Darlings and Disorder for the Dom [Loving in Silver 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Lynn Stark

  A moment later Bliss watched as kittens were released and immediately crawled onto Angel’s lap. She shook her head. She didn’t know his story, but the man was so sweet and innocent, though she did see shadows in his dark eyes from time to time. Whatever his past, she hoped he was able to find happiness in Silver. Gilly went over and squatted down beside him, admiring the kittens as Angel held up each one. She admired her lover for taking the younger man under his wing, teaching him how to bake, and how to run the front of the store, freeing Gilly to make his gourmet chocolate creations. It was a lot to take on all at once. Fortunately Alex had asked for a job at the chocolate shop, too. He would be there to keep Angel from driving Gilly completely mad by the end of each day.

  Turning her attention to the counter where everyone was standing along it, Bliss joined the others. There was a photo album in front of Avery. He was looking at each photograph closely, searching for the dog that was just right for him. She was still slightly shocked that Colt was allowing a dog. There were working dogs on the ranch, but they weren’t pets. Some were downright unfriendly and she made a point of avoiding them when she went to the stable to see her horses.

  “What about this one? He looks nice.”

  Piper smiled and nodded. “He’s very nice. He’s five months old. He’s neutered, has all his vaccinations, and has been in obedience training. He’s doing very well.”

  “What’s his name?”

  “Joey.”

  “That’s a great name. What breeds do you think he is?”

  “The mother is a golden retriever. The owner believes she was bred with the neighbor’s German shepherd. She had her bitch spayed so it doesn’t happen again. Joey will be a big dog,” Piper warned.

  “I don’t know…” Avery began.

  Colt spoke up. “I believe he would be just the right dog for us. We need a dog to watch the house. He’s old enough to learn to do that. A friend of ours, Cherry Preston, who is also a deputy here, can help you train him. Does that help with your decision?”

  Avery turned those huge blue eyes on Colt and Bliss knew the man was now turning to marshmallow. “You really think Joey’s the one?”

  “I do. But it is your decision. Look through the rest of the adoptees and think it over.”

  He looked, but didn’t see another dog that caught his attention. Colt had his hand at Avery’s waist, silently giving the man his support. Bliss smiled and squeezed Clarissa’s hand as they waited.

  “Joey’s the one,” Avery announced brightly. “When can I get him?”

  “You can have him as soon as you fill out this adoption form. He’s next door at the spa, playing in one of the pens. And since you are one of Colt’s loves, you won’t have to give any references.”

  Piper smiled warmly up at Colt. Bliss had been amazed for some time that the two of them had not formed a deeper, sexual bond. But from the very beginning the two had only been the best of friends without any sexual interest on either of their parts.

  “What’s the adoption fee?” Colt asked, pulling out his wallet.

  “Fifty dollars.”

  Colt withdrew three one-hundred-dollar bills and handed them to Piper. “That will help with the costs of the center.”

  Piper didn’t even blink. Her smile was brilliant. “Thank you! Every dollar helps.”

  As they went next door to get Joey, Piper promising to show Avery what the dog had learned so far in obedience classes, Bliss stayed behind with Angel, who was still playing with kittens. He seemed particularly fond of a fluffy orange kitten with big green eyes. He was holding it close to his chest and stroking its fur. There was sadness mixed in with the pleasure.

  “Would you like a kitten?” she asked softly.

  “I’d like one,” Angel said, looking down at the floor. “But the lease says we can’t have pets.”

  Bliss rolled her eyes. This was too easy. “Colt is your landlord. All you have to do is ask. As long as you’re not filling the place up with zebras and baboons, I’m certain he wouldn’t mind one small kitten.”

  Angel giggled and raised his beautiful dark eyes to her. Bliss smiled down at him, and then moved to help him put kittens back in the wire crate.

  “I think baboons and zebras would be messy. It’s probably a good idea not to have them for pets.”

  “Let’s go find Piper so we can get your paperwork filled out. I’ll be your official reference. How would that be?” The small man gave her one of the most beautiful smiles. It wasn’t something she had seen before, even when he appeared excited and happy. “We’re friends, aren’t we?”

