Adams, Cara - Make Me [Dungeon Masters 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Cara Adams

  And it felt really, really good as it teased over her pussy lips and up and along the join line between her leg and her torso. She’d never thought of that narrow space as being sexy before, but it was protected skin, unused to being exposed to the air, and it was reacting very much to Niel’s touch. She was indeed aroused.

  But even as she was thinking through what Niel might be touching her with, Kon moved the feather again, this time stroking up and over her wrist and inner forearm. Damn, that was sexy. Just as erotic as the satin ribbon. Before, the feather hadn’t seemed to have much power, but now, coupled with the ribbon, the actions of one played off the actions of the other, making both of them far more potent than they were alone.

  Now Trinidad realized that was part of the power of having two men. It wasn’t necessarily that they were doing anything different or unusual. It was simply that there were two of them, and they could work together to enhance each other’s actions.

  The tiny, light, teasing strokes and touches continued until her cunt was full of her cream, and her nipples were hardened points. It had only taken them a few minutes to arouse her completely, and they hadn’t kissed her or penetrated her at all. Also, because they’d made her close her eyes and not speak, there’d been no visual or oral cues either. That was quite amazing. Trinidad wouldn’t have thought she could be so very aroused without being handled or kissed but it’d happened. Was it because she trusted them? Or just because they were so talented and knew what they were doing?

  Kon stroked the feather down her sternum, then teased it over the globes of her breasts. “You’re feeling all hot and needy, aren’t you, sub?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “But you aren’t going to come yet, are you, sub?” asked Niel.

  “No, Master.”

  She was quite definitely aroused, but holding off and not coming wouldn’t be very difficult.

  A flogger descended sharply over her breasts, turning the aching need there to a burning fire. Trinidad wanted to open her eyes and her mouth, but managed to keep them both closed. Hell, she certainly hadn’t expected that, and now her nipples were throbbing, positively begging for someone to pinch them and stretch them. Her breasts were full and heavy and a second, lighter punishment from the flogger didn’t help at all. It wasn’t hard enough to please her, or light and sexy enough to drive her over the cliff from that direction either. Dammit, those men knew exactly what they were doing. They’d deliberately flogged her in just that way to prove to her they could take her need higher.

  Finally a finger touched her cunt, sliding over her pussy lips and then to her clit.

  Niel said, “She’s nice and wet. The program is moving along nicely.”

  Instinctively Trinidad knew he wouldn’t finger-fuck her properly, but her hips thrust up into his hand anyway.

  The flogger lashed down punishing first one of her inner thighs, then the other.

  “No, Trinidad. Your Masters are in control and we make the decisions.”

  Yeah. She knew that, but her body was starting to heat up with desire.

  She tried to relax back down onto the bed, but it was getting harder to do. Her body was alive with need, her nerve endings alight and hungry for more touches, more punishment, more attention from her Masters.

  And then the flogger lashed out again, except there were two of them simultaneously. One hit her feet, her ankles, her knees, and then her inner thighs again. The other punished her shoulders, her waist, and her breasts. When they stopped, her breasts were hard and full, and her cunt was dripping with cream. One touch, the merest, slightest touch with a finger on her clit, would have sent her exploding into release. This was what the men had spoken about it. This was what they wanted to teach her.

  If her hands hadn’t been bound, she could have given herself release incredibly easily, and it would have been good. But having seen the clever way that Niel and Kon had brought her to this stage with the feather and the ribbon and then the flogger, she now understood that when they did fuck her, hopefully soon, her release would be even better, because she could appreciate the buildup of tension. The moments of nothing happening were to allow her to ease back from the edge of the cliff, and then the attention once again was to raise her need higher. Yes. She understood the lesson they’d so clearly demonstrated for her now.

  Both her ankles were untied and her legs were lifted high in the air. But instead of her wrists being released, Niel’s fingers began playing with her ass. At least that meant sex was coming closer. And it seemed they were going to double fuck her again. She was more than ready for that to happen.

