Tamed by the Wolves [Werewolf Brides 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Cara Adams

  Gowan made no pretense of where he wanted his hands. As soon as he’d dropped her cuffed wrists around his neck, which wasn’t easy as he was so tall, he slid his leg between both of hers, rubbing over her pussy, and both his hands were inside her dress on her ass. He used one hand to hold her ass against his leg while a finger from the other hand slid inside her rear channel and began fucking her there. Dera sighed with pleasure and rested her head on his shoulder. This time she didn’t need to concentrate on dancing. Gowan hardly moved, more swaying with the beat of the music and taking an occasional step than actually dancing. But his finger deep inside her never stopped its steady stroking. When he added a second finger, she had to suck a mouthful of his flesh to prevent herself from crying out.

  “You are not to climax. I forbid it,” said Gowan.

  “Well you’d better stop what you’re doing then, because I’m right on the very edge of coming.”

  “No. You must learn to hold on, to control yourself, and to wait. Your orgasms will be better the longer you put them off.”

  “Tell that to the Marines,” Dera replied, forcing her ass back on his fingers and grinding her ass cheek against his hand.

  “Bad sub. For that I will spank you.”

  She lifted her head as Maitho grinned at her over Gowan’s shoulder. “Wasn’t that a silent movie? Did you stay up late watching those old movies as a kid or something?”

  “I didn’t even know it was a movie. It was something my grandfather used to say.”

  “The one with the ax?”

  “Yes, that’s right.”

  Gowan let go of her and said, “It’s time to put your next costume on.”

  “You’ll need to do something about these first.” Dera waggled her handcuffs. They were very cute, but she was tired of them and eager to get to the bedroom scene. But still, she was intrigued about her next costume. The men had shown great initiative in their trips to Hawaii and China. She was fascinated to find out where they’d be going next.

  Gowan unlocked the handcuffs then threw her over his shoulder. Her dress fell open over her head, leaving her ass and legs exposed. Predictably Maitho swatted her ass as he walked past Gowan to the main bedroom and opened the door. There was no light in the room and Gowan placed her on the floor then shut the door leaving her standing in the dark.

  Dera ran her hand along the wall and flicked the light switch. The light that came on was very dim, possibly because the men had replaced the light bulb with one that was of a very low wattage, but also possibly because there were yards and yards of filmy fabric hanging from the light in the center of the room, and stretching over the bed, giving it a filmy, otherworldly sort of feel. All the shimmering, sheer fabric was, of course, pink.

  Dera wiggled out of the tight red dress and looked around for her next costume. She saw nothing she could recognize, but there did appear to be some of the filmy fabric piled up on the end of the bed. Dera walked across and picked it up, staring at the gossamer stuff. “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Someone has been watching too many A Thousand and One Nights in a Harem movies. No way am I doing the dance of seven veils.”

  Nevertheless she wrapped the sheer fabric around her body and fastened a gold cord around her waist to hold it all together. She had an idea one of the veils was supposed to cover her face, but too bad.

  Dera sat on the bed and looked up at the surrounding fabric. It really was very pretty in the muted light. The pink fabric seemed to form a tent around her, enclosing her with a warm and friendly atmosphere.

  The door opened and her men appeared. They’d exchanged their baggy white just-below-the-knee pants, for white robes that covered their entire bodies.

  “Now that just isn’t fair. If you’re wearing those kinds of clothes I should be in one of those all-enveloping black burkas with just my eyes showing through a tiny slit.”

  “That’s what women wear when they leave the house. Your outfit is what they wear inside the house,” said Gowan.

  “Uh-huh. Sure it is.”

  “Now dance for us, our pretty concubine. Dance the dance of the seven veils,” said Maitho.

  Gowan held his hand out the door and clicked his remote. He must have moved his laptop into the hallway, because immediately an Arabic lovesong started to play. Dera kneeled up on the bed and let her body sway in time to the music. She peeked around the swathes of fabric hanging from the ceiling, using them as props to hide her face and body until she ran out of ideas about what to do. Then she slid off the bed and waggled her hips and ass at the men, lifting her arms above her head and trying to move her shoulders like dancers she’d seen on television.

