by Cara Adams
“Yeah, right. And there might be an oil well under this building,” grumbled Gowan. I will keep Dera safe. But first she has to agree to mate Maitho and me.
Chapter Six
Maitho and Gowan had talked for a long time about how to take the steps to bring Dera to agree to be Gowan’s sub and both of their mates. Maitho had never really considered himself to be a sub. He wasn’t a Dom either. He was just himself. He was perfectly happy to help Gowan to make the scenes work, to give Dera pleasure, but he didn’t envision himself as a sub always in their games. But just this once, or maybe every once in a while, he thought it might be good to play the sub with Dera. He liked the idea of not having to plan and plot and work to achieve pleasure. Oh sure, he was ready to half kill himself to make Dera come, but all the effort that went into designing a scene, which gave Gowan so much pleasure, just seemed like work to him. Work that he didn’t mind doing because it was to benefit Dera, but nevertheless genuine work.
So he told Gowan he’d like to play the sub. “Next time for sure. After that, we’ll see.”
“Are you certain? We’ve always been partners in everything we do.”
“We still will be. No one is going to tell me what to eat for lunch or which shirt to wear to work. But I think it would soothe Dera if I was a sub in the dungeon with her, at least sometimes. She’s plenty smart enough to know how I feel, and I like the idea of relaxing and leaving you in control in our dungeon scenes.”
“Effectively you’re becoming almost a switch now.”
“Except that I won’t ever be a Dom, just a partner with you in a scene.”
“Okay, I can deal with that, so I expect Dera will be able to deal with it, too.”
“If she agrees to a dungeon scene shared with me.”
“Oh, she’ll agree to it all right. She’s a true sub and I know she’s longing to be punished some more.”
Maitho thought Gowan was right. She’d certainly been hotter than hell when she’d had her ass paddled, and there hadn’t been so much as a second’s hesitation when her wrists had been handcuffed and her body bound. Dera enjoyed pushing the boundaries, but she loved being punished as well.
So Maitho cooked the three of them a light meal, one that wouldn’t cause indigestion when they went down into the dungeon, and then he watched Dera’s dark eyes gleaming with joy as she looked all around the basement, taking in the various toys there.
* * * *
Gowan didn’t often wear cologne or a scented aftershave, but tonight he’d purposely dabbed on just a little sandalwood cologne. It was all part of the scene they were about to play.
He’d watched them enter the dungeon very carefully, wanting to assess their feelings. Maitho seemed no different from normal. He’d undressed placidly and taken his place on his knees in front of Gowan, head bowed, hands resting on his thighs. Gowan didn’t normally require his subs to kneel, but if this was how Maitho wanted to act, and it helped him prepare for a scene, that was okay. Gowan certainly wasn’t going to change Maitho’s method of preparing himself for a dungeon scene when they might not do it again for a couple of months, if ever.
Excitement was flowing off Dera in waves. Gowan could almost see the air rippling around her as she entered the dungeon. She pushed the door shut with a little too much force, but it was designed to close silently, so it didn’t slam. She scanned the room quickly then undressed, letting her clothes puddle on the floor where they landed, and came over to kneel beside Maitho, copying his stance with careless grace.
So far, so good. “When one sense is removed, the other senses are heightened. One of the lessons of the dungeon is learning how to make every little experience count, by focusing on it and drawing all the pleasure from it, before moving onto the next experience. So often in life we rush from task to task, never gaining the pleasure that is offered to us. Tonight you will both learn to seek out every tiny joy and dwell on it, before casting it aside.” Gowan walked over to the bench where he’d placed a row of toys he intended to use tonight.
“Look at me.”
When their heads were raised, he held up a blindfold. “To remove the sense of sight.” Then he held up earmuffs, handcuffs, a ball gag, and clothespin, leaving them to work out themselves what each one was for.
