The Dom Protects His Puma [Unchained Love 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Cara Adams

  “First, the handcuffs, so you aren’t tempted to touch anything. Hold your hands out in front of you,” Omar said.

  That’s interesting. Cuffed in front, not behind.

  “Ramona, you first. JB, you stand over to the left. You may watch.”

  Ramona automatically took up the standard position, legs spread shoulder-width apart, head up, eyes down.

  “Are you wet, Ramona?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “That’s good, very good.”

  Ramona watched out of the corners of her eyes as he unwrapped the towel and picked up a strand of translucent blue beads. She’d seen it before, but he’d never used it on her or JB. Obviously it was for insertion, but where? Front or back?

  “JB, would you like to feel her? To feel if she truly is wet? If she’s lying, I’ll need to punish her.”

  “Yes, Master. Please may I touch Ramona?”

  “Press three fingers into her cunt. Now tell me, is she wet, or is she begging to be whipped?”

  Every word in Omar’s rich, deep voice was making her wetter. She wouldn’t mind being whipped, but she was so wet it wasn’t going to happen.

  Javier’s thick fingers slid into her pussy. She loved his slightly rough, callused hands. Gently, he wiggled his fingers around, teasing against her walls. She’d have liked him to stroke her, but he didn’t.

  “She’s very wet, Master,” said Javier, his voice hoarse and needy. With her eyes lowered, Ramona could easily see his cock, which was huge, hard, and standing up against his belly. He was just as ready for action as she was. Maybe Omar would tell Javier to fuck her. Although with their hands cuffed in front, that would be difficult. Mentally she sighed. No, many more things would happen before they fucked.

  Omar handed Javier the string of beads. “Push this deep inside her, starting with the smaller balls. Hold on to the end though. Don’t let go of the final ball.”

  Now that it was right in front of her, Ramona could tell one end of the string had five smaller balls, and the other end had five larger balls. Javier kneeled in front of her and gently pushed the smallest ball inside her. Eagerly her cunt gripped it, and she loved the feeling as Javier gradually inserted more and more of the balls into her cunt. Finally, all but the last ball was inside her. It felt weird. Not filling like a cock or a dildo but interesting, as the beads seemed to move around independently inside her, even though she was standing still. She knew if she walked around they’d be enormously arousing.

  “Well done. Now stand over there. You may continue to watch.” Omar waved Javier to the side, and obediently he moved away then stood as she was, body straight, legs spread shoulder-width apart, head up. But his gaze was glued to her. He had permission to watch, and she knew that would be keeping him aroused.

  Omar stood behind her now. He had something in his hand, but she didn’t know what it was. Would he beat her now? She was ready to be beaten. But no, his fingers were prodding her ass, pushing into her rear entry. He smoothed some cool gel inside her, then two fingers twisted and turned in her entryway, loosening her muscles. His other hand dropped between her legs and played with her pussy lips. Ahh! She was so aroused cream was dripping from her onto the rug, because her legs were too far apart to catch it.

  Then Omar began pulling the beads out of her. What? He teased them around, this way and that, but steadily pulled the strand out of her. Now he began pushing it into her ass. Oh! It was more difficult to insert in her ass than it had been to place in her pussy, but slowly and steadily Omar pressed, and it gradually slid into her until her ass muscles grabbed the beads tight and held them. They felt different in her ass, bigger, harder, more arousing than they had in her cunt. Which was amazing, because it was exactly the same toy.

  “You like that, don’t you?” Omar’s words were the merest warm breath against her ear.

  Ramona shivered with excitement. “Yes, Master,” she whispered.

  Omar walked across to the table and pulled something from under the towel. He held it against his far side, so she couldn’t see what it was. From where Javier was standing he wouldn’t be able to see it yet, either. Omar was so good at that, increasing their excitement and anticipation with every move he made. He really was the perfect Dom. Bossy, proud, determined, but always seeing to their pleasure.

