless they went rifling through my bedroom.”

  “What will your future husband think?” her mom wailed. “Wait until your father gets home, young lady. You are in so much trouble.”<
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  Aurora couldn’t believe the way her mom screeched over what she read. She closed the door after her mom stormed out. She had to finish up the last paper for her last class. She was graduating soon, and that was all that mattered in her mind.

  She’d been lucky enough to find a job to walk into which she would start next week. Through school she had worked part-time in a cafe, much to her parents’ horror, since they were well-to-do snobs, but she loved meeting other people, and since she was still living at home she had saved every dime she earned. There was a satisfaction at working hard to earn money. She liked working and being rewarded for a job done well. There was no way she could sit at home being bored. Aurora needed to feel fulfilled, as if her life had purpose.

  Aurora hadn’t wanted to be like her mom, flitting around town getting her nails and hair done every other week and putting stock in the clothes she wore and how perfect she looked at all times. Her dad was too busy making money in the stock market to give her the time of day, and her mom was so shallow she didn’t like her very much. Of course she loved her parents, but they were so different Aurora often wondered if she’d been adopted. Or had come from the mailman. She gave a mental snort. Like that would ever have happened. Her mom wouldn’t be seen dead with anyone from the lower working class.

  That night her father stormed into her room and read her the riot act about how he didn’t bring his daughter up to be a slut and how he had such plans for her. He searched her room and found her books, and much to her dismay, he took every book she possessed besides her textbooks and brought them into the backyard. Aurora watched as he burned them to ashes. Her father had started telling her how he had arranged for her to become engaged to one of his colleagues and how he expected her to be a proper wife, just like her mother. She knew then that nothing she ever did would please her parents, and she began to make plans.

  In the dead of night she crept out of the house, got into a taxi, and went to a hotel. She found an efficiency to lease, and that was that. It was nearly two years since she’d last seen her parents, and they hadn’t once tried to contact her. She had taken her cell phone with her and had waited for them to call and apologize but she was still waiting.