Undone by Her Two Masters [The Wolf Masters 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Berengaria Brown

  Perhaps it was his wolf side coming out. She really needed to get them to show her their wolves soon.

  Once again Bronx picked up the rope and cracked it like a whip. “When we collect my possessions tomorrow we’ll be able to play a true scene, as I’ll have my toy box and a ball gag so you don’t scream the neighborhood down when York and I bring you to the best orgasm you’ve ever had. But tonight, I’ve always wanted to fuck a woman on the hood of a car. I hope Walter doesn’t mind, but maybe he’ll enjoy being part of the ménage.”

  Nevis bent down and picked up the doona, flinging it over Walter’s windshield and hood. “No peeking, Walter. I’d like some privacy here.”

  York laughed but she noticed he was naked and standing very close to her. “So what’s first? Do you want me to suck you both or are you going to fuck me on Walter’s hood?”

  Instead of answering her, he picked her up and sat on her on the hood. She leaned back on both hands for balance, and watched as he picked up one of the heavier boxes and moved it several times before standing on it. “Now you’re at the right height.” He pulled her hips forward and she wrapped her legs around him so he could slide his cock inside her. “Oh, that feels good,” she said, suddenly craving more from both these men.

  York clambered up on the hood beside her, kneeling up and lining his cock up with her mouth. “Suck me so your mouth is too full for you to be noisy.”

  “Anyone would think I’d screamed the hotel down last night.”

  “No, but you wanted to. I could tell, sweetheart.”

  That was true. She licked over the head of York’s cock, then painted a wet line down his shaft. She held onto his thigh with one hand and cupped his balls with the other. Before she could do anything more, Bronx withdrew from her and slammed back in, rocking her entire body. York braced a hand on Walter, and Bronx gripped her hips more tightly, then he pulled out of her again. Nevis sucked just the head of York’s long cock into her mouth, gently scraping her teeth over it, before sucking him deeper. She felt more stable on the car hood now, and became bolder in her movements, swaying her torso in time with Bronx’s thrusts as she licked and sucked York.

  He tasted good. A little salty, a little earthy, a little like almonds, but totally delicious and quite different from Bronx. Thinking of almonds she lowered her head to take one of his balls into her mouth, then the other one, before returning her attention to his cock. This time she placed gentle bites the length of his shaft, tugging with her teeth on his skin all the way from his balls to his head. Next she sucked him farther into her mouth, but had to pause as Bronx was so deep inside her that her honey was pouring from her and her nerve endings were begging for release.

  Bronx pushed on her belly. “Lie flat. I need to be deeper inside you.”

  “That’ll work for me, too,” said York.

  Nevis let them lower her onto her back, Bronx holding her ass off the hood so he could tilt it high and plunge himself so deep inside her his balls were grinding against her skin.

  York leaned over her, holding her head now, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth until it rested against the back of her throat. She did her best not to gag, and took him a little way down, breathing through her nose, but her brain really wasn’t able to concentrate anymore, she was so close to coming.

  With both men fucking her, the end came quickly. Her cunt clutched tightly around Bronx’s cock and she came hard, sucking desperately on York’s cock to bring him with her. York grabbed her hair, almost painfully, driving his cock down her throat again and again, as Bronx was doing much the same with his cock between her thighs.

  Then her mouth filled with slightly salty cum, her pussy was flooded with Bronx’s essence, and she flopped flat on her back on Walter’s hood, trying to get her breath back.

  Finally York lifted her off Walter and went to lay her on the makeshift bed. She shook her head. “No, I really need a shower first.”

  “We’ll all go. These truck stop restrooms aren’t always the best of places for a woman alone.”

  “Well, if I start screaming you’d better come into the ladies side. It won’t be because I’m climaxing!” she said.

  “We can do better than that. I’ll come in as a wolf and guard your door,” said Bronx.

  “You’re way too big. No one will believe you’re a dog. I’ll do it,” said York.

