by Cara Adams
She hoped there was a bed somewhere nearby. She’d been fucked standing up and upside down and both had been awesome, but if she was to be fucked again, lying down would be good. She’d had so much excitement her knees were wobbly.
The two men unbuckled her wrists and ankles from the cross and stood her on the floor. She hoped they were about to take the nipple clips off. That weight was devastatingly effective. It tugged and dragged on her nipples until she was desperate for someone to suck them and relieve the burn.
When she saw the bright purple vibrator, she moaned. Oh, shit! It was huge and it was a double-headed vibrator. She’d never used one of those before but having been fucked by two men she could already imagine it inside her. They kneeled down and pushed the two heads into her. The smaller one slid deep into her ass and the bigger one filled her cunt. She tried to stand with her legs together but couldn’t. She was too full.
Tally held up a bright purple piece of fabric. “Remember when we spoke about public exhibition? We’re going to put this hood over your head and walk you through the club now. No one will know who you are and we’ll both be wearing hoods as well. Blink three times if you agree.”
She stared at them. Both of them were wearing black thongs so their cocks were hidden. Her cunt, however, was going to be on display. But no one would know it was her. And the damn nipple clips were still in place driving her wild with desire every time she breathed in and out. Was she game? Did she want to parade around a BDSM club stark naked but with her face hidden? Hell yes, she did!
Slowly and carefully, she blinked three times. Sam pulled the purple hood over her head. It took a little bit of fiddling so the tiny slits were in the correct place and she could see out, but then it was done.
Tally stood behind her and cuffed her wrists behind her back. Then he tied her elbows together, forcing her to push her chest out to balance her body. More ropes were tied to the handcuffs and she guessed they’d each hold one.
When the men came into her vision again they were each wearing black hoods that matched their black thongs. They were both carrying toys as well. Sam had the paddle and Tally a whip. Sam opened the door and Tally led her through it. Then they walked really slowly all through the public rooms of the BDSM club. With her elbows tied behind her back forcing her breasts forward, and the vibrators inside her, Heather actually found it hard to walk. It was almost as if the position had been designed to draw all eyes to her cunt and her breasts. Except that from time to time the men stood still and walked her around in a circle, making her bend over so everyone could see the butt plug. Then she’d be ordered to stand with her legs wide apart while one or the other of them turned the vibrators on or tugged on the nipple chain.
Heather’s entire body was burning hot and she was desperate to be fucked. She’d never felt so needy in her entire life before and she’d already had two massive orgasms.
At one stage, Sam told her to bend over and he paddled her ass. If someone had buzzed the vibrators, then she’d have come for sure. He punished her hard, the dull thwack of the paddle spreading the burn over her entire ass. He only paddled her half a dozen times, but it was enough to have her teetering on the brink of an orgasm. An orgasm she desperately wanted. But he stopped before she came and she knew that was intentional. Just the same was the fact that neither of them buzzed the vibrators right then, so she didn’t climax and they walked some more.
By the time they returned to their dungeon she was desperate to be fucked. Piece by piece the men untied her constraints and removed the hood. When the ball gag was taken off she was ready to beg. “Please fuck me, both of you.”
“Is our slave feeling a little needy?” teased Sam.
“Hell yes.”
Tally tugged on the weight hanging from the nipple chain. “Did our toys keep you alert?”
“Yes, Master.” Begging hadn’t worked, so maybe being polite would.
Both the vibrators buzzed, almost causing her to fall over.
“Are you ready for us to replace these toys with our dicks?” asked Sam.
“Yes, please, Masters.”
The two men removed the purple toys, leaving her feeling strangely empty.
Sam grabbed her and pulled her body against his before pushing her onto her knees. “Why don’t you suck my cock so I can slide it in that hot ass of yours?”
