by Cara Adams
Dungeon Masters 2
Make Me
Trinidad Meredith is fascinated by the thought of working in a BDSM club. When she’s offered a job there she agrees instantly. Konstantin Williams and Othniel Thomas really do need an admin assistant. But even more than that they want a mate. Trinidad will suit them perfectly. Simon and Leif, co-owners of The Dom’s Dungeon BDSM Club, found their mate, Tamara, in a weekend at a wedding. Niel and Kon are convinced that the Fates have given them Trinidad.
Trinidad loves the idea of working at the club. She likes Niel and Kon, and she’s willing to try out some BDSM herself. But everything has happened incredibly fast and she worries that the men will think she’s either a tart or a nymphomaniac. It’s just that being with them is amazingly good. She needs to slow down the pace of their relationship.
And Niel hasn’t told her that he’s a werewolf.
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Shape-shifter
Length: 34,969 words
MAKE ME
Dungeon Masters 2
Cara Adams
MENAGE EVERLASTING
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MAKE ME
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
About the Author
MAKE ME
Dungeon Masters 2
CARA ADAMS
Copyright © 2014
Chapter One
Trinidad Meredith stared at her work colleague, Tamara. “You met two hunky men at the wedding? Two? And they’ve offered you a job at their club? And this is it? You’re leaving?” Trinidad thought that was what Tammy had said but none of it sounded like the way her usually sensible, careful friend lived.
“Yes, yes, and yes.” Tammy green eyes sparkled and her face was alight with happiness.
“I’m so happy for you, Tammy. If you’re really sure they’re genuine and won’t take advantage of you, it’s the most amazing thing ever. It just seems hard to believe it all happened so fast.”
“I know. It’s taken my breath away, too. But I have a written promise that if this job doesn’t work out I’ll be offered another one elsewhere in the company. Simon has seriously good networking connections.”
“So are you leaving today or do you have to work out your two weeks’ notice?” Trinidad hoped she didn’t sound envious, although she was envious. She’d love to leave this dead-end job and work in a club, even without two hunky men. But she was also happy for her friend. Tammy was a wonderful, caring person and Trinidad was thrilled that she’d found happiness, even if meant they’d hardly ever see each other anymore.
“I have accrued vacation time so I’m going to finish here today and start work at the club tomorrow. I’ll lose a couple of days’ pay but that’s all. I can’t wait to start my new job. Everything at the club is so exciting.”
Trinidad jumped out of her desk chair and hugged Tammy. “I’m so happy for you. That’s wonderful news. I hope you really love your new job and being with the hunky men as well. Oh my, what a double whammy!”
Tammy blushed a little, but she was the kind of person who blushed all the time anyway. Trinidad wondered if she was sleeping with both men. Or maybe going to sleep with them. Wow! That was another major bonus.
“If your networking friend Simon hears of another admin position somewhere, remember me,” she said.
“Would you like to work in a club?”
“Not waiting tables. I haven’t got the right figure to earn enough tips. But in admin, sure.”
Tammy looked at her seriously. “Would you like me to ask him? Really?”
“For an admin job? Yes, please. I would.”
“All right, I will.”
“Don’t forget I can do basic bookkeeping. I’ve done accounts payable and receivable before.” Trinidad felt a bit stupid bragging about her work skills to a friend, but hey, maybe this Simon would find her a better job as well. Tammy had gotten really lucky. Maybe some of it would rub off on her.
* * * *
When Tammy left her cubicle, Trinidad turned back to her desk and the piles of papers spread out on it. She picked up her pen but she wasn’t reading the papers or even thinking about her job. Trinidad liked being inside in a nice cozy office. Her skin was so fair that in summer she sunburned easily. In spring the pollen made her sneeze all the time, and her eyes watered from the blossoms and tall grass. In winter her fingers and toes ached w
ith cold and she hated having to carry dry footwear to change into after walking even the shortest distance. She would much rather starve to death at her desk than venture out of the office to buy lunch or a cup of decent coffee.
