Reunited (BDSM, Ménage Romance) Page 4

  “That seems to be the plan, Eric.” She smirked and he grabbed her hand and tugged her forward off the lockers. When his hand landed in a sharp spank on her ass she gasped and jumped.

  “Oh, by the way, the game has already started. As always, your smart mouth is going to get you into all kinds of trouble.”

  “Does Colby even know how to play the game?” Megan couldn’t keep her mouth shut now that she’d agreed to play. She was diving into the deep end and enjoying the feeling as she started to sink. An even sharper spank landed on the other side of her ass and she turned to catch Colby’s grin.

  “I haven’t been hiding under a rock for the last ten years, Megster. I may not be as well-versed as Eric here, but I pick things up surprisingly quickly.”

  “We’ll see. Come on, I know where we can go.” Eric held his hand out again and she took it, reveling in the warmth of his skin on hers and wondering how much longer she was going to have to wait to feel the rest of him against her.

  Chapter Three

  There was a lot of laughing and shushing as they followed Eric through the halls. Colby pinched her ass twice, and she had shoved him back playfully the second time. He had surprised her by stepping close and whispering in her ear that there would be a consequence for acting out.

  The thrill those words brought her was something she’d never been able to fully explain to girlfriends that didn’t play with submission. How could she describe that tingling rush that came with the promise of a punishment? The way it sent a wave of nerves and fear through her, which somehow left arousal behind in its wake. It was what made it addictive. That rush was what made her stay with David long after she should have left, like an addict trying to get one last high, and it was what had made her think of Eric for years after she should have let that torch die out.

  “We’re here.”

  “Oh shit, this is genius.” Colby brushed past Eric and pushed the door open, but Megan was at a loss until she saw into the large room on the other side. “Wood shop?! I didn’t even know they still taught this class!”

  “I figured it was worth a risk to see if the classroom was still here. It’s secluded in the corner of the school.”

  “Well, the classroom is here, but I’m sure Mr. Fishburn isn’t the one teaching it anymore while shouting every five minutes about how someone’s going to lose a hand.” Colby laughed as they stepped inside and shut the door.

  It was a big room with workbenches spread out randomly, and one wall lined with power tools behind a locked cage. Megan’s mind started racing with possibilities and she could see the gears turning in Eric’s head as well. A hum went through her skin when his eyes suddenly moved to hers, and she couldn’t stifle the excited grin that stretched her lips.

  “Nervous, Megan?” Eric smiled back at her and she huffed out a laugh.

  “A little. I think I’m more curious about what you have planned.” She paused a moment, watching Colby wander the room. “Any chance you’re going to tell me?”

  “No way in hell.” He grinned wickedly.

  “No cameras or anything in here, I think we’re all good.” Colby piped up and she was surprised that he had thought ahead. With all the technology and security upgrades in schools it wouldn’t have been weird for them to be installed and she was grateful someone had thought to look. That would have been disastrous.

  “Perfect. Then put your hands behind your head, Megan, and widen your stance.” Eric’s voice shifted quickly back to the low rumble of his Dominant side, and it felt familiar to obey even though he’d never been this confident in high school. She interlaced her fingers at the base of her skull and she was well aware of how it lifted her breasts, a thrill zinging through her at getting to submit again after so long. With someone she trusted. Two people she trusted. When she shifted her feet apart Eric laughed. “Farther. You know better.”

  The heels made it difficult to maintain her balance as she moved them a little more, but when her dress slid up her thighs there was no question as to the purpose behind that command. She could feel the cool air of the room move between her thighs, drawing her attention to how wet her panties were. Then Colby walked back towards them slowly and Eric moved behind her. They reminded her of wolves stalking prey. Circling. Keen eyes glued to her, watching every tremble in her muscles as she held the position he’d asked for.

  “You’re beautiful, Megan.” Eric’s first touch was a light trace down her spine that had her arching her back as it sent a shiver over her skin. His words made her feel precious, but she tried not to dwell on the warmth they brought.

