by Cara Adams
She giggled. “They frightened off all my dates for so long I was worried I wouldn’t have a date for the Graduation Ball. So I sat them down and told them all three of them would have to escort me to the ball and dance every dance with me, unless they loosened up enough for me to have a real date that night. That frightened them so much none of them said another word to any prospective boyfriends, but they took me out in the backyard and taught me some really awesome self-defense moves.”
“Have you ever needed to use them?” asked Evan, a smile on his face as he tried to imagine her at the ball with all three brothers.
“Of course not. Everyone knows about my brothers. Just the fact they exist is all the protection I need.”
“If we fuck you tonight, will I need to start carrying one of Evan’s meat cleavers everywhere for protection?” asked Ion.
“It’s a few years too late for that. I think they’ve finally realized I’m all grown up now.”
“That’s good to know,” said Evan. He was pretty sure he couldn’t use a meat cleaver on anything still living, not even a chicken, far less a werewolf.
The castle courtyards were quiet and Evan took deep breaths of the fresh, pure, mountain night air as they walked back into the castle. He really should get out of the kitchen more often, he supposed, but when he was working he was totally focused on his job, and there were always more recipes to check, more dishes to test, more paperwork to be done. The more popular Werewolf Castle grew as a tourist attraction, the more people there were who needed to be fed. This was good news for the pack, which relied on the money they earned through the castle to survive. But it meant more of his time was taken up with sourcing and ordering supplies as well as with the actual cooking itself.
As they entered the castle building he thought he saw Lev disappearing around a corner. Wasn’t Lev watching that first banquet we held? And I’m sure I’ve seen him around the kitchen lately, too. Evan shrugged. Maybe Lev was planning to ask for a job in the kitchen. Or maybe it was all his own imagination. The man had as much right to be walking around the castle at night as anyone else. Besides, why on earth would Lev be interested in him? He scarcely knew the man.
Ion took them to the same dungeon as last time. Evan felt a shiver of excitement run up and down his spine. He was about to be whipped again. He was going to see Anastasia naked again. And maybe, just maybe, he and Ion were going to fuck her. That would be perfect. He could hardly wait to hold her soft body against his and sink his dick deep inside her warm pussy. Or maybe her mouth. Either would be fine by him.
Ion slid the bolt closed on the door and said, “What’s your safe word, Evan?”
“Paperclip.”
“Anastasia, do you know what a safe word means?”
“Yes. If I call it, we stop the scene.”
“Correct. What is your safe word?”
There was silence and Evan guessed she hadn’t thought of one until now. She’ll choose a food word.
“Pepper.”
I knew it!
“Good. Undress and wait in the center of the room how I told you to wait last time.”
It only took Evan a minute to shrug out of his clothes and stand with his hands behind his back, legs apart, and eyes straight ahead. He’d always stood like this for his former Domme and could hold the position for half an hour if he needed to. Sometimes she’d liked to make him wait, but it had always been worth it. This arrangement with Ion and Anastasia was so much better, though, because it had the full potential of being forever, a relationship out in the world as well as in the dungeon. He’d always known the time with his Domme would end when he left Paris.
“Come here, Evan.”
Evan turned and saw Ion waiting at the chains hanging from the ceiling. Obediently he stood beside Ion and his wrists were manacled into the chains. Ion got the tension just right. There was a little bit of movement in his arms, enough so his shoulders wouldn’t seize up on him, but not so much he had any room to move around. Then Ion kneeled and placed a spreader bar between his ankles, manacling them to it and holding him in position. Unfortunately his back was to the center of the room so all he could see was the empty other side of the dungeon.
“Okay, Anastasia, your turn.”
Evan wished he could see where Ion was going to put her. He supposed the not knowing was going to be another element of tension for him. But then they moved right in front of him, and Ion chained her up to the same chains that held Ion’s wrists so their bodies were only a few inches apart. Wow. This was going to be interesting indeed. He watched as Ion manacled her feet to a spreader bar and got her settled in her chains then disappeared.
