The Dom with the Deviant Kittens

by Sorcha Black

  “You stink like his cologne. Did he douse you in the stuff?” He checked the water and shoved her under the spray. “Get in there with her, Minou. Clean that dickhead’s stench off of her.”

  He sat down on the hamper and supervised as Elodie soaped and rinsed Tess’s skin and washed her hair. The feel of Elodie’s hands so intimately touching her was madly arousing. Lock’s sharp eyes missed nothing, and the fact that he was watching turned her on. She stood quietly, letting herself be washed, wondering how much he was going to hurt her.

  When Elodie was done, Lock shut the water off and wrapped both of them in fluffy, white towels. “So you didn’t sleep with him because vanilla bores you now?” He frowned, seeming dissatisfied with that answer.

  Cranky, sulky, jealous Dom.

  She waited until he was looking at her, needing him to see her sincerity. “No. I didn’t sleep with Tristan because he’s not Elodie. Or you.”

  Elodie cackled. “I told you, Lock! Although if she had, it would have served you right.” Lock swatted her ass and turned back to Tess. “And if she had I never would have forgiven you.”

  “I had to be sure. Do you understand?” He pulled damp hair from her eyes, and smoothed it back. He kissed her gently, possessively, and it warmed her to her toes. “I didn’t want to rush you into something and make you feel like you had to stay because you had no other options.” He brushed his lips across her cheek and over her ear and she shuddered.

  “I know I have options. I choose to be with the two of you.”

  Elodie, grinning like a maniac, clapped her hands in delight. Lock pulled them both into his arms. “Tess, I know you’ve been playing with us for a while, but I want to ask if you formally want to be ours, as our submissive. This has nothing to do with you living here. Don’t decide based on feeling like you owe us. You don’t. This is just about the fact that we love you – I love you – and we want you to be ours.”

  Tess realized her mouth was hanging open, but she seemed to have lost control of that set of muscles. “You love me?”

  He nodded, looking chagrined.

  She punched him in the chest. “You couldn’t have said that before you sent me out on a date with someone else? Was this some sort of ‘if she comes back, she’s yours’ bullshit? I could kill you right now! Do you have any idea?” Tess glanced down to where her fist rested against the hardness of his bare chest, then back up at his face. Awww fuck. Had she just punched him?

  “We’ll deal with that in a minute.” He smiled pleasantly and a chill trickled down the back of her neck. “Answer me first, or do you need time?”

  “Uh...” Tess grimaced. “If I take a few days to think about it, will you be more likely to forget about that little smack just now?”

  “No, but I can punish you now so worrying doesn’t cloud your judgment.”

  Elodie didn’t look like she was about to step in to help her, the way her eyes had narrowed slyly. “I guess that might be helpful. You wouldn’t want our poor Mouse to worry.”

  “Mice should never be punished. We’re small and fragile.”

  They snorted at her in unison. This didn’t bode well.

  “You can’t spank her when her skin is damp. It’ll hurt too much.” Elodie’s hand slid up the back of Tess’s towel, and no matter how high Tess went on her toes, it didn’t make her stop.

  “True.” Lock let go of them, got a blow drier out of the cabinet under the sink, and plugged it in. “You should take that towel away now. She’s not dripping.”

  “Yet.” Elodie’s chuckle mortified Tess, but it seemed like when these two embarrassed her a bit, it just turned her on more.

  The towel was yanked out of Tess’s grasp, even though she made a grab for it at the last minute.

  As though she was helpless, Lock started to dry her hair. The drag of his fingers through it made her shiver.

  “I’m not a child. Why do you keep doing things for me? I can dry my own hair.”

  “We like taking care of you. You’re our pet. When he does things like this it’s because, as your kind-of-Dom, he feels responsible for you.”

  “Being submissive, if I am one, doesn’t make me a helpless idiot.”

  “You’re submissive. Believe me.” Lock smirked. “And I do this because I like to.”

  Maddening. Maybe she should have slept with Tristan. At least he was easy to figure out and didn’t like teasing her.

  Even the thought made her feel guilty. “I didn’t kiss him or anything.” She felt the need to assert her innocence on that count.

