by Cara Adams
Kyan stood back and watched. Aragon lifted his head up leaving Bianca’s nipple a hard point in the air. He fumbled a little with the clamp, but attached it to her nipple properly, then turned to suck her left nipple. There was no fumbling this time as he tightened the clamp on Bianca’s breast tip after sucking it into a rosy bud.
Aragon kneeled down in front of Bianca and pulled the clit clamp out of the packet. He looked carefully at it, apparently checking it attached the same way as the other two pieces of jewelry, then buried his face in Bianca’s pussy. Kyan’s cock hardened at the thought of Aragon licking her clit out of its little hood until it was standing up enough for him to attach the final clamp. Aragon completed his task then stood back beside Bianca again.
Kyan flicked a fingernail over Bianca’s breasts. His gaze fixed to her face as he did so. Aragon had attached the clips properly, and touching them aroused Bianca. That was all as it should be. Then he crouched before her and checked the clit clamp. It, too, was attached properly, and he couldn’t resist stroking a finger along her slit. She was very wet, very aroused. Excellent. “What color are you feeling, Bianca?” he asked.
“Green,” she answered breathily.
Good.
He returned to the counter and picked up the other packet, then handed it to Bianca. “Put these on Aragon.”
Confidently she took the bag, sucked one of Aragon nipples, then screwed the clamp on, before repeating her actions on the other nipple and stepping back into her place. Kyan wondered whether she’d used them before, or was simply familiar with what to do from using various other pieces of jewelry, and having had clamps put on her own nipples just moments ago.
He collected the vibrator from the counter, crouched in front of her once again, and drove three fingers deep into her cunt with no warning. Her pussy muscles gripped his fingers hard, and her cream coated him with warm wetness. She was more than ready for the vibrator. He withdrew his hand, then pushed the dildo into her cunt, making sure it was deep inside her before he let go. Then he held up his index finger and sucked it into his mouth. “Delicious. Want to taste?” he asked his male sub.
Aragon nodded wildly and Kyan held the next finger to his lips. Aragon’s tongue flicked out and licked up and down the digit. His eyes closed as he savored Bianca’s flavor and Bianca’s breath hitched.
Happy with how his scene was progressing, Kyan picked up a tube of lube and the first of the butt plugs.
“Insert this in her now, Aragon. Bianca, kneel on all fours.”
Bianca obeyed him instantly, which was another sign of how aroused and ready she was. Aragon took his time preparing her ass, until she was visibly pushing back onto his fingers, and then he slowly inserted the plug. Despite his hesitancy and lack of confidence, he’d prepared her very well, and that should enable him to not worry so much next time. Kyan knew this was going to be a learning curve for all three of them, but his plan to empower Aragon and build his self-esteem was certainly working.
“Stand up, Bianca, and, Aragon, you get on your hands and knees.”
He handed Bianca the other butt plug and the lube. “Insert this in Aragon.”
She didn’t seem stressed at being given this task, so Kyan guessed this wasn’t her first experience of a butt plug. He’d love to know what she thought of having one in her own ass, but he wasn’t going to break the tension by asking her. Making her walk around a little with it inside her should be interesting though.
Kyan stood back and watched as Bianca crawled behind Aragon, squeezed lube onto her fingers, and began massaging Aragon’s rear entry. It didn’t take her long to realize she had to grip his back or hips to hold him still, then she got closer to him for more control. But soon she had several fingers inside him, and was rhythmically massaging his walls. Finally she put lube over the butt plug and pressed it against Aragon’s back door and it slid deep inside him very easily. She’d done a good job. They both had, particularly since Kyan was certain it was a new experience for both of them.
“Color, Bianca?”
“Green.”
“Color, Aragon?”
“Green, Sir.”
“Lie flat on your front, Aragon.”
As soon as his body was flat against the floor, Kyan said, “Now stand on his back, Bianca. Put your feet in the center of his lower back, and stand still.”
