Dungeon Love [The Dom's Dungeon 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Cara Adams

  “Once we go inside, the scene begins. I am the Dom. This is my dungeon. Inside the dungeon I am to be obeyed, completely, utterly, immediately. No matter what your own personal thoughts and opinions. Understand?”

  “I do understand, but I will have a safe word, and should I happen to use it, I expect it to be honored.” Juliana spoke just as firmly as he had.

  He felt a stab of respect for her. She had agreed to what he’d said. She had honored his request as the Dom. But she hadn’t left herself open to being abused by a pseudo-Dom either. That was all very good.

  “That has been taken care of.”

  She frowned at him, but when he opened the door, she entered the dungeon unhesitatingly. He nodded to Jason and said, “There is a chair for you to sit on.”

  “Thanks.” Jason followed Juliana into the dungeon, walked directly to the chair, and sat down.

  It was time to begin.

  Chapter Five

  Juliana stood silently, head bowed, waiting to be told what to do next. She ached to look around the dungeon, to touch the whips and floggers on the wall, to explore and experiment. But this session meant far too much to her to run around like a kid in a candy store. She’d seen the various dungeons before. Not this particular one, but they were all a very similar design, just fitted out with some different equipment. Each of the regular Doms had a dungeon he preferred with a locked drawer where he could store his own special toys.

  Other people were able to rent a dungeon whenever one was free. It was in the interests of the BDSM club to have them all used as much as possible, not just when the various Doms were on shift.

  “Sub. Take off all your clothing and put this costume on. Then stand beside the ropes, with your back to the wall.”

  Juliana looked up and took the pile of white paper Beckett held out to her. She was rather confused but assumed he had a plan. Of course he has a plan. She’d find out what it was as it unfolded.

  She walked to the corner of the room and undressed then unwrapped the paper. It was a paper gown, like patients in a hospital wore sometimes. It was also made for a person much larger than her, which meant the supposedly brief sleeves hung to her elbows and the dress itself ended at her mid calves.

  Juliana carefully slid it over her head and walked barefoot across to the ropes, standing as instructed, facing into the room. The gray stone floor of the dungeon was cold under her bare feet. She hadn’t expected that. It wasn’t yet winter, and the club was never cold. She guessed it was part of the specific design of the dungeon. An added effect to place the naked sub in the control of the clothed—or partially clothed—Dom. His feet were snug and warm inside his boots. She was at a disadvantage.

  “In any future scenes I won’t be explaining what I have planned for you. Part of the value and benefit of the dungeon is that the sub has to wait and find out what the Dom chooses to do to her.”

  Juliana nodded. She knew that.

  “I’m only explaining this to you now out of deference because it’s your first time.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “I will be using a ball gag on you. The sub needs to learn not to react to what the Dom says or does. That means you would not be able to say a safe word. This is a dog training clicker. Once you’re tied up in the ropes and gagged, I’ll put it in your hand. One click for yellow. Two clicks for red. Two clicks and the scene is over and will not resume. Do you understand, sub?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  I wasn’t expecting that. Maybe I should have expected the ball gag though. He does seem fond of them.

  Quickly and efficiently, Beckett tied her wrists to the ropes hanging from the ceiling and manacled her ankles to bolts set in the floor. He slipped the ball gag over her head, filling her mouth with a huge black rubber ball. Only after he’d checked all the knots did he place the dog clicker in her right hand.

  I’ll have to be careful I don’t click it by mistake as a reaction to whatever he does. It’ll be one thing I do need to remember and focus on. Likely he intended that. To give me something to concentrate on. Why the paper dress though? It’s a ghastly thing and serves no real purpose. It certainly isn’t the least bit sexy. Did he think I wouldn’t want to be naked?

  “Head down. Do not raise your eyes or I’ll blindfold you.”