  Elodie frowned. “I’m glad you didn’t kiss him. If you’d kissed him, it would have broken my heart. From now on, all of your kisses are for us, okay?” She bit her own plump bottom lip, and looked Tess over with avid eyes. How did she always manage to look like she was up to something naughty?

  “Wait until we get downstairs.” Lock stopped blow-drying and brushed her hair out. She shivered at the gentle tugs at her scalp, and the tips of her hair tickling her lower back. From there, Lock sectioned off her hair and started to braid. This guy was one surprise after another. “I’m just going to do this so we don’t get all tangled in it and it’s not dragging everywhere. Such a shame to tie it up.” He tsked.

  “I’ve never heard you complain about having to tie a girl up. Do you like being tied up, Souris? Or the idea of it?”

  The question startled Tess out of the haze their ministrations had put her in. “Huh? Um, I never thought about it. I like everything you two do to me. Almost.”

  “Almost?” Lock kissed the side of her face and she sighed, more than willing to sink back into that happy place of just feeling and not thinking. She must have drifted because his chuckle sounded in her ear. “Only almost, little Mouse?”

  “Oh.” Her cheeks heated. “Yes.” Well, she wasn’t just going to volunteer that kind of personal information.

  “What haven’t you liked, so far?” he prompted.

  “When you...when...” The blush spread, prickling its way up her neck until her whole body felt hot. She gave up trying to answer. Let him guess.

  Lock wrapped her braid in his fist and used it as leverage to bend her over the counter. Oh shit. The cold stone connecting with her bare breasts made her squeal and try to push back up, but he held her in place.

  “Hm. She isn’t answering my question, Minou. What do you think she was talking about?”

  Elodie was nipping on Tess’s ear, sending little zings through her body, so she was far too busy to answer him.

  Tess struggled to rise, but he didn’t let her. The dominance of it made her want to press back against him – her body wanting to seek out what her brain wasn’t sure she wanted.

  “I assume she’s talking about when I touch her here.” Lock slid his finger over her anus and she squealed at the still unfamiliar sensation and tried to wriggle away.

  “Nooo! No,” she moaned. “Don’t do that.”

  “Oh, Souris,” Elodie said. “Don’t say no. That makes him crazy. If you want to safeword, then safeword. If you say no it just turns him on.”

  A rumbling chuckle almost in her ear made her moan again. She knew she could make him stop, but the fact that he liked that she didn’t like it was turning her on even more than being touched there was.

  “Besides, you’re just like Elodie when it comes to this. You act like you don’t want it then you don’t safeword. That tells me you’re just being coy.”

  Tess hid her face in her hands and chose not to answer.

  He used gentle, tickling touches there for a few minutes, sounding pleased with the full body shudders he drew from her.

  Lock groaned and ground against her. “Now, for tonight I need to decide if I should fuck your sweet little cunt, your sexy ass, or both.” His words were gruff, and she could feel his hard-on prodding at her ass cheek where he was pressed against her.

  Desire and fear shot through her. After all the times she’d wished a man would just do the deed, knowing it was going
to happen tonight was terrifying. But her ass? Nooo...

  “Don’t be so mean!” Elodie mumbled. “Her first time with a man shouldn’t be in the ass. Don’t you know anything about being romantic?”

  “My version of romance includes fucking you both in the ass. Since I’m the Dom, that means I’m right.” Apparently Dom jokes didn’t have to be funny, but he laughed all the same. “I’ll save that for another night though.”

  Elodie sighed in resignation. “We could lose that virginity one after the other. Then maybe it wouldn’t be so scary.”

  “Quit being such a baby. I know what I’m doing.”

  “Typical man. If it was your ass you’d be safewording loud enough for the neighbors to hear.”

  He growled and pulled Tess upright, then gave her ass a swat that was probably meant for Elodie. “Both of you go to the dungeon.”

  The dungeon?

  Elodie grinned and grabbed Tess’s hand then dragged her out of the room and down the stairs. Lock followed after them, frowning and looking generally ominous.

  When they reached the locked door, Elodie pulled her aside and let Lock pass. He grabbed a key from the doorframe and opened the door.