She was perfectly happy to suck him, both of them. She loved their cocks. Like their bodies, they were similar, but also different. Sam’s hair and skin were darker than Taliesin’s and his cock was also darker in color and a little thicker. She sucked him as deep as she could and noticed the slight taste of semen on him. He had a spicy flavor that she genuinely liked. She sucked him harder and then cupped his balls, rolling them in her hands before licking up and down his shaft. When she put his cockhead back in her mouth the taste of his seed was stronger again, so he was as needy as she was. That was good to know. Soon he’d fuck her.
As soon as she let Sam’s cock out of her mouth, Tally called to her, “Come here, slave.”
She turned around and he’d unrolled a thin mattress on the floor and was lying on it on his back. He was already wearing a condom and his cock was standing up straight and tall. Happily she crossed the room and kneeled beside him. “How can I suck you when you’re already gloved up?”
“Why don’t you sit on my dick while I take off those nipple clips?”
Ah, good. She was ready to have them removed. She sat across his thighs, dragging her damp pussy over his skin before holding him at her cunt and sliding down on him until their bodies were hard against each other. She leaned forward so Tally could unclip the nipple clamps. He took her left breast into his mouth, sucking hard. Her aching, engorged nipples throbbed at the pressure, but then he unscrewed the clamp and released her poor, tortured little bud. Immediately Tally took her nipple and areola into his mouth again, sucking hard until it was back to normal.
She had the same rush of blood and pain with the second one but this time he spent longer teasing under the curve of her breast and stroking the skin between her breasts as well as sucking her nipple. Tally pulled her down closer to his mouth and began massaging her breasts and licking and sucking her skin, as Sam held her ass open and began pushing his cock inside her.
Heather was so happy like this, with both the men holding her, filling her, completing her. She’d loved the BDSM session and she loved the way they fucked her, always ensuring she received pleasure. She’d never had so many orgasms in a night as since she’d been with Tally and Sam.
She rested her head on Tally’s chest, listening to the pounding of his heart as both men buried themselves balls deep in her, one in her cunt and the other in her ass. She’d loved it earlier when they’d fucked her individually. That had been good to have special time one on one with each of them in turn. But being double fucked like this was her absolute favorite thing. Right now they were pumping in and out of her so slowly she wanted to scream at them to hurry up. But she knew no matter what she said they wouldn’t budge an inch from their plan. Since their plan inevitably brought her to a shattering orgasm she’d let them have their way, but her personal preference would have been for much faster movement right now.
As she wiggled between them, trying to drive their cocks deeper into her cunt and ass, and stroking her hands over arms, backs, and sides, she realized they were speeding up. There was no breath-catching pause now between when they pulled out and when they pushed back in. Heather was under no illusions. All the wiggling in the world wouldn’t have made that happen. It was all part of their fiendish plan to drive her insane with lust.
Well, she had an equally fiendish plan of her own. To drive them crazy first. Heather dragged her toes up their legs until her knee wouldn’t bend any higher, and then stroked her toes back down again. She wasn’t too sure which legs belonged to whom, but she figured if she kept doing it, sooner or later someone would be affected.
It was getting harder for her to think, though,
She was so aroused by the steady, metronomic beat of their advance and withdrawal in and out of her cunt and ass, that even petting them with her hands was becoming harder to manage. She wanted to stop and grip their cocks inside her, or just lie still and let the measured beat of their actions cause her to float away to release. Except that likely it wouldn’t be happening just that simply. Heather gripped Tally’s chin, held his mouth still, and kissed him. She poured all her passion, her need, her desire into that kiss, and responded frantically as he began tongue-fucking her in time with jack-hammering cocks lower down.
Faster and faster they went, her body bouncing between them until finally the orgasm exploded from her belly with mind-blowing force. Every inch of her shook with the release and still the men pounded into her, their hands gripping her hips tightly as they came, too.
Every time these men brought her to orgasm, it was more powerful than the one before. At this rate the next one really would shatter her body into tiny pieces of confetti as she came.