  “Hot is the word I’d use,” Colby spoke through a grin as he closed the distance in front of her. She swallowed as he stepped close enough that his shirt brushed against her.

  “That too.” Eric sounded like he was smiling behind her.

  “Flattery will get you everywhere.” Megan started to laugh at her joke, but then she felt Eric’s hands slide up the outsides of her thighs and under her dress. His fingers hooked into her panties and deftly pulled them down as far as he could with her legs spread as wide as they were. Without the fragile lace as a barrier she felt more naked than if he had simply taken her dress off.

  “Everywhere?” Colby’s hand traced up the inside of her thigh and she bit her lip as he stopped short of her pussy. Instead his fingertips drew tiny circles on her skin, his knuckles barely brushing her mound. It wound her up more than she would have imagined, and Eric didn’t help as he moved his hands over her hips, her waist, and cupped her breasts from behind.

  “You said you wanted to play the game, right?” His thumbs flicked over her hard nipples as they pressed against the fabric, practically begging to be touched. Pinched. Pulled.

  Megan nodded.

  Her attention was torn between the delicate patterns Colby was drawing between her legs, and the tension Eric was building as he gently began to tug on her nipples. Their bodies were so close on either side of her that she could feel the heat from their skin. Eric’s lips brushed against her ear and she whined as he pulled her back against his chest, forcing her hips forward to keep her balance. “What do you say, Megan?”

  “Yes, sir.” The words felt like they had been waiting just on the other side of her lips, and once she’d said them she felt a sense of the familiar settle over her. Eric’s fingers tightened on her nipples and she hissed air through her teeth as the first sparks of pain lit up her nervous system like a runway at night. Colby instantly laid his hand over her mound, the heel of his hand grinding against her clit until she was moaning quietly as the two sensations bounced back and forth. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. The pressure between her thighs was too gentle, and not focused enough on her clit. It was a vicious tease that clearly promised what he was capable of giving but was choosing to deny her. Even Eric’s pinching and tugging was muffled by her thin bra and the dress, and she knew he could have her begging and pleading if he wanted.

  After all, he’d done it before.

  It was slow and gentle torture, and her fingers tightened into fists in her hair as she struggled to hold position under the onslaught of their attentions.

  “Are you going to be a good girl tonight, Megan?” Eric kissed the side of her neck as he spoke, the warmth of his breath rushing over her skin.

  “Not fucking likely if you keep tormenting me like this.” The words had barely left her when Colby brought his hand back and shocked her by spanking her pussy hard. She yelped and Eric followed it up with a vicious twisting of the nipples pinned between his fingers that had her whimpering as pain zigzagged like a lightning strike through her.

  “Well, if you’re not going to behave then I think we should have you properly undressed.” Eric said. “Take the dress off.”

  They both released her and stepped back, but they towered over her from the front and back and she felt small between them. A blush burned its way into her cheeks despite the fact that Eric had been her first and Colby had just had his hand between her thi
ghs. It took a deep breath before she could reach behind her to grasp for the zipper. Just as she realized she’d need to start at her neck she felt Eric’s hands gliding the top few inches of the zipper down so she could more easily reach it. His knuckles brushed her skin and their fingers touched as she took over to guide it the rest of the way. As she started to drag the zipper down, Colby’s vibrant blue eyes were impossible to ignore. His look was hungry, and she realized how much she’d wanted to see that devious gaze on her in high school. She had wanted to be pursued by Colby, even though she’d been with Eric.

  She had just wanted to feel… wanted by him.

  Wanted by the playboy of Whittaker High.

  To have him see her as worthy of a conquest, even if she would have never cheated on Eric. But he had apparently lived by a similar code, refusing to go for his friend’s girlfriend, and so neither of them had paid much attention to the other. Nothing except friendly hellos at bonfires in the woods, and hearty congratulations when games were won – and now they were inches from each other, and his eyes were tracking every inch of skin she revealed as the dress slid off her shoulders and down her body to pool at her feet. Her panties were halfway down her thighs, her bra was too thin to hide the hardness of her nipples, and the black heels were making her second-guess her pledge to never wear them again because she felt powerful. Sexy. Brave.