  Tess had never seen a room where sex was the obvious function. The room took up at least half of the basement, and when Lock closed the door, all sounds from outside were silenced. A king-sized bed, metal framed and four-poster, stood in the center of the room. She shied away from it, but various contraptions, a wardrobe, a dresser that was laid out with various implements of torture, and a big wooden X stood along the walls, and she wasn’t in any hurry to go near those either.

  “We should start slow, right Sir?” Elodie smirked.

  “Do you have something in mind, Minou?”

  “Role-play, Sir? There’s a virgin to sacrifice, after all. It would be a shame if we didn’t do it properly.”

  “I suck at acting.”

  “Let me do the acting. You’re just a prop at this point.”

  He gave her two sharp whacks on welts that already looked painful, and she yowled. “Don’t be insulting.”

  Someone was in a smacky mood tonight.

  “Sorry, Sir.” She rubbed the red blotches he’d left on her ass. “Why don’t you let us get ready and come back in five minutes?”

  “Do I need to change?”

  Elodie looked him over like a side of beef. “No, no. Jeans and no shirt works for me. Does it work for you, Tess?”

  Before she realized that she was obeying, she’d already half checked him out. Frankly, it was hard not to look at him. For a man with such a cushy job, he was built.

  “No, it’s...good.” She averted her eyes.

  Elodie giggled and shooed Lock out of the room. He left without argument.

  “It’s good?” Elodie shook her head. “That’s all you could come up with? The poor man just went upstairs thinking he’s a gargoyle.”

  “Jeez! This is awkward, you know. Lock is seriously hot, but he’s your boyfriend. I don’t want to mess with that.”

  “No. Lock is our boyfriend. You need to get used to that idea. Whatever you want to do with him, whenever you want to do it – that’s your choice, and his. I’d appreciate an invitation, of course, but by all means, check him out, grab his ass, suck his dick, fuck him. It’s what that man is made for. Sure he’s fun to talk to too, and kind and sweet and romantic, but try looking at him with the understanding that we’re yours just as much as you’re ours.”

  “Is that an order, Elodie?”

  “Yes.”

  A warm feeling suffused her. Part of her still believed the whole relationship was going to collapse at some point, but they seemed sincere, and there was something to be said for how much she wanted to believe it would work, at least for a while. The feelings she had for them weren’t safe or sane, but if she didn’t give this a chance, she’d spend the rest of her life wondering how things would have played out.

  Elodie skipped to the wardrobe and the dresser and started yanking articles of clothing out and throwing them on the bed.

  “What are you doing? We’re getting dressed again?”

  “It’s a game. I like to dress up and do crazy things in the bedroom. Is that weird to you?”

  Tess laughed nervously. “If you did anything that wasn’t weird, I’d be shocked. So what are we doing?”

  “Hmm. Let’s do this like a scene from a fantasy novel. We’re the only two girls in the village, and Lock can be a dragon shifter who shows up and demands a virgin as payment for not breathing fire on the village.”

  “Oookay.” At least she’d have an interesting story about how she lost her virginity, that didn’t involve getting drunk at prom.

  “Come on! Haven’t you ever role-played before? This is the same, but live action and with real sex.” Elodie’s excitement started to affect Tess too.

  “I haven’t role-played before, but I’m willing to try.”

  “Usually the role-playing we do is sitting around a table, talking to a bunch of other people while we eat Doritos, but sometimes Lock humors me and lets me set up stories like this when we’re alone.” She picked up a piece of white fabric off the bed. It looked like a short bed sheet. She got Tess to put her arms up then wrapped it around her until it was a pretty, but very brief toga.

  “This might fall off pretty fast.”

  Elodie winked. “I’m sure Lock will approve of that.” She dressed herself in a short tunic-like top with open sides. It didn’t cover much. The thin, pale blue fabric showed the outlines of her areola. Her hard nipples were difficult to look away from.

  “What do you think? Does he need a cloak?”

  “No loincloth?”

  “I wish we could talk him into one.” Elodie sighed dreamily. “But he’s too boring for that for now. Maybe we can wear him down over the next few months.”

