The Dom Ignites Her Passion [Unchained Love 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Cara Adams

  Galen kneeled down on an angle to David’s body so his cock was level with Diane’s face. He was sufficiently tall that this scene was going to work perfectly.

  “Diane, you are to suck me. David, you need to do all the work there, fucking her. Begin.”

  Galen held his cock to her mouth, but she put one hand on his erection and guided it herself. Her other hand was on David’s shoulder to balance herself. David had his hands on her hips, his feet flat on the floor so he could move her where he wanted her.

  Galen watched Diane as she licked up and down his shaft then flicked her tongue under the ridge where the head of his cock joined the shaft. It seemed she had some experience at this. She was pushing all his buttons as she nibbled, licked, and sucked him. But then he was very aroused, and watching David pump up into her pussy was only making him harder. Diane’s breasts were round and full, and a thin sheen of sweat gleamed on her body as she was bounced up and down by the force of David’s strokes.

  Her eyes were focused on his cock and her hand moved smoothly, rolling his balls and stroking the base of his dick. Galen noticed the fingers of her other hand gripped David’s shoulder tightly. That was another signal of how very aroused she was. He wished he could have fucked her cunt or her ass tonight, but it was too soon. He didn’t want to move too fast and scare her away. He wanted to draw her in until she was desperate for all he and David could offer her.

  David was slamming her down on his cock now and she was gasping around Galen’s dick. Still she worked on him, driving his need higher and higher.

  “David, Diane, you can come now. Diane, you don’t have to swallow when I come.”

  But she looked straight into his eyes, hollowed her cheeks, and sucked him hard. The cum exploded out of his dick. Even though her body was shaking on top of David’s, proving she was in the throes of her own orgasm, and despite what he’d said, she swallowed his essence down.

  Fuck! She was a fucking treasure. She was more than he had ever hoped or imagined she’d be.

  Galen withdrew his dick from her grasp and sank back on his haunches, letting her flop onto David’s chest.

  When his breath was steady again and he was sure he could speak quietly and calmly, Galen said, “I will book this dungeon again on Thursday for 7:00 p.m.”

  “Yes, Sir,” said David.

  “I will be here, Sir,” said Diane.

  Thank God they were both prepared to trust him to be their Dom again. Already he had a head full of ideas and plans to make their next night even better. He’d learned a surprising amount about both of them and was sure the more he knew about them the better his scenes would become.

  But Galen couldn’t relax. He was just one Dom among many here. After all, Diane could have her choice of anyone at Carnal Connections, and David may come to want a woman all to himself. Would they continue to accept him as their Dom?

  * * * *

  The last project the small boutique movie studio co-owned by Nicholas and Curtis had worked on before they’d moved to the land beside Carnal Connections was a series of advertisements about recycling. Those advertisements had proven so popular that the sponsoring company had immediately ordered the men to make a second series.

  Nicholas and Curtis, in turn, had asked Galen to find them some natural scenery they could use as a running theme for their next series of advertisements.

  “In the last series of advertisements we used the same car in every advertisement, but it was painted different colors—white, red, green. We wondered if anyone would even notice, but people did and they loved the joke. This time I want to use a particular piece of scenery, or maybe even two pieces of scenery, that’ll recur in every advertisement. It’ll only appear on-screen during the advertisement for one or two seconds though, so it needs to be distinctive enough to be recognized but not so distinctive I’ll have people coming after me for a copyright fee,” said Nicholas.

  Galen nodded. Already he had an idea. If he used something out of Carnal Connections with Larry’s approval, it’d be perfect.

  Galen loved the challenge of finding a picture. Whether it was for a project of his own or something he was being paid to do, the thought of seeing that perfect shot through the lens of his camera kept him hunting from dawn to dusk until he was satisfied. To insert one of his photographs, the perfect picture, into their advertisement as a kind of running joke excited him.

  It was still very cold out, but the snow was melting and spring was coming. That would actually make finding the perfect place harder, because any snow in it might have melted before the final advertisement was finished, and if he had flowering bushes in it they might have budded or even flowered, so his scene needed to be snow-free and flowering-plant-free.

  His first thought was the north ridge. This was a semibarren area at the north—obviously—end of the property. He walked though the land to the north ridge, wishing he could have run as a panther. That would have been much faster, except he needed to have his cameras with him, which he couldn’t carry in animal form. But once there he walked around and around and around and nothing jumped out at him saying, “Photograph me.” He faced north, then south, then east, and finally he got an idea.

  East was looking out to the fence line. The fence around Carnal Connections was high with barbed wire at the top to discourage rogue panthers—or rogue humans—from attempting to climb or jump over it. In fact, David had told him that at one time he’d made a serious attempt to jump and had been unsuccessful.

  Galen sat on the top of the ridge looking east and shot some photographs looking to and through the fence. When he looked at them on the digital camera’s screen, they looked good. A shot that was just a bit different from normal. He moved along the ridge closer to the fence and shot again and again. Finally he had four series of shots, each one closer to the fence and more detailed, as if the viewer was walking toward the tree on the other side of the fence.

