Mastering Melody (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Rachel Clark Read Free Book Online

my desk.”
    I’m shivering, barely able to hold my arms locked as he arranges me in the exact pose he wants. Arms braced against the desktop, my ass in the air, and my head down. I can’t deny that I’m actually turned on by this, but it’s the waiting that’s messing with my head.
    “You heal nicely, little sub,” he says as his fingers travel over my bottom. “Just as well”—I don’t like the sound of the laugh that escapes him—“because I suspect you are going to be one very troublesome sub to train.”
    He shows me the paddle that he’s chosen from the wall display, and I nearly want to scream my safe word. I shiver convulsively as he rubs the wood over my ass cheeks.
    “Do you know the correct way to address a Dom when he asks you a question?”
    I want to lie and say no, but that would make Bradley look bad. He’s spent the last two weeks going over what is expected from a sub in training and I’ve let him down in the first five minutes. Even then I still consider lying—my ass hurt for days last time and Ryan only used his hand. How long will I ache from a paddle? Worse still, if I handle this situation badly it might just make him change his mind about signing the contract.
    I really, really want him to sign the contract.
    “Yes, Sir, I know the correct way to address a Dom. I’m sorry for forgetting.”
    “Next time you have the urge to use sarcasm inside my club, I want you to remember this.”
    “Yes, Sir,” I say, resigning myself to the fact that I need to go through this. I don’t particularly want the pain, but I do want to experience all that the lifestyle has to offer. And to do that, I need Ryan to sign the contract.
    Yet, still he makes me wait. Fuck, the man is going to drive me insane long before we get to the good parts. Doesn’t he know how impatient I am?
    Damn.
    He’s known me all my life. Of course he knows how impatient I am, and the rotten man is using it against me. I let my head drop further, my eyes closing as I seek deep inside me for the patience I’m going to need to get through three weeks of training.
    The first hit lands on my left butt cheek, and it hurts, it really, really hurts, but I suck in a breath, move my sweaty hands back to the position where Ryan placed them, and wait patiently for the second.
    But it never comes.
    “Kneel beside your Dom,” he says as he helps me to straighten up. I almost sag in relief. I want to rub away the sting, but I’m not sure I’m allowed to, so I nod my understanding and return to my position on the floor. I can’t stop the hiss of pain as I accidently press my heel against a very sore spot as I try to kneel down.
    I almost purr like a kitten when Bradley leans forward and rubs gently across the sore spot. I’m a little disconcerted to realize the paddle has left a strange raised welt on my skin, but I try to ignore it for now. There’s a reason I came looking for this kind of lifestyle. My dreams of a perfect future are actually in reach. I don’t want to mess things up now.
    “Okay,” Ryan says as he leans against the front of his desk once more. “Let’s try this again. Are you happy with this contract, little sub?”
    “Yes, Sir,” I say respectfully.
    “Even with the part that says I can fuck you as part of your training?”
    “Yes, Sir,” I say again, too afraid to add anything else.
    Ryan and Bradley are doing that silent-communication thing again, but this time I don’t look up, I don’t try to figure out what’s happening. This time I just wait patiently and hope that Ryan signs the damn contract.
     
    * * * *
     
    Ryan had spent the past two weeks alternating between dreading and anticipating this contract. Spending time with Melody again was going to be bittersweet, but he’d never expected Bradley to give him permission to have sex with his fiancée. When Ryan had read that part his cock had grown so hard it had taken him several minutes just to talk himself back down.
    Fuck, considering