  Okay. That must mean he was collecting his equipment and didn’t want her to know what was happening next. She could deal with that. Surprise was part of the attraction of a scene. Jason hadn’t so much as moved. She wondered if he was watching Beckett or her. Likely Beckett. Then he’d know what was about to happen and would watch her to see how she reacted. Juliana kept her head down and listened hard. That was one good thing. Boots on a stone floor were noisy. Even if Beckett was trying to be quiet, likely she’d be able to hear him move if she listened really carefully.

  Juliana waited, unmoving and silent, excitement and happiness filling her heart as she was finally, finally, about to experience her very first dungeon scene. She’d waited for such an enormously long time for her ambition to be fulfilled. Days, weeks, months, years of patience had at long last led her here. To this dungeon, this day, and Dom Beckett.

  The first slash of the whip across her back came as a complete surprise to Juliana. She tried to gasp in oxygen, but her mouth was gagged. Tears filled her eyes partly at the shock of the whip but also partly with the pain. It fucking hurt! Much more than she had imagined. She’d hit herself on the legs and arms when she was practicing with the whip, and it had a definite bite to it, but nothing like the intense pain that one stoke of the whip over her back by Beckett gave her.

  Of course, he was a big man, with powerful muscles, and her back wasn’t used to being exposed the way her legs and arms were, but still, she was struggling to adjust. Too many more strokes like that and she’d be clicking the dog-training clicker for sure.

  Juliana was aware her muscles were all tensed up as she waited for the whip to land on her body again. That was another thing. She had been concentrating and listening, but she hadn’t heard even a whisper of sound before Beckett had punished her. He must be able to move silently. But then, he was a wolf. Perhaps that helped. Or maybe he’d removed his boots. That would give him an advantage as well.

  As she thought through the various scenarios, gradually Juliana forced her body to relax. She made herself loosen her shoulder muscles, rest equally on the soles of her feet, and not clutch tightly at the ropes that bound her. Already her arms were a little tired from being raised up. There was nothing she could do about it. It was interesting, though, and not something she’d considered. After all, she wasn’t holding her arms up in that position. They were tied there. The ropes were supporting them. And yet, her arms were growing tired. How could that be?

  Beckett must have noticed how she’d relaxed back into the ropes because, almost immediately her mind had switched to thinking about her arms instead of the still hot and fiery line of pain on her back, Beckett whipped her again. His strokes were just as hard, and this time there were three of them, one after the other. The first two were across her ass and the third over her shoulders. This time the tears leaked from her eyes and her teeth bit into the rubber ball.

  Fucking hell! Her shoulders burned as though they were on fire, and her ass stung like a bitch. Her back was still hot and sore from the first stroke of the whip. Once again there was a long period of silence, but this time Juliana wasn’t worried about her arms. She was still too astonished at the level of pain the whip had brought to her.

  How did people overseas cope when they received fifty, sixty, one hundred strokes of the lash as a punishment for a crime? Four strokes of the whip and she’d be seriously contemplating begging forgiveness for whatever it was that she’d been accused of.

  No. No, she wouldn’t. If she was innocent, no matter how hard they whipped her, she hoped she’d have the courage to maintain her innocence. But it was truly eye opening to learn how much it hurt to be whipped.

  What about subsp
ace? Could the whip send her to subspace? It was too soon to be sure, but Juliana thought it probably could. If she relaxed into the strokes, accepting the pain instead of fighting it, she thought she might drift into subspace.

  Acceptance. That’s what it was all about really, wasn’t it? Accepting that her Dom understood her thoroughly and knew all her needs. Trusting her Dom to provide her with what her body desired. Relaxing into his Domination until she was ready to receive the pleasure that would surely come. Yes. She’d been thinking about the whipping completely the wrong way. Instead of fighting it, she needed to accept, to submit. Submission. How could she have ignored that word?

