by Cara Adams
“That smells wonderful, Ramona,” said Curtis, giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
Omar growled.
“Good kitty. I’m not going to steal your woman. She’s my friend, though,” said Curtis.
Omar growled again, and Ramona wondered whether the evening was going to end up as a pissing contest between the men. Omar was very much the pack leader and Dom, but Nicholas and Curtis were strong, too. Nicholas was a shifter, although not a big cat, and he was still basically in the closet about it, and Curtis was a Dom. Together they were a very powerful team, but the last thing she needed was the evening developing into a fight. They were supposed to be focusing on the safety and security of the community.
“Gentlemen, why don’t you sit at the table, and I’ll bring in the food,” she said.
“I’ll help you,” said JB quickly.
Ramona shook her head at Javier. She wasn’t going to leave those three alone. “I’ll be fine by myself, but thanks anyway, Javier.”
She took the platter of bread out of the oven, where she had been keeping it warm, hoping the smell might attract Curtis’s attention if no one else’s, and carried that into the living room, where the meal table had been set up.
Then she hurried back and carefully carried the pot of soup out, setting it on the mat in the center of the table. She gave the soup a stir with the ladle then served everyone a bowlful. Curtis and Nicholas were already spreading butter on the warm bread. JB was looking a little worried, and Omar was frowning.
“Omar, why don’t you describe the old barn you showed us to Nicholas and Curtis,” she said as gently as she could.
Curtis was already sipping his soup and Nicholas had a mouthful of bread, so she felt it was safe to start eating herself.
Fortunately, both her guests instantly saw the potential of the building and the site and began firing questions at Omar and JB. When Nicholas began drawing a diagram with his finger using breadcrumbs, she slipped out of her chair and brought him a notepad and pen. Soon all the men were busy discussing lines of sight, the height of the hill, and how long a battery pack would stay charged for a security camera.
Ramona sat back and relaxed. Everything was fine. They’d overcome their differences enough to join together and solve a problem. Typical men, every one of them.
* * * *
One of the first things Omar had done once they’d decided to stay at Carnal Connections was to look through the dungeons. The main dungeon was large, with many facilities and plenty of equipment, and it could be used by several Doms at once, each staying in a particular area. But he wasn’t ready yet for others to watch him fuck Ramona.
There were also four small private dungeons in the basement of the main house. One of those had a toy he particularly liked. It was a simple wooden rectangle, with sturdy bars nailed across it about a foot apart on the top, sides, and bottom. A submissive was tied up and suspended from the various cross bars. The method of arousal was limited only by a Dom’s imagination. He could tie her with her legs spread, together, one up one down, or bent any number of ways. The same with her arms. They could be tied to the sides, up, or down. As long as there were enough points to support her, he could place his ropes anywhere at all. He rather liked the idea of Ramona spread-eagle and JB licking her. Or maybe a rope across her clit and tight over her most sensitive skin. Possibly even bound around her breasts. His head spun with unlimited choices.
Tonight he’d reserved that dungeon. He’d packed his ropes and floggers into a toy box, and he planned to have a very special evening with both his subs. JB was as silent and accepting as always, but Omar noted he was breathing heavily and he was putting his hands in his pockets, pulling them out, touching his hair and his chin, then shoving his hands back into his pockets. JB was aroused and nervous, very ready for the session Omar had designed for him.
Ramona was as jumpy as the cat she was, starting at shadows, constantly looking around her as they walked from their house to the main building. Omar knew she was intensely aroused already, just from her own imagination. That was the beautiful thing about having a creative sub. Her own imagination aroused her as much as the actual session he’d planned, making his job much easier. Although he was certain they’d be surprised when they saw what they’d be doing.
When they arrived at their dungeon, Omar let them both look around at the equipment. He wanted them wondering what he’d use on them. He wanted them even more aroused than they were already. Deliberately he left his toy box in the middle of the room, not giving them a hint about where he was going to make them stand.
Only when he was sure they’d absorbed as much as they could for now did he order them, “Undress now.”
He was wearing his “for show” Dom clothes. Tight black leather pants, boots, and a black shirt that laced across his chest. Again, he hoped the fact that he was dressed like this added to their suspense. He’d even added a few drops of musky cologne to his skin, so they’d get hints of it when he was near them once they were blindfolded. But for now, he wanted them to see everything.
When they were both naked he handcuffed them and stuffed their mouths with a ball gag each. He almost never gagged either of them, so this was something else new, to put all their senses on edge.
“Stand there and watch,” he ordered JB, pointing to the center of the room.
JB stood where directed.
Omar took his first rope and faced Ramona. “Kneel,” he ordered. He didn’t really need her that low, he could tie her just as easily when she was standing because he was a good six inches taller than her, but it added to the Dom/sub image of them playing a scene in a dungeon.
Even the dungeon was decorated for effect. The walls and ceiling were rough, unpainted stone and the floors slate.
His first rope would surround her breasts. He left about six feet loose then wrapped the rope above her mounds three times, twisted it tightly between her breasts, and wound it below them tightly, forcing them upward, three times. He then took it between her breasts again, knotted all the loops together, and left about six feet loose on that end, too.