  “Yes, we’re friends. Tomorrow I will make you a very big cupcake with chocolate frosting and chocolate sprinkles.”

  “Oh,” Bliss moaned. “That sounds so delicious! I can’t wait.”

  No one protested when Angel quietly asked Colt if he could have the kitten. Colt smiled and nodded, brushing dark curls away from the sweet face. Angel didn’t protest. Though he claimed he didn’t like large men, he and Colt had formed some kind of special connection. The smaller man knew Colt would never do anything to hurt or frighten him.

  They visited the pet store before taking Alex, Tristan, and Angel back home. Colt had told them that he would see that they each had a new truck first thing in the morning to get them to and from work. He also told them they didn’t have to worry about repaying him. They were family. On their way home he told Avery that he would also have a new truck and a new phone. The two men held hands as they drove along. Bliss had chosen to sit in the second seat. Clarissa was driving home on her own, as was Gilly. Joey was asleep on the seat beside her, his head in her lap. Avery kept looking back over at his new dog, smiling each time. Joey’s bushy tail would slap the seat as he wagged it and she stroked his head. She wanted to know how she had gotten stuck in the back with the dog, but didn’t really mind in the least. Avery and Colt still seemed to be in the bonding mode and she wouldn’t do anything to disrupt it.

  It was a very lazy sort of Sunday afternoon. But Bliss knew Colt wouldn’t have forgotten about the punishment he promised for her and Clarissa causing them to be late for brunch this morning. Seducing Avery and Gilly had been a lot of fun. And being punished by Colt was something she was looking forward to.

  As the hours went on, however, the punishment seemed to be the waiting. Once Clarissa had arrived home Colt had ordered them to undress and to return downstairs. He then put wide leather collars on them both. Once the collars were on they assumed submissive postures on either side of the chair he was seated in, reading a book. Joey laid at the entranceway to the living room, chewing happily on a nylon bone he had been given.

  Colt had asked Avery to keep the dog out of this one room. At least for now. Once he was trained and matured, he would be allowed in. Bliss couldn’t say she blamed him. There was probably a million dollars’ worth of antique furnishings in the room.

  Avery had gone upstairs with Gilly and she wondered what they were doing. Was Gilly fucking Avery? Was he giving the man a blow job? Or was Avery giving Gilly a blow job? The idea of watching the two men make love made the creamy juices flow from her pussy. Her thighs quivered and her fingers twitched as she held them palm upward on them.

  On the other side of Colt Bliss could almost hear Clarissa moan. While Colt had the patience of a saint, they were both terribly impatient. They wanted the punishments he doled out with such skill. This was half their problem at that moment. He knew them so well. He knew they wanted to feel a crop or flogger against their tender skin, the delicious moment when pain morphed into pleasure.

  Biting back a moan, Bliss watched as Colt set the book aside and rose from the chair. He then walked from the room. A snap of his fingers and the dog was following eagerly on his heels. Though she wanted to look at Clarissa, she didn’t dare. While wanting their punishment, they knew when to be brats and when not to be. They were already being tortured. Boredom sucked. If they broke the rules now Colt would probably make them do crafts or something.
The man was devious at times. She shuddered at the thought of stringing beads or using a glue gun.

  Ignoring the impulse to fall over on her side, she moved her eyes so she could look around the room without moving her head. Nothing. The room was as beautifully perfect as ever. Despite presently being in the room, they rarely used it. Colt preferred it when they were entertaining. Otherwise they used the more user-friendly room down the hall with its fat leather furniture and rustic tables and décor.

  Colt was using this room because there was something about it which required a certain amount of restraint. It was formal, restrictive, almost suffocating in its demand for propriety.

  Bliss wondered if any of Colt’s ancestors had imagined naked, restrained women kneeling beside their master, being fucked upon the grand piano, or bent over the back of an eighteenth century chaise.