He’ll be choosing his whip. Probably not as light a one as last time. Maybe even a bullwhip.
When Ion moved into view again he was holding a flogger, but as he turned, Evan could see the handle of at least one other toy in Ion’s back pocket. So likely he’d start with the flogger then change up the action to something else. Evan watched as Ion flogged Anastasia’s back and ass. Her eyes were closed but her mouth was open just the tiniest bit and he knew she was enjoying herself. With her arms raised in the chains her breasts were accentuated and her nipples were pointed, another sign she was happy. It was torture for her to be so close and not to be able to touch her or speak to her, but Evan contented himself with looking at her lovely body and watching their Dom flog her.
Finally, Ion walked out of sight and Evan knew it would soon be his turn. But would Ion use the flogger or one of the other whips in his pocket? The air cracked beside Evan’s head and he knew it was a whip. A much heavier whip than last time. The whip slapped across his skin and it hurt. It was a bullwhip with an asp head. There was one head but two leather tongues punishing his ass. It packed a true punch and really hurt but it was the best kind of pain. The kind that made him want more and more. He knew his cock was standing up and he had to work hard not to let his pleasure cause his face to break into a grin. He knew Anastasia would be watching him just as closely as he’d watched her, but all he could think about was the delicious fire in his ass and across his shoulders. The asp had a real bite to it, but it was something he definitely wanted more of.
Evan had lost count of the number of strokes Ion had given him with the asp, when he stopped, came around the chains again, and unfastened Anastasia’s handcuffs and manacles. Evan watched as Ian rubbed a hand over her ass, then said, “Lie on your back on the cage.” Evan guessed Ion had been checking her ass wasn’t too hot or bruised. His own butt was very hot indeed, but probably not bruised. It was a good heat, an exciting heat.
When Ion had freed him he pulled a tiny velvet bag out of his jeans pocket. “Put these on Anastasia.”
Evan nodded and crossed the room, kneeling beside the cage. Carefully he opened the little bag and tipped it up. As he’d guessed, there were nipple clips in it. He held one in his palm and bent over Anastasia, sucking her nipple into his mouth. She tasted amazing. Slightly sweaty, but very sweet. He wanted to keep sucking her forever, but that wasn’t what his Dom had told him to do. Carefully he attached the clip to her nipple, then walked around the cage to the other side. Again he kneeled, sucked her breast, and attached the second nipple clip. He felt a bit sad his job was over, but perhaps he’d get to take them off her later.
“Would you like to suck his cock, Anastasia?” asked Ion.
“Yes.” Her voice was soft, but there was no hesitation in it.
“Go ahead.”
Evan moved closer to her head and held his cock at her mouth. She took his shaft in one hand and his balls in the other and flicked her tongue out over his cockhead. Chills ran up and down his spine and he shivered with lust. If he wasn’t careful he’d come all over her in the next ten seconds. Evan straightened his back and watched her face as she licked up and down his shaft, then slid her tongue along the ridge between his cockhead and his shaft. Damn. She did that so well it’d be a miracle if he could hang on to his control until Ion said he could come.
There was a faint sheen of sweat along her forehead, and her gray eyes were closed, but she was clearly enjoying the taste of him as she sucked his head into her mouth.
His eyes were starting to cross when Ion ordered, “Stop.”
That was likely just as well. She was much too good for his self-control.
Ion stood at the foot of the cage and pulled Anastasia down until her ass was on the very edge of the furniture. Then he kneeled, held her legs wide apart, and licked along her slit. Once again Evan’s eyes almost crossed with lust. He could imagine what she’d taste like. Just like her breasts only even better. He continued to watch as Ion took another little velvet bag from his pocket, extracted another tiny clip, and buried his face in her cunt. Oh, a clit clip. I bet that’s a clit clip.