“Stand,” he told her.
Holding two ropes together, he left eight feet loose this time and bound it around her waist twice, along the join between right leg and her body twice, knotting it to the waist tie, then back down along the join between her left leg and her body twice, knotted that to the rope at her waist, and left the ends hanging loose.
He removed the handcuffs and tied a length of rope around each wrist then kneeled down to tie a similar length around each ankle.
“Wait there,” he instructed her.
He looked at her very carefully but saw no signs of fear. She was intensely aroused, as he’d hoped, but was unafraid. She trusted him. He loved her so much for trusting him like this.
Now for JB. He pointed to the rectangular wooden framework. “Stand on the third step and lean your body over the top.”
JB moved briskly to the structure and did as Omar had said.
Exactly as Omar had envisioned it, JB’s rampant cock was about level with where Ramona’s mouth would be, and the position of his head would enable him to see everything, although he wouldn’t be able to touch anything.
Quickly Omar undid the handcuffs and cuffed each of JB’s wrists to a separate bar, using the cuffs he’d removed from Ramona for the second wrist. From his toy box he took two more pairs of handcuffs and cuffed each of JB’s ankles to the side frame of the box. JB was now unable to move more than a few inches in any direction. Finally Omar removed the ball gag. It was time to work on Ramona again.
“Stand in the center of the box, facing me,” he told her.
She moved as eagerly as JB had done. She was more than willing to keep playing this scene, despite being bound with the ropes.
He tied Ramona’s wrists to the top of the frame, leaving the ropes long so she remained standing on the floor at the moment. He did the same with the ropes around her waist and breasts before
standing himself on the bottom step of the frame and pulling her off her feet, gradually shortening each rope and tightening it up higher and higher until she was fully suspended, swinging several inches above the floor.
Her eyes were wide now, but there was still no fear, just anticipation.
Omar stood back down on the floor and opened her legs wide, tying one foot to each side of the frame so her cunt was fully exposed to him, held wide by the ropes around her legs. Her cunt was a deep pink inside. She was more than ready to be fucked. But the scene hadn’t played to its conclusion yet.
From his toy box, he took one of his favorite whips. It was light and thin, the type of whip he could use very gently to arouse or hard to give his sub a real bite. For the moment, arousal was his aim, so he flicked it gently over her cunt lips, watching her shiver and wiggle. Next he gave a light flick to JB’s pelvis. Once again, enough to arouse rather than hurt.
Omar walked behind JB and began whipping his ass. Right, left, right, left, with a firm hand and steady rhythm. He had a good view of JB’s cock through the open framework of the equipment and could tell his sub was very close to losing control and climaxing, so he flicked the whip over Ramona’s ass instead, gradually building up to harder strokes, again ceasing before she could come.
He replaced his whip in the toy box and untied her feet, turning her so she faced JB then tying her legs wide apart again. Finally, he removed her ball gag. “Suck his cock,” he ordered.
It was quite difficult for her to do. They were both tied quite tightly and with not much room for movement. Still, he’d deliberately placed her head in close proximity to JB’s cock and knew they’d manage somehow. Ramona finally lined her mouth up correctly and ran her tongue up and down JB’s shaft. Both of them were flushed and sweaty, and both had lust-hazed gazes. The game would end soon.
His own dick was begging for release as well, but he needed to wait a little longer, to reward his subs for their patience and obedience.
“Stop.”
Ramona lifted her mouth off JB, and he moved back the few inches that was all the maneuverability he had. Quickly, Omar unsnapped the handcuffs from JB’s wrists and ankles then said, “You’ve been very good subs. You may fuck her now.”
“Thank you, Master,” said JB, relief and excitement in his voice.
JB climbed down from the frame and stood right in front of Ramona, placing his hands on her hips and sliding his cock inside her. She was maybe an inch higher than was perfect for him, but it didn’t seem to prevent him from plunging in and out of her, rising up on his toes for the instroke. Very soon indeed they both broke, shuddering to a climax.
“Rest now, Javier,” Omar told him, knowing that once the endorphins died down, the marks of the whip on his ass would still sting since he was so sweaty. The salt from his sweat would ensure he remembered the whipping for a while yet.
Omar retrieved his whip and ran it over Ramona’s most sensitive areas. Her legs were still tied wide apart, so he could stroke every inch of her labia and cunt, including trailing the whip from her cunt back to her ass and up the crack. After a few minutes of stroking her, he knew she was aroused again, so he moved the whip to her breasts. They would be extra sensitive now, as they’d been forced between the layers of rope long enough for the blood to pool in her nipples. Holding the whip lightly, he trailed it over her breasts, just flicking her nipples. She jumped, so he knew she’d been surprised at how very sensitized the nubs were.
Good.
“Do you want me, sub? Do you want your Master to shove his prick in your cunt and ream you thoroughly? Do you want me to slam into you so hard you long to scream and I have to put the ball gag back on you?
“Yes, Master.”