In the center of the room there were chains attached to the ceiling, and manacles attached to the floor. He walked over to them and said, “Maitho, come here.” Quickly he cuffed Maitho’s hands and feet, making sure that the man could rest on his feet flat on the floor so his arms wouldn’t be too stretched. He wanted them to think, not to concentrate on the pain tonight. That would be another night’s play.
“Now you, Dera.” He was deliberately doing Maitho first each time so Dera could see what was about to happen and know how to respond. Since she was so very new to all this, he wanted her to understand what was happening, yet didn’t want to be endlessly talking to her, which would spoil the effect for Maitho. Fortunately she seemed to understand what she needed to do very easily and copied Maitho faultlessly. It just proved what he already knew, that she was a damn smart woman.
He picked up the first ball gag and took it to Maitho. “You shouldn’t be speaking during this scene anyway, but once this is in your mouth, you’ll be more conscious of your own breathing patterns.”
Once both ball gags were on he picked up his flogger and stood in front of them, his weight back on his heels as he played with the strands. He knew they’d be noticing the fabric, counting the strands, possibly even looking at the handle. Then he casually flicked it out, hitting Maitho on the shoulders, then Dera. Next he moved behind them both and laid several hard strokes across Maitho’s ass and slightly lighter ones over Dera’s ass. He made sure to move the flogger through the air. It wasn’t like the crack of a whip, but anyone listening would be sure to hear the sound of it passing through the air.
He paced around the dungeon in a random pattern, flicking his gaze to them from time to time to check Dera wasn’t twisting her head to look at him, but she was copying Maitho, keeping her face looking down.
As he passed by, he flogged their asses a few more times, then went and got the blindfolds. Even though they hadn’t been moving their heads, they’d have been able to watch a fair amount of what he did by careful use of their peripheral vision. Now was the time to eliminate that from their senses.
He tied the blindfolds firmly, not trusting Dera not to try to wiggle out of hers to peek, and then recommenced his random pacing. As he walked, he looked at his subs standing silent and bound. Maitho’s shoulders were tense, the muscles clearly defined, but Gowan was certain it was from paying attention, not from distaste or fear. Dera was still radiating an aura of excitement, although her calf muscles were now visible in her legs. He wondered if that was from the beginnings of tension. He’d be sure to keep watch on her.
He flicked his flogger casually over their shoulders, then harder over their asses, and then cracked it through the air a few times as he made his way over to his toys. Silently he laid the flogger down and picked up a feather and a long satin ribbon in one hand and paddle in the other. Now was the time for him to crank up the tension in his session with them.
Gowan drew the satin ribbon over their chests and hips, letting it slide over their skin especially on sensitive areas. Then he moved behind them and teased the back of their knees with the feather, first Maitho then Dera, then both of them again. When he came around to face them he tickled the feather over their chins and breasts. But as he walked behind them he swapped the paddle to his right hand and whacked their asses hard, wanting the contrast of slippery, and teasing, with firm.
Even around the ball gag, he heard Dera make a noise. Ha! That got her attention. Just as well he’d gagged her then. Maitho’s shoulder muscles were still tight, but his body language continued to demonstrate acceptance and his cock was rising, so Gowan took that all as a sign he was happy with the scene thus far.
Gowan kept walking, this time teasing thei
r feet with the feather and draping the silk ribbon over their hips. When he finally brought out the paddle again, he used it on their thighs for variety and unexpectedness.
Back at the bench he laid down his toys and slipped his feet out of his shoes so he could move silently on the stone floor.
He approached them from behind and had the earmuffs on Maitho’s head before Dera seemed aware of what was happening. Maitho had tilted his head just before Gowan had touched him, so it appeared Maitho had sensed his approach. But then he was a werewolf with extra acute senses. Now that hearing as a sense was being removed, they’d have to rely on feeling the air move across their skin and the faint scent of his sandalwood cologne.
He got out his cane and whipped their asses properly, making a neat row of lines across the round cheeks of Dera’s pert ass and across Maitho’s much more muscular buttocks. Gowan made a point of using big arm movements so they’d feel the air disturb and hopefully Dera had now recognized his scent. Because that was the next step—removing it.