  She unwrapped the first veil and danced over to Maitho, wrapping it over his face and retreating quickly to dance in the far corner of the room before removing the second veil and tying it as a blindfold around Gowan’s head.

  The game came to an immediate end as Gowan picked her up and dropped her on the bed. “Oh, no, you don’t, you tease. I intend to see every inch of your skin before we fuck you tonight. That makes two spankings you will get first, though.”

  “Double standards much?” She tugged the hem of his robe and tried to pull it off him.

  “Maitho, hold her wrists.”

  Gowan flipped her onto her belly and pulled the remaining veils out of the cord around her waist. Then he took the cord in his hand and used it to whip her ass. The first few strokes hardly hurt at all, but he developed a rhythm and once the cord began landing on the previously whipped skin it did start to hurt. After a while her entire ass felt hot and achy, but it was a sexy, erotic kind of achy. Like her breasts felt now pressed into the bedding.

  Maitho let go of her hands and reached under the pillows, pulling out a handful of condoms.

  “That looks promising,” she said happily.

  “Silence, slave,” growled Gowan.

  “How about this?” asked Maitho, revealing a tube of lube in his hand.

  She’d known they planned to fuck her ass. Both Maitho and Gowan had been touching her there purposefully all evening. But this was the final proof and she was ready to be double fucked. It would be something totally new to her, but she was looking forward to it as the next step in their growing relationship.

  She must have missed some byplay between the men, because Maitho rolled a condom down over his very large shaft, then pulled her gently over his body, which was suddenly naked.

  “Aha. So the sheik is naked under his robe. That’s a useful piece of information to know.”

  “The sheik’s dick needs to be ready and willing to pleasure his slave at any hour of the day or night. Boxers or briefs might slow him down and make him miss an opportunity,” answered Maitho.

  “Plus it’s time for the slave to learn all about the pleasure of being fucked in the ass. Have you been ass-fucked before, Dera?” asked Gowan, filling her ass crack with lube and massaging the slippery cold gel into her rear entry.

  “You two are the only people I’ve been with for a long time,” Dera replied. This was absolutely not the time to talk about previous boyfriends, although it was information she would share with them in return for hearing about some of their own experiences at some stage.

  Maitho gripped her breasts with both hands and began pinching her nipples. Dera groaned. “Damn, that feels good.”

  “I want to make sure you’re nice and wet before I shove my aching dick into your hot cunt.”

  “I’m plenty wet enough. I’ve been wet for hours.”

  “But is your ass ready?” teased Gowan.

  She pushed back onto his fingers. They slid around, massaging the sensitive tissues inside her rear channel. “Absolutely.”

  “Are you sure?” Gowan pushed a third finger inside her, and Dera shivered from head to toe.

  “You can forbid me from coming all you want but if you keep touching me, I won’t be able to hold back. I’m really close already.”

  “Hold her still,” Gowan told Maitho.

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p; Maitho grabbed her elbows and held them to her sides while Gowan wrapped the cord from her costume around her chest, first above her breasts, and then below them, tying her arms to her body and forcing her breasts into the narrow space between the two coils of rope.

  “What the fuck?”

  “We’re taking control of this scene, Dera. If you obey me, your orgasm will be the best one you’ve ever had.”

  “The way we’re going, I’m not getting an orgasm. You keep stopping me.”

  “Patience, precious,” whispered Maitho, licking her ear then poking his tongue inside it and nibbling on the rim. Once again Dera shivered, her cunt pouring honey onto Maitho’s hips.

  Maitho positioned her over his cock, held her by the waist, and slammed his cock deep inside her pussy, then he lowered her onto his chest.

  Dera lay there for a moment, getting used to the feel of the ropes binding her and the way they forced her breasts to bulge out and her nipples to dig into Maitho’s chest. Her cunt was full of hot man, and a hot man was underneath her. She felt helpless tied like this, but not unsafe in any way. Experimentally she wiggled her body over Maitho’s chest, easing the ache in her breasts by dragging her nipples against his flesh. It also made his cock slide deeper inside her pussy which was an excellent feeling as well.