  Eric’s hand moved into her hair and snapped tight and Megan got a clear view as Colby’s eyes widened and his pupils dilated in arousal. “Let’s get Megan squared away since she’s not planning on behaving this evening.”

  “What?! I just said -”

  “Shhh, Meg. I think if you argue with us that’s another consequence, right?” Colby grinned.

  “It definitely is. Colby, I don’t think she needs her bra or panties anymore. Mind removing them?” Eric held her still as Colby stepped close. He hooked his fingers into her panties first, sliding them slowly down her legs as Eric held her in place by her hair. When Colby was crouched near the floor his breath moved across her thigh, just to the side of her mound and she wanted to plead for him to touch her again, to make her come, but he just lifted each of her heels from the floor to remove the panties.

  “I want to taste you so badly, but I don’t think you’ve earned it.” Colby’s words were like a direct shot of arousal into her lower belly, because it was all she had been able to picture when he had practically knelt in front of her on the dance floor. Standing, he deftly unhooked her bra with one hand and smiled as he slid it from her shoulders. For a moment Colby stared at her with such intensity that she was too tense to breathe, but then he stepped back and she couldn’t ignore how much she wanted to feel him touching her. “Where do you want her?”

  “I think I have an idea, and it will work well with the consequences we’ll deliver.”

  “Think there will be a lot of those?” Colby asked.

  “There always were. It’s why this was always one of my favorite games.” Eric’s glee was completely on display as he pushed her past Colby, dragging her by her hair as she bent at the waist trying to ease the strain. A second later she was pushed down over one of the workbenches. It was only about two feet wide, and when her thighs were pressed to the edge it meant her head had to hang down on the other side. “Hey, Colby, grab the first aid kit for me.”

  “That’s a nice scare tactic, Eric.” Megan laughed a bit, but when his hand landed on her bare ass in a hard series of spanks that left her shifting her weight from foot to foot, she bit her tongue.

  “It’s not a scare tactic, Megan. Now do not move, I’ll be right back.” She heard Eric move away from her and she tried to get comfortable lying across the workbench. The wood was worn smooth by years of use and she wasn’t worried about splinters, but she was well aware of just how completely exposed she was bent over – and both of the guys were behind her with a full view of her rear end.

  “Do I get to know what the first aid kit is for?” Colby asked.

  “Sure. I found some rope, but it’s pretty coarse and I’d like to not send Megan home with a bunch of rope burns to explain to people. The gauze will protect her skin.” Eric’s hand landed hard on her ass again and she yelped. “See, Megan? Not a scare tactic. Now spread your legs wide, we’re going to tie you up.”

  “Yes, sir.” The words escaped her again and she felt the familiar flutter in her stomach at their use. For a moment she wondered if she should be addressing the both of them at the same time, but then she felt hands at her ankles pulling her legs apart. First the right leg, stretched until it was almost uncomfortable, and then one of them was wrapping gauze around her ankle and tying it off.

  “Watch me, Colby, you’re going to do her other ankle.” Eric’s voice was powerful even as he spoke to his friend, and then there was a muttered conversation that she had trouble following because she was too busy trying to keep her balance in the heels. As the rope pulled tight she felt Eric’s hand run up the inside of her leg, and then he sighed. “Heels off. She won’t be stable enough.”

  “I got this one.” Colby answered, and then the two of them had her heels off in moments and Colby was replicating the gauze and rope on her other ankle as Eric tightened the first one. When they were done she was completely exposed and forced to put her weight on the workbench because her legs were so far apart.

  “Megan?”

  “What?” She answered instinctively, and then she felt the hard spank of Eric’s hand on her ass. She corrected with a wince, “Yes, sir?”