Gowan went and got the clothespins and pegged their noses to close their nostrils. He stood very still in front of them and watched. They could still breathe a little through their noses, and also they could open their mouths as wide as possible with the ball gag and get some air in that way. But having both the ball gag and the clothespin could be very frightening at first, until they learned how to keep breathing. So he watched them both very carefully.
It was Dera who understood first. Her chest heaved a few times as she tried to draw in big breaths, then she relaxed and learned to breathe very shallowly with the air she had available. Maitho took longer to work it out, fighting the restriction on his nose, but it wasn’t long before he, too, understood the trick of letting the tiny amounts of air work for him and sustain him.
That was the final lesson. He’d systematically removed each of their senses and they’d learned to use what remained to them. Now to reward them with an orgasm. He removed the clothespins and the earmuffs, then unchained Maitho.
“Maitho, you may arouse Dera using only your hands. Neither of you is to come, but you must bring her to the edge. Do you understand?”
Maitho nodded sharply, and Gowan turned him so he was facing Dera. He placed one of Maitho’s hands on her shoulder and stood back to watch what his friend would do.
Having seen Maitho kiss the inside of Dera’s wrist on one other occasion, Gowan rather thought he might have had a few sensual tricks up his sleeve, so he looked on with anticipation to see Maitho’s techniques in action.
Maitho slid his hand down Dera’s arm and he played with her fingers. That was a good move, going for sensual things instead of lunging directly at her breasts or cunt. After a few minutes, Maitho kneeled down and stroked a hand down Dera’s leg then played with her foot. It was still cuffed at the ankle, but he managed to tease under the arch as well as play with her toes. Not bad for a man who was blindfolded.
Maitho slowly and carefully worked his way back up her body, stroking and playing with every inch of skin until he finally had his hands on her hips and walked his fingers to her cunt. Dera was shivering, quivering, and very obviously intensely aroused. Of course, Maitho couldn’t see the gleam of her cream on her inner thighs, but he’d touched her there so likely he knew.
Gowan nodded. Maitho had been very patient, teasing and arousing Dera by tiny increments, thus heightening her expectation every inch of the way.
Gowan stepped forward and removed both their ball gags and blindfolds. “Dera, would you like Maitho to fuck you now?”
“Yes. Yes, please, Sir.”
“Maitho, would you like to fuck her there where she is standing?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Gowan unchained Dera but left her standing by the chains as he went back to the bench and returned with a condom which he handed to Maitho. “Very well. Fuck her to orgasm.”
Maitho fumbled a little rolling the condom on. Gowan wondered whether it was from intense arousal and excitement at the thought of taking Dera. It didn’t really matter. Maitho had shown gentleness and sensitivity in his handling of the woman, so would undoubtedly give her pleasure.
This was the hardest part for Gowan. He desperately wanted to fuck her himself. His cock was huge and hard inside his pants, having orchestrated this dungeon scene and then watched Maitho arouse Dera so successfully. Yet right now wasn’t about him. It was about them. This first scene needed to have them learn about the dungeon and to find reward with each other’s bodies. But for him it was all about discovering their boundaries and their abilities. Pleasure for him couldn’t come until after he knew the frameworks on which to build the next scene.
Gowan watched Dera’s face as Maitho thrust deep into her cunt, holding her hips. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks flushed. Her fingers gripped Maitho’s shoulders so hard, they were digging into his skin.
Maitho’s hips were pumping and he was rising up onto his toes to fill her completely as they moved together. It was harder to fuck standing in an open space than most people thought. It was much easier to have one of the people leaning against a wall. But Gowan had intentionally not told them to lean against a wall. This was all about learning people’s likes, dislikes, and capabilities. Maitho was a generous and considerate partner, and Gowan had to use this scene to lead into the bedroom scene where he would ask Dera to mate with them properly.