Bianca stared full into his face for a long minute, and Kyan wondered if she’d refuse. Aragon was big and strong, as well as being a werewolf shape-shifter. He could easily support her weight. Nervously, Bianca placed one foot on Aragon’s back, just above his ass, then she stepped up onto him.
“Walk up to his shoulders and stop there.”
She stretched her arms out to her sides, at shoulder height, like a high-wire performer at a circus, then took the few steps to reach his shoulders.
“Take one more step down his body so his nipples are being pressed hard against the floor. Make him really feel those nipple clips.”
Bianca did as she was told and Aragon groaned.
“Step off him. Roll over, Aragon.”
As soon as she had both feet on the ground, Kyan used the remote control to give the vibrator in her a cunt a long hard buzz. Bianca’s eyes flew wide open and she stared at him in shock. She obviously hadn’t thought it was a vibrator.
“Lie on your back on the floor, Bianca.”
She got down very gracefully. Once he knew she was a shape-shifter it was evident in all kinds of ways, including her graceful body movements. He wondered if she was thinking he might stand on her. But no, both he and Aragon were much too heavy for her. He had something completely different planned to do next.
“Stand up, Aragon.”
He handed the other man a jar of strawberry-flavored body paint.
“Decorate her body. Color in the places we might like to lick strawberry-flavored paint off her skin, and draw some designs on her. Let me see how artistic you can be.”
Aragon took his time coating her breasts in color, then her pussy lips. He painted her knees and her wrists, and drew swirls around her bellybutton, and lines and spirals connecting all his artwork together with flowing curves and tiny dots. It was some time later when he sat back on his heels, finished.
“Now you lie down. Bianca, it’s your turn.”
He handed Bianca a jar of chocolate-flavored body paint, and silently moved across to the drawers. From the deep drawer, he took out a carry bag and loaded all their clothes into it, leaving it by the door. Then he pulled out a mask for himself, and two full-face hoods with just eye holes cut in them for his subs. Two collars and two leashes were also added to the pile of toys on the counter.
As he worked he kept checking on Bianca’s progress. Because Aragon was bigger than her she had more real estate to work on, but also her designs, as befitted a talented craftswoman, were more intricate. So he’d finished his preparations well before she pronounced herself satisfied with her artwork.
He put on the mask he’d chosen for himself, then picked up the hoods and collars.
“Kneel.”
He clasped a collar around each of their necks, then pulled the hoods over their heads, making sure Bianca’s long red hair was hidden. Next he attached the leashes to the collars. He slung the bag of clothing over one shoulder then held the end of the two leashes. “Let’s go.”
Kyan unlocked the door of the dungeon and led his subs to the elevator. He had to swipe the keycard to open the door and then again before pressing the button for the fifth floor. No one was in the elevator when it arrived, and the elevator didn’t stop on the way to the fifth floor. He’d half hoped it would stop at the ground floor and display his subs for someone to see, but on the other hand walking naked through the hallways of the club was likely a big enough step for them to take this time without adding observers to the mix. But if he did this another time, he rather thought he’d press the button for the ground floor himself, just so the elevator door opened and displayed them before he shut
it again.
When he swiped the keycard and opened the door of their room, he instantly noticed the bedding was piled neatly on a chair, with the bed made up only with a clean white sheet. He ushered them into the room and locked the door, dropping the bag of clothes there in the entry, then removing the leashes, collars and blindfolds, as well as his own mask. Finally he undressed, freeing his aching dick from the tight confinement of his pants.
Before he dropped his pants to the floor he buzzed the vibrator in Bianca’s cunt, making her groan.
“How did it feel walking with an ass full of butt plug? How did it feel knowing the elevator doors might open at any time and someone would see your naked bodies?” he asked, switching the vibrator on again.
“Hot,” whispered Bianca.
“Yeah,” agreed Aragon.
“Climb on the bed. It’s time for a snack. Aragon why don’t you start by tasting some of those designs on Bianca’s body.”
