Chapter 12

Colette let out a slow breath, trying to wrestle her libido under control.

Landon wore matte black leather pants and a black t-shirt that hugged every muscle of his chest and shoulders. It wasn't the head-to-toe leather look of a leather Dom, but those pants were making her mouth water.

She wanted to feel the leather against her skin as he turned her over his knee for a spanking.

Merde.

Colette closed her eyes, swallowing hard against the need that clawed up her throat.

She wanted to submit. The club wasn't even open yet, there were no active scenes, and yet she was already fighting the urge, the need, to scene.

It would feel desperately good to give in, and give up control, if only for an hour or two.

"Oh, are you Master Landon's?" Kitten asked, her attention bouncing between them.

"No," they said in tandem.

Colette had no right to be annoyed that he'd said no, when she'd done the same.

"Thief?" Rolf asked, looking at her.

"That's fine." Though she didn't like the name, she liked that Landon had suggested it.

That thought, more of a realization, had her wincing internally.

"I'll make her a name necklace. Like we're swingers!" Kitten declared.

"Not right now, Kitten." Rolf set the small bag he held down on top of the bar.

Kitten, Baby, and Toy shifted, something in each of them changing.

Kitten dipped her chin, her hands down and loose at her sides. Baby shook back her hair, her chin raised and almost defiant. She was breathing fast, her breasts swelling against and threatening to spill over the top of the corset. Toy leaned back against the bar, elbows braced on the top.

Rolf methodically opened the bag, taking out a black towel, black gloves, a tube, and finally three butt plugs.

Colette blinked, glancing from the plugs to the club subs and back.

Once he had everything laid out to his satisfaction, Rolf stepped back from bar, turning to face his subs.

And that's when Rolf changed.

The stiff, staid man she'd come to think of as controlled and cool melted away. Rolf lowered his chin, tipping his head one way, then the other, before rolling his shoulders, like a boxer prepping to enter the ring.

When he looked up, the cold control was gone. Rolf's gaze was hot and possessive as it swept over the subs. A small smile curved his mouth.

When he moved, it was so fast that Colette jumped back, barely stopping a shriek of surprise.

Rolf's hand fisted Baby's hair, jerking her forward against his chest. Unlike Landon, he was wearing a leather vest, and it was a good thing, because otherwise Baby's nails would have left him bloody.

She clawed at his leather vest, and Rolf let her. At least for a few moments.

Using his hold on her hair, he forced her head back. Rolf bent and placed an open-mouth kiss on her pulse point, just above the collar.

Baby's hands fell away, dangling loosely at her sides.

Using the hold on her hair, Rolf put Baby on her knees, his big body crouching to follow her down. She didn't resist until he started to force her to bend forward.

Rolf reached back with his free hand and spanked her. Hard. The music had stopped, and the sound echoed.

Colette's stomach went tight with desire, and her pussy felt slick and hot. Inside the corset, her nipples were diamond-hard.

Rolf spanked Baby again, ignoring her soft cries of protest, and forced her down until she wasn't just on her hands and knees, but her forehead touched the floor, her ass in the air.

Rolf unceremoniously hooked the back of her underwear with two fingers and yanked them down around her upper thighs.

Colette retreated another step, but this time her back hit something.

She knew instantly that the warm wall of muscle was Landon, and his body pressed to hers only made her current arousal situation worse.

"Scared?" Landon murmured. "If you lied about your experience..."

"I'm not scared," she snapped.

"You're trying to get away."

"I'm…"

I'm trying to distance myself so that need and desire don't cause me to do something stupid.

Something like turn around, kneel before you, and beg you to scene with me.

Beg you to let me give you control of my body.

Beg you make me feel even more safe than I do every time you're near.

"I'm staying out of the way."

"Sure."

The smirk in his voice irritated her enough that she was able to take a few deep breaths and beat back the throbbing urge to submit.

Rolf went to the bar, putting on two black medical gloves before grabbing the lube and a plug.