When she went to the store in winter she was wearing so many layers of clothes she could hardly move, and she tended to buy enough food to last her for a month. And she still always had cold feet, and numb, icy fingers. No, an indoor job was the only one that she would ever consider. One where she stayed away from the great outdoors all day.
Working in a club would be amazing. She might even be allowed to stay back in the evenings and watch celebrities rehearse their acts. That would be special. Sighing, she looked down at the papers waiting for her to deal with them. The company here wasn’t so bad. The management wasn’t wonderful. They seemed to be a bit behind the times really, not fully aware of the need to have a top-notch website and a presence on the most popular social media sites.
They were also quite rigid about hating staff taking vacation time. She had friends who worked for companies that actually mandated staff using their vacation in the year in which it accrued. Not here. Workers here with elementary school children were usually permitted to take leave in school vacations, but people like her were so far down the pecking order she still hadn’t used last year’s vacation time although she’d asked for it twice already.
Well, hey, that might be good if this Simon who Tamara had talked about could find her a job as well. Likely he wouldn’t though. Probably Tammy had just gotten lucky and that was really great for her. But as for Trinidad herself, she’d better stop wasting time and get something done.
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Konstantin Williams and Othniel Thomas shared an office in the administration area of The Dom’s Dungeon BDSM club. They were both accountants, although Konstantin did most of the actual accounting, while Othniel functioned as the club’s purchasing officer. And they purchased a hell of a lot of stuff every week, although most of the consumables were bought in bulk. With several hundred people passing through the club each day, buying beer in any quantity less than per crate was a waste of time.
Niel leaned back in his chair rotating his neck to relax the tense muscles. “I need a slave.”
“To suck your dick? Get her to do me, too.”
Neil laughed. “No, you pervert. To e-mail all these invoices. Seriously, it really would be better if a second pair of eyes checked everything over before I hit send. I get the lists of what the department heads say they need. I check it against our records to see if I think there’s excess or wastage, and then I find the best deals and fill out purchase orders. After that I have to check them all again before sending the e-mails to our suppliers.”
Kon stared at him. “That’s what purchasing officers do. They buy stuff. What’s your point?”
Niel tried harder to explain. “The cross-checking takes me hours every day. Hours on an accountant’s remuneration. It needs someone with a basic understanding of math, sure. Also someone who can check for obvious typing errors. Sending the beer order to the people who supply the paper towels wouldn’t be helpful. But what I need is a hot, sexy woman who can do all that for me. Then I could spend more time actually checking suppliers and maybe save us money by trying out new sources.”
Kon stood up from his desk and paced their office. “You know, that’s not a bad idea. I can think of quite a few time-consuming tasks I do over and over again that could easily be delegated to an office junior. No, not a junior. Too much of this information is confidential. To an assistant, perhaps. The club is growing and improving, and that’s good. But the work is also increasing and we’ll never find the time to go hunt for our woman if we’re always stuck in the office working.”
“Yeah. It’s a shame no one invited us to a wedding recently or maybe we’d have gotten lucky like Leif and Simon.”
Niel looked down at his desk. From what he’d heard, Leif and Simon had spent most of the wedding weekend they’d attended in bed with Tamara. It was hard to believe they’d found a woman who was a sub, and who wanted a ménage, and who loved them, all in the one person. But they had, and he perfectly understood why neither Leif nor Simon was willing to let her out of their sight right now. She was going to work here at the club with them starting immediately.
“Wait. If Leif and Simon can employ their woman, maybe she has a friend. A friend who likes werewolves, ménages, BDSM, and wants to work for us.”
“Get real. The chances of finding all that in the one person are about as likely as winning the lottery,” argued Kon.
“But every week someone does win the lottery. Why not us?” Niel pulled a notepad over to the center of his desk. “Let’s make a business case for hiring an assistant and go talk to Leif and Simon.”