  Nevis dropped soap, shampoo, deodorant, a comb, and clean underwear into a plastic bag, then hung a towel over her arm. “I’d like to see you both as wolves. That’s something I’ve been meaning to do.”

  “Actually that might be even better. With both of us there, no one will be game to come near her,” said Bronx.

  “Just don’t scare any poor woman coming in to use the facilities. I don’t want to have to break you out of an animal shelter or something.”

  “How would you do that?” asked York. Nevis thought he looked quite confused.

  “It’d be dead easy. I’d just drive Animal straight through the wall and hope you had enough sense to run after me as I drove away.”

  Bronx laughed and York almost choked. “Remind me to show the where the gears are real soon. Now, are you ready to see us in our transformed shapes?” said Bronx.

  “Yes, please.” Nevis stopped getting dressed and watched them. She was very curious about what they’d looked like. She expected Bronx to be big with dark fur, but York had dark hair, too. He wasn’t tanned like Bronx though, and there was no gray in his short, curly hair.

  Bronx picked up his jeans and handed her the keys to the truck, then both men shimmered and were gone. Instead there were two black wolves standing before her. Realistically they both looked too big to be dogs, but she supposed they could be some large breed. Excerpt that their paws really were big for full-grown animals. They weren’t puppies to be still growing into their paw size. Bronx had flecks of gray in his coat as well. Not a lot, but she could see some. York’s coat wasn’t curly, like his hair, but his fur was shorter than Bronx’s and his tail less fluffy. He wasn’t as tall as Bronx either but he was still big enough to frighten people.

  “Be nice. Don’t scare people. Pretend to be cute friendly puppies,” she said. Nevis walked to the rear of the truck and opened the door, jumping down and waiting for the wolves to join her. The truck door was damn heavy for her to shut by herself, but once she stood on the bar that was used to hitch a second truck behind Animal, she could put a lot more force into her swing and she shut it successfully.

  She beeped the rig locked then walked back toward the restrooms. Bronx had deliberately parked well away from them for privacy, so the two wolves had a bit of a run and a play on their way through the parking area. They chased each other, and she wondered if they really wanted to get rid of some energy, or if they were just happy to be in the shape-shifted form. Or perhaps they were pretending to be puppies, as she’d said.

  There was no one in the restrooms when she arrived, so she took the farthest shower cubicle and the men sat down at the door waiting for her. Bronx even had part of his body under the door on her side of the shower. She wondered if he did it to make himself look smaller, or because he wanted to watch her shower.

  She washed herself quickly, remembering the erotic showers she’d shared with the men, but now was not the time to try any of those tactics. She toweled her hair dry, then got dressed, before combing her hair and collecting her belongings. Bronx scrambled backward out from under the door when she was ready, so she could open it. They made their way out of the building then the wolves ran ahead of her into the scrubby bushes lining the truck stop. She stood and watched them play, loving the way they interacted with each other, and took turns at jumping and chasing each other.

  Back at the big rig she beeped the vehicle again, then opened the door for the wolves to enter. She left it ajar just the tiniest bit, and looked around. It was almost dark and the diner was a blaze of neon lights. The restroom lighting was on as well, and a couple of large overhead lights sca
ttered throughout the parking area. There were half a dozen trucks parked close to the diner, and Nevis’s stomach rumbled. As soon as the men came out they’d go eat. Bronx always seemed to be hungry and lately, she was hungry a lot, too. It must be all the excellent sex she was getting. Hmm, sex. I wonder if we’ll make love again after dinner. I wouldn’t mind fucking in our bed on the floor next time. And tomorrow Bronx will have his toys. Oh yes. A BDSM scene is just what I need. That will be truly awesome.

  Chapter Five

  Bronx gave York a driving lesson first thing the next morning. York sat in the driver’s seat and he sat in the middle, close enough to grab the wheel—he hoped—if anything went wrong. York was experienced at driving manual transmissions, so Bronx figured he’d understand the clutch and gears fast enough.

  “Listen to the engine. Hear it telling you to change gear? Now. Now!”