  Juliana rested in the ropes, no longer gripping them or waiting for the next slash of the whip. Beckett would whip her when he was ready, and that would be all she needed. Beckett did whip her again, and each stroke hurt as much as the first few. But it didn’t shock her or surprise her anymore. She simply accepted it. And then the whipping changed. Instead of heavy, hard strokes, they became teasing, and Becket began to move around her.

  She noticed absently that he was wearing his boots, and that he was quite noisy as he walked. He was no longer trying to surprise her. She’d like to know how he’d moved so quietly before. Maybe she’d ask him later.

  Meantime she couldn’t understand what he was doing. The whip was landing on all sorts of places on her body, but the strokes were no longer particularly painful. It was more as if he was illustrating something. But what could he be trying to do? Was he painting a design on her body with the whip, the way they’d done in their display scene? But there was just her bare skin under the paper gown, no paint on her body to make the whip placement show up. Also any markings he put on her with the whip would fade very quickly now, as they weren’t hard and painful any longer. It didn’t make sense.

  Until he continued to move around her with the unusual whip strokes.

  She noticed parts of the paper gown falling to the floor. Great chunks of it dropped off her body, and she realized he was cutting it off her with his strokes. Now that was clever. It took a lot of skill to do that without lashing her skin. Finally she understood that he was demonstrating to her that he could not only whip her as punishment, or for release, but also as an art form.

  The pleasure of the scene raced powerfully through her body. Dom Beckett was fulfilling her ambition by demonstrating to her the joy that could be hers in the dungeon. Sweet, kind, caring Jason was here with her watching as she learned all about submission. And she was learning so much already. Her body was alive with a fiery pleasure she’d never known before. A pleasure made even stronger because the two men who’d brought her joy were sharing the experience with her.

  When she was naked, he removed the ball gag and took the clicker from her. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, needing to check that her jaw still worked properly, but there was only a tiny bit of residual stiffness. Her shoulders and arms were stiff from the ropes as well.

  “Are you hot, sub? Aroused?”

  Hell, yes. Her nipples were aching and her pussy was full of cream. Aroused was a pale word for the fiery heat burning through her body.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Would you like Jason to fuck you now?”

  She wondered if this was a trick question, if he was going to say she couldn’t have what she wanted. She answered honestly anyway. “Yes, Sir.”

  He unlocked her ankles and then untied her hands from the ropes, holding her shoulders and massaging them hard, roughly, but very effectively for a few minutes.

  “A hot shower will take the rest of the stiffness out of them.”

  Likely he was right. But it would be a while before she was home and free to take a shower. Besides, he’d hinted at her having sex, and she would certainly like that, although not only with Jason, with both the men.

  “Jason, why don’t you get undressed and sit on that mat? Juliana, roll this condom on his dick and then sit on his lap. You can fill your cunt with his cock, but neither of you is to begin fucking until I give you permission.”

  Okay, so the scene hadn’t finished yet. “Yes, Sir.”

  She took the condom from him, her fingers suddenly nerveless with the thought of making love to Jason again. He was such a gentle, considerate lover who’d been waiting silently all this time. He deserved her undivided attention now.

  Her pussy clenched with the need to be filled, and her nipples hardened until her entire breasts throbbed with longing to be touched.

  * * * *

  The scene had gone better than Beckett had hoped. Both Juliana and Jason had behaved exactly as he’d wanted them to. He’d watched Juliana very carefully and been able to tell exactly when she’d made each of the discoveries necessary for her to become a genuine submissive. Jason had remained silent and motionless, not calling attention to himself in any way. Few men could have remained so still for that length of time. Truly he was a fitting partner in this ménage.

  Now it was time to reward Jason for his patience while teaching Juliana one more lesson about submission. Unless she was already able to deep-throat a man. But he didn’t think she could. She’d made no attempt to do it to Jason on the picnic, and Beckett was certain if she’d been skilled in that area she’d have given Jason at least one full-throated suck.