  Omar stood directly in front of JB then kneeled down. He turned the other man at an angle of forty-five degrees, so Ramona could see what was about to happen. Omar had something shiny and metal in his hands, but Ramona didn’t know what it was until he fed first one testicle then the other through it then clasped it around the base of Javier’s cock. A cock ring. Ramona had never seen one in use before. Omar was still doing something, tightening it, she assumed. JB’s shoulders were rigid, so she knew he was highly aroused.

  “Turn around, JB,” ordered Omar.

  The builder did so, and Ramona was left to wonder what would happen next. Did Omar simply not want JB watching? But no. Omar walked back to the table, returning with the lube in his hands again. Oh. Was he going to insert some beads in his butt, too?

  “Come here, Ramona.”

  She walked the few paces across the deck, and the beads in her ass rolled around, knocking against each other and stroking her walls. Instantly, her belly clenched and fire raced through her. She needed to come. Really, really needed to come, right now.

  Omar looked at her and nodded then handed her the lube. “Prepare his ass.”

  Dammit, he knew how aroused she was yet had chosen to say and do nothing to help her!

  Ramona had never thought about it before, but it was actually quite hard to lube someone’s ass with her hands cuffed, even though they were cuffed in front of her. Either her body or one hand always seemed to be in the way. She didn’t want to hurt Javier or make it unpleasant for him so ended up almost tying herself in a tangle of limbs while trying to have her hand and fingers pointing in the right direction. By the time he was stretched and ready, sweat was pouring off her and cream was dripping from her pussy with the movement of the beads in her ass every time she twisted and turned.

  “You may look,” Omar told her. She stepped back and to the side, watching as Omar reached between JB’s legs and seemed to clip something. He pulled a curved metal bar backward and up then pushed the egg-shaped metal butt plug attached to it at JB’s entry. The narrow end of the egg broached the opening, and Omar pressed on the toy, which slid inside until the metal bar was pressed tight against JB’s skin.

  “Turn around, sub,” ordered Omar. Now Ramona could see the full effect of the toy up close. The cock ring, perineum bar, and butt plug were all metal and now all joined together into one toy. She could only imagine what a devastating effect it was having on Javier. His cock was huge and the ring clamped it tight, allowing him no possibility of release anytime soon. The perineum bar dragged across a man’s most sensitive tissues, likely arousing him intensely, and his ass was stuffed full of butt plug. Wow! A devastating and triply wicked toy indeed.

  “Kiss him, Ramona. Press your nipples into his chest. Drag your cunt over his dick. Feel how hard he is and how hot, compared to the cold metal of the cock ring.”

  Ramona did as Omar instructed, putting all her love for Javier into the kiss, telling him as best she could without words how much she adored him and how ready she was to mate with him tonight. JB’s tongue dived into her mouth, tangling and dancing with hers, sliding across the roof of her mouth, running along her cheeks, possessing every inch of her with a furious, desperate haste that clearly told her how much he wanted her.

  When they broke apart, Omar handed Javier a shiny metal egg. “Insert this in her cunt, and we’ll be ready to begin playing a scene.”

  Ramona widened her legs. The egg slid in easily. She was wetter than she could ever recall being before, and she was always wet for these men. Inside it felt huge, and she suddenly knew how her movements with it would affect the beads in her ass. Having something in both places, even though neither was a
s big as her men’s cocks, was highly arousing because of their shape and the fact that they’d move around when she did.

  Omar handed them each a blindfold and said, “Lie on your fronts on the rug. You can put your heads on pillows if you want. Keep your arms above your heads and put the blindfolds on. Then we’ll begin.”

  Once again, Ramona found it was actually harder to do than it sounded like it would be, just because of the handcuffs. Nevertheless, they soon had themselves arranged as Omar had told him. He’d said the scene would begin now, but to her the scene was already well advanced because of the sex toys and the methods he’d used to get them this far. Everything Omar did was designed to give them great pleasure. But he also demonstrated his care for them.

