Fill Me [Dungeon Masters 3] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting)

by Cara Adams

  Elijah had said he thought someone had teased her for being overweight, and he agreed with that. Not just because of her refusing food, but also because of a few of her actions in bed. She’d kept her weight off them unless actually encouraged to lie against them. That told him so much. Why wouldn’t a lover want her delicious, sweet-smelling, silky soft skin pressed to theirs? He couldn’t imagine rejecting her. And yet he was certain someone had.

  Well, no more. She was theirs now and hopefully she’d soon agree to remain with them both forever.

  But this was still the first day. They had a couple more days yet to get her to agree to be with them. They both needed to use everything they could think of to demonstrate to her how well they’d look after her if only she would let them. Yes, it was fast, but Asher already knew categorically that no woman would ever be better for them than this one. Their Ryia, even with her hang-ups. That just made her more interesting. A present to be opened and explored inch by inch, layer by layer.

  He and Elijah rolled the three of them onto their sides and they cuddled for a while before he disposed of the condom and then Elijah did as well. As soon as Elijah returned, Ryia sat up. “Is it okay if I have a shower, please?” she asked.

  He saw worry in her gaze and stared at her.

  “Why wouldn’t it be okay to take a shower?”

  “It’s not my shower,” she whispered.

  He really didn’t understand, but she seemed concerned so he simply said, “I’ve turned the water on to fill the Jacuzzi. I thought we might sit in it and talk and relax some. But certainly have a shower first. Likely we should all get clean before we get in the hot tub.”

  He saw the frown between her eyes, but she silently slid off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom.

  “I expect it’ll take half an hour to fill that Jacuzzi so we’ve all got time to shower first.”

  Elijah jumped out of bed. “I’m feeling like a snack and she didn’t eat at all at the meet and greet. Why don’t I order something from room service while you and Ryia shower? It should be here before the Jacuzzi is ready.”

  “Good plan.”

  Ryia wasn’t gone long, but she was wrapped from armpits to ankles in a thick towel when she returned. Asher was disappointed. He’d wanted to stroke her skin, maybe suck her breasts some more, but he could do that later in the Jacuzzi. When the food arrived he saw the hunger in Ryia’s gaze, but he also noted the determined way she turned her back on the tray and pretended not to smell the heady aroma of burgers and fries.

  Since she’d chosen to wear a towel, he and Elijah had also wrapped towels around their waists. “Come, eat,” he said.

  “I mustn’t.”

  “Why not?”

  “Fat people like me are just pigs with their snouts always in the trough that other people have worked hard to provide,” she said softly.

  He saw the pain in her face as she spoke and the desperate way she breathed deeply and straightened her spine.

  “Who told you that bullshit?” asked Elijah. “You aren’t stealing our food. We want to eat and we offered to share with you. We’ve just used a million calories up in bed and now we’re hungry. You should be twice as hungry as us because you didn’t eat supper.”

  “I had two slices of orange and—”

  “That doesn’t count. Come and have some salad at the very least. There’s basically no calories in salad if you don’t add dressing,” urged Asher.

  Asher was really starting to get angry at whoever had done a number of Ryia about her weight. She wasn’t skinny, that was true. But she wasn’t obese or wobbling with fat all over her body. She was a little chubby certainly, but mostly she was soft and lush in an extremely enticing way. Runway models might look awesome on the catwalk, but he suspected they’d be hell to cuddle, all sharp angles and protruding bones. Ryia had been a delight to hold in his arms and he couldn’t wait to do it again.

  He tugged her onto his knee, tipped her chin up, and waited until she was looking into his gaze. “I don’t know who told you you’re fat, but you have to stop letting it fill your mind. Size zero is a job description. Real women have curves and I plan to explore your curves over and over again.”

  “I do, too. But I’d like to know why you worry about your weight. And who fed you that bullshit about stealing our food?”

  “My ex…”

  “Just as well he is your ex or I might have had to ex him myself,” said Elijah.

  Ryia gave a tiny giggle.