Dera gasped, closed her mouth tightly, and sagged against Maitho. Maitho looked at Gowan and Gowan nodded. That was more evidence of what a good man Maitho truly was. He’d done as instructed, bringing Dera to climax, but was waiting for Gowan’s approval before coming himself. Gowan hadn’t really expected that much obedience from Maitho on his first time as being a sub.
* * * *
Dera felt Maitho’s cum fill the condom and before she could think clearly, Gowan was leading them all upstairs to the bedroom. The two men stood in front of her, each one holding one of her arms.
“Dera, you know we both love you and want to mate you. You are our woman and we need to live with you, to love and protect you forever. Please mate us,” said Gowan.
She turned her head slightly and focused more on Maitho. His eyes were filled with longing and there was sweat on his chest. She wondered whether it was from the sex they’d just had or because of nerves.
“I adore you, Dera. You mean everything to me. Mate us, please.”
Deep inside herself, Dera had known ever since the night they’d panicked when she’d tried to return to the community hall that she would marry them. No other men had ever interested her the way they had. She’d seen Gowan on the airplane and had wanted him that very first day. They’d both turned out to be men she could love and respect as well as live with.
“Fuck me together and then I’ll let you know,” she said.
Gowan nodded at Maitho and turned her, pushing her back down so her ass stuck out.
Dera smiled as Maitho’s finger teased her ass. “Would you like a little something in here, Dera?”
“I’d prefer a big something.” She was half-upside down and still had to struggle not to giggle.
Maitho’s finger was inside her now, stretching her opening, but it was nowhere near enough. She might just have had an orgasm but she needed both of them, together. If she was to marry—mate—two men, she wanted two cocks inside her, both pounding deep and hard, driving her higher and higher until she came.
And then she was picked up and placed face-down on the bed. That was better. She spread her legs wide apart and welcomed Maitho’s attention to her ass, pushing back on his fingers, trying to make him go faster.
Gowan turned her head, forcing her to look at him. “Can we fuck you without protection now that you are ours?”
She was so aroused, she could hardly think clearly, but she whispered, “Yes.” She knew the sex would be even better without the latex between them and her.
“And you understand we’ll bite you when we come?”
“I’ve bee
n looking forward to that part.”
Maitho slapped her ass and suddenly she couldn’t wait. She reached for Gowan’s cock and stroked it, rubbing her thumb over the head, which was damp.
He slid closer to her, holding her leg out of the way and pushing his cock at her pussy entry. Her body opened for him and she grabbed his hips, dragging him closer to her until his cock filled her completely. Behind her Maitho pushed his cock at her back door. She was so hungry for him she slammed back onto his shaft, loving the burn as he forced his way inside her. But that was as far as she got.
“Shit, Dera. Wait a minute, or this’ll all be over before it properly begins,” said Gowan.
“Well, hurry up then. I’m ready.”
The men held her tightly between them, their skin pressed to hers so she couldn’t move. Hell, she couldn’t even take a deep breath, rather like when Gowan had put the clothespin on her nose. Just like then she took short shallow breaths and concentrated on her men.
Maitho and Gowan pumped into her, but much faster than the previous time, so she knew they were as on edge and desperate to fuck as she was. She gripped Gowan’s shoulders tightly, letting her nails dig into his skin, then dragged her foot up and down Maitho’s leg. When she was sure they weren’t expecting it, she tightened her inner cunt and ass muscles as hard as she could, loving the way they filled her so completely, stretching her with such delicious pain.
“Hellcat,” gasped Maitho from behind her. Then he licked along her shoulder and she wondered if it was to prevent himself from groaning.
Gowan pinched her nipples and cream poured from her pussy determining her to tease them some more. They had to be aroused as she was, and it was time for her to come. Dera wiggled her hips but that’s as far as she got, because both the men slammed into her together, and she shattered into a million pieces as the hardest orgasm of her life roared though her body. Her ass and cunt were filled with hot cum and she smiled loving the intensely carnal sensation of complete possession.