  For what seemed like the hundredth time this evening, Trinidad forced her body to relax back onto the bed and focused her thoughts on the fingers on her ass. Every now and then Niel would massage her ass cheeks or stroke a wet line over the base of her spine, but mostly he inserted one, and then two slippery fingers into her ass to make her ready for him. He spent a lot of time stroking and petting the rim, easing the tight muscle wall there, and she loved the way he prepared her so carefully and thoroughly.

  Both men always looked after her so well. They never took their own pleasure first. They always attended to her and ensured everything she experienced was good. That proved what amazing Doms they were. From reading stories Trinidad knew the Dom was supposed to gain his joy from watching his success with his sub. But from real life she knew too often people who called themselves Doms were actually just people who liked to be in control, and that they didn’t always put the other person’s pleasure first. In Kon and Niel she had found two men who were true Doms, not selfish, or bullies, or control freaks, but genuine Masters. Masters she would be happy to accept as her own.

  Finally Kon untied her hands and said, “You can open your eyes now. You did well not to try to force us to let you come earlier.”

  “It was hard, but it was actually harder not to watch what was happening.”

  “But you knew who was touching you, didn’t you?”

  That was perceptive of Niel to recognize that she’d known.

  “Yes, the way you touch me is quite different, and your fingers are different sizes, your hands are a different shape.”

  “And wasn’t it better to work it out yourself? To learn and understand, rather than to simply watch?”

  As he spoke, Kon drove his cock deep and hard into Trinidad’s cunt, forcing himself all the way in on the one stroke. His action startled her, but then her cunt creamed around his thick cock as she adjusted to his presence. However, it left her with no breath to speak, so she nodded. Yes, it’d been an exciting lesson, one she needed to learn, but right now she was more than ready to get her promised orgasm.

  Kon used his legs to push hers wide apart again, as he rolled them over so Kon was underneath her. Behind her Niel pressed his cock to her back door. Trinidad sighed with relief as his cock began to drive inside her, wiggling and rocking as Niel worked his way deeper and deeper down her channel until her body was stretched tight around both her men.

  It was a conundrum that one man filled her completely, yet there was always enough space for the second one to enter as well. Her tissues were elastic and stretched around the cocks, hugging them tightly, but always making way for them to enter. It was just as damn well. She might explode if they didn’t get to the fucking soon.

  It’d been fascinating learning about herself and them and BDSM, but right now she was more than ready to get to the pointy end of the lesson. The part where they all had a nice orgasm. A great big climax, as she’d been promised.

  Certainly the long, thick cocks filling her to bursting point were the promise of good things to come. Kon pushed his hands between their bodies and rested his fingers on her nipples. “Are they hard, Trinidad? A little achy perhaps? Would you like me to pinch them for you?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “This hard? Or harder?” He gave her nipples a sharp tug that sent a zing of lust straight to her clit.

  “More.”
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  “Or I could refuse to touch you and make you wait to build up the tension again.”

  “You could. But my hands aren’t bound any more. I could do it myself.”

  A heavy hand spanked her ass but she hadn’t moved her own fingers to touch herself. Just knowing that she could pinch her nipples was enough for now. Of course she could pinch his nipples as well. Maybe she’d do that later. When he wasn’t expecting it.

  Finally the two men began to fuck her, pulling out until only the head of their cocks remained inside her, and then pushing in again, over and over, so slowly she wanted to scream at them to hurry up.

  But she knew they would move faster in a little while. She also knew asking them was likely to have the opposite effect from the one she wanted. Trinidad gripped Kon’s shoulders, and contented herself by wiggling her body harder against his, making sure they were skin to skin from ankle to breasts and everywhere in between.

  Behind her Niel’s chest was like a heavy, warm blanket over her back, and his legs were tangled with hers as well. She pressed her ass back against his groin and rubbed against him, only to be spanked again as she’d half expected.

