by Cara Adams
Every spare minute since he’d woken up, his brain had been busy planning things that would teach him more about them and stretch their boundaries. Harry refused to nail down his feelings for Tegan. He knew now he respected her, appreciated her, and didn’t hate her, that he’d been grossly unfair to her in the way he’d treated her, but he certainly wasn’t willing to agree there was any chance of love between them. Lust, hell yes, plenty of lust. But love—he’d take the Fifth on that.
Now Jayden he trusted. Jayden was a good man, rock solid to work with, honorable, upright, a man of integrity. A man he’d always be prepared to have at his back in a dangerous situation. Working with Jayden in the field or in the dungeon was okay with him.
So what he needed was a scene that would push their boundaries, which made great use of the fact there were two of them. By letting one watch what was happening to the other, he could heighten their emotions exponentially. A big part of BDSM was what went on in the mind of the sub during the scene. The best scenes were ones where the sub was constantly waiting, wondering, imagining, driving their own response higher and higher with their thoughts. The most powerful sex organ was the brain.
And Harry was coming close to a plan to arouse both these people to the utmost. Since he didn’t have his own toy box with him, hadn’t brought it to the clinic, he was glad they were staying here where he could borrow whatever he needed from the club. It was a good chance for him to try out a couple new whips, too. If he were to build a relationship with Jayden and Tegan, he would need to get some new toys, ones especially suited to his new subs. They were both very fit, tough people, so a new whip or two would be essential.
The center of the dungeon was a large open space so the Dom could use it in whatever way he wanted. There were chains against one wall and a spanking bench against another wall, but the large open area of concrete floor was perfect for the first thing Harry had planned.
He held the door open, and they walked in and waited for him. He locked the door, covered the peephole, and said, “The scene begins now. Undress, slaves.”
Silently Tegan and Jayden did as he asked. Tegan moved gracefully into the center of the room and stood, head bowed, feet shoulder-width apart, hands behind her back. Jayden, however, kneeled beside her, his forehead resting on the floor. That was interesting. He’d ask them later if that was what they were taught to do, or if it was simply the way they personally liked to begin a scene.
“Tegan, did you ever do that whirling dervish game as a child? I’ve been longing to play it with you. It’s rare to find a fit, strong woman who could do it.”
“Whirling dervish? Where you keep one foot on the floor and spin using only the other one? Yes, we did that occasionally. Most of us used to end up dizzy and fall to the ground, though. Isn’t it actually a religious practice or something?”
“In some parts of the Middle East it’s still practiced as a religious ritual. I find it frees the mind and spirit, though. Watch. You, too, Jayden.”
Harry stood in the middle of the floor and waited until they were both facing him. He folded his arms across his chest and bent his head, then began to turn. As he spun, he raised both arms, the right pointing to the sky, but the left hand pointed down to the ground. He revolved from right to left, clockwise, spinning faster and faster until all he could see was a blur, then gradually slowed down, ending with a bow toward them.
“Awesome,” whispered Tegan. Jayden nodded.
“Do you trust me?” Harry asked her, watching her face very carefully.
She gave him back look for look, her bright green eyes serious. “Of course,” she replied.
“Come fly with me,” he said, gesturing for her to join him in the middle of the room.
“Jayden, support her hips and follow me around until I tell you to let go. Tegan, you hold my wrists and I hold yours.”
Harry clasped her wrists, and Jayden held her hips as Harry began to turn. Once he had his momentum going steadily, he nodded to Jayden to let go of her and stop moving with them. Jayden stepped well back, and instantly Tegan’s body flew out parallel to the floor. Held firmly by the wrists, she flew around and around in the air as he whirled. He raised his arms higher, and she was flying six feet off the floor. He had to concentrate hard to keep whirling as well as take care of her, but she was a joy to hold like this. As he slowed, he lowered his arms, and without being told Jayden was back, moving in time with him to catch Tegan’s hips and ease her to the ground.
“Holy shit! I really did feel as if I was flying. That was really something.”
