by Cara Adams
But there must be a threat. Why else would so many security guards be standing around? He stopped and looked. The guards in their black uniforms were spaced about twenty feet apart in a huge circle surrounding the area where the meat was cooking and the tables and chairs had been set up.
Ben looked across at the main building and frowned. Of course, it was possible that those lights had simply been put there because tonight’s party was outdoors, but he wondered all the same if the extra lights on the outside of the building were another sign that trouble was expected. He was pretty sure it wasn’t to deter couples from kissing in the gardens. Everyone had a cabin to kiss in if they needed privacy and no one was under any misconception about the aims of the event. It wasn’t like anyone would be surprised if the dancing got a tad erotic. No, those lights and the extra security meant trouble was expected. And his damn woman was at risk. His precious Ebony who hadn’t agreed to be his yet. Merek was going to have to pull out a rabbit from his Dom hat and rope her to them or else Ben would throw her over his shoulder himself and run to their cabin to keep her safe. Safe in his and Merek’s arms. Safe where no man could touch her except them.
But first she had to agree. Fuck it!
* * * *
After a lot of thought and discussion, Ebony and Ivory had decided to wear jeans, but with a pretty shirt and sandals instead of boots like the previous night.
“Hopefully it won’t look as if we’re still in the same clothes.” Ivory giggled.
“We’ll be standing in the dark anyway. It’ll be getting dark already. Another hour and we’ll be lucky to see what we’re eating,” Ebony said.
“At least it smells good.”
It did smell good. The meat had been cooking for hours and the aroma of barbecue and wood smoke had carried over the entire conference center. It’d been a long time since Ebony had been to a real barbecue, not just some friend grilling on their balcony. So she was looking forward to the party atmosphere.
Ebony was damn glad she’d spent some time on Google looking up fetishes and BDSM before she’d taken her shower, because she sure as hell needed a cold shower after her viewing. Oh hell yes, she was interested in trying some of those tricks with Merek and Ben. She didn’t think Ben was a Dom. He’d didn’t have that confident attitude Merek had. But he wasn’t subservient either. He knew what he wanted and worked together with Merek to fulfill his aims. They were very much a team. The way they’d both fucked her last night had been indescribably good. Much more intense and extreme than she’d ever imagined. She’d sure like to do it again one day. One day quite soon. Maybe even today.
As she’d half expected, Ben and Merek were standing just inside the security line watching for her arrival. She tried to see where Ivory went, who she spoke to, but Merek and Ben claimed her and held her between them, and by the time she’d finished answering their greetings Ivory had disappeared into the crowd.
Well, her sister was an adult. If she wanted Ebony to know who she was dating she’d tell her.
When the men went to draw her closer to the barbecue, Ebony shook her head. Instead she turned to one of the female security guards she’d spoken to several times already.
“Hi, Tegan. Why all the extra security tonight?”
“You know men. They all wanted to eat barbecue.”
Ebony nodded but she didn’t believe Tegan for as much as a minute. Sure, they might all have wanted to eat barbecue, but she was pretty sure they could do that without standing in a circle on the conference center lawn all night.
She let the men lead her to the food tables and they lined up to have succulent beef layered onto their plates, then served themselves from enormous bowls of different salads. They sat down where there was a group of chairs, and talked to whoever sat near them as they ate. Neither Ben nor Merek would let Ebony move from them for anything. When she wanted a drink Ben jumped up to get it for her. When she dropped her fork, Merek hurried over to the table to get her a clean one. Ebony was tempted to say she wanted to use the bathroom just to see if they’d insist on accompanying her there as well.
But it was sweet the way they looked after her. They showed genuine care for her and interest in everything she said and did.
“How large is the town near your pack? And how far away is it?” she asked when they were alone, thinking about job opportunities.
“It’s the perfect size, not too small, not too large. There are maybe a million people if you count the suburbs and farm area. We’re about a half an hour commute but the farm itself is on a secondary road so there’s not an enormous amount of traffic passing by.”
Ebony nodded and chewed thoughtfully. There should be plenty of opportunity to find work there. Or maybe she would open her own dance school. She and Ivory had talked about it often, although they’d always assumed they’d do it together. Now she strongly suspected their lives were about to diverge. But she couldn’t complain. Ivory’s happiness was far more important than them finding men who lived close by each other. And it wasn’t as though they hadn’t had plenty of time to look for a partner. She was damn near thirty and Ivory only thirteen months younger than her.
“Would you like to come and look at our farm? See our house, and get a feel for the community?” asked Merek.
Wow. She hadn’t expected the conversation to move quite this quickly. But her mind was made up. She did want to get to know these men better. “I’d like that. No commitment, mind you. I’d just be coming for a visit.”
“How long could you stay? How much vacation time can you take from your job?” asked Ben.
“A week. The woman who’s taking Ivory’s classes and mine, her husband got retrenched a couple of months back and she’s very willing to work as much as she can until he finds another job. Is there much unemployment in your town?”