  Sighing, Bliss almost forgot herself and yawned. She blinked, trying to fight off the need to doze. They had been punished like this before. It was like the ultimate torture. How she longed for the kiss of the whip against her flesh! Anything to wake her up, to break the boredom she was experiencing. She needed something to get the blood moving through her body again. And her foot was beginning to cramp. She wiggled her toes and wished she hadn’t. She fell over onto the Oriental rug as the cramp worked up her leg.

  “Ow! Oh, damn that hurts! Bliss grabbed her leg and began rubbing. She was on her back with it in the air and twisted so she could reach it. It was as she was in this less than dignified position when the men walked into the room.

  She glared at Colt as he chuckled and quickly crossed the room. He kneeled beside her and took her leg into his strong, capable hands. “Have we learned our lesson?”

  “Yes!” she hissed, still glaring as the pain tried to shoot up to her hip. “You’ve made your point. I nearly died of boredom. Has anyone checked to see if Clarissa is still breathing?”

  Dark eyes sparkled with amusement as they looked down at her. Her lips twitched, but Bliss tried to keep a scowl on her brow.

  “I’m getting a pulse over here!” Avery called, though he was only about four feet away.

  “Oh, aren’t you funny,” Clarissa said as she crawled over to Bliss’s side. “How’s your leg, sweetheart?”

  “It’s getting better.” Actually, it was all but pain free as Colt continued to expertly massage it. “Where were you?”

  A brow arched at the question. Colt gave Bliss his haughtiest stare, which made her wince inwardly. All she didn’t want was another hour of mind-numbing boredom.

  “I was watching football and drinking beer with the guys.”

  “Hey, Colt, do you have any more of that German beer? And Logan wants some of that dark Irish stuff. Hey, naked women. I like naked women. Hey, Bliss, Clarissa, how’s it going? Did you hurt yourself? Nice birthmark, by the way.”

  Bliss tried to sit up but Colt’s firm grip on her leg prevented it.

  Ryan James finally wandered into view, joining his voice.

  “Hey, Ryan, see if Colt has any chips or pretzels. It’s halftime. Time to take a leak,” another voice shouted. She guessed it was Damien Nicholson, Logan and Ryan’s partner and lover.

  “Colt, do you have any snacks?” Ryan’s eyes were roaming over her bits and pieces with more than a little male interest. She would have been worried with another man, but she knew for a fact he was happily married to three others. “I like that collar.” He turned slightly to yell, “Hey, Logan! Come see these collars Bliss and Clarissa are wearing. You might want to get one for Peaches.”

  Though she didn’t have a shy bone in her body, Bliss would rather have not been on such blatant display for all the men in the tri-state area. She, however, had no choice in the matter. Well, she did. All she had to do was utter her safe word and Colt would stop teasing her. The laughter was dancing in his eyes and she knew he was getting a little payback.

  When he finally lowered her leg to the floor he then helped her up, making a big show of brushing off her backside. Logan walked in just then and she quivered when his gaze raked over her from head to toe. He was the only Dominant other than Colt who could make her pussy soaking wet with nothing more than a look. She dropped her gaze.

  “Did you have them custom made?” Logan asked, reaching out to run his fingers over and under the collar.

  “Yes. Daniel, from Totally Discreet, made them. He has a real talent with leather.”

  “Peaches has quite a collection of collars. I’ve had to add on a small room just to house her collars and kinky clothes.”

  Ryan chuckled. “We know who wears the pants in our family.”

  Logan growled and lunged. It was typical play for the two. Damien separated them as always, shaking his head as he grinned. “He does have a point. Every time Peaches crooks her little finger you turn into a pussy.”

  Bliss wouldn’t have said that to Logan MacMillan if someone paid her a million dollars and offered her safe passage to an undisclosed location. Colt laughed, smacked her on the ass, and joined his friends as they left the room, Logan uttering dire threats as they went.

  Neither woman needed to be told what they were to do. When Colt left them without a word they knew they were to go to their shared room. And wait.

  When they walked into the bedroom, however, it was to find Gilly and Avery waiting for them. One glance at the bed told them what they were to expect next. Both sets of restraints were out, ready to be used. Bliss felt her pussy quiver with anticipation and her nipples tightened. Yeah, this was more like it. What was better than getting tied up and fucked? Well, there were activities which were equally pleasurable, or more pleasurable, but it was definitely in the top ten of their favorites list.