  “You were going to say more. The ex-husband you mentioned earlier?”

  Ryia’s gaze clouded over. “It’s complicated. But he’s out of my life now.”

  “He’s still in your head, though, isn’t he? We need to exorcize him from there. The Jacuzzi will be ready. Elijah, bring all that stuff and let’s move the party to the Jacuzzi and we can talk and rest simultaneously.”

  “Oh, I like that idea.”

  Chapter Four

  Fortunately the food was still on the room service trays, so Elijah carried them into the bathroom and sat the trays on the wide ledge beside the Jacuzzi. He hurried back to the bedroom and riffled through his luggage, pulling out lube and condoms. Not that he thought they’d be fucking again quite this soon. It was pretty awesome they’d been permitted to fuck her already and talk was what needed to happen now. He wanted to get to know her properly as the complicated and deep person she so clearly was. But still, it never hurt to be prepared just in case.

  Ryia was sitting as she’d sat at the meet and greet, with her back to the wall. Only now she’d drawn her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs so she was a tiny bundle tucked in the hot tub and taking up almost no space. Was she really more comfortable like that, or was she embarrassed about her body not wanting them to see her?

  Asher moved a little to one side and Elijah dropped his towel on the floor and climbed into the Jacuzzi, sitting beside Asher and facing Ryia. The bubble jets were making the water froth and gradually hiding Ryia’s knees. Maybe she’d relax some once the bubbles hid her skin. But he still wanted to know all about her. However, he was damn hungry and the food would be getting cold.

  “Choose something to eat, Ryia. I’m starving and you should be, too.” He deliberately used his Dom voice, wanting her to know he was serious, but trying not to sound harsh.

  She slid to the side of the tub and picked up a plate of salad, and a fork. She eyed the bowl of French fries and carefully added four to her salad, before retreating to the back of the Jacuzzi.

  He wasn’t sure whether or not to shake his head at her or to smile over the four French fries. At least she’d taken a few, and now he knew what she liked to eat. He handed a burger and fries to Asher, and took one himself, then passed Asher a plate of salad. His friend heaped half of it on top of his fries and handed the rest back to Elijah who dumped the remaining salad on his plate. It would have been funny if it wasn’t serious, he supposed. Here were he and Asher, their plates piled high with food, and Ryia with her little salad and four—count them, four—fries.

  “Why don’t you tell us a little about yourself, Ryia?” he asked her.

  She grinned, showing her lovely cheeky smile, and said, “After you. Tell me about yourselves, first.”

  Elijah looked at Asher, but he was biting a huge mouthful of burger. “Hmm. Okay. I’m a trained security guard. I grew up on a farm on the outskirts of Richmond, and wasn’t interested in getting the kind of job where I’d be sitting at a desk all day. But I wasn’t really all that keen on farming either. I like the physical aspect of farming, but I also like being inside. The job at The Dom’s Dungeon suits me perfectly. Walking around, talking to people, a bit of paperwork and time at a desk, but mostly I’m on my feet.”

  “When did you meet Asher?”

  Elijah looked to Asher, who nodded, so Elijah filled his mouth with delicious meat and salad. Yum.

  “We met at the dungeon. I’m the head chef there and as you can see, our boy Elij
ah likes to eat.”

  Elijah frowned at Asher. If Ryia had hang-ups about food, she didn’t need to hear this stuff. But Asher had already moved on in his answer.

  “I suppose you would say we just got on really well together. We became best friends, if that term can be used for adult men. We enjoy the same things, we think alike. But most of all we decided we wanted to share a woman.”

  “Are you both Doms?”

  Ryia’s voice was soft but those amazing violet eyes were sparkling and wide open as she looked at him and Asher.

  “Yes.” His voice was a bit muffled as he was still chewing, but she’d know what he meant.

  “Now you. Tell us about the ex who is still bullying you,” said Asher.

  “Oh, no, he doesn’t bully me. He’s long gone. We di—I’ve been on my own for four years now.”