Colette knew she should look away—not because it was rude to watch. No, if they hadn't been meant to watch, Rolf would have done this in private. She should look away, because watching someone else get their ass plugged was only going to make her want to feel her own bottom full and stretched.

Without thinking, she leaned back into Landon.

Rolf took a knee, then looked pointedly at Toy. The male sub walked over and dropped to his hands and knees. Rolf rested the plug on his back, then popped the lid of the tube.

Rolf dribbled thick, clear lube on the first two fingers of his right hand. He paused, then lubed his ring finger too.

Colette must have made a noise, because Landon's lips brushed her hair. "Three fingers too much?"

It took everything she had not to reply. Or to react, when his hands curled loosely around her forearms.

She wanted his hands tight around her wrists.

Rolf put the tube of lube on Toy's back, then used his non-lubed hand to spread Baby's ass cheeks. He bent, examining her rear entrance, and a shiver of sympathetic embarrassment and arousal worked its way down Colette's body.

Landon's fingers tightened fractionally on her arms.

Rolf slipped one finger into Baby's ass. She moaned loudly, her hips pressing back to take his finger even deeper. There was a slick, sloppy sound as Rolf fucked her ass for several moments before adding a second finger.

He went slower now, working the thickness of two fingers in a twisting motion. Soon Baby was rocking forward and back in time with his thrusts.

"You're going to take a third finger in your ass tonight, aren't you?" Rolf said in a low, rumbling voice.

"Yes, Master Rolf," she panted.

"Then you're going to take a nice fat plug in your ass, so every time you move, you'll feel it."

"Thank you, Master."

Baby cried out when Rolf added the third finger to her ass. She shifted away from him, but he grabbed her by the back of the neck, pinning her in place as he stretched her anus around his fingers.

He was slow but relentless, until his fingers were in her up to the center knuckle. Baby's anus was a tight ring of flesh around the black gloves.

"Does it hurt?" Rolf asked.

"A little, Master."

He released her neck to stroke her hair. "Good."

Rolf withdrew his fingers, Baby's ass clenching rhythmically on nothing. Rolf quickly lubed the plug and slid it into Baby. It was short but thick, with a wider than normal base—clearly designed for longer-term wear.

Colette expected him to pull up Baby's panties and help her up, but that would have been the actions of the cold, calm Agent Rolf Pederson, not Master Rolf.

Master Rolf stripped off his gloves and surged to his feet. He reached down and grabbed Baby, first helping her to stand, then lifting her by the waist and plopping her down on the bar. She was a plus-size woman, and that was an awkward way to lift someone, but Rolf did it with ease.

In the next breath he pulled her panties, which were loose around her legs, off. He forced her knees apart and stepped between her spread thighs. Rolf gripped her by the hair and pulled her in for a hot, wet kiss.

Colette doubted all he was doing was kissing her, given the way she moaned against his mouth and arched her back. His free hand was hidden between their bodies, and Colette suspected he was fingering her pussy.

Colette's own pussy was slick with need as her imagination pictured Rolf's fingers thrusting into Baby's vagina, his thumb circling her clit.

And when that mental image switched, and she pictured herself on the bar, Landon between her legs, she had to close her eyes and hold her breath to keep from moaning in need.

But her self-control wasn't perfect.

Colette leaned hard into Landon, almost pushing him, but he didn't move, remaining hard and solid at her back.

It was something, but not enough.

Ignoring the warning bells ringing somewhere in the back of her mind, she slid her arms up, until his hands weren't gripping her forearms, but her wrists.

He tightened his hold, manacling her wrists with his hands.

Yes, yes, yes. This. More of this.

A sigh of pleasure and relief escaped her, and she knew he heard it.

At the bar, Rolf broke the kiss and stepped back. He licked his fingers, confirming what Colette had suspected he was doing.

"Ice cube," Rolf demanded, and Naughty passed him a single ice cube.

Baby screamed when he rubbed it over her clit, but though her thighs trembled, she didn't close them. When there was only a sliver left, he slid the ice cube into Baby's pussy, pushing it deep with one finger.