“No, you are really something. There are very few people strong enough to do that.”
“I didn’t do anything. Jayden had me balanced until you were moving fast enough to support me, then you held me,” she argued.
“Who is master here?” he warned her.
Instantly she became silent and lowered her head, but he knew her well enough now to know she hadn’t changed her mind. She was just looking docile. Deep inside himself Harry rejoiced. That’s what he wanted in a woman. Someone strong enough to stand up to him, to have all her own thoughts and ideas, but who would do what he wanted when it truly mattered. Out in the field in times of danger, there couldn’t be a committee meeting held to decide what happened next. There had to be one person everyone else obeyed. And that was him. But he didn’t want a doormat. He wanted a real live, thinking, breathing, intelligent woman. He wanted Tegan.
He would have liked a half hour to mull over the scene, but it was time to move on. Trust had been established between all three of them. Now it was time to move into the whips and chains.
“Jayden, come here.”
Jayden followed him over to the wall, and quickly Harry handcuffed him and manacled his ankles, using a spreader bar to keep his legs properly apart. Harry set the chains so that his arms were fully stretched. Already Jayden’s cock was standing up and out from his body. Evidently he’d enjoyed the first scene. Harry hoped he’d appreciate this one even more.
“Tegan,” he said.
She walked across the dungeon and stood where he placed her, as he cuffed and manacled her exactly as he’d done for Jayden.
Harry moved over to the wall unit and opened a few drawers until he found the one with blindfolds and carefully blindfolded them both. Now Jayden would have to work harder. As a shape-shifter, Tegan’s hearing was naturally sharper than Jayden’s, but if Jayden concentrated, he’d gather enough clues to understand what was about to happen.
As silently as he could, he opened other drawers until he found the whips. One huge bullwhip attracted his attention even though he’d never use it on a person, or a bull either actually. He laid that one aside. He might have some fun cracking it just for the hell of it. Several other whips looked more like what he wanted. He took five and stepped into the center of the room, swishing each one through the air, then cracking them. He replaced three in the drawer, keeping the two he’d chosen in his hand, then he picked up the bullwhip. Using all the technique he could remember being taught, he swung his arm and cracked it.
A satisfactorily resounding noise rang through the dungeon. Just as well it’s soundproof or it might have scared the people in the restaurant!
But Harry’s gaze on was on his two subs. Both of them had jumped when the whip cracked, but neither showed any sign of fear. That was interesting indeed. They must both know him well enough to understand he wouldn’t use it on them, or if he did, it would be in a playful way.
For a moment he considered teasing them with it, but decided not to. It’d be very easy to misjudge and really hurt someone instead of bringing them to pleasure. His job now was to give them outstanding joy. And he’d do it, too.
Harry took the slightly heavier whip in his hand and laid four sharp strokes across Jayden’s ass. Then he stepped to the other side and repeated his actions, carefully laying the stripes above and below the first set. Changing whips, he moved closer to Tegan. This time he set three strokes on her a
ss from the right, and two from the left.
Building up a rhythm, Harry whipped Jayden’s shoulders four times and his thighs twice, and Tegan the same, but with the lighter whip.
He crossed to the chest of drawers, laying the whips on top of them and picking up a vampire glove that he’d found when searching for the blindfolds. It was made of leather and had tiny spikes on the fingers. This should prove an excellent tension breaker from the whipping. It was a toy he’d seen once before and had hoped to find again today.
He ran the back of his hand down Tegan’s spine, then down Jayden’s. The leather should provide a very pleasurable feeling. He did it again, concentrating on their spines. Then, without warning, he turned his hand over and let the sharp spikes touch their skin all the way from neck to ass, first on Tegan, then on Jayden.
For the next five minutes he played with them, using the leather and the spikes randomly, switching from sub to sub, from back to arm to leg and even their feet. He noticed the cream glistening on the insides of Tegan’s thighs, and on her pussy lips, and the fact that Jayden’s cock was hugely engorged, and understood that the time for play was almost over.