  In the matter of moments both Bliss and Clarissa were wearing blindfolds, ball gags, and were secured belly down on the bed. A scarf was put in her hand and a pillow was shoved under her hips, lifting her ass. Gilly and Avery had worked silently and efficiently. She could hear them moving around the room. She heard them undressing and going to one of the cabinets. From the click of the latch she knew it was the one with the phallic toys in them. A moment later she heard another click. Hmm, interesting. The guys were getting into the cabinet with the lotions and lubes. Colt did have quite selection. What he used depended on his mood and what effect he wanted to achieve. She heard them whispering, arguing maybe over what they should choose, but she couldn’t make out the words. Then there was nothing, where she could only hear her own breaths and the beating of her heart. Creamy juices were running freely from her pussy and her nipples were as hard as pebbles as anticipation pumped up her excitement level. She felt completely exposed, vulnerable, with her legs spread and her ass hitched up in the air.

  What tormenting delights would the two men work upon them? Obviously Colt had told them what needed to be done. She heard Avery laugh like a demented elf and rolled her eyes behind the blindfold.

  When cool lube was drizzled over her asshole Bliss could have wept with relief. As it was, a sob puffed from between her lips. After hours of being ignored as a way of punishment, the pleasure was about to begin. Clarissa moaned beside her and she guessed her friend and lover was receiving the same treatment.

  A finger worked itself into the tight ring of muscles. When she tried to wriggle against it a hand slapped her ass sharply. Sucking in her breath, Bliss forced herself to remain still. It was difficult, especially since she had reached the point of desperation.

  One finger, then two entered her. They worked together, scissoring, relaxing the muscles until she was a moaning mass of lust. Her blood was hot and zinging along her veins. If she wasn’t careful she would climax. That wouldn’t do. If Colt was teaching Gilly and Avery, he would have told them that orgasms without permission earned more punishments.

  Clarissa was whimpering and moaning beside her. Bliss recognized the signs and knew Clarissa was so close to losing control that she probably wouldn’t be able to avoid it.

  Taking a deep breath Bliss shi
fted her focus back onto what was happening to her own body. She pressed her eyes tightly shut as she realized which dildo the men were using. It was designed for double penetration. The one working into her ass was rather slender compared to the part being pushed into her dripping pussy. There was a vibrator which would hit her clit every time it was thrust inward. Whoever it was kneeling between her spread legs, and working it in and out of her body, was doing everything in their power to drive Bliss right over the edge. Beside her Clarissa was a hot, moaning mess. She could feel her lover’s body jerking as it was tormented in a decidedly wicked manner.

  When her muscles began to tighten in her legs and buttocks, Bliss knew it wouldn’t be long before she came. She took another deep breath through her nose and mentally moved away from the building pleasure. She winced as Clarissa climaxed, screaming, her body jerking against the restraints. The sharp crack of a paddle against soft flesh had them both moaning. It struck several more times, the sound seeming to bounce off the walls of an otherwise quiet room.

  Bliss’s jaw clenched, her breathing ragged as the vibrating portion of dildo was pressed against her clit. The two shafts were buried deep in her body. Her pussy and asshole tightened around them as her own orgasm crept closer and closer. A sob of frustration burst past the gag. She pressed her cheek into the pillow as her entire body tightened. She tried to will it away, but was failing miserably.

  The paddling pushed Clarissa over the edge a second time. She was crying now, the pleasure of it overwhelming her. When the paddle connected with her own ass Bliss knew she was lost. Her hips bucked, lifting, thrusting back down into the pillow, humping it and the dildo for all she was worth as the paddle was applied with skilled efficiency.

  Colt. The sneaky devil. Well, that would explain the amazing hand coordination, Bliss thought weakly, her quivering body collapsing weakly into the mattress. Obviously they had double-teamed her. One man had been fucking her pussy and ass smoothly with the dildo while Colt had used the paddle, first on Clarissa, then on her.