“It’s about average, but it’s getting a little better. There are some abandoned coal mines about an hour’s drive the other side of town, and the government is in the process of reclaiming the land. So there’s been quite a lot of labor needed and some support industries have had extra work as well. So things aren’t too bad out our way,” said Merek.
“Dance classes are a luxury. They’re one of the first things people cut out of their budget when times are tight. But if there’s extra work available, that sounds positive.” Ebony nodded thoughtfully.
“If you want to work, you can work as much as you want. But you don’t have to work. Both Ben and I have work and can support you. Then there’s the house. Again, you don’t have to do housework if you don’t want to. But if you wanted to redecorate or something, that would be perfectly all right with us. We want you to be happy,” said Merek.
“Wait a minute. You’re getting way ahead of yourselves here. I haven’t said anything about moving in with you, or living with you permanently. I said I would consider a week-long visit, nothing more.” Ebony spoke firmly. She was very attracted to the men but refused to even consider making any permanent decisions as yet. At the end of their second week together, she’d know them much better and feel a lot more confident about her choices.
“That’s true. Let me tell you about our house, then,” said Ben.
“It’s on the pack lands, right? I think you told me that before.”
“Yes, it’s been in my family for several generations, but one of the advantages of my job is that I have some free time in winter so I’ve been able to upgrade it over the years. It’s got a good furnace for winter, and air conditioning for summer, and the Wi-Fi works in every room and on the stoop as well.”
Ebony caught Ben’s teasing look at Merek. “Because Merek is addicted to checking his e-mail?”
“Playing computer games, actually,” confessed Merek.
They all laughed and Merek took their empty plates and threw them in the trash. “Come back to our cabin with us, Ebony. There are so many things I want to show you, to do with you.”
Suddenly all the air disappeared from Ebony’s lungs. One minute
they’d been joking about his computer game addiction and the next they were almost undressing her with their eyes. Ebony had to be honest with herself. Since she’d talked to Ivory she’d known she was serious about these two men. She hadn’t looked at any other man because she hadn’t wanted to. The only people she’d cared about right from the start had been these two. Today she’d finally accepted that in her own mind and heart even if she wasn’t ready to say it out loud yet.
Her worries about denying them the freedom to choose were silly and self-centered. If they hadn’t been interested in her they would have been dancing with other women at the parties, whereas most of the time they’d been watching her, or talking to other men, not searching for another woman. They had been polite and caring, yet careful not to deny her freedom. But she hadn’t used that freedom to look elsewhere. She didn’t want to. She wanted them. It was time to admit it, to stop pretending to herself and to them, and learn all about living with a BDSM Dom.
“I’d like that,” she said, standing up.
* * * *
Merek was ready to clap and cheer. His dick had almost burst out of his jeans when she’d asked about work in their area. He’d had a moment of doubt when Ben was talking about the house, but Ebony was listening and interested, accepting of all that was said. He also noticed Ben didn’t mention the dungeon that was set up in what had once been a bedroom. It now had a slate floor, walls and ceiling painted black, all the furniture a true dungeon needed, and a lot of toys he could hardly wait to try out on Ebony.
Meanwhile, he’d done his best with the cabin for tonight. He was prepared to remove the things if she hadn’t wanted to play, but he was very glad she was ready to come with them. However, he reminded himself to go slowly. Scaring her off would not be a smart thing to do, especially when it seemed she was genuine about visiting them for a week. If he and Ben managed that week properly, they could leverage it into an eternity of Ebony in their lives and in their bed.
As they walked her back to their cabin, Merek couldn’t resist letting his hand drift down from her shoulder to smooth over her breast. What he felt there almost made him stumble. He pulled her to a stop and very deliberately cupped both breasts in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. “You’re wearing the nipple clips,” he said harshly, as they began walking again.
“I know.” Her voice was a gurgle of laughter.
“Yeah, it was kind of funny seeing the look on Merek’s face when he touched your breast,” said Ben.
“Did you know?” he asked.
“You can see them move when she turns quickly, but I had to be very careful watching them because it’s rude to focus on a lady’s tits instead of on her face,” said Ben.
Once again Ebony gave that adorable laugh.
Oh shit, his dick was killing him. She’d sent him from flaccid to rock-hard so fast his brain was spinning.
Merek unlocked the door, then held Ebony’s arm as he turned the light on. He stood to her side wanting to watch her face as she saw how he and Ben had prepared their cabin for tonight.
Most obvious were the two beds pushed together under the window. She wouldn’t be able to tell, but they’d taken a devil of amount of work to make with the sheets and blankets, turned sideways so the side of the bed against the wall had everything tucked in, and the bedding could be pushed back on the other side for their games.
In the space created by moving the beds he’d thrown ropes over the ceiling beam so he could tie her there and teach her about paddling and whipping. He also had some toys in the nightstand and more toys in the bathroom.
Ben had contacted housekeeping and collected them a passel of extra towels as well so they could shower several times during the night. Assuming she agreed to stay with them all night. Ben had also bought a range of beverages and snacks in case they needed a late-night snack.