Harry went back and replaced the glove in the drawer, and using only the lighter whip this time, he gave a few last strokes to both his subs on their asses, shoulders, and upper thighs.
It was time to stop before they came and ruined the next scene he’d planned. Quickly, he packed away the toys, then removed their blindfolds and unchained them.
“Jayden, lie flat on your back on the floor. Tegan, do you want a condom, or are you prepared to fuck bareback?”
“Bareback is okay.”
“In that case, slide on down over his cock. Neither of you is to move after that, nor is either of you to come.”
He picked up the ice bucket from the corner of the room and kneeled beside Jayden. As soon as Jayden’s cock was completely inside Tegan’s pussy, he carefully rested an ice cube on each of Jayden’s nipples and placed another one in his belly button. Then he handed two more ice cubes to Jayden and said, “Hold one to each of her nipples. You can’t knock your own ice cubes off though, so keep very still as you do it.”
Harry watched as the two of them did as he’d said, Jayden moving with intense concentration until he’d completed his task. Harry waited for a few minutes then he held out the ice bucket. “Put the cubes in here. You’ve earned your release. Jayden fuck her to orgasm. As soon as she comes, you can come, too.”
The ice cubes hit the bucket very fast, then Tegan’s fingers dug into Jayden’s shoulders as he pounded up into her pussy. Both of them were enormously aroused and deserved their release. They’d worked very hard, been very obedient, and he’d learned a lot about them. It’d been a long, complicated scene, and one in which they’d behaved impeccably. They needed to come now though. He could tell that.
Hell, his own dick was aching with need, and he’d been the Dom, not the one being pleasured. But I received enormous pleasure, too. How could I not with two such perfect subs.
Harry watched as Jayden used the balls of his feet to push up hard and fast into Tegan’s cunt. He watched her breasts bounce as she rode him, her fingers whiten as they gripped his flesh, and most of all, her face as her cheeks flushed, her eyes became glazed, and then her body went limp on top of Jayden. Damn, she was stunning when she climaxed.
Jayden’s body was sheened with sweat, making his muscles gleam as he powered up into her, his cock slamming up into her pussy then gliding out again, only to drive deep into her cunt once more. His hands on her waist held her down, giving him maximum penetration on each stroke. Harry’s own dick leaped with the knowledge of how good she would feel around his cock, especially as she’d be coating him with her cream while she climaxed. Then Jayden broke, his thrusts going ragged, his hands holding her more loosely now.
Harry waited a few minutes for them to recover.
Some time in this twenty-four-hour break, away from the need to worry about that damn George Thorne, he had to ask some very pointed questions about the possibilities of an ongoing relationship. If this dungeon scene had shown him one thing above all others, it was that the three of them belonged together.
The only question was, did they think that, too, or was it just him?
* * * *
By the time they got back to their room, Tegan couldn’t decide whether she needed a nap or a soak in the hot tub. Before she could come to a decision, Harry took charge again.
“I think it’s time to try out the hot tub. It’ll give us a chance to get to know each other better as people, too. If this relationship is going to succeed, we need to know a hell of a lot more about each other than how fast we can handcuff a punk.”
A relationship? Was that what they had? As Tegan stripped off her clothes again—how many times had she gotten dressed and undressed already today? It seemed like a lot!—she thought about that. She certainly liked Jayden both as a person and as a colleague. Harry, well, she was attracted to him in some weird way that compelled her to be near him even when he was grumpy. Again she wondered if that was the bear in him, or if it was just the attitude they brought out in each other. Their personalities certainly seemed to combust around each other. Shrugging, she decided that getting to know them both better was a good thing anyway and climbed into the Jacuzzi.
It was huge, which was just as well as both Harry and Jayden were big men. The hot water felt really good bubbling up against her back, too. She rested her head against the side of the tub and closed her eyes, letting the water flow over her skin and the bubbles tease her back and neck. Oh yeah. She could really get used to living this kind of life. Too bad it was only for a single day.
