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  Locks and Chains 3

  Punishing Petra

  Petra Morales is sick of watching the new subs at the club being taken by the best Masters. What about the experienced submissives? Where is the forever after for them? She’s been overlooked by the good Masters who treat her as a precious flower when what she really wants is strong hands and a strong…

  Caleb McKenzie is forever looking for a match to his dark side and forever hoping he doesn’t find one. He helps his best friend Kyle Gordon get back on the bike of the lifestyle he’s left. Kyle is disillusioned and blames himself and the lifestyle for his wife's death, and besides, he has a son to care for.

  A club fantasy night delivers for many a night to remember. Petra, Caleb, and Kyle get drawn together in a whirlwind of pleasures. The sex is hotter than they could hope for, but in the cold light of day, how do a petite, experienced submissive, a single dad with so much baggage he could be a 747, and a possessive sadist Dom build a relationship and have their happily ever after?

  Note: This book contains double vaginal penetration.

  Genre: Contemporary, BDSM, Ménage a Trois/Quatre Length: 66,985 words

  PUNISHING PETRA

  Locks and Chains 3

  Sara Kingston

  MENAGE AMOUR

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  PUNISHING PETRA

  Copyright © 2012 by Sara Kingston

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  DEDICATION

  To my munchkins, my forever babies (yes, I know you are all older now and it is sooo uncool for your mom to call you a baby). You three are my greatest accomplishments. So don’t mess it up for me! Be something great, be something I can brag about. LOL.

  May every one of your wishes and dreams come true.

  PUNISHING PETRA

  Locks and Chains 3

  SARA KINGSTON

  Copyright © 2012

  Chapter One

  Caleb McKenzie looked around the Locks and Chains club, surveying the offerings available for tonight’s playmate. Bodies swayed to the music. Prey preened and displayed. If only he could find a sub who could handle him. If only he could unleash the hidden beast within. Or should he say, unleash his truly sadistic nature. Just like any other Dom here, he had a reputation. His was for being as hard as stone. He knew they called him the punisher. He knew only the toughest or newest submissive would dare to play with him, and then they only ever played once. None of the new ones lasted right through a scene, and he held the record for the most safe word calls by a sub. Part of him was proud of that record, although another part of him longed to have someone who would match their light to his dark.

  Most of the people who came to the club were playing a kinky little game. Very few understood the true emotion, passion, and commitment necessary to fully live the lifestyle. Much like a religion, there were rules and routines to follow. And like in any religion, there were people who pretended to believe. They came once a month, wandered around, and then proclaimed their faith to the world. Then there were the devotees, the ones who turned up every week and played out their fantasies, then went home, leaving behind their kink until next week. And lastly you had the small group of devotees, those who lived the lifestyle 24/7, with all the rules, commitments, and emotions. He was a devotee, and the lifestyle to him was a part of his soul, his being. It was as necessary to him as food to eat or air to breathe.

  His devotion to the lifestyle had caused him to question himself. Was there something wrong with him? Was he sick and twisted? Was he no better than the worst of evil beings? He had empathy, he felt what his submissives felt, and he felt compassion for them. He just loved to inflict the delicious pleasure-pain. He loved to hear his subs scream and cry out with release when the pain he inflicted washed over them and then rebuilt them anew. He loved to see their tears. He loved to watch them float in subspace. Most of all he loved to help them fly, which also sent him into Dom space. There were no words to express the feeling when two souls connected on another plane. He’d never found that soul, the one he could hold and possess for eternity.

  Maybe he was asking too much? Maybe instead he should be looking for a soul he could just connect with. He felt in his bones he could never accept a joining. He could only accept ownership. He wanted to own another human being. He wanted to own her body, her soul, her mind, and her heart.