  Her nipples hardened and her breasts felt heavy pressing into the rugs as she reminded herself he hadn’t whipped them yet. Maybe that’d be next.

  It was almost an anticlimax when Ramona heard the swish of the whip landing on Javier. But it was also a release for her knowing she’d be next. Just as she was relaxing into the rugs, waiting for her turn, the egg in her cunt began to vibrate. Holy shit! It wiggled and danced inside her, bouncing around, hitting her walls and buzzing as it did. Immediately, she needed to come, had to come, was so close to coming if someone would just touch her clit…

  The vibrations stopped, and the sting of the whip landed across her ass. Okay, that was good, she needed that. But the next few lashes were apparently on JB, because she heard the faintest of sounds from him after the noise of the whip.

  “Spread your legs.”

  Oh yes, whip my pussy. I’ll explode instantly.

  The vibrating egg began moving inside her again as the whip slashed across her shoulders, then her lower back, and finally her ass. The next half-dozen strokes were on Javier, then finally there were two across her upper thighs. But the egg stopped vibrating just before the whip struck her.

  Dammit, he’s going to drive me insane at this rate.

  No, no, he’s not. He’s just ensuring you’re so aroused you’ll fly as high as the sky when someone fucks you.

  But I want to come now.

  Tough.

  “Lie on your back, Ramona. JB, you can take your blindfold off while you take out the vibrator, mount her, and shove your dick in her, then put the blindfold back on. Don’t move inside her. Let her feel the full effect of that cock ring.”

  JB scrambled over her, a little clumsy with cuffed hands, but he soon had his cock in her core, and it felt so much better than the egg, even though the egg had driven her almost insane with desire. The cock ring was warm now, not cold as it had been at the start, and since it pressed into her sensitive areas it was arousing in a way, too.

  Ramona sensed Omar leaning over them, then JB wiggled and hissed then fidgeted some more, and she knew Omar must be doing something to him but had no idea what. Several times she thought JB might even be holding his breath, so did that mean whatever was happening hurt? Or was he trying not to laugh? His cock inside her was bigger than ever. He’d never been undersized, and in fact his cock was quite wide, but right now it was stretching her to the limit. Whatever Omar was doing to him was definitely arousing him, that was for sure.

  “Wrap your legs around each other and roll over. I want Ramona on top now.”

  At last. Now it was her turn. Did it hurt? Was it going to tickle?

  There was a prickling sensation over her back. Sort of like being stroked by the bristles of a hairbrush, but not quite. Whatever it was swirled over her back and across her shoulders, almost needlelike in the sensation now but moving so fast it was hard to tell. Then it slowed down over her ass, running a broad sweep across her ass cheeks, needle sharp and hard. It hurts! Omar dragged it over her butt twice more, back and forth, with dozens of needles digging into her skin. Fuck! It was one of those pinwheel things, and it really hurt. But each of the tiny holes in her skin filled her with desire for more. If only Omar would spank her now it would be perfect. Instead, he pulled the beads out of her ass. He tugged on them gently, pulling to the right then the left, and they bubbled across her walls until cream was pouring from her cunt over JB’s cock.

  Finally, Omar’s weight was heavy over her back, his cock thrust deep into her ass, and he said, “Now we fuck. You may both come.”

  At last!

  JB withdrew from her pussy then slammed in hard, the cock ring pressing against her skin. She liked the feel of it, loved the desperation of his strokes, his slight clumsiness because their hands were still bound.

  She placed her linked hands around his neck and dragged her nipples across his chest again and again, seeking relief for the ache in her breasts.

  But the tension inside her simply coiled harder and harder.

  Now the two men were fucking her in tandem, one thrusting in as the other withdrew. She wouldn’t have thought it was possible to be any more highly aroused, but she was. The desire inside her merely cranked up higher and higher until she was wound tighter than any spring and desperate to explode.

