Page 67 of Sweet Little Spies

“We’ll be what you need tonight,” Aidan vowed.

Carys took a long breath and let go of her tension. If theywere willing to try, she was, too. “Then lead on, Sirs. Your sub is ready toplay.”

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Tristan was deeply aware of the eyes on him as he steppedonto the main stage. There was a group of unfamiliar faces standing at thefront, the regulars giving way to the new trainees. Gabriel Lodge ran thetraining class and shared the main job of actually running the club with thefounding members.

“If you don’t mind talking a bit about what you’re doing, Iknow the trainees would appreciate it. It’s their first night in the club,”Gabriel had told him before he’d led Carys on stage.

Aidan had gone ahead, testing the equipment for the tenthtime. Aidan would always be thorough.

“Find your place while we get things ready, love,” he saidto his sub.

His fucking gorgeous sub. Just being here with her sent himinto top space. Knowing everything was in the open now did something for him,too. He was in charge. Aidan could top Carys, but he topped them both. Theywere his.

It sent a savage sense of satisfaction through him.

Carys moved to the center of the stage, lowering herselfgracefully to her knees, her legs spread and head down, palms up on her thighs.

He could eat her up, but first he was going to give her areason to go wild. Carys was restrained, disciplined, emotionally reasonable.She needed to let go and scream, needed a safe place to vent her rage.

Then he would remind her there was a safe place to put herpassion, too.

He moved to the center of the stage where he’d assembled themetal frame structure he intended to use to torment his sub this evening. Aidanhad moved to her side, but he didn’t sink to his knees.

He might never feel the need, and that was fine withTristan. They weren’t going to be restrained by the relationships they’d seenbefore. His fathers topped his mom, and neither would ever give up the dominantposition, so they shared it. There were other threesomes, though, where therewas a clear top and the other man in the threesome was a sub.

They would find their own way. Aidan could float betweenroles or choose to simply be a Dom and Tristan would make space for him.

“Welcome to the trainees,” Tristan said. “I’m MasterTristan, and this is Master Aidan and our lovely submissive, Carys. Tonightwe’re going to show you how to properly frustrate the hell out of your sub. Bythe way, Carys, we’re on stage and we’re now in high protocol.”

Her head came up, eyes going big. “High protocol?”

Aidan snorted. “She’s going to be fun tonight.”

She was going to behave precisely as he’d planned she would.“Yes, love, high protocol, and that’s the only warning I’m going to give you.You’re going to follow our commands or there will be punishments. Of course ifthis seems too much for you, there’s always a way out. My sub can say her safeword and then someone else will run a scene for you tonight.”

Carys’s head dropped back down.

Tristan leaned over and kissed the nape of her neck thenstraightened. “So now she’s made her choice, and we can move forward. She hasto make the choice every moment we’re playing. Any time she chooses, we stop,but I’m sure Gabe will go over consent with you. So let’s move on to the partwhere I make her crazy. There will be times when a simple spanking is all yoursub needs, but other times you need a framework to build the tension, to makethe fantasy a bit more real. My sub has some rightful anger toward me. Sheisn’t willing to take tenderness from me, so we’re going another way.”

“Should you explain our form of high protocol, MasterTristan?” Aidan seemed far more comfortable than Tris had thought he would.

“Carys will end every sentence she speaks to us with thewordSirorMaster. Normally I would choose what I wish to becalled, but like I said, her anger is understandable, so allowances will bemade.” Tristan moved around the stage, the better to look at her from everyangle. “She will obey quickly and without complaint. She will keep her eyes onthe ground unless Master A or I say otherwise. Any infraction will be punished.How does that make you feel, love?”

“Like you’re an asshole,” Carys said. “Sir.”

Oh, she wanted it bad. “Excellent. I didn’t think I had tomention it but all communication will be respectful on the part of the sub, sothat’s a hard ten. I’m keeping the count low because she’s going to rack it upover the next half an hour or so.”

His whole body hummed in anticipation. He’d trained forthis, spent years planning how he would handle her if he ever got his hands onher again. She would never know exactly how much time he’d spent thinking aboutthis, planning it out and practicing so it could be perfect.

He’d spent at least an hour getting Aidan ready. He noddedAidan’s way, and his partner moved in behind their sub.

“Allow Master Aidan to help you up, love,” Tristancommanded.

Tristan watched as Aidan caressed Carys’s arms andshoulders, big hands moving over her before he helped her stand. He guided herto cross her arms loosely on her stomach before gathering her hair with gentlehands.

Tris felt his cock twitch when Aidan wrapped Carys’s hairaround his fist and jerked her head back.

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