Never taking his gaze from hers, Omar lined his dick up with her entry then hit her ass hard with the whip as soon as he thrust into her. Exactly as he’d known she would, she climaxed around him. It took every ounce of control he possessed, but he refrained from coming himself. As soon as her orgasm began to slow, he whipped her a second and a third time, stroking into her with his dick in time to the strokes of the whip. Her cunt gripped him harder as he dropped the whip and thrust a hand between their bodies so he could touch her clit. It was very hard and hot, as he’d known it would be, from the arousal of the scene they’d been playing. He lifted his finger from her clit and wrapped his arm around her so he could reach her butt. Again on an instroke, he slammed the finger deep into her ass, twisting and turning it then adding a second finger.
Ramona groaned and shook as a second orgasm consumed her. This time he permitted himself to come also. She’d been strung up by the ropes long enough. It was time to let her down. He’d definitely book this dungeon again. Their night had been most successful.
* * * *
Ramona was so exhausted she could hardly walk home. Never had she been so aroused. She’d imagined many scenes they could play in the dungeon but nothing as purely erotic as the session they’d just shared. Omar was amazing in the way he knew exactly how much she and Javier could bear—when to end the scene, and how to take them higher and harder than she could ever have dreamed of before she’d known him.
As soon as they arrived home, Omar told her to lie on the bed, and he massaged soothing oils into her shoulders, thighs, and ass. Then he gave her the pot of oil and asked her to massage Javier’s shoulders and ass. While she was massaging him, getting the tense knots out of his shoulders and soothing the red marks on his ass, Ramona heard the shower running.
Omar hustled them both under the hot water, and she relaxed as it washed away the sweat and soothed the ache in her muscles and where the ropes had chafed her skin.
That was just another example of Omar’s care for them. He always knew how to look after them and make sure the dungeon play didn’t lead to actual wounds. He was truly a caring Dom. And she loved him. She couldn’t imagine her life without both Javier and Omar in it. They meant everything to her.
Nothing was better than snuggling up in bed with one man on either side of her. She’d never slept so deeply and soundly as she did now, surrounded by the love and care of her two men.
It seemed as though she’d only been asleep for five minutes when the alarm bell rang. She tumbled out of bed and pulled on jeans, boots, and a sweater then tied her hair up in a knot on top of her head as fast as she could. Omar practically dragged her out of the house as she was finishing her hair, but it was important not to have it loose or someone could grab hold of it if she needed to run.
She and the other women had talked for a long time about whether it was better to wear boots or running shoes. Finally they’d decided the sturdy soles of boots and the ability of a woman wearing them to deliver a hard, sharp kick outweighed the fact they might be able to run faster in gym shoes. And it was only “might.” Over rough ground there wasn’t much difference in the speed engendered by their footwear anyway.
“You will stay with me and JB or with the other women. You will not get yourself in danger. That’s an order, understand,” Omar whispered fiercely into her ear as the three of them ran to the main gate.
“I’m not stupid, Omar. You don’t need to turn into Sam.”
“Maybe he knows something I don’t know,” Omar replied.
“Stay with her,” Omar ordered JB as he left them at the back of the crowd and pushed his way forward. Two trucks had tried to ram raid the front gates, which were kept locked at night now. Evidently, the gates had been made of much tougher steel than the trucks, which were all crushed at the front, and several of the men who’d been in them appeared hurt.
“Maybe they aren’t really hurt and it’s just to get us to open the gates,” said Javier to Ramona.
“Tor’s there. He’s a nurse. He’ll be able to tell fast enough if it’s just ketchup, not blood, on their bodies,” she replied.
“Maybe it’s a diversion and there’ll be a real attack somewhere else,” said Jubilee, standing beside Ramona and looking around a bit apprehensively
. Jubilee was human, not a shifter, so she would be safe enough unless fighting broke out generally. Of course she might simply be concerned about Carey, her Dom, who was up by the gates with Omar and Tor.
“We’ll soon find out,” Ramona replied as soothingly as she could while feeling a little worried herself.
But it wasn’t really soon. It seemed to take a very long time for everyone to understand what had happened and deal with it. Two groups of men were sent out to patrol the fence line, one going west, the other group east, to ensure the fence hadn’t been cut. They all had cell phones to call for help if they needed it, and each group included at least one shape-shifter.
Tor phoned for the paramedics, so at least some of the people from the trucks must have been genuinely hurt. Larry and Omar dispersed the groups, not wanting such a huge crowd standing around when the paramedics arrived, but the people only moved to the barn, where they could watch out the windows and still be close by if they were needed.
“I didn’t notice their leader this time,” said Ramona.
“The blond man?” asked Jubilee.
“Yes, the one who had the knife last time they came to the gates.”
“No. I didn’t see him, either. Maybe there were more of them who ran away when the ram raid didn’t work.”
“Could be. I hope they did go away and aren’t just hanging around waiting to attack when the excitement dies down, though,” said Ramona. Sitting here and waiting all night was going to drive her crazy. “I wish I had my hair things here so I could do my hair properly.”
“I know where the supplies for the bathrooms are. What do you need? A brush, some hairclips?” asked Jubilee.
“That would be awesome, thank you. But you shouldn’t leave the building right now.”
