Blake, Abby - Maya's Masters [Viper's Dungeon 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Abby Blake

area. But a quick glimpse of the people around her proved that they weren’t the only ones touching each other. She didn’t even realize she was caressing Cam’s arm and had her other hand wrapped tightly around Derek’s bicep until the woman on the St. Andrew’s Cross released a low, keening cry and shook with orgasm. Her body undulated against her bonds, but her Dom continued to flog her with the leather strips, the blows coming harder and faster, their placement making the same parts of Maya tingle in response.
    And then the Dom concentrated the blows between the woman’s legs, the leather strips hitting her again and again. She stiffened, a scream escaping her mouth as a second more violent orgasm rushed through her. Maya trembled in reaction to the woman’s obvious enjoyment. Realizing her visceral response was obvious to anyone who’d cared to look, she ducked her head wishing she could find a hole to crawl into. All this time she’d been denying her fascination with the lifestyle she’d only been lying to herself. Derek and Viper had seen what she’d tried to hide. Hell, even Cam, who probably knew less about BDSM than she did, had seen her true nature.
    Cam and Derek both stroked her through her clothes, their touches obviously meant as comfort but instead keeping her desire simmering on high. She tried to turn away, surprised and maybe a little ashamed by her response. She would have been appalled at the Dom’s behavior under different circumstances.
    But Cam held her tight, and Derek leaned in closer to press a soft kiss to her lips. “Watch,” he whispered as he pulled away. Unwilling to cause a scene, and maybe a little curious about what would happen next, Maya tried instead to control her own trembling.
    The Dom put the flogger down and turned his attention to the woman’s bonds. He undid her arms, and they fell forward seemingly boneless. The man lifted them onto his shoulders, pressed a soft kiss to the woman’s lips, and signaled for the dungeon monitor’s assistance. The intimidating man stepped over to the cross and released the rest of the submissive’s bonds. She fell forward into her Dom’s embrace, and he lifted her into his arms. He held her close as he thanked the dungeon monitor and then took a seat in a huge leather armchair toward the back wall.
    Maya watched as he wrapped a blanket around the woman’s exhausted form and rocked her as he spoke.
    “He’s telling her how much she’s pleased him and how proud he is of her,” Derek said as Maya tried to imagine being in the same position. In her marriage she’d learned to rely on herself—both because of her husband’s long absences with the Navy and his unpredictable mood swings later on—but she couldn’t help wonder what it would feel like to be that exhausted and be able to trust someone enough to let them take care of her.
    The thought doused a little cold water over her arousal. Essentially that’s what it all came down to. Could she trust someone enough to give over control completely? She’d trusted her husband in the beginning of their marriage, and it hadn’t taken long for him to prove he hadn’t really been worthy of it. She barely knew Derek—the real Derek—and had only just met Cam. Why was she even thinking about this?

Chapter Three

    Derek felt the exact moment they lost her. Maya had been sweet and pliant in their arms one moment, and stiff and unyielding the next. He glanced at Cam, realized he’d noticed the change too, and considered calling the whole thing off. If Maya truly didn’t want to acknowledge her submissive side, who was he to push the point?
    But it was Cam’s action that surprised him. He turned Maya in his arms, threaded his hand through her hair, and kissed her almost violently. After a moment’s resistance, Maya melted into his embrace, all evidence of her tension gone in mere moments.
    When she was once again shaking in reaction, Cam released her lips and smiled at her.