Ion held her legs wide apart when he finished and Evan could see the tiny piece of jewelry decorating the top of her slit. His cock twitched with excitement as he waited for Ion to tell him what would happen next. Slowly, Ion ran his hands over her body, touching her clit, her breasts, and then her face. “Well, Anastasia, would you like to be fucked now?”
“Yes, please.”
Once again her voice was just a whisper, but with no hesitation in it.
“Have you ever deep-throated a man?” Ion asked her.
“I know how to do it.” Her face flushed as she spoke, but her eyes were open. Evan’s mind boggled at the thought. Had she been practicing on a sex toy or something? Or on a banana or carrot in the kitchen? He’d heard some women practiced rolling condoms on carrots, but deep throating them? Oh, wow. He had to ask her about that one day soon.
Ion moved Anastasia back up the cage then kneeled at the other end of it, his cock close by her mouth.
“Evan, you fuck her cunt, while she deep throats me.”
Me? I’m going to fuck her first?
He climbed on the cage, sliding her legs around his hips, touched a finger to her cunt to feel her wetness, and then drove deep inside her in one long stroke. She was extremely hot, and so tight she gripped him harder than he’d ever been held before. But she was also very wet, so he knew he wasn’t hurting her. The only question was whether she’d drive him over the edge before he gave her an orgasm. It was going to be quite a challenge, although he could tease her little clit clamp, that should add to her passion.
“Begin,” ordered Ion.
Instead of stroking in and out of her, Evan pressed his weight forward onto her pelvis, hoping to put pressure on her G-spot, and tugged on her clit clamp. He withdrew from her for a minute so he could lick over the hot little bud, sucking hard. Next he used his tongue to flick it from side to side, before sucking on it again. He pushed inside her cunt again and her cream coated his cock, which was a good sign, but he really needed to move. His dick was aching with need, and she was so wet and tight it was pure torture to just remain still inside her without fucking her.
Slowly, he withdrew, before slamming in hard and fast. The second time he swiveled his hips, right, then left, then right again, before withdrawing and powering into her over and over again. His cock had never been this hard before, he was certain of that, and if she didn’t come soon he was going to be a dead man.
Evan lifted her legs from his hips and sat them over his shoulders, raising her ass higher and driving into her cunt again. He was able to go a fraction deeper this time and made use of that for his next few thrusts. She was driving him crazy, though, with her wiggling body, and her constant clenching of her internal pussy muscles. She was making their fucking so good his brain was about to explode. Even the happy little noises she gave around Ion’s cock were the sexiest things he’d ever heard.
Anastasia gave a sigh and her cunt held his cock so tightly he couldn’t move. He was bathed in her heat as she started to shake all around him. He gripped her ass cheeks and pumped into her harder now, in and out, twice, three times, and then his cock began jetting his seed into her pussy. He kept pumping a few more times, the wonder of her body making him come more and more, until finally he was done and he dropped onto his forearms and played with her clit jewelry one final time.
He looked up into her face just as Ion erupted, his cock driving in and out of her mouth, his hands on her head holding her just where he wanted her, and her eyes glazed with passion. His cock still inside her cunt, and still half-hard, Evan continued watching as Ion sucked each of Anastasia’s nipples, then kissed her lips. Evan knew Ion would be able to taste his own cum on her mouth, and he knew how erotic that could be. But he was more than happy to have fucked her and shared this very special first time together as a threesome.
Ion was a caring and inventive Dom and Anastasia was the most perfect woman he’d ever known. Evan could only hope their relationship would grow, develop, and be a successful one leading to a mating.
It wasn’t until he’d returned to his own apartment after walking Anastasia back to the chapel house that he remembered seeing Lev. He really needed to ask her if she’d noticed Lev hanging around them and the kitchen. Surely it was his imagination. But what if Lev was stalking her? What if Lev planned to take her away from him and Ion?