If anyone in the club had the information to make a compelling business case, it was him and his best friend. As the accountants, sooner or later all the figures crossed their desk on one spreadsheet or another. Certainly a business like this was highly dependent on word-of-mouth recommendations for its success. It was only as good as its last really bad review. But on the other hand they were one of very few BDSM clubs in town. Richmond was a city of several million people and there were a surprisingly large number of people interested in BDSM. Maybe not as a lifestyle, but definitely as a game to be played regularly.
The payments on the building were expensive, but the man who held the mortgage was the Supreme Alpha of North America, which meant he was unlikely to evict them if anything went wrong. Oh sure, he might replace the managers, or clean out some of the staff, but werewolves had a tendency to be Dominant, and some of their most regular customers were members of the packs from the surrounding areas. Simon, one of the co-owners, and himself were also both wolves.
So, all in all, the club was about as secure as a business could be. As long as they continued managing it well, they had very little to worry about. And if he had some more time in his day, he could run some searches of their most common consumables and see if he could find better deals with his suppliers. Which was a much more appropriate use of his time than typing up damn invoices and tax receipts.
Othniel’s life was busy, fulfilling, and worthwhile. It was damn good working in an environment where he didn’t have to hide his werewolf side all the time. Of course, he did when he was among the patrons, clients, and people trying to sell him things. But much of his work time he was in the office with Kon or alone. Kon knew all about him and understood him. They were as close as male friends could be.
All the upper management and the other werewolves here knew who was a shape-shifter and who had loaned the money for the mortgage of the club. He found that very freeing. Unlike Simon, who absolutely had to shape-shift every day, he could go several days, or even weeks, without transforming or running in wolf form. But he liked the freedom to be himself here in their peaceful office. He could snarl at idiots who made mistakes, and laugh at things that amused him, knowing that most likely Kon would agree with him about what had happened. In fact, life would be perfect if only they had a woman to share their days and nights. Someone who would be their sub and someone they could fuck both in the bedroom, and in the dungeon.
That was the problem though. Far fewer werewolf females were born than males. The Supreme Alpha had approved interspecies matings and ménage matings of one woman and several men to help more wolves find their mate, but there was still a catch. He couldn’t just find a sexy woman, fuck her, and then say, “By the way, I’m a werewolf. Is that all right with you?” He’d either end up in jail or in a mental health facility. So how was a shape-shifter supposed to find a woman to partner with him?
Leif and Simon had managed it, and in a single weekend as well. If they could do it, surely he and Kon could, too. It was a damn shame no one had invited them to a wedding recently.
“I don’t suppose we could put, ‘Must like shape-shifters, especially me’ on the po
sition description,” he said.
“I don’t think so. We can’t even say, ‘Must like BDSM.’”
Well, damn!
Chapter Two
Konstantin Williams, a thirty-one-year-old chartered accountant, was a nerd. He admitted it freely. It’s what he was and he’d be crazy to deny it. He liked his spreadsheets to balance. Incomings and outgoings to flow smoothly across the page and down the columns to a nice fat black bottom line. He liked to plan sex scenes so that a sub found amazing release in doing exactly what he told her to do, by trusting in him and his plans for the dungeon scene. Then and only then would he permit her to climax. Sometimes he worked as a Dom in the club when they had people visiting who just wanted a nice spanking or whipping with no emotional ties. He didn’t mind picking up a few extra shifts and using his skills, but it didn’t give the ultimate fulfillment he got when the woman was his sub.
Occasionally he and Niel would work together on some person who wanted an intense scene. By changing out the action it was possible to build the tension incredibly high even when he didn’t know the person’s specific triggers. But again, it was nowhere near as fulfilling as having his own sub.
It was time for him and Niel to find their woman and form their ménage. Which was fine when he said it quickly, but a hell of a lot harder to actually do it. How were they to find Ms. Right? How could they know a woman who appealed to them would tolerate shape-shifters? It was easy enough to learn if she agreed with BDSM. A few minutes in the dungeon separated the ones who were just there out of curiosity from the ones who were genuinely interested in the lifestyle.
