His gaze locked with hers, unyielding, penetrating and suddenly she found herself wanting to acquiesce to his demands. She had fought his control all these weeks without realizing that was what she was doing. It had felt like a betrayal of Martine to want him. But desire him is exactly what she had done. And it was why she had stayed away from him. Until now. She couldn't lie to him.

  "I'm not made to be a domme. Martine trained me, but it does not come naturally to me. I wouldn't have been content to continue in this role forever. I know that now."

  He nodded. "I think you've known it all along. And I think Tad knows it as well." He stepped back. "Very well. Assume the position and we will begin. If that's what you want. Do you want my help?"

  Slowly, she found herself kneeling. Truth be told, she did want him. And she knew Tad wanted him as well. She clasped her hands behind her back. "Yes, I want your help. At least I think I do."

  "And you?" He turned to Tad.

  "Yes, Master. I will submit to you."

  "We'll see. We have a lot to learn about each other. From now on, you may call me Master Con when we are in private, and Con when we are in public. You've both gone a long time without structure. Do you understand?"

  "Yes, Master Con," they said in unison.

  "Martine spoke well of you both. She was concerned for your welfare. She was a long-time friend of mine and just as you promised obedience to her wishes, I promised to be certain you were content and well cared for."

  Aurora looked up at him. She wanted to fight the feelings building inside her. Wanted to, but found herself falling beneath his spell. He turned to look down at her.

  "You wish to say something, Aurora?"

  "She confided in you about us. But she never told us anything about you. How do we know you're speaking the truth and aren't just trying to wheedle your way into getting control of this club?"

  "Because I've said it is so. You will learn to trust me. And that foundation must begin tonight."

  "You have patience, that's certain, or you wouldn't have been coming here for months now, trying to get to know this place. Why should we trust you?" She rose to her feet to face him. "Prove it."

  "Aurora--" Tad began.

  "Silence," Con demanded. "So, you are defiant and suspicious. Martine warned me about that. And I came here each night not to study "the place" but to study you."

  "So?" She lifted her chin.

  "So, it's time to do something about your attitude. And then maybe you'll understand. You've gone too long without a strong hand." He walked over to her until his mouth was within inches of hers. "And tonight is just the beginning. Show me to your apartments. I want to see what you have at hand. I know what you need." She trembled at his last words. He took her arm and whirled her around toward the door. "Up, Tad. Let's go. It's time for you both to put the past to rest and look toward the future."

  Chapter 4

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  He could have given them Martine's letters and it would have gone a long way toward their acceptance of him. But something held him back. He wanted them to trust him without Martine's persuasion. He wanted them on his terms.

  Aurora was defiant and would fight him, testing his dominance. Tad was ready to melt at his feet already, but she was going to take taming. He liked that about her. He liked the challenge.

  He'd watched her for two months, studied every move and, of course, Martine, had shared much of her knowledge. But he had to learn for himself. Her relationship with Martine was different than the one she would know with him.

  She was beautiful, a stunning creature. Had he been anyone else he would have mistaken her for a dominatrix, but he wasn't. He knew her nature although she tried to hide it from him. She was afraid and it would take time to make those walls she had built around herself crumble.

  He stepped into the inner sanctum that had heretofore been the private lair of Mistress Martine. He surveyed the room, the wall of monitors that now exhibited empty rooms below, the well-ordered black desk and filing cabinets at the left side of the room, the thick crimson and gold oriental carpet that covered the hardwood floor. And the chair poised before the monitors.

  He still held her arm, the skin silky soft and supple, but hard muscle beneath. "I take it this is the office." He released her and walked over to the chair. He ran a hand across the smooth rosewood surface, then turned to look at her. "This is where you watch."

  He saw the mutiny in her eyes and for long moments they stared at each other, dueling for control.

  "Yes," was her short answer to him.

  Tad walked into the room carrying her costume that he had relieved her of earlier. He dropped it onto the desk, then fell to his knees.