  Omar lifted her torso up off JB a little, and he pulled on her nipples. The extra tiny bit of attention was all she needed. With a deep wail that seemed to come from her toes, Ramona exploded into an orgasm that gripped the cocks inside her and shook all three of them fiercely. She had no control over herself as her body quaked and shivered, and her internal muscles milked both cocks. Cocks that exploded semen into her the moment she orgasmed. On and on her climax roared, with aftershocks gradually lessening in intensity, until she collapsed between the men, totally exhausted.

  Omar climbed off her back and swatted her ass. “Right, let’s get cleaned up and go for a run.”

  “Run? I don’t even know if I can stand,” she replied.

  “Of course you can. Come on.”

  JB kissed her, saying gently, “Up you get, precious,” and she struggled off him and rolled onto the rug. Omar pulled the blindfold off and unlocked the cuffs then grabbed her hand and hauled her to her feet.

  “You’re serious? You want us to go for a run?”

  “Of course. We’ll go in cat form. JB can get dressed, since he won’t have fur to protect him from the bushes. But first, let me remove JB’s toys.”

  “You need to remember I can’t go as fast as you two, either,” said JB, climbing to his feet and standing with his legs apart so Omar could easily reach the cock ring and butt plug.

  “Not a problem.” Omar shooed them ahead of him into the house.

  * * * *

  JB asked them to follow him first and led them to his work shed, where he had a tiny office. He took his old bicycle out of the storeroom there then said, “Now you can run properly, although I still might not be able to keep up if the ground is very rough.”

  He wasn’t built to run like they were. His body was chunkier and muscled, perfect for being a builder but less perfect to go running with a panther and a puma. At least this way he had some hope of not being totally left behind and even getting lost. He didn’t have an animal’s sense of direction either, though he was pretty good at knowing his way around the property here at Carnal Connections.

  Omar raised his head, his eyes as black in his panther form as they were in his human form, nodded, then led them through the back of the property to the track that followed the fence line.

  Sensible plan. With all the work on building the new, high wire fence and the lower, internal electric fence, the cleared area beside the fence line was almost defined enough to be called a track. He should be able to ride the bike reasonably well along it, and they could all check the fence line to ensure there were no fallen trees or anything needing work done on it while they ran and rode.

  Who said men can’t multitask? Then he wobbled and had to pedal fast to avoid getting stuck in a deep rut. Still, it was multitasking, and he felt much happier sitting on a bicycle following Omar and Ramona than he would puffing and panting on foot behind them.

  Omar had turned out to be an ideal Dom, caring and considerat
e always, never putting himself ahead of his submissives’ needs. JB had been prepared to do almost anything to have Ramona, but Omar hadn’t taken advantage of him. JB considered him a friend as well as his Master and was happy to leave the decision making to him. He was a huge black panther. Just seeing him in this form should scare away anyone looking through the fence.

  And Ramona. Oh, she was just so lovely. Even as a puma she was sleek and muscled, her legs moving smoothly and gracefully as she ran behind Omar. Grace in motion, her every action fluid and beautiful, just as she was through and through. He loved her so much, and he could still hardly believe she was his. They were mated—or would be by the end of tonight. She hadn’t bitten him yet, that was still to come.

  As well as watching Omar and Ramona to be sure they didn’t decide to leave the track and go off in another direction, JB kept a close eye on the new fence. It’d taken a huge amount of work to install, but it was strong and sturdy, high enough to protect everyone, shape-shifter and human, for a very long time. There was also the inner electric fence. That was just a single strand and ran between the trees, designed to catch anyone who cut the outer fence. The thought was that they wouldn’t be expecting a second inner fence, and it was built to be as unobtrusive as possible.

  Everything looked good. The fence line had already been cleared, and all his workers had needed to do was trim back a few trees a cat may have been able to use to jump from a branch over the fence.

  Omar was setting a sustainable pace, fairly fast but evidently one both he and Ramona could maintain for the miles that they were going to run. He hoped he could keep up. It’d been a while since he’d ridden more than a couple miles on the bike, and it was hard work pedaling over the rough ground. A hell of a lot easier than if he’d been on foot, though.