  “I’m giving you a rule that you are to keep your heels flat on the floor. Every time you lift your heels from the floor the consequence is that I’ll add five to your punishment. Understand?” Eric’s voice was filled with the self-satisfied smugness of a proud Dom and it made butterflies flood her stomach even as a nervous energy settled into her skin.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Give me your belt, Colby.” Eric’s voice was a command, but Colby wasn’t ready.

  “Huh? You want my belt?” He asked, and Eric sighed.

  “Yes, you have a regular belt because you’re a slob and wore jeans to the reunion. I’ve got a dress belt, which isn’t right for what I have in mind. That means I want your belt. If you’re not a dick and you hand it over, I’ll teach you how to use it properly.”

  Megan heard the jingling of the belt’s fixtures behind her, and then the snap of leather popping against itself. The sound sent a rush of wetness between her thighs, and she instinctively tested the rope at her ankles. Even through the gauze she could feel how rough it was and she was grateful that Eric had thought ahead. “This is a nice view,” Colby commented.

  “Absolutely. Now, Megan, keep your hands on the edge of the table and out of the way, and remember – heels on the floor.” Eric had barely finished speaking when the first strike landed across both ass cheeks in a flash of pain that had her wincing and pushing up onto the balls of her feet. Eric laughed behind her as she slammed her heels back to the floor with an inward curse.

  “Disobedient already, Megster?” Colby tsk’ed her as Eric laid another lash across her ass cheeks and this time she just whined, but forced herself to keep position. “Whoa, it’s crazy how fast the lines show up.”

  “It’s pretty, isn’t it?” Eric spoke softly, and Colby murmured an assent as Eric delivered a rapid series of lashes with the belt that felt like lines of fiery bruises layering atop each other. It had Megan quickly crying out and pushing up off the table. Her hands moved back to cover her ass, and she heard Eric’s growl of disapproval as he had just pulled back for another lash. “What did I tell you, Megan?”

  “You said to keep my hands on the table, but it hurts, dammit!”

  “I know it hurts, Megan, do you want me to stop?” His voice was playfully calm and patient, and she took a breath to let the heat and ache in her skin settle. As she did a mental self-check it became clear that it wasn’t as bad as she had originally thought. The pain was fading fast, and while there was a heat le
ft in her skin it was focusing between her thighs to leave her more aroused than ever. It was always hard to take the pain, but it was worth the reward, the after-effect of the endorphins and the adrenaline and the satisfaction of having pleased him.

  Or both of them in this case.

  “No, sir,” Megan mumbled.

  “Holy shit, that’s hot.” Colby laughed and then she felt his hands squeezing the round of her ass, his fingers pinching the red welts left by the belt until she was squirming with the attempt to stay still.

  “Good girl. Now watch, Colby, it’s important not to let the end of the belt wrap too far around her sides.” Eric landed the next lash of the belt where her ass met her thighs and she howled despite the break. Her heels slammed back to the floor, and Eric instantly chastised her, “I said heels on the floor.”

  “I’m sorry, sir!” She spoke louder, but he still rained a rapid series of belt lashes across the tender skin of her ass and thighs until she was gripping the edge of the table tightly and her eyes were stinging with early tears. “Please!”

  “Please what, Megan? You want Colby to use the belt? Is that what you want?” Eric’s voice was taunting, and someone’s hand slid between her thighs. She was soaking wet as fingers spread her open and traced down the slick slit of her pussy. “You can’t pretend you don’t like this, Megan. You’re as wet as you ever were when I used to catch you in the forest and pin you to the ground. Do you remember that, Megan? When I would grab you and throw you to the ground, yank your shorts off and push your legs apart to take you?”

  “Fuck, yes! Please?!” Megan couldn’t focus. Not with Eric’s fingers teasing her by dipping in and out of her wetness, and not with the onslaught of memories he was bringing up. How many nights had she touched herself remembering how Eric would cover her mouth to keep her quiet with his first thrust inside her? How often had she remembered the way his fingers would bruise her hips and thighs – and dreamed of having it again?