  Con wheeled the chair around and pointed to it. "Sit, Aurora. You like to watch, so now you'll get your chance."

  "What are you talking about?"

  "I don't think Tad is so reluctant to accept a new master. You can watch."

  He saw her toss her hair back over her shoulder defiantly. "What if I refuse?"

  He saw the telltale glistening on her thighs and her puffy pussy lips. Her nipples were tight, rosy buds. "Your body says differently. You've been waiting for this all along. Look at Tad." He pointed toward the kneeling sub. "His cock is so hard he's begging to be eased and it won't take much to do so. Are you going to let him continue to suffer because of your own pride?"

  He saw her swiftly glance at Tad and an expression of shame crossed her face. She turned back to him and stalked across the room and sat in the chair, staring straight ahead.

  Con walked over to the desk and dragged the laces from her corset. He opened a desk drawer, rummaged through and brought out a pair of scissors. He then proceeded to cut the corset laces into even lengths. When he was done, he turned back to her.

  "What are you doing? You've just destroyed a very expensive costume," she blurted out.

  "Put your hands on the arms of the chair."

  When she didn't respond, he grabbed the first one and placed it firmly on the sturdy cloth-covered wooden arm and then proceeded to tie it in place, not tight enough to cut off her circulation, but enough to hold her firmly. As long as she didn't struggle, she would be fine. Then he moved to the next. "Mistress Martine told me you like to be confined, that it helped you with your submission. Is that true?"

  Her eyes were storm clouds, swirling and angry. "Sometimes."

  He leaned down and pulled one of her legs wide and anchored it to the leg of the chair. "Only sometimes? I think you're prevaricating." He tied her other ankle, then stood to gaze down at her. "I think you want this. That you've missed it. Now you can watch. And we'll see how unmoved you remain. We'll see how long it takes for you to ask me to fuck you. How long before you come." He turned to look at Tad, who waited quietly, head bent. He could feel his tension, his concern for Aurora, yet he didn't try to interfere. "In the meantime, I'll enjoy playing with Tad while you stew in your juices, so to speak."

  "You wish," she muttered.

  God, she was magnificent. He leaned forward and twined a hand into her hair. "No, I think you wish and you want to test me. Don't worry, I'm up to the challenge. And you know it. You've been mine since the minute Martine offered you to me. And you've known it since the moment I walked into this club." He wanted to fuck her right this minute, to make her scream with pleasure, but not just yet. He leaned down and put his mouth close to her ear. "You know your safe word. Feel free to use it at any time. Martine told me the word, so I will recognize it, if you choose to use it."

  Martine had also told him Aurora had never used it in all the time they had been together. If she had not wanted him here, she could have thrown the card back in his face on the dance floor when he had handed it to her. She could have refused to bring him up here to their private sanctum, and she hadn't.

  She wanted this, but she was afraid to accept that it was right. She needed help in understanding her position and her submission to him. He released her and walked away. "Thinking about having you both these last two months has had me horny as hell and right now I'm going to receive some relief." He walked over to Tad. "Are you ready to offer me some relief, boy?"

  Tad slowly lifted his head to look at Con. He could see the desire swirling in his eyes. He was practically drooling with the need to be taken. "Yes, Master. I'm afraid tonight you won't find me as difficult as Aurora."

  "But you've waited for her. She's the one who has held back."

  "We both loved Mistress Martine very much. It's been particularly hard on Aurora."

  Con glanced back at Aurora, again studying her for a long time. "Would she prefer a woman? Is that the problem? Does she balk at being dominated by a man?"

  She glared at him across the room, her mouth set in a firm, mutinous straight line of determination.

  "No," Tad said. "I don't think it's that. She made a promise to Mistress Martine and she's afraid of letting her down."

  He turned back to look down at Tad. "And you?"