  That’s my best idea. I hope they like it. Well, if they didn’t, he’d try again another day.

  * * * *

  Diane had always been fascinated by numbers. When all the other little girls in kindergarten were drawing their own names in pretty colors, she was writing neat rows of figures. She was the only child in the second grade who could recite the six times table, and she was devastated a year or so later to discover times tables only went up to twelve. She’d immediately sat down and written her own set of tables up to twenty times twenty.

  Her father had been unable to find anyone to watch her one Saturday when she was about eight, so he’d taken her to his company’s annual general meeting. He’d given her the business papers and a pen to draw pictures on to entertain herself, and she’d read the financial report and found an arithmetical error in it. Her father had nearly collapsed when she’d stood on her chair, waved her arm, and pointed the error out to the chairman of the meeting.

  It’d been inevitable she’d become an accountant. Getting the job here at Carnal Connections when it first began had been perfect for her, as she was already involved in the BDSM lifestyle and here she could live and breathe it all day long. She was the personal accountant for many of the people who lived here, as well as the company accountant, and at times she did a little freelance work on the side, although since the panther pack had moved here she had a lot more clients and therefore more work to do so less time available to take on external projects.

  The only thing missing from her life was a Dom of her own, and after last night, Diane was hoping that problem may have solved itself. Her ass still burned a little from the punishment. That fucking cane had a real bite to it, although it may just have been Galen’s swift and accurate strokes. Whatever, she loved the feeling.

  David’s thick cock had filled her cunt so much better than her dildo ever did, and the way he’d forced himself up high inside her pussy had been wonderful. She could still taste Galen’s cum on her mouth. He was very salty and just a little bit tangy, an altogether wondrous flavor she wouldn’
t mind experiencing again. Although a cock up her ass would be good, too. It’d been way too long since she’d been so thoroughly fucked. Thursday couldn’t come soon enough for her.

  But now she needed to concentrate on her work. Nicholas and Curtis had entrusted to her all the accounts dealing with the sale of their former site and the purchase and establishment of the new one. She was pleased to see they seemed to have done their homework carefully. There would be a nice little profit for them at the end of all the arrangements, even thought the transportation of their buildings from the old site to this one was expensive. However, using the Carnal Connections men as laborers had saved them some money and there’d be plenty more work when the weather warmed up and all the scenery boards needed to be assembled for the shooting of the next series of advertisements.

  People who lived at Carnal Connections did so for a minimal rent that covered the utilities. Then they performed a set number of hours of work per week or month as their share of supporting the community. Those who chose to eat in the dining room had to also help in the kitchen preparing the food and cleaning up afterward. Hours worked above and beyond that level were negotiated for a wage. Most of the young males preferred to work for people in the community rather than leaving it to find another job, although there were notable exceptions to this rule of thumb such as Cameron, who was an attorney, Carey, who was a translator, and William and Tor, who were nurses at the local hospital.

  Diane shook her head over the paperwork. They’d never given their studio a proper name. It was registered as a business under both their names, Curtis Cole and Nicholas Sullivan, but they really needed to give the studio a short, catchy name. It’d be much less of a mouthful to say and would look better on all their paperwork, too.

  Diane wiggled her ass on her chair, noticing sadly that the slight soreness had almost worn off. She’d have to make sure Galen hit her harder on Thursday. Well, if he wanted to. He was so handsome he could have any woman he wanted, and she was older than him—older than both the two men—as well as having a chubby belly. She turned back to her work, making a mental note to do some stomach crunches to flatten the slight bulge hanging over the top of her jeans.

  * * * *

  David and JB were in the office of Larry, the business manager at Carnal Connections. David had spread around all his work on the lake and JB was scribbling notes madly on a notepad to highlight the key points.

  “I think it will only be a real problem here, where the land is lowest. If we had some drainage pipes from there to a storage tank, we could use the water for whatever we needed, like Leticia’s garden,” David said.

  “The track goes a lot of the way to the river. As long as people were told they must walk on the track if they want to go there, damage to the undergrowth should be minimal,” added JB.

  Larry leaned back on his chair, resting his feet on his open desk drawer. “So you both think letting the lake form is a good idea? People seem to think they’ll be able to go swimming. What if it’s a whole lot more spread out than that and therefore shallower?”

  “We can control it to some extent. As David said, if we close off this low-lying area here and contain the water but have the pipes and tanks installed in case of excess snowmelt, it should be okay. And if it’s not that deep, people can still splash around in the water on a hot day. It seems a pity to waste the opportunity.” JB shrugged.

  “Tell me about this storage tank,” said Larry.

  “We can buy a regular water tank like people on farms use. It’s just that instead of connecting it to a roof to catch rainwater, we’ll connect it to the pipe to catch overflow from the lake. We’ll need to install a pump, but that’s no big deal.” JB was still drawing on the notepad.

  “Galen suggested installing much larger diameter pipes from the lake, not just to ensure there is no flooding but because they’d make a great run for the panthers and wolves to play in,” said David, looking hesitantly at Larry. Larry was a wolf shape-shifter so should see the appeal in racing through a pipe and possibly jumping into water at the end.