* * * *
Sam kept snatching glimpses of Heather in the passenger seat as he drove her home. Her head was resting on the window pane and her eyes were closed. She had a rosy, well-fucked look about her, and he couldn’t help a burst of male pride as of a man who’d fucked his woman long and hard until she was replete and satiated.
He loved that look on her face. Actually he loved her all the time, even when her face gleamed with wicked mischief. But her complete exhaustion after the scenes he and Tally had planned and the fucking they’d given her made him glow with machismo.
He stopped right outside the front door of her apartment block and he and Tally jumped out to escort her inside. “Happy?” he asked.
“Oh yes, thanks. It was a wonderful evening.”
He held her shoulder and tilted her head up to look at him. “Do you see now that all you need to do is obey Tally and me? That there’s no need for you to look for excitement and danger anywhere else, because the dungeon and the bedroom are all the adventure you need.”
She stepped back from him and asked, “What do you mean?”
“It’s obvious, isn’t it? Tally and I can show you danger and excitement. We can give you the adrenaline rush you need. Promise me now you won’t go running down stairs or jumping into moving vehicles or anything like that ever again. Promise me you’ll let Tally and me plan your fun in the dungeon from now on.”
“Wait a minute. You’re saying that just because you two wolves gave me a couple of orgasms tonight that that’s it for me? I’m not in charge of my own life anymore? You’ll tell me what you think will be enough enjoyment in my life? Well excuse me, Mr. Wolf. You don’t own me. You are not my manager. You have no say, absolutely no control whatsoever, of my life. Fuck off, Sam, and stay away from me. And don’t try sending Tally anywhere near me either, as he obviously feels just the same as you do.”
She turned around and ran into the apartment building so fast he hadn’t even had time to close his mouth. She’d thrown them over? After the best sex ever, and an amazing dungeon scene he and Tally had spent hours crafting just for her, and three orgasms, she’d walked out on them? Just like that?
“I don’t think you handled that very well,” said Tally.
“No.” Sam leaned against the fender of his car. “She really did tell us to stay away from her, didn’t she? I’m not imagining that part?”
“She made it very clear we’re not to approach her again.”
“Damn. I fucked that right up, didn’t I?”
“Yes, you did.”
“If you want to punch me, I’ll understand.” Sam couldn’t believe what had gone wrong. One minute she was sitting beside him, limp, satiated, replete, after a perfect night together. The next she was telling him to stay away from her forever.
Tally patted him on the shoulder. “We’re wolves, Sam. We never give up. Now get in the car and drive us home. We need a plan to bring her back to us again.”
Chapter Six
Tally wasn’t at all sure what to do next. He thought Sam had been a little insensitive in the way he’d spoken to Heather, but he’d also never expected her to be so adamantly opposed to following their directions. They were not proposing some lifestyle version of BDSM where the sub wasn’t allowed to eat or get dressed without explicit permission from the Master. All they wanted was for her to act like a normal mature adult.
Yes, well, about that word normal. What was normal after all? Likely normal didn’t even come close to two werewolf shape-shifters wanting a ménage relationship with a human woman.
But still, why wouldn’t she agree to take the elevator like anyone else?
Because she’s not anyone else. We wouldn’t be in love with her if she was anyone else. It was that quirky, mischievous, fun nature of hers that attracted us to her in the first place.
So, how could he get their romance back on track? Preferably without being tossed into a dumpster with the unwanted flowers by an angry florist.
Tally paced up and down the hallway between the entry doors to the four theaters in the cinema complex. He’d had nowhere near enough sleep last night. He’d lain awake trying to come up with a solution and he’d arrived here long before it was time to open the cinema because there was more space to pace here than in his little apartment.
What he really needed to do was go for a run in his wolf form, but there wasn’t anywhere nearby to do that. Most of the wolves just exercised in the fitness center, although Lewis had been building a running track on the roof which was basically completed. Some of the wolves had run there and said it was very good. But the fact was that he needed to run today and couldn’t, so he was stuck with pacing and trying to think.