  Maitho wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her tightly as Gowan opened up her ass cheeks and pressed his cock at her back door. Dera remained still. She’d never had two men inside her simultaneously before. In fact, she’d never even dated two men at the same time until she came to Cooper’s Farm. It was one of the things that had attracted her in their advertisement, though, the idea of being the bride of two men.

  Gowan pushed deeper inside her and she stayed perfectly still, amazed as her tissues widened and widened again. Of course, both men had to fit. There were so many women who participated in ménages, but she hadn’t bothered to think through the actual dynamics of sex with two men inside her together until now. Her cunt was stretched tight around Maitho’s thick cock, and her ass was filled to the brim with Gowan’s. But somehow it worked. They were both deep inside her and her inner muscles held the two cocks tightly, as if her body had been designed purely for this very moment.

  When both men began to withdraw from her, Dera was almost ready to scream at them from unrelieved sexual tension. But soon they were pushing back inside her again. It was enormously frustrating having her arms bound to her sides, but she found she could rotate her hands just enough to grip Maitho’s thighs. Her fingernails were undoubtedly digging into his skin, but it served him right for teasing her so much. She was desperate to physically connect with these men and that was all she could do right now, apart from suck and lick the top of his chest.

  Behind her Gowan must have undressed because his hot skin was like a blanket over her body. She waited unmoving for half a dozen strokes from the men, then pushed back on Gowan’s cock, driving it even deeper inside her and slammed her body forward on Maitho’s. The extra friction send her flying off the cliff into orgasm, her entire body shaking with her release as she lay limp between their bodies.

  They never stopped their measured advance and retreat, and almost before her head cleared from the fog of lust caused by her climax, a second coil formed deep in her belly and began to gnaw at her, making her wiggle and fidget once again. Holy shit. She was going to come twice so close together. That was more than she’d ever done before.

  Dera waited until they were both fully in her body and then clenched her ass muscles and cunt muscles around their cocks. This time it was Maitho who groaned and Gowan who gasped. “Don’t tease,” Gowan said.

  “And tying my arms to my sides like this isn’t teasing?” she retorted, although she didn’t do it again. But she did go back to wiggling between their bodies. Very soon she was so aroused she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t move. The two men pounded in and out of her, gripping her arms, hips, ass, and every nerve in her body was alight with the flame of desire. Gowan pushed a hand between her body and Maitho’s and sought out her clit, pressing and rubbing the tiny button.

  Dera had thought she couldn’t possible get any more aroused, but found she did. His touch was driving her crazy. Maitho let go of her hips and pinched both her nipples. Her breasts, forced between the tight binding of the cords, were ultrasensitive, and with Maitho’s wicked pinching, Dera screamed, her body igniting in a massive climax that seemed to come from everywhere at once. Both men slammed into her several more times, then she felt the heat of their releases through the latex, but she could no longer think or move. Her whole body throbbed with the splendor of a massive orgasm, the biggest one of her life, just like they’d promised her.

  The two men stood Dera up and slid her off the bed, untying the rope from around her body, and rubbing her shoulders. Gel was pushed into her ass and rubbed over her butt cheeks before she was laid down under the bedding. But by then she was excited again and ready to do her share of exploring. Dera smoothed her hands over first one chest, then the other, She sat up, pushing the bedding back and looked at her two cocks, still half hard although no longer covered in neon latex. They were smooth and clean, so the men must have washed themselves when they disposed of the condoms. She’d been too out of it to notice, but her brain was alert again and she planned to play with her toys. Both of them.

  * * * *

  Gowan intended Dera to spend the night in this bed, the one they’d bought for her. He wasn’t sure if she’d be able to have sex again in the morning, but they’d both penetrated her tonight, which had been his major aim. Morning sex would simply be a bonus. But having her stay the night was very important to him as well. He wanted to hold her in his arms, to fall asleep breathing in the sweet scent of her hair. To wake and find her still there. The last thing he’d expected was her to want to touch them. But hey, if she wanted to play with his dick, there was no way he’d complain about that.