Chapter Four
Anastasia sank into a chair and smiled as Kady handed her a glass of ice water. Things were slowing down in the kitchen. Magnus and Kiril had loaded the last of the dishes into the dishwasher, the servers and some of the rest of the staff had already left, and Anastasia and Kady had just taken the last batch of pies for tomorrow out of the oven. There’d been a banquet today and was another one tomorrow, but they’d baked extra pies yesterday ready for today and they’d still had time to make these pies for tomorrow, so everything had gone very smoothly indeed.
Evan joined them at the table and Kady handed him a glass of ice water, too. He took several gulps then said, “Four banquets booked for next week, and three the week after. I think four is likely as many as we can handle in a week. With so many different dishes to serve, we still need to be making a few things ahead of time.”
“We’re getting faster though. We know the recipes by heart and don’t need to be looking anything up anymore. The problem with the old recipes is they say, ‘add salt and cardamom’ without giving quantities. But we’re on top of all that now. We’ve taste tested everything and know the amounts,” said Anastasia.
She watched his face and could see him arguing with himself, before he nodded. “I suppose so. Are those the apple pies for the banquet or custard ones for the kitchen?”
“I love the term apple pie. I can’t wait to see the banquet people taste them. Do you explain the ingredients?” asked Kady.
Anastasia grinned, too, as Evan finished drinking his water before answering. “I describe each dish as it’s served. I do tell them it’s an original fourteenth century recipe for an apple pie, then I tell them the ingredients are apples, pears, raisins, and figs, plus a pinch of saffron, as well as cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger, and cloves. I also tell them the pastry is from a medieval recipe called a coffin.”
“Do you tell them the rich people would have turned up their noses and left the coffin as it was too bland for their taste?” teased Anastasia.
“No, but I always say what they’re eating is a rich person’s meal. The peasants would have only had bread and pottage, or possibly bread and stew.”
“And any of the leftover coffins if the dogs didn’t eat them first,” added Kady. “I’m going now. See you tomorrow.”
Anastasia watched her leave, and through the open door, saw Kiril and Magnus pushing past Lev as Lev kept trying to talk to them. Once the door was closed, she glanced around the kitchen. Everything was in order for tomorrow. Everyone had left, as far as she could tell. Thoughtfully, she walked into the storeroom and closed that door, stuck her head into Evan’s office, then came and sat down again.
“Why is Lev constantly hanging around the kitchen these days? He never speaks to me, but I often see him watching us, and that’s the second time I’ve noticed him try to talk to Kiril and Ma
gnus.”
“I’ve seen Lev around recently, too, including quite late at night. Hmm. Why don’t you call Ion and suggest he comes now instead of waiting until seven thirty as usual? I think we might need to talk about that.”
Anastasia stared at him. Talk about Lev? What for? Is something going on here that I don’t understand? Shrugging, she walked back into Evan’s office and texted Ion with the words Want to come now?
Almost immediately the phone beeped. On my way.
Evan was putting some containers in the microwave for their meal, so she checked the huge, walk-in refrigerator, finding half a strawberry pie, which she brought to the table, along with some whipped cream. She grabbed them each a plate and got out a clean glass for Ion along with forks and spoons, and sat down again. She was tired, as she always was at the end of the day, but given a half hour off her feet and she’d be full of energy again. Mostly she was curious about what Evan was going to say about Lev.
* * * *
Ion was impressed that they’d finished work earlier than they’d anticipated when there’d been a banquet that day. When he’d seen there was a text from Evan’s phone he’d half expected the time for him to come to be made later, not sooner.
“Well done, finishing so fast,” he said as he entered the kitchen.
“We know the recipes now so they flow,” said Anastasia, waving him to a chair.
“How is the sword fighting going?” asked Evan, bringing several containers over to the table and laying his oven mitts down beside them.
Ion smiled. “Grigori is tired of always losing so we’ve changed the ending and tomorrow he gets to win.”
“Oh exciting,” teased Anastasia.
The food was as delicious as always, and Ion enjoyed relaxing with Evan and Anastasia. He considered their mealtimes together as bonding time, more opportunities to get to know each other on a deeper level and for them all to relax around each other and just be themselves.