  “He is still controlling you, Ryia. Every time you refuse to eat because some asshole told you not to, every time you prattle off shit about being fat or being a pig, that’s your ex still controlling your mind, your thoughts, and your actions. Tell us all about him. You have to exorcise him from your mind and your heart so you can be yourself.”

  “But you don’t understand. I know he was a bully and I’ve freed myself from his financial control. I’ve bought my store and I’m running it all by myself. Paddle My Ass is only a year old, but it’s doing okay. The other stuff, about me being fat, well, he was right about that. People do hate fat pigs like me.”

  Elijah dumped his plate on the side of the Jacuzzi and dragged Ryia over until he could hold her between his legs and tilt her chin up so she had to gaze into his eyes.

  “Listen to me dammit. You are not fat.”

  She opened her mouth to complain but he laid a finger across her lips. “I know. I know you aren’t a size zero, but real women aren’t. Only catwalk models or the severely malnourished can achieve that. Tall and skinny is a body type and one that fashion designers like because it makes their shitty yet expensive clothing look great. Real women have curves. Real women have breasts, which are made of fatty tissue, not silicon.”

  “Every time you remember the bad things he said about you. Every time you recall a cruel or unkind comment, you give your ex power over you. Don’t do it, Ryia. When you think of what he said, wipe it from your mind. Recite your successes. Remind yourself of what you want in the future. Don’t let him stay in your head,” added Asher.

  “I’ll try. I looked up my ideal weight on the internet. Everyone seems to have a different number from everyone else, but they were all well above what he said I should weigh. I know he lied to me about so many things.”

  “Good. Now that’s settled. Why don’t you eat your supper?” said Elijah, picking up the platter and adding four more fries to her plate.

  * * * *

  Ryia leaned her head back against the side of the Jacuzzi. She’d never been in a hot tub before apart from the huge public one at the swimming pool when she was a child. She’d eaten her salad and all eight fries and it did feel wonderful not to be hungry. She was very careful about what she ate, even though she never seemed to lose much weight, but at least she wasn’t getting fatter. That had been her fear when she’d left Miles. That without him to padlock the refrigerator and control her money she’d go wild and balloon to two hundred pounds. But she wasn’t stupid. She was careful, yet still ate the things she wanted occasionally. At least a tiny bit anyway.

  She’d never been a thin person but no one had ever castigated so thoroughly as Miles. At first she’d assumed he was being helpful, but now she understood that it was just one other area where he’d blamed her for his own failures. By focusing all his anger on her he could forget that he hadn’t achieved all the things in his life that he’d wanted to. Sometimes she wondered where he was now. Was he abusing another woman? Or was he in jail as the lawyers had threatened? Up until now she’d thought it was better not to know, but maybe after this conference she’d contact the lawyers again. It would be unfair of her to leave him free to do to another young girl what he’d done to her. Her social responsibility was to ensure he was punished or put on a watch list or whatever the legal rules were.

  Talking to Asher and Elijah was really relaxing and fulfilling. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d just talked as much as this past hour. They’d moved through every conversational topic on the spectrum, and she’d totally enjoyed herself. Likely she should think about going back to her room soon, though. The first keynote address for the convention wasn’t until nine in the morning, but she wanted to have finished sorting out her notes on which exhibition stands she needed to revisit before then.

  Asher slid across the hot tub until he was inches from her. “Sit on my knee and kiss me.”

  He looked so handsome. His longish blond hair flopped forward over his face and his blue eyes sparkled with lust. A lust that matched what was building inside her again. She’d had two orgasms already tonight. How could it be that she was becoming aroused again?

  She opened her arms and crawled into his lap, wrapping her legs behind his back and letting his lips possess hers. Damn, he was a good kisser. His tongue was everywhere inside her mouth, behind her teeth, along the insides of her cheeks, running over the roof of her mouth. She used her own tongue to play catch with his, and finally sucked his tongue. Asher gripped her ass and pulled her body harder against his. His cock was pressed between them, a long thick ridge. He was as aroused as her, that was clear.