  Most people assumed he’d had some kind of traumatic childhood or been hardened by society. But in fact, he’d had a typical upper-class upbringing. He had a younger sister, a mother, and a father. His mother was a homemaker and did charity work, and his father was a successful partner in a law firm. He went to a private school and an Ivy League college. He’d been told many times he was good looking, and throughout his younger years women had never been hard to find. Hell, most of the time they’d found him. Environment couldn’t be blamed for who he was. Genetics, maybe? He knew his father held a tight grip on their household. He long ago suspected his parents li
ved their version of the lifestyle. There were no playrooms and parading like many others liked to do. But there was an air of command and dominance in their home. The devotion his mother showed toward his father was different from what he saw in the homes of his friends. He’d learned as early as seven that he also had a need to dominate. When playing doctors and nurses, he was always the demanding doctor ordering the other kids around. His favorite game as a child was cops and robbers. He relished playing the cop who handcuffed the innocent civilian. Years later, he was the jock who ordered his cheerleader girlfriends around. He even spanked some of his quiet book-nerd girlfriends, whom he discovered were the most adventurous.

  The beat of the music from downstairs pulled him back from his reverie. Like the pied piper was calling them, the little mousy subs flowed out onto the dance floor, drawn by the music. And he, the greatest predator of them all, was now looking for his prey. Maybe he could find a sub tonight who would allow him to push that little bit more, just enough so he could feel the pleasure himself.

  Not wanting to be disappointed again, he decided he’d find three subs tonight who wanted to play. Maybe, just maybe, one of them might go the distance.

  Seeing nothing exceptional from his lofty perch, he walked down the stairs and over to the seating area. He noticed Master Dylan and his family at one of the sofa groupings. They’d first met in college, which was where they’d both discovered their love for the lifestyle and where Dylan had discovered his love of men. Looking down at his feet, he noticed Mia, Dylan’s newly collared little kitty. If it’s possible for Dylan to finally find his twisted little family unit, then perhaps there’s hope yet for me to also find someone.

  “Good evening, gentlemen.”

  “Caleb, how are you this fine evening?” Dylan replied, petting his little kitten sub.

  “Fine, Dylan, I’m just fine, and you?”

  “Life has never been better,” Dylan said, smiling down at his sub sitting patiently at his feet.

  He was pleased for his friend, but also jealous that he’d found true happiness. Dylan had waited a long time and gone through a lot of heartache to finally complete his family. They were both the same age, and granted thirty-eight wasn’t old anymore, but damn it, why couldn’t he have it all, too? God, he was becoming jaded and generally fucked up in the head. He needed a distraction or three. He shook off his morose thoughts. Not everyone in this world was meant to find a life partner or partners and have children. Hell, he didn’t even like children. Yes, some could be cute to look at. But hell, it wasn’t like he wanted any. He liked his peace and quiet. He liked not having to hide who he was. Somehow though, something was missing from his life. He needed to go find some entertainment. All this introspection was bad for his mental health.

  “Well, gentlemen have a good night. I’m off to find some playmates.”

  “Come round to the house next weekend for dinner?” Dylan asked, smiling.

  “I’ll get back to you. Thanks, Dylan!” Moving back toward the dance floor, he felt edgy. His body vibrated with the need for release. He needed to expel his excess energy. He needed the rush of endorphins and the freedom of his mind floating with a single pinpoint focus. He needed his submissive fix. Allowing the collared beast within him a bit of slack, he headed to the far corner of the dance floor where a reliable group of hardcore submissives gathered, waiting.

  Petra stood in the shadows watching Caleb as he moved through the sway of submissive bodies. She could tell by the way he looked around the group that he was on the prowl. Was he choosing one, two, or even three subs to play with tonight? Should she stand in front of him and demand he choose her? She dreamed of him finally opening his eyes and seeing her then claiming her as his own. Her dream replayed every day like a well-worn record over and over in her mind. She needed to give up her addiction to him. Isn’t there a statute of limitation on obsessions? For the past two years she’d fantasized about Caleb. She wasn’t some pathetic little girl with an unrequited crush. She was a woman with needs that she felt only a Dom like Caleb could fulfill. Although, after watching some of his scenes and talking to the other subs at the club, she wondered if even she mightn’t be able to handle him. She didn’t know. No, she couldn’t lie to herself.