For the next ten minutes he made them switch from person to person between licking and being licked, pressing the button on the vibrator at random intervals until he could see they were both on the edge of orgasm. Besides, his own dick was so huge it was getting hard for him to concentrate as well.
“Now take his nipple clamps off, Bianca.”
As soon as they were removed he told Aragon to take hers off and then the vibrators and butt plugs were withdrawn. Finally it was his turn. He scooted onto the bed and lay flat, tugging Bianca over his body and driving his cock inside her with all his force, not stopping until his balls were tight against her hot pussy.
“Your turn, Aragon.”
Aragon settled over Bianca’s back and Kyan could feel the other man’s cock sliding deep inside her until they were ready to begin the fucking.
Bianca gave a happy little sigh and wiggled tight between them, and Kyan had to grip her shoulders tightly. “Any more of that, witch, and this’ll be all over before it begins.”
He dragged his cock out of her hot pussy, until just his cockhead remained inside her, then nodded to Aragon. As Aragon started to withdraw he matched his speed to the other man’s, filling her again. Slowly, slowly, they moved in and out, advancing and retreating, filling her and emptying her again, until his nerves were wound tighter than a drum and he could see Aragon clenching his teeth. Bianca kept trying to move but they held her firmly between them, not giving her any freedom. “Together!”
They both withdrew then slammed into her, and Bianca broke, her cunt gripping him hard and her hot juices flooding over his cock. Finally he managed to move again, and he powered up into her, Aragon keeping pace with him until Aragon groaned and heat flooded her ass, so much that Kyan could feel it, too. Bianca was still quivering around him as he completed one more thrust before his seed burst up from his toes, his climax roaring up his spine as his balls exploded stream after stream of cum into her pussy. Again and again he thrust, ever more disjointedly, as his essence filled her.
Finally, he rolled them all onto their sides, his cock still buried inside her. Together they lay still and panted, regaining their breath.
“Okay, time for a shower, then we’ll make the bed and take a nap before going downstairs for a meal,” he said.
“Fuck the shower and the meal. I’m not moving,” said Bianca.
Aragon climbed off her and together they hauled her to her feet, and carried her into the bathroom. He let Aragon hold her as he turned the water on in the shower then he pushed her against the wall.
“Not moving, huh? Are you sure about that?” Once again he drove three fingers into her cunt, pulling them out covered with her cream and his seed all mixed together. He spread the fluid on her lips, and when she opened them he let her suck his fingers.
“Maybe.”
Laughing, he slapped her ass and held her under the water. “While we eat we’ll brainstorm some more ideas about the DADISP, then we’ll come up here and fuck your brains out again,” he promised.
“Oh, well, in that case, all right.”
Chapter Five
Bianca was exhausted. She felt as though she’d been on an emotional rollercoaster for weeks. First there was this new short-term job for the Alpha of Kyan and Aragon’s pack, coordinating the mating party. It was more responsibility than she’d ever had before. It was so much better than her regular job, not just that it paid more, but because the work itself and the people she was meeting were much nicer, friendlier, and helpful. Oh sure, she had friends back at her old job, and she hoped she’d be able to go back there after the party was over and this job wrapped up. But she wouldn’t cry if the boss there didn’t want her. It was just a job. But this work was more than that. She even felt as if she was doing something positive for so many other people. And getting paid, as well.
Then there were the two deliciously handsome, unbearably sweet and kind men, Kyan and Aragon. Sure Kyan was a fraction bossy, but she was fast coming to believe that she loved them both. She’d admitted to being attracted to them almost from the moment they met. But they were so kind and considerate, always looking out for each other and for her. They were simply the nicest, sweetest men she’d ever known. The fact that they wanted a relationship with her was pure torture, because no matter how much she wanted that, too, she knew it couldn’t last. Sooner or later people would start sneering at the wolves for spending time with a fox. Sooner or later they’d have to associate with people who didn’t approve of interspecies marriages, and then her happy little romance would shatter around her and she’d have to give up the men.