  She pulled back from him after her kiss and Elijah was beside them, his hands full of tiny ketchup packets. “Let’s play,” he said.

  She didn’t understand, but Asher did. He picked her up and laid her on the wide ledge of the Jacuzzi, and then both men began coating her body with ketchup. Asher drew ketchup circles around her nipples, and Elijah painted trails and swirls across her belly. She wanted to sit up and watch them, but they both pushed her down. “Close your eyes and follow what we’re doing with your other senses. Your skin, your nose, your ears, will tell you everything you need to know,” said Elijah.

  Automatically Ryia obeyed him, but she knew he was using things he’d learned as a Dom and was teaching them to her. But instead of blindfolding her, he was simply asking her to close her eyes. It was a like a BDSM game, in a way, but without physical restraints. She was being asked to place her own mental restraints on herself. Well, she could do that.

  As soon as she closed her eyes and relaxed, she understood what the men meant. The scent of man and bubbling water was strong, but ketchup was a distinct scent as well and it was coming from her. She tried to block out the noise of the Jacuzzi and concentrate on the softer, less distinct sounds of the men’s feet and knees on the floor of the tub, and the slight sound of empty ketchup packets being dropped back onto the food tray. When a mouth sucked her nipple she knew instinctively it was Asher and without even thinking she thrust her breast up into his touch. Elijah’s thicker fingers trailed seductively across her belly, and down her thighs to her knees. She wanted him to touch her pussy, but he stayed on the straight path up and down her leg. She could feel the sticky condiment being smeared on her skin, his solid hand giving a surprisingly light touch on her flesh.

  Her eyes flew open as a cock was placed at her lips. Elijah was standing there, holding his cock, looking at her but letting her choose whether or not she’d suck him.

  “What? No ketchup?” she teased him.

  He grinned. “I can rub my dick on you to get some if you like, but all the packets have been used already.”

  “That’s okay.” She held his shaft and flicked her tongue across the head of his cock. Already there was the tiniest bead of pre-cum in the slit of his cock. Elijah tasted slightly salty, but there was also a hint of earthiness about him. He didn’t need ketchup as well. She sucked his cock into her mouth and ran the tip of her tongue under the ridge where the cockhead joined the shaft. He shivered, so she knew he liked that. She did it again to show she’d understood, and then licked his s
haft up and down several times before sucking his cockhead again. She moved his hand so she could hold his balls, rolling them and then sucking first one and then the other.

  Elijah’s cock was broad and long, but he’d fucked her already so she knew that. However, despite his length and girth, he was quite gentle, never forcing her to try to take more of him than she could cope with. Unlike Miles, who’d gotten very angry if she hadn’t taken him all instantly. Blowjobs were one of the first skills he’d taught her, including swallowing a man whole, and it had remained his favorite form of sex their entire time together. But at least his training would come in useful now. She wiggled sideways, letting her head drop backward off the ledge, and opened the back of her throat. It’d been four years, but she was sure she’d remember how to deep-throat a man.

  She almost gagged, but controlled her breathing, keeping it deep, regular, and only through her nose, then she swallowed around Elijah. He was big, much bigger than Miles. Or maybe it was just that she was out of practice. Nevertheless, she swallowed again, let him out, and scraped her teeth over the sensitive cockhead and along the shaft before swallowing him again.

  “Ah fuck, you’re amazing.” Elijah groaned, and her mouth filled with his seed. She let him out, until only his head was inside her, swallowing his cum and breathing heavily.

  He pulled her up into a sitting position and held her then lifted her over onto Asher’s lap. Asher was wearing a condom, and he held his cock at her pussy. As usual, when Ryia sat on his lap, she took most of her weight on her own knees.

  “I liked it better when you wrapped your legs around me before,” said Asher.

  She’d forgotten she’d done that. She must have been really relaxed. Miles would never—no. In that matter, the men were correct. She had to stop thinking about him all the time. He was gone. Long gone. She was her own person now.