  Goose bumps prickled Gowan’s thighs as Dera stroked the sensitive inner skin there before trailing her hand down to touch his kneecap. Then she wiggled around and kissed Maitho’s belly button, touching his nipples and looking at him so intently Gowan couldn’t help but smile. Soon though, she was back to teasing around Maitho’s balls and his. Finally she gripped each of them in one hand and stroked them smoothly and firmly from root to tip. Gowan’s dick bounced and grew longer at her sexy touch, and from the huge grin on Maitho’s face, he felt exactly the same. Lust was roaring through Gowan’s body but he kept it tightly under control. If she just wanted to look and touch, he had to allow that. After all, he sure as hell liked to look at and touch her.

  When Dera bent over and sucked his cockhead into her mouth, he had to work really hard not to react. “You do that damn well,” he said, hoping his voice sounded normal.

  Dera ignored him and sucked Maitho before answering. “You both taste quite different. I suppose I’d thought there might be a sort of general werewolf flavor, but you’re completely individual.”

  He nodded but decided not to ask her any questions about her past experiences. She would tell them about previous boyfriends at some stage. He couldn’t blame her for whatever she’d done before she knew them. Hell, he had a history of his own, as did Maitho. And he knew she’d be faithful to them once she committed to them. But he wanted to know whether she’d been to a dungeon, and what types of activities she’d tried. He wanted to imprint himself on her, to make sure all her memories ongoing were of him and Maitho, not of some former lover.

  She licked and sucked their cocks alternately for a while, then touched their faces, tracing the lines of their jaw. “Do my bristles annoy you? Should I shave again?” he asked.

  Once again she touched his chin. “No, your hair is dark like your eyes, so it’s natural you’d have a five o’clock shadow by now. I don’t like the trendy scruffy look much. I don’t think it’s sexy. It seems lazy to me. Or arrogant. As if the man couldn’t be bothered shaving before he went on a date. Th
is late at night, it’s quite natural to have a few bristles on your chin.”

  Gowan relaxed. He knew some women hated a rough chin. He’d heard of women who simply wouldn’t kiss a man with any facial or body hair and he was glad Dera was more understanding. He would be careful not to give her beard burn, though. Maitho’s hair was lighter than his and less obvious but he noticed Maitho rubbing a hand over his chin, too.

  Dera stretched herself out on the bed and sucked his balls, then Maitho’s, his dick, then Maitho’s. He caught Maitho’s gaze and they both bounced up, capturing her and flipping her over. “Our turn to play now. You’ve had long enough,” he said.

  Maitho buried his face in her cunt and he held her still, filling his mouth with a luscious breast and then moving from one to the other, licking, sucking, and biting. She was wiggling fiercely, so he grabbed one of her legs and held it right up in the air to give Maitho better access to her cunt. Maitho looked up, her juices on his chin.

  “She’s hot and wet and close to coming, I believe.”

  Keeping hold of her leg, Gowan rested his cockhead at her lips. Eagerly she opened her mouth and began sucking on him as Gowan regulated how much of himself to feed into her mouth and Maitho worked on her cunt. Before very long at all she was gasping and panting. His cock really wanted to come, but he pulled away from her, letting her enjoy her orgasm at Maitho’s hands.

  He knew Maitho would be very close to coming himself after breathing in her scent and sucking her off, so while she was still shaking in release, he tipped her onto all fours and said, “Take her from behind, Maitho. Give your werewolf a taste of her.”

  Maitho nodded and slammed his cock into her, holding her hips and pumping hard.

  Gowan lay beside them, shoving his head under her body to suck her breasts and help her continue orgasming while Maitho came.

  He loved her breasts. They were rich and full and still a little swollen from being bound with the cord before. Also, her ass was still faintly pink from the whipping he’d given her. Gowan tugged on his cock as he sucked her breasts and thought of the dungeon scene he’d do with her soon. As soon as she’d agree to one. The dungeon was the only thing left they needed to check with her. She was theirs. She hadn’t said so, but she continued to agree to spend time with them, even if not as frequently as he wanted. Hopefully she’d stay tonight and that would be another hurdle crossed. After that, he’d enact her dungeon scene and tie her to them with cords of love. She’d know she was theirs and only theirs. Cum jetted from his cock as he visualized her naked, blindfolded, and gagged, hanging from chains in his dungeon, her ass red from his whip, her cunt pulsing in release, just as it was now.