  He slid his feet out of his boots as he’d done before he whipped Juliana the first time, wanting that element of surprise. But now he removed his socks and tight black leather pants as well. He was glad to unzip the pants. They epitomized the term “Dom,” but they were also constricting his dick, which really wanted to get inside Juliana as soon as it could. Well, he’d take her mouth this time. And next time he’d claim her sexy little ass.

  Juliana was sitting on Jason’s lap, his arms loosely around her waist. They were both at one end of the mat, leaving plenty of space for him. But he planned to be standing so Juliana could deep throat him.

  “Juliana, Jason will fuck you while I teach you to deep-throat me. You haven’t ever deep-throated a man yet, have you?”

  She shook her head.

  “It’s not difficult. You need to learn to control your gag reflex, that’s all. Breathe deeply through your nose and open the back of your throat when my dick presses against it. I’ll guide you. Just obey my instructions.” He watched her face to ensure she was paying attention. She looked a little hesitant, but not disbelieving or opposed to what he said.

  “Jason, you can start fucking, but keep it slow. I don’t want her to come until we’re all ready, okay?”

  “I agree that all of us coming together will be best.”

  Beckett grabbed Juliana’s hair, wrapping it around his fist. “Start by making my cock nice and wet. Get it thoroughly lubricated.”

  She smiled at his words, wiggled herself closer into Jason’s arms, and held Beckett’s cock in her hand, licking up and down the shaft, before sucking over the head. He liked the feel of her body moving up and down on Jason’s cock as she licked him. It really did make them more connected.

  When he was certain she was ready, he gripped her hair hard and said, “Flatten the back of your tongue and open your throat as if you were yawning.”

  As she obeyed him, he drove his cock deeper into her mouth, forcing her head where he wanted it by tugging her hair. Three or four times she gagged, but finally the head of his cock slid down her throat and he smiled, holding himself there for a long moment before sliding back out and letting her get her breath back.

  He waited for Jason to set the pace, thrusting up into Juliana for several minutes, before he grabbed her hair again. This time she was able to do it more easily, and soon he was pumping his hips back and forth as she sucked him deep in time with Jason fucking her.

  He caught Jason’s eye, encouraging his friend to speed up, and Jason gripped Juliana’s hips. Beckett stepped a fraction closer to her and began tweaking and elongating her nipple with one hand, and he tugged on her hair with the other. His balls were drawn up tight now, and she
was sucking his cock enthusiastically. He pushed himself down her throat one more time, his eyes nearly rolling up in his head at the intense sensation of pleasure of her throat gripping his dick so tightly.

  “Now,” he ordered.

  He pinched her nipple hard, and she shook. Jason groaned, presumably in reaction to her orgasm. She concentrated and sucked him down her throat again, which he hadn’t expected of her, and then he came, blasting his cum straight down her throat before sliding himself out of her hot wet mouth.

  He kissed her eyelids. “Well done, sub.”

  Beckett lay down on the mat, and Jason copied him, putting Juliana between them both. Beckett rested his hand on her back. He needed to massage her shoulders and check her ass for any marks left by the whip, but there was no hurry. They could rest before they showered. It had been an intense learning experience, not just for Juliana but also for Jason, and they deserved the chance to relax for a little while.

  “Is this one of the dungeons that has a shower? I really, really need a shower.”

  “Come on now, Juliana. Would I choose a dungeon that didn’t have an en suite?”

  They all laughed. That was special to Beckett. That proved they were bonding and becoming a unit. It gave him a really warm, happy feeling inside.

  * * * *

  Jason watched as Juliana stood up and looked around the dungeon. He couldn’t see a door anywhere into a bathroom. It was very well disguised. He glanced at Beckett, who remained lying flat on his back. It appeared he wasn’t going to help her. Was it some kind of test? This was the first dungeon. Therefore likely the bathroom was between it and the next dungeon. That’d make the plumbing more logical. So it should be either one-third of the way along the interior wall or two-thirds along it. Presumably Dungeon Two’s bathroom would be a mirror reflection of theirs.