  He was almost certain Nevis was giggling in the window seat, but after a while York was changing gears just fine, with only the occasional grinding noise. He certainly maneuvered the truck properly, having no trouble changing lanes on the road.

  York drove all the way to Bronx’s home, and then the three of them had to pack everything up. Fortunately he’d had the good sense to buy a lot of storage boxes from the company where Nevis’s possessions had been stored. He didn’t have quite enough, but Nevis unpacked a few boxes that had a whole lot of little things in them, and dumped the small items into pillowcases, which helped.

  Then they cleaned his apartment thoroughly so he could get his deposit back. By that time they were all filthy and exhausted.

  “I’m not going to shower here and mess up the bathroom. It took me too long to get the tiles clean,” grumbled Nevis.

  “There’s another truck stop just out of town. I’ll drive there.

  York might be a good enough driver now, but Bronx’s nerves had been stretched enough for one day. The bathrooms were busy with a constant flow of people in and out as it was meal time and a lot of people were stopping at the diner, not just truck drivers, so Bronx was happy enough to let Nevis go in alone.

  By the time she came out, they were all more than ready for a good meal and then to go to bed. He told York and Nevis to stay outside the rig while he sorted through his boxes and rearranged their sleeping space.

  “Don’t you want some help?” asked York.

  “No. I know what I want and I put the boxes in a certain place. I’ll find everything.” He wanted this to be a surprise. He’d put his toy box right by the bed, and they’d left a narrow pathway beside the minivan and into the area just behind the cab of the rig. But now they had all her gear and his stuff, which admittedly was quite a bit more than Nevis’s, plus the minivan as well, so there wasn’t a whole lot of empty space. He really needed to throw out quite a lot of stuff, but he’d wait until their trailer extensions were done, and they’d furnished their home, before throwing away anything other than old books and papers and junk. At the moment they likely had too much furniture, but once they had a larger living area, who knew what they might need. Maybe even his sofa and armchairs as well as hers.

  He turned the engine on to auxiliary power so he could have the light on inside the back where they were, but covered the window so no one could see in. Then he stacked some boxes into higher piles to make a little more space. He opened his toy box and took out the blindfold, a ball gag, his favorite flogger, a paddle and a whip, and some lengths of rope. Now he was ready.

  Bronx walked back and jumped out of the rig.

  “Are you ready?” asked York.

  He nodded and they helped Nevis climb back inside. York went next and Bronx followed them, locking the door of the vehicle. Now was definitely not the time to be interrupted. He’d been looking forward to this moment for way too long. Fucking Nevis was wonderful, but this was going to be their very first BDSM scene and he didn’t want anything going wrong. He had to keep the action quite mild since it was her first time, but he wanted it to be so special she was eager for more.

  Besides, York needed the opportunity to give her commands as well. He would be her Master as well as Bronx, but Bronx was in overall charge.

  Nevis undressed silently, obviously ready for whatever he’d planned. York almost ripped his clothing off he was in such a hurry. Bronx felt the same sense of urgency, but forced himself to move more slowly. “First, I’m going to gag you so we don’t attract any attention from all the other people here. This truck stop is a very busy one indeed with far too many people walking around to risk disturbing someone. Then I’ll blindfold you. I don’t want you to know which of us is touching you. You need to learn to tell us apart.”

  Nevis nodded, watching as he held up the ball gag, and then the blindfold. He pushed the gag into her mouth tightening it at the back of her head, and being careful not to catch any of her short blonde curls in the ties. Then he slipped the blindfold over her eyes, ensuring her vision was completely blocked. Only then did he lift the flogger, paddle, whip, and rope from the box he’d placed them in nearby. He held the rope and gestured to the other toys, letting York chose whichever one he wanted.

  Bronx watched York’s gaze go from the whip, to the flogger, to the paddle, and back to the whip, before he chose the paddle. Bronx took a length of rope and tied it around one of Nevis’s wrists. He stood her in front of the minivan, facing the hood, and measured the rope, tying it to the armrest on the inside of the car door, and then shutting the door, so the rope was taut. He repeated his actions with another length of rope on her other wrist. Now she was firmly held in place by the minivan, unable to move more than an inch or two from side to side.