  He saw a look of sadness cross his expression. "I loved her, too. But it's been two years and Martine wouldn't have wanted us to simply exist. I think she would have wanted us to be happy. Mistress knew us best and if she sent you, that's good enough for me. It's just harder for Aurora. She'll come around."

  "Don't speak for me, Tad. I can answer for myself."

  Con could feel her flames of anger arc across the room. She wanted to submit, but she must be coaxed. First he would make her watch as he made love to Tad, and then he would put her through her paces.

  "You're too stubborn to admit it," Tad yelled at her. "Somebody has to watch out for you, too. Master Con can do that. I've tried to tell you, but you refused to listen. You want what's gone, but we can't go on like this. We loved her and she knew that, but she's gone. And we have to go on living."

  Con saw her curl her fingers into fists, watched as an array of emotions crossed her face. Yet, again, she managed to gain her control. That was something she was going to need to lose before the end of the night. Before he left them, she would understand exactly what she needed and that he could provide it.

  He turned back to Tad, who had tears glittering in his eyes. He reached down to cup his face, lifting it toward him as he lowered his head. His lips fastened on Tad's and his tongue penetrated his mouth. He tasted his sigh of pleasure. He pressed the kiss deeper, pushing Tad back onto the soft carpet and came over him, bearing down on him. He liked male flesh just as much as female, for different reasons, and Tad's was firm and appetizing.

  He felt Tad's arms come up around him. He lifted his head to gaze down at him. He was just as beautiful as Aurora, hard male flesh, firm muscular torso. He leaned down to suck on a flat, distended nipple. He tasted hot, could feel his hard cock pressing against his own needy prick. He reached down and undid his pants, pushing them quickly down his body. Tad's hands were at his and did the same. Then Tad pushed off his vest and ripped his shirt over his head, tossing it across the room.

  Con turned his head and saw the shirt had landed within inches of Aurora's feet. Her gaze was focused on the black silk shirt, then turned to the men grinding together on the carpet. He saw the desire flood her expression. Her toes curled and her body tightened as she fought the rising desire. He turned his attention back to the man beneath him.

  "Where's the lube. Get it now because I'm going to fuck you like you've never had it before. Do you want that, Tad?" He rolled to the side and Tad rose to his feet and padded into the other room. It didn't take long before he was back with a tube clutched in one hand and several small packets in the other. He dropped to his knees and held out his offerings to his new Master.

  Chapter 5

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  Con accepted the gifts and set them on the desk. He looked over at Aurora, whose eyes had turned dark as she watched. He sat motionless as a panther on the prowl as he took in the sight of her pussy glistening with her juices, breasts prominent and tantalizing him with their upthrust beauty. But she was far from ready to accept him. He turned his attention back to the hard, young buck who needed a good ride.

  "On your knees facing the pretty, rebellious submissive waiting for the show to begin." Tad promptly did as directed, pushing his ass high in the air. "Keep watching her," he instructed. "I want her to see your pleasure, to know what she's missing. How it feels to be so empty it hurts, knowing her lover is filled to capacity."

  "Aurora--" Tad began in an apologetic tone.

  "No. She's made her choice."

  He squirted the lube into Tad's tight hole, then more into his hands. He pressed a finger to his opening, pushed past the tight ring of muscle, felt him open and accept his thick finger. He heard Tad sigh with pleasure. He had a nice ass and he watched as his ass muscles tightened and then relaxed, just as his colon did. He added another finger and Tad groaned, pushing back against Con.

  His own cock grew harder at the thought of his impending penetration. He needed it hard, fast, and deep, and it was better to give Tad his demands, because Aurora was going to take time and patience. For two months he'd gone without, thinking of this couple and of the stories Martine had told him. Wanting them. Martine had prepared him well, primed him to accept them, to desire them for himself. Maybe that was the reason he had stayed away for so long.