  David had been surprised how many shape-shifters lived here. Not the panthers, of course, because he’d known about them, but there were also a handful of wolves. Apparently Larry had been very closed-mouthed about his wolf until after he mated Jubilee and Carey. Raegan hadn’t told anyone at all he was a wolf until he’d recognized that Tor was his son. That kind of exploded his secret in a major way. But Nicholas was a wolf as well and so was Kurt.

  David shrugged. They all seemed to get along just fine. Hell, Autumn had even mated a wolf and a human, and she was a panther. Well, a half-blood panther.

  Larry leaned forward, his feet dropping to the floor and his drawer closing with a snap. “So a big pipe into this holding tank, then a small one out to Leticia’s garden? Are you sure that’ll work, JB? And it won’t look ugly?”

  “It’ll work, no worries, plus we’ll landscape around it to disguise it to some extent.”

  “What do you think about moving the sauna out to the lake?” asked Larry.

  David remained silent. He liked the idea, but keeping the land undamaged was a priority and it’d definitely mean more foot traffic out to the lake.

  “Not until after the spring flooding is done. I don’t want to move it half a dozen times. Also, I think we’ll only leave it there until mid fall. It’s best close by in the winter months, and no one is going to swim once it snows, no matter what some of the braggarts say,” said JB.

  David nodded. That was a good answer, and it would take some of the pressure off the land as well.

  “All right. You can go ahead and build the retaining wall. Let me know when you need labor. Nicholas and Curtis will want some help to set up all their outdoor scenery to film the first of their new advertisements soon, so it’d be good if you could arrange your schedule with Nicholas so neither of you has an urgent need for everyone on the same day.”

  “Will there be enough budget to hire a trencher? If JB and I mark out where the pipes are to go, a trencher would save us a lot of time and effort,” said David.

  “I expect so, but bring me a couple quotes first,” said Larry.

  The conversation went on a little longer, but David was excitedly thinking through everything that needed to be done. So far he’d mostly assembled new housing modules, helped fit them out, and done maintenance work on buildings and the fence here. But this was a completely different type of project and he was really looking forward to it.

  * * * *

  Galen was fascinated by the way in which the movie studio, although outside the actual property of Carnal Connections, was almost instantly considered to be part of the community. He knew some of the people here had worried about security, but he figured the entire rogue panther threat was over now. There were a couple missing bad guys whose names he couldn’t even remember, but likely they’d gone home to Indiana, or Illinois, or Iowa, or wherever it was they’d come from. Jim, the man who’d attacked Autumn, was still in jail, as was Sam Brooks, Leticia’s and his father. The only remaining problem was Drew and Charlie, and they hadn’t been seen in months and they’d never been caught doing anything wrong either, so Galen figured they had brains and therefore were long gone as well.

  Carnal Connections’ security was top-notch, and everyone inside was safe. They had a high wire fence, plus inside it and hidden to some extent was an electrified fence, and there was excellent CCTV coverage of the boundaries as well.

  The movie studio was going to have CCTVs watching the fence line between it and Carnal Connections and a high fence to the street with a manned boom gate for entry. Of course ram raiders would easily break the boom, and any regular fence could be climbed or cut, but the bad guys still had to get past the cameras and into the BDSM community, so his people had nothing to worry about.

  Work at the movie studio had sped up now the weather was warming once again. It was still cold, but it was also clear that the worst of winter was over and spring was o
n its way.

  Nicholas and Curtis had done quite a lot of indoor shooting over the winter, taking all the close-up shots of their main actors, including all the dialogue.

  Galen was also amazed at the amount of work that was needed to produce a three-minute advertisement.

  “In some ways it’s harder than shooting a movie, because you have to make every second count when you’ve only got three minutes,” explained Nicholas.

  Galen had blown up the pictures he’d taken from the north ridge and printed them out on A3 paper. Now he laid the sheets out in a line along the workbench at the studio and showed them to Nicholas and Curtis.

  “I don’t get it. What are you—oh! Now I get it. Fuck! That’s clever. I like it,” said Nicholas.

  “Huh?” Curtis stepped closer to them, walked slowly past each picture, and nodded. “That’s exactly the sort of thing I wanted. Subtle, but clever. Not quite a joke, like we did last time with the cars, but more like an unveiling. In the first advertisement people will see the fence and likely not pay any attention to the tree in the distance, but in each new advertisement they get closer to the tree and see it in detail. We’ll get you to go back and take a final series of pictures with the sponsor’s logo nestled in the grass at the base of the tree. If you film through the fence looking at the tree it should be clear enough to show in the final shot, and it’ll act as a resolution to the puzzle of why the fence was there in the advertisements.”

  “It’s that hill up the north end of Carnal Connections, isn’t it? I expect Larry will be fine with us using it, but I’d better go get his approval officially,” added Nicholas.

  “I won’t be around much next week. I’ve a project to do which will mean filming at night, so mostly I’ll be sleeping during business hours. I need to take a series of pictures in the dark, then as dawn comes, and it might take me quite a while to find exactly the right building that fits World Photography’s intentions,” Galen said.