  “With his body, he could totally work a loincloth.”

  “I know, right?”

  There was a quiet knock and Tess’s pulse rate skyrocketed. Elodie grabbed Tess’s hands. “Look scared.”

  Like that was going to be hard to do?

  “Who’s there?”

  Lock opened the door, strode in, and closed the door behind him. He strolled up to them, checking out their costumes.

  “Well what do we have here?” He walked around them, inspecting, and Tess had to suppress a shudder. Knowing there were no more rules, and that he could do anything he wanted to within reason, was sexy.

  “Put those on please, Sir.” Elodie pointed at the leather armbands on the bed. Lock slid them on and when he got El to tie them, Tess saw they spanned from wrist to elbow.

  “Don’t I need leather pants with this, or something?”

  “We thought you needed a loincloth with them.”

  He snorted. “Not happening.”

  “We’ll settle for jeans for now, but in the future you might want to be more cooperative. You are outnumbered now, you know.”

  “Minou, was your beating earlier not enough?”

  They stared at each other, Elodie trying to look contrite and Lock trying to look menacing, but they were both smirking.

  “Dragon shifter, please leave our village in peace! We haven’t attacked you, and the village elders have sent us to sate your cruel lusts.”

  “My cruel lusts, huh?”

  Tess giggled at the way he was biting his lips together, trying not to laugh out loud.

  “I’ve heard they’re the cruelest.” Elodie winked at him, and he snorted.

  He slid his hand into the side of Elodie’s tunic and pinched an already taut nipple. She whimpered.

  “Are both of you virgins, as I requested?”

  “No, Sir. Tess is a virgin, but the only other virgin in the village is a hundred and five years old. She looks good for her age though, Sir. I can fetch her to take my place, if you’d prefer?” Her expression was hopeful.

  He looked her over, as though weighing his options. “No. You’ll do.”
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  Elodie stuck out her tongue at him, but he ignored her.

  Standing in front of Tess, he grabbed her chin. “So you’re the little virgin?”

  Remembering what Elodie had said about looking scared, she shrank back from him without moving out of his grasp. He got closer and she could almost hear his libido shift into a higher gear.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “And how do you feel about being sacrificed to me?” His eyebrow quirked, and she tried to think of an appropriate response. This was harder to do than she’d thought.

  “It’s better than being sacrificed to a volcano, Sir?”

  Elodie and Lock stared at her for a moment, then laughed.

  “It may hurt less.” Lock let go of her jaw and patted her, but his expression was now anything but reassuring. “Now, let’s see what kind of sacrifices I’ve been given. He went to Elodie first then patted her down as though he was looking for a weapon – or a date. The rough handling made the other woman gasp a few times.

  When he was satisfied, he pulled the front of her tunic top into a thin strip, baring her breasts. He hummed in approval, cupping them and seeming to gauge their weight. “Lovely.” When his thumbs rubbed over her nipples, Elodie’s breath caught. “Are these sensitive, little one?”

  She nodded, and with a cruel smile, he caught the peaks between his fingers and squeezed. Elodie’s eyes closed and she moaned in pleasure, then her brows knitted and she cried out. That didn’t make him stop. She started to pant, then squeal, her mouth hanging open in disbelief. Lock let go and Elodie sagged, letting go of Tess’s hands so she could press her own against her breasts.

  Next, he strolled over to Tess, his gaze lazy and only half interested. “Let me see what you’re hiding under this rag.” One tug and the fabric started its inevitable descent.

  Tess grabbed it when it reached her waist and held it there.

  “Hmmm.”

  A blush prickled her skin. “I’m sorry, Sir. I know they’re not much to look at.”

  Lock slapped her cheek – shocking, but not enough to hurt.

  “Don’t insult what’s mine, woman.” His tone didn’t leave room for argument.

  Tess was prepared for the same rough handling he’d given Elodie, but instead he stroked her breasts gently, persuading them into peaks. His gentle tugs on her nipples drew her closer, sensitized them, and made them ache. When he stopped and took her hand, she scrambled to hold her toga up with her free hand.