Finally, there was the party. It was such a wonderful idea to introduce people to others seriously looking for a life partner. But every time she thought she’d made progress another obstacle was being thrown up in her face. And that was without even considering the things that could go completely wrong during the event, like the banned males forming into a group and forcing their way into the party. Nowhere would be completely safe. The Kabins had potential, but the dates didn’t work, and even that was only the best out of the bunch. It was by no means ideal. Seriously, the only safe place would be in the heart of a maximum-security jail!
Bianca allowed herself to be led downstairs to the club, where she found Kyan had already booked them a table and ordered platters of Greek food for them, dolmades, saganaki, Greek salad, spanakopita, and baklava for dessert.
Bianca had tasted dolmades before, and enjoyed the rice-and-herb-stuffed grape leaves. She also liked the spicy sausages, although hadn’t known they were called loukaniko. The Greek salad was delicious and the lamb off the spit was so tender it almost melted in her mouth. Saganaki turned out to be grilled sheep’s milk cheese, eaten with roasted red, yellow and green peppers, and spanakopita was spinach-and-feta-filled pastry. The baklava was so rich and mouthwatering she was tempted to ask for the recipe until she realized she’d never have the patience to make layer after layer of tissue-thin phyllo pastry, and fill it with chopped nuts, cinnamon, and honey.
“Feel better now?” asked Kyan teasingly.
“I thought it was music that had power to soothe the savage beast, not food,” she teased him right back.
“Hey, whatever works,” said Aragon, making her laugh.
But Kyan was right. He’d deliberately planned a special meal for them to take their minds off all their troubles, and let them concentrate for a while on new experiences, new tastes, and making shared memories. He was damn clever, her Dom, Kyan.
By the end of the meal they were all relaxed and happy. Nothing had been discussed about their big project, but the food and the laughter had done their work, and she was ready to snuggle up to her men. Or have some more orgasms. Either would work for her.
“Come,” ordered Kyan in what she was coming to recognize as his Dom voice.
Obediently she and Aragon followed him to the elevator and back up to their room on the fifth floor. She’d expected they’d have to make the bed, but while they’d been eating, the bed had been made for them, the used to
wels taken away, and fresh ones provided. “Wow. Awesome room service. I wish someone would do that for me at home.”
“If you lived with us we’d help with the housework,” said Aragon. And she knew he was serious.
“I’ll remember that,” she replied. She would, too. They were unendingly helpful and caring. But unfortunately that wouldn’t solve the whole “I’m a fox and they’re wolves” scenario.
Oh well, she wasn’t going to worry about that now. Right now it looked like more orgasms were about to happen and suddenly her pussy was filled with cream, her belly was clenching with need, and her nipples were hard little points inside her bra. These men invariably had her pulse racing with just one look. Amazing.
“Aragon, get undressed and lie on the bed. Bianca, you get undressed, too, but stand at the foot of the bed. You aren’t to touch either of us at all, understand.”
She nodded. She understood the instruction but what it might be leading to she had no idea. Still, looking at them naked was absolutely no hardship. The only hard thing about it was their washboard abs, their fine pecs, and their long, thick cocks. Yep, they were hard all right.
Kyan let his legs flop open so she could see his cock and balls really well. Aragon copied him. “Now I want you to talk dirty to us. I want you to tell us every smutty, filthy thought you’ve ever had, and what you’d like to do to us. See how much you can arouse us.”
Bianca was almost certain she’d been told that men were visual creatures, not aural, so she decided her body language would be as vital as her actual words. So she posed like a porn star, one knee bent and forward so her pussy was on display, her back arched, her breasts thrust forward. A hissing breath from Aragon told her she had achieved some success, at least.
“A woman likes to be worshipped. She likes her men to touch her, to arouse her. Her men need to put their hands and mouths on her breasts as well as kiss her lips.” Bianca smoothed her palms over her breasts then tweaked her nipples. She pouted her mouth and blew them each a kiss, making sure they got a good look at her pussy as she did. Then she turned her back to them and stuck out her ass, before twisting her head back to look at them over her shoulder.