Was there a solution to this problem at all? Well, what were the facts? One, he and Sam loved Heather. Two, Heather seemed to like them. She certainly liked spending time with them and was prepared to rearrange her schedule and hire a junior to date them. Three. Hmm, three seemed to be that she’d kicked them to the curb.
Maybe he was going about this the wrong way. Why did they want Heather? Or to be more precise, why did they love her? Tally stopped pacing and thought of her intelligent sparkling eyes, her luscious body, her wonderful sense of fun, her intelligent wit, and her love for other people demonstrated by how she’d rushed to save the child in the car. Heather was intrepid, fearless, passionate, dedicated, and vivacious. There were the five reasons why he loved her.
Now what did he and Sam have to offer her? Their hearts were already at her feet, even if she wasn’t aware of it. Their passion. Their desire to put her first and please her. Hmm. That wasn’t much of a list. He and Sam would need to do a whole lot better than that to win her back. Doms were planners. Get the facts and plan the scene. That was their strength. Maybe it was time to pick Barry’s brain about how to win her back, and Helena’s as well. Luckily she hadn’t banned them from talking to her assistant or her best friend. Step one would be to collect the facts.
* * * *
“Hi, Helena. Sam and I were hoping to talk to you about Heather. Can we buy you lunch today at The Steakhouse? Just pick a time that suits you,” said Tally.
Sam was standing beside him, having asked Tally to make the calls in case he opened his mouth and said the wrong thing. He’d already done that once. He didn’t need a replay of the disaster.
Tally had his cell phone on speaker so Sam could listen in easily.
“Lunch? Are you crazy? I haven’t had lunch on a working day since the day I opened the beauty shop. I’ve got a line of customers here stretching halfway to Hawaii. I’ll get there about seven, maybe a fraction after, okay?”
“Thank you. We’ll see you then.”
“You’d better brace yourself. I don’t like the way you’ve upset my best friend. She didn’t deserve that you treated her like that.” The phone went dead.
“Ah, fuck. I’ll be lucky if she doesn’t throw the meal at me and everyone will think the food is bad or something,” groaned Sam.<
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“Well, make sure she gets the best meal around. That way she’ll be too busy eating to hit you,” replied Tally.
“Huh. Right. Go on, talk to Barry. Likely he really will punch me.” Barry was close to Heather and idolized her. Sam could picture the ways the older man would likely slice and dice him with his own steak knives. But Tally was right. To win back their woman they needed some help from the people who knew her best.
Sam shoved his hands in his pockets as Tally contacted Barry. He could hear Barry speaking to Heather and then he said, “Is noon too soon? I can’t be gone too long as we’re busy today.”
“Noon is great. Phone through your menu choice about twenty minutes early so it’ll be ready for you,” said Tally.
“See you then.”
“I need to get back to the cinema. You sit down and make a list of questions you need to ask Barry,” said Tally.
“I will. In nonconfrontational language,” he added, trying to joke. Although he didn’t feel like joking. All he wanted was Heather back in his arms. But how could he keep her safe if she persisted in doing dangerous things? Why wasn’t their love enough for her?
At ten minutes to twelve the chef told him to get out of the kitchen. “Your lunch will have a sauce made up entirely of crushed sleeping pills if you come back in here again. Now go outside and do your own job,” the chef ordered.
But how could he work when he needed to make everything right again with Heather? He loved her, dammit!
Barry arrived about two minutes after twelve and Sam showed him to the table he’d reserved at the back. Here they’d have a little more privacy, although at lunch hour people tended to eat and rush off to shop rather than sit and listen to conversations. People who just wanted to kill time tended to stay on the first floor of the mall in the food court.
A minute or two later Tally appeared and Sam went and made them all coffee. By the time he brought the coffees over to the table one of the wait staff had served everyone’s meals. He hadn’t even thought about what he’d eat himself. It was just as well his chef knew him so well.