"You're so beautiful like this." Rolf stroked Baby's inner thighs as he praised her.

Baby spread her thighs even wider, silently offering him her pussy. "Thank you, Master."

"You're going to stay right like this while I plug the others, aren't you?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good girl."

The club Colette was trained in was in Germany, but the lingua franca of the club was English. Which meant that for Colette, English was the language of kink, and hearing a Dom say, "good girl," even if it wasn't to her, caused a reaction.

"When you submit, are you a good girl?" Landon's lips brushed her hair as he spoke. "Or are you a brat, like Baby was at the beginning?"

"I've seen brattier," she shot back, but her voice was breathy.

"So have I." Landon pulled her wrists back, until her hands were alongside his hips. She flatted her palms against the warm leather of his pants.

His erection was a noticeable bulge against the top of her ass, even with the leather pants between them.

"You told Andrei you can be a good girl." Landon's lips slid along her temple. "Are you going to be my good girl?"

Landon's question rattled around in her head, but she was saved from answering by Toy's long, low moan.

He was still on his hands and knees on the floor, Rolf now beside him. Rolf had on fresh gloves and was once more fucking a sub's rear entrance with his fingers. He was rougher with Toy, pounding two fingers into the other man's ass so hard Toy lurched forward with each thrust.

The plug was different too, with a bulge on one side of the otherwise smooth taper. Probably a prostate stimulator.

Once the plug was in place, Rolf shifted the string of the thong back into place between Toy's ass cheeks. When Toy stood, a slight widening of his ass crack where the base of the plug was made it very obvious to anyone who cared to look that Toy's ass was full.

Finally Rolf turned to Kitten. She hadn't moved as the others were plugged, and still stood with her head down, hands at her sides.

Rolf patted Baby's bare thigh, where the other sub still sat on the bar, legs spread. "Come here, Kitten."

Kitten walked over, and without further instructions bent over, laying her cheek on Baby's thigh, her hands clasped together behind her back. Rolf quickly connected her cuffs with a small latch that had been hidden by fluffy fur, so now her bound wrists rested on the small of her back.

Rolf eased down her panties, stroking the curve of her ass with his bare hand before pulling on fresh gloves.

He was slow and gentle with Kitten, the hand not working to penetrate her ass constantly touching and stroking her. Rolf's lips were moving, probably praising Kitten, but Colette couldn't hear what he was saying.

Her own breathing and heartbeat were too loud, muting almost all other sounds. The one thing she could hear was Landon's heavy breaths behind her. She could hear them, and feel them against her temple, the same way she felt his chest against her back and his cock against her ass.

She flexed her fingers against his hips, and his breath caught.

Knowing even that small touch affected him made her feel powerful, even as she yearned to give up all control.

Rolf eased a plug into Kitten's ass, not stopping even when she danced up on her toes and made a sweet whimpering sound.

"Every other club sub has a plug in their ass," Landon whispered. "Shall I put you over my knee and plug you, too?"

Yes. Please.

And then what?

Then every time she moved, she'd be reminded who she belonged to for the night.

Then, when she was done working for the night, she'd kneel for him and submit her body and mind to his control.

And when the scene was done, they'd…go back to the mildly antagonistic relationship?

What if he took advantage of the scene to try and get information out of her?

"No."

Colette tried to pull her wrists free. For a moment he held her in place, making it more than clear that she couldn't get away unless he let her go.

But he released her, and Colette stumbled forward several steps.

Everyone looked over. Toy, Baby, and Kitten were all standing, Baby's underwear back in place. Each of them had a soft, floaty look on their face that Colette envied.

"Colette."

Landon's voice made her twitch, but she refused to turn around. She couldn't control her face however, and screwed her eyes closed, her mouth twisting as she fought the sudden urge to cry.

"Fine." The sound of his retreating footsteps hammered into her. It was a relief when the music started up again, drowning out all other sound.