  So far so good. Now he got the flogger and laid some stripes across her ass, her shoulders and thighs. He stepped back and nodded to York. York stood close to her and paddled her ass firmly, until the cheeks were a bright pink, before moving away from her.

  This time Bronx concentrated on flogging her where she was less likely to expect him to do so. Her thighs and calves, her shoulders, even a few strokes across her breasts and cunt. He had plans for her breasts. They were ripe and voluptuous. He hoped to introduce her to the joys of subspace when they returned home, and the means he would use would be those breasts of hers. They held a multitude of possibilities and he wanted her to start thinking about them. These few strokes with his flogger were just to whet her taste for having them aroused by pain.

  He beckoned to York and they stood shoulder to shoulder behind her. “Are you aroused, slave?” he asked.

  She nodded emphatically.

  “See if she’s telling me the truth,” he said to York.

  York bent and put a finger inside her cunt. He drew it out slowly and Bronx could see it glistening with her moisture.

  “Taste it and tell me what you think.”

  York licked his finger and said, “Delicious. She’s ready to be fucked in the cunt, but what about her ass?”

  “Do you want us both in you together again, slave?”

  Once again Nevis nodded hard.

  “Very well. Prepare her ass.” Bronx pointed to the box where he’d placed some toys and York quickly grabbed the lube and began preparing her ass.

  Bronx packed away the paddle and the whip, which he hadn’t used, but kept the flogger, standing to one side of her, and flicking it over her pussy and breasts again, then flogged her calves, before putting it away. By the time York was kneeling with his fingers deep inside Nevis, Bronx had removed the ropes from inside the minivan—or Walter as he supposed he should call it thanks to Nevis’s crazy ideas—and was ready to untie her wrists.

  He finished untying her and removed the blindfold, but left the ball gag in place. He wanted her to come really hard tonight, but he didn’t want anyone banging on the truck door to find out what was happening. He held her in his arms as he lay on their makeshift bed, then he pulled her down on his cock, slamming it into her with all his strength, driving it as deep as it would go. Then he wrapped a strong arm over her back, pres
sing her body against his so York could breach her ass. Once York was in position he said, “Seesaw,” and pulled out of Nevis. She tried to wiggle but he gripped her hips even tighter and then waited for York to move. He held his position until York was almost completely out of her, before ramming into her again.

  They gradually built up the pace, until Nevis was digging her fingernails so deep into his chest she was likely drawing blood. But he didn’t mind. He wanted her unbearably aroused and he knew he’d succeeded. He nodded at York across her shoulder and they both pulled out together, and jack-hammered into her as fast as they could. She didn’t last two strokes before her cunt clenched on him so hard he thought she might break his dick. Then she poured her hot cream all over him. He lifted one of her breasts up to his mouth and bit the nipple to keep her climax rolling through her as he pumped into her fast and hard, until his control was gone, and he spurted jet after jet of cum into her cunt. He could see York shuddering and knew he’d come as well.

  Nevis was sagging in their arms, slumped over his chest, her breasts heaving as she gasped for air. He grabbed the ball gag and removed it so she could breathe more easily, before rolling them all onto their sides.

  “Do you think Walter will mind when we start sleeping in our own bedroom without him?” Nevis asked.

  He couldn’t help laughing. She was the most amazing woman.

  “He’ll just have to get together with Kermit,” said York.

  “Maybe they’ll be a ménage. Animal, Walter, and Kermit,” she said drowsily.

  * * * *

  “I want to drive today,” said Nevis opening the door and sliding into the driver’s seat of the big rig.

  “Oh gods. It was bad enough with York driving for most of yesterday,” groaned Bronx.

  “Don’t be a wimp. If Andorra can fly a helicopter I can drive a truck. How hard can it be?”