“Tegan, why did you decide to become a security guard? I’ve been meaning to ask you that for a long time. It’s not the usual kind of career a girl chooses,” said Jayden.
Reluctantly Tegan sat up straighter and opened her eyes. The bubbles were now hitting her lower back, and that was rather nice. “Have you heard the old joke about the questions people with various college degrees ask? The graduate with a science degree asks, ‘Why does it work?’ The graduate with an engineering degree asks, ‘How does it work?’ The graduate with an accounting degree asks, ‘How much will it cost?’ and the graduate with a liberal arts degree asks, ‘Do you want fries with that?’ Well, I was the graduate with the liberal arts degree and no desire to work in a fast food restaurant. I’m fit, strong, and like being outside as well as inside, so I took a community college course and became a security guard. How about you?”
She looked at Jayden. He was leaning back against the side of the tub, his face turned up to the ceiling, his legs stretched out in front of him. She had to remind herself how big he was. Next to Harry no one looked large, but Jayden was six feet of solid muscle. His abs were ripped, his shoulders very broad, his thighs powerful. Well, she’d just experienced that in person. When she’d sat on his cock he’d powered up into her pussy, lifting her body as though she was a feather instead of five nine and all woman. She wasn’t fat, but everyone knew muscle weighed more than fat did, so she was no lightweight either.
Wet, his fair hair looked almost brown, and when he turned to face her, she could about drown in those liquid-chocolate eyes.
“I was a jock, not interested in school. While I was useful on the football field, I knew I didn’t need to study. I’d always be given a pass in my classes, or enough of them to stay on the team. I even played a couple seasons as a pro, but I wasn’t quite good enough. There were always other guys just that bit better than me, so I figured I’d better find a job where I could use my size and fitness as an advantage. I didn’t want to be a trainer or work in a gym, so here I am.”
Harry and Jayden began talking football. Tegan relaxed, loving the water, enjoying the background murmur of the men’s conversation. The word “relationship” was bouncing around in her brain. Were they in a relationship? Did a couple of fucks indicate a relationship? Sure, they were workin
g together at the moment, but she’d worked in teams lots of times before and would never have considered her colleagues then as being her partners in anything other than a strictly business sense.
There was plenty of lust. Both men were very good looking and had the kind of physique she preferred. Tegan couldn’t get interested in soft, pretty boys, with smooth features and manscaped bodies like she saw in the women’s magazines. Her taste was for a hard body with lots of muscle and a man who could lift her up and hold her in his arms without snapping a tendon or breaking into a sweat. Both Jayden and Harry fit the bill perfectly.
Originally she’d thought Harry would have body hair, and he did. A good coating of black curls on his chest and trailing down in an arrow to his cock. A cock that had pleasured her most satisfactorily as far as she could remember through the lust-ridden haze she’d had that night. She was looking forward to seeing his cock in the good light of the bedroom later today.
She also wanted to trace the bear tattoo on his shoulder. She hadn’t thought much about tattoos or piercings before, but she liked that Harry had his shifted form inked onto his skin. It proved he accepted himself for what he was, man and bear.
Hmm, getting back to the idea of a relationship, it would be more than just delicious bodies and hot sex. How did she feel about their personalities? Well, she truly liked Jayden. He was a good companion who treated her as a real person, an equal, a fully-fledged member of the team. That was important. She hated the idea a man would feel obliged to protect her instead of doing his assigned task and leaving her to do hers. She had no doubts she was capable of doing whatever was needed, and it was a good feeling to know that Jayden trusted her to be a true partner on the field.
What about Harry? Ah, that was the big question. At first he’d seemed to hate her, to completely disregard her. He’d even suggested she was a spy for George. Or was that just a ruse to rip her clothes off? No, she didn’t think so. She thought he’d truly felt she was an imposter. Well, he seemed to have gotten over that. After all, he’d apologized to her, but how did it make her feel? Did she trust him or not?