  She’d entered the lifestyle five years ago as a stumbling baby sub. She’d had a few bad experiences early on, but thankfully, she’d found the Locks and Chains club just over four years ago and had never looked back. She’d been well trained by the club and fully understood what the risks and rewards were. She’d even contracted herself out as both a submissive and a slave to a few Doms to further her education. Over the years she’d had Masters offer her longer term contracts and even one who wanted to collar her. But she hadn’t felt the connection. Like all new subs she’d had the fantasy of meeting the Dom of her dreams. And just like in the vanilla world, the reality wasn’t quite so easy. First, you had to weed through the available guys. Eliminating the assholes to find a good one, and even then sometimes things just didn’t click. She, like most of the other experienced subs, was jealous when a Dom picked a new girl and they had a happily ever after. It wasn’t fair. Some experienced subs and slaves were left waiting for years only to be usurped by some fresh-faced newbie. God, she was feeling bitchy tonight. Maybe a good spanking would clear her head, better yet, perhaps a good flogging to empty out all her garbage.

  Like a moth to the flame, her eyes roamed back to Caleb. She couldn’t stop herself from watching him. She studied his six-foot-one-inch frame with wide, straight shoulders that tapered to the perfect male waist. Her eyes then travelled down to his steel-hard ass covered by the softest black leather pants. She adored his short black hair and most of all his eyes. She loved his eyes. They were the most piercing sky blue she’d ever seen. So amazing. She thought she could drown in them. She knew he was looking for a masochist sub to complement his sadistic nature, and actually she knew he was looking for something more, one who wouldn’t tap out. He was looking for the one true sub who would take all of him. She so desperately wanted to be that person. He had overlooked her time and time again. In the two years she’d known him, not once had he asked her to play. One night a year ago she’d been standing with a group of five subs. He’d selected two of the group, never even looking at her. It was like she was invisible. They were acquaintances only. They’d had casual conversations over the years. But when he was prowling he always walked past her.

  She wasn’t blind when she looked in the mirror. She knew she was small, and most people perceived her as fragile. A little doll to be taken care of not punished. They had it all wrong, so very, very wrong. She needed the feel of that pain as much as she needed air to breathe. She needed the snap of the lash and the sting of the whip to fly free. She needed to be owned, to have everything taken away from her. She needed to be everything to her one true Master. She wanted to be reborn, to start afresh, leaving behind the life that taunted her. She needed the strict rules and regulations of the lifestyle. She needed the passion and pleasure of pain to set her free. She wasn’t a sniveling idiot who was going to submit to any man who called himself a Dom, though. She had a right to give her submission to whomever she deemed worthy of it. It was her gift to give, and she would only give it once. For her to give her complete submission would be to give her soul.

  “Petra, my dear.”

  She turned at the sound of the familiar voice. One she’d known for just over four years.

  “Master Craig. How are you?”

  “Very well, my dear. Are you playing tonight?”

  “As always,” she replied, a sly smile on her lips. Craig knew she was still looking. She’d been one of his most troublesome submissives. She’d never been able to find her place in the lifestyle, and she’d wavered back and forth over the years. No one had ever been able to bring her to heal, including himself. Not that he wanted to break her, which was all well and good if you were prepared to rebuild your sub and make her yours. As a teacher and mentor that
wasn’t his place. He was there only to educate and help his clients find their paths. He followed her line of sight and saw she was watching Caleb. She’d been fascinated by him for the past two years. He’d never pushed Caleb toward her, though, because he knew Caleb was a strong man, a true sadist, and he wasn’t sure that was what she really wanted. Only a true pain-lover would be able to handle him. However, maybe it was her fascination with him that held her back. Maybe if she experienced a session with Caleb she’d allow herself to be open to other avenues.

  “Still looking for the perfect Dom?” he asked.

  Her heartfelt sigh confirmed her loneliness, and he could feel it radiating from her. After a while even the most experienced Doms and subs who hadn’t found what they needed began to get bored with the lifestyle. And they normally went one of two ways. They ventured into more intense or harder sides of the BDSM world. Or they became jaded and cut off emotionally, allowing only their physical needs to be fulfilled.

  “Yes, Master Craig. I’m still looking.”

  “You know, my dear, maybe it’s time you tried a new avenue. Maybe you need to push your limits, your boundaries, a little.”

  “I’ve thought about that for quite a while, Master Craig. I’d need a strong Dom to do that. And well, there aren’t any. Any new ones to the club would need lots of training, which would take time I just don’t have.”

  “So true, my dear. But maybe you haven’t given the experienced Doms a chance to show you they could be what you’re looking for. Everyone changes and grows with time, including you, my dear. Well, have a good night and keep it safe, sane, and—”