Merek knew she had her classes to teach in the morning as usual, but it was still early, so his plan was going great so far. He stared into her face and saw the smile making her blue eyes sparkle and her lips tilt upward at the corners.
Yes! She liked what she saw. Good.
“Ben, why don’t you undress my submissive? It’s time to introduce her into some arousing punishment.”
“You promised me a ball gag.”
Hell. He hadn’t expected her to say that. “Do you know about safe words?”
“I’ve never participated in a BDSM scene, but I went to a fetish and BDSM club once. I understand the basic theory and know what a safe word is.”
Once again he turned her to face him so he could watch her reply. “Did you like what you saw there?”
She nodded and licked her lips. Excellent answer. However, he needed to explain the rules to her. “When I ask a question, you say ‘Yes, Sir,’ or ‘Yes, Master.’”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What is your safe word?”
“Plié.”
“Pleeay?”
“It’s a dance term. It means bend.”
“Can you show me, please?” asked Ben.
Merek groaned inside. This was detracting from his scene, but since the word had meaning for her he really should understand it. Her safe word was a clever one showing Ebony had thought about it carefully. It combined herself, her life as a dancer, with bending to his will and obeying him. It was a damn meaningful, multilayered word choice.
Ebony stepped away from them both, put her heels together with the toes pointing out to the sides, raised her arms above her head in a movement he knew was from dancing and then she bent her legs. Her back was perfectly straight and only her knees bent. She went down, then down more, her heels flat on the floor, her arms above her head, her body perfectly straight except for her legs which were now bowed out like a frog’s.
“That’s a pleeay?”
“Plié. That’s the basic one. They can also be done from other positions.” She moved one leg to the side, stretched out her arms with the hands curved, and did it again. Before he could comment, she put one foot in front of the other with her legs crossed in the kind of tricky position she’d been teaching them to do in the advanced dance class, and did it again.
“Your safe word is plié. Ebony, you will no longer speak unless asked a direct question. Benedict, undress her now.”
He half expected her to mention the ball gag again, but she didn’t. She twisted and turned as Ben undressed her, always watching them both as each section of her body was revealed. Damn. She was so fucking beautiful. Every inch of her was pure perfection. Her body was toned and fit. She was slender but not skinny. She curved where a woman ought to curve, with breasts he could hold in his hands, and hips he could grip as they fucked her.
A wolf needed a mate with some strength and stamina. Some of the women he saw in the streets were so thin and fragile he’d be terrified one would break if he even kissed her too roughly. But he’d seen Ebony dance vigorously for hours and still have energy to spare afterward. She was the perfect mate for him and Ben.
When she was undressed he nodded to Ben who walked her across to where he’d strung up the ropes. As they’d discussed that afternoon, Ben indicated to her to face the wall. They wanted to watch her. It wasn’t exactly sensory deprivation, but without turning her head she wouldn’t have much of an idea of where he’d come from or what he would do next. Ben would be behind her, standing out of sight until Merek signaled him to be involved again.
Now it was Merek’s turn. Tying her had to be exactly right. Her arms had to be stretched, but without too much pressure on her shoulder joints. She might need to stand on the balls of her feet to relieve the tension after a while, but mostly she could remain on with her feet flat on the floor. Next came the spreader bar to keep her legs apart. He cuffed her ankles to the sides of that. With her legs apart he’d be able to watch her cream dripping onto her inner thighs and see glimpses of her cunt to know when she was totally aroused. It was vital that a Dom could tell when to arouse his sub and when to let the arousal pl
ateau until it was time to build the tension once more.
Even though he hoped to fuck her several times this night, he still wanted—no, needed—this scene to be so arousing she was ready to step into the BDSM scene wholeheartedly.
“Are you ready, my sub?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Ben took up his position in the corner of the cabin and Merek collected his paddle. Then he waited. At first Ebony stood quite still, her muscles tense. After a minute or two she tilted her head and he guessed she was straining her ears for a clue. He saw her neck twitch just as she was about to look over her shoulder.
“No. You may not move,” he ordered.
She jumped a little at the sound of his voice. He’d never used hat tone before to her. But she relaxed back onto the flat of her feet and waited. He was surprised by how patient she was. Most new subs would have been trying a few tricks to find out what was happening, but Ebony waited. Damn. She was the perfect sub for him. He flicked out the paddle and paddled her ass cheeks firmly, right, left, right, left. Then her thighs, right, left, right, left. And back to her ass again, left, right, left, right this time just in case she was prepared for him to maintain the previous pattern.
He walked to where he’d placed his whip and swapped the paddle for the whip, keeping his gaze focused on her back the whole time. Her muscles were tense but only as he’d expected, not in a worrying way. This time he didn’t make her wait nearly as long as before. Keeping the sub unsuspecting was very important. He needed to wait long enough for excitement and tension to grow, but not so long that it dissipated again, or turned into worry. He also had to remain unpredictable, and that could be the most difficult thing with both a new sub and an experienced one. An experienced sub learned about her Dom and became good at knowing his ways. But a new sub couldn’t be pushed too far at the beginning, which left the Dom with far fewer options than later on.