  Little did they know that he had succumbed to her once long ago. She was a very persuasive lady and it hadn't taken much to bring him around. He had served as her sub for several years before moving on, yet they had kept in close correspondence over the years. She knew him as well, if not better, than anyone. And he felt her loss as deeply as her subs did. One day, if all went well, he would explain about his relationship with Martine and give them the letters. He had loved her and knew the pain of loss. That she had entrusted him with her submissive lovers said more than any words of her respect and love for him as well.

  He looked up to see Aurora's eyes filled with lust as she watched Con prepare her lover to accept him. He kept his eyes on her as he used his other hand to stroke Tad's prick. His pre-cum dripped and Con spread it over the tip and down his length. He cupped his balls and Tad let out a groan deep in his throat. Aurora's eyes dilated, her chest rose and fell rapidly as she watched them.

  He pulled his fingers from inside Tad's channel and slapped him hard on one of his cheeks. Tad shuddered and groaned.

  "God, if you keep that up, I'm going to come right now. It's been too long."

  "You won't come until I give you permission. Do you understand?"

  He nodded. "Yes, Master."

  Con slapped him again on the other side. The muscles in his ass tightened. Con quickly sheathed himself with a condom and poised his prick at the entrance to his anus. He slapped him again and again until his cheeks were reddened and Tad squirmed helplessly beneath him. Con smoothed his hands over the heated flesh. Tad had dropped his head forward as he tried to fight the overwhelming sensations.

  "Look at Aurora. Keep your eyes on her."

  He could see Aurora breathing from where he was poised behind Tad. Her knuckles were white as she watched them. Surprise shot through him when he saw that his shirt was now curled beneath her toes and she was unconsciously kneading the cloth with her digits. Somehow she had moved the chair just that fraction in order to gain access to it. Inwardly he smiled at what he considered an indication of her preparation to submit to him.

  She wasn't looking at him, but at his cock as he prepared to possess her lover for the first time.

  "You know what it feels like to be penetrated by him, don't you, Aurora. How good it feels to be opened and filled." He shifted in about an inch. "That exquisite sensation of possession, opened by a man's cock. When was the last time you were penetrated by a dominant man?"

  She shook her head, but said nothing. Her toes curled tighter into his shirt.

  "It's been a long time, hasn't it? Will you growl the way Tad's growling? He wants it and he's not ashamed of begging for it. What about you?"

  Sweat now sheened her body as she fought against her feelings. Against the need to submit to him. He penetrated another inch into Tad and the man shuddered, pushed back, trying to make Con penetrate completely. Con gripped his hips and stopped his movements. "At my speed, not yours, sub." Tad stopped moving, but continued to tremble beneath him like a young, untried stallion. Con smoothed a hand across his reddened ass and he stiffened beneath him. He brought his hand down hard and Tad shuddered and groaned.

  "Please, Master. Oh, God, I'm going to come. Fuck me, please."

  He pulled out instead and swirled over his puckered opening, then watched as the plumed, engorged head disappeared once again. He began with short thrusts, never deepening his penetration more than an inch before retreating once again. Watching Aurora, feeling Tad's lust build into a frenzy of need, and Con controlled them both, both of their desires, their needs. Like marionettes, he held the strings.

  Aurora was now chanting to herself. He could see her lips forming the words--no, no, no. He saw her pussy spasm and her juices dripped from her cunt onto the chair. It wouldn't be much longer before her defenses crumbled.

  Tad was moaning beneath him, but the word coming from his lips was yes. Over and over again. Con brushed a hand over his heated ass. They were close, so close. His own climax wasn't far behind. Just a little longer.

  * * * *

  Aurora watched them. It felt like she was in a fever. A fever of lust, of need. Her body was one mass of desire, like gelatin, fluid and quivering with the need for these men to touch her.

  She watched and the fire built as she saw the size of Con's cock as it was positioned at Tad's opening. She watched as it disappeared into his opening, filling him, the way she wanted to be filled. It could have been her if she had been less defiant. Instead, she was confined to a chair, empty and wanting. She could use her safe word, but that had never been her way. And she wouldn't use it now.