  The men began pounding into her now. Obviously their own need to come was affecting them as much as her teasing and taunting them. She licked a line on Kon’s shoulder and breathed in his man-scent. Just as the men’s hands were different, and she knew who was touching her with her eyes closed, so, too, their scents were different. Niel had a distinct earthiness to his body, whereas Kon’s was a faintly spicy aroma.

  Right now he tasted a little salty as well, from the sweat both men were working up as they jack-hammered into her. Trinidad didn’t even know if any of the perspiration was hers, or just theirs. Certainly they were working far harder than her. She was in the middle, being penetrated by two men in the most amazing way.

  She waited until both their cocks were deep inside her and tightened her inner muscles around them. That felt so very good. For that brief moment in time she was completely in control. She had them tight inside her, gripped by her body right where she wanted them.

  But she could only hold them for a few seconds. Besides, she was more than ready to come. The orgasm that had been burning her nerve endings, enflaming her synapses, demanding to be released, was becoming very difficult to ignore. It was more than a coiled spring inside her belly now. It was a series of fiery tendrils throughout her entire body.

  Niel and Kon pulled out from her together and held their position for a heartbeat. Trinidad knew that meant they’d thrust in deep and hard. Almost as if it was a sign, her cunt began to ripple with tension. As she’d guessed, both men pounded into her hard and fast again and again until the bed was shaking with the force of their actions.

  Her orgasm rose out of her in a volcanic explosion, slamming her into them both helplessly as her entire body erupted in a rippling throbbing mass of release. She’d planned to pinch Kon’s nipples but she couldn’t even move her fingers, far less any other part of her body. Trinidad sagged between their strong bodies as she shook and rattled, wondering if maybe this time her teeth really would fall out. But just as previously, her body gradually calmed down until it was just her belly rippling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

  Only then did the men begin to pump into her again, causing her to blink with shock that they’d managed to wait all that time. They were both very close to coming. It was only a matter of a few strokes before she felt blasts of heat in their condoms and their bodies shook. Now she was able to hook a leg around Niel’s legs and hold him close, as she pinched Kon’s nipples and then rested back between them again.

  Long before she was ready to move, Niel lifted off her back and tugged on her arm. “Come on. It’s time to shower and then we can eat. Plus, I want to tell you what we’ve planned for tomorrow.”

  “Eat? Tomorrow? Can’t I just stay here until then?”

  Chapter Eight

  Niel had spent a lot of time trying to decide how to tell Trinidad he was a werewolf shape-shifter. No matter how carefully he thought about it, no matter how many times he reminded himself that she believed in paranormal creatures, and no matter how much he knew he had to do it, the concept still scared the shit out of him.

  What if she was horrified and refused to see him again? An intellectual belief in the paranormal was very different from meeting a person who said they were supernatural.

  No matter how carefully he thought about it, however he planned it, the facts were that he had to tell her before they could mate her. Matings among shape-shifters were only legal if all parties freely consented, and she couldn’t consent legally if she didn’t know he was a werewolf. What if the thought of him being a werewolf upset her so much she refused to even contemplate talking to him and Kon again? What if he effectively ruined his best friend’s life as well as his own?

  Niel’s thoughts had gone around and around and around in his head, but he hadn’t come up with a guaranteed solution to his problem. However, he acknowledged that time was running out. She was happy with them. They wanted to mate her, and they couldn’t proceed any farther without her knowing the truth about him. It was likely a make-or-break time in the relationship and he had to be man enough to stop putting it off and take the step. He just wished he didn’t have to do it. If she didn’t accept him, how the fuck was he going to deal with her hatred and maybe Kon’s as well? How could he live with himself knowing that if he’d been human he and Kon would have found their happy ever after, but that they hadn’t, all because of him?

  The thought he held onto was that surely the Fates wouldn’t have been so cruel as to bring his and Kon’s perfect mate to them unless she would agree to his shape-shifter gene. He had to cling to that thought and have the courage to tell her. Actually, he planned to show her. He figured talking was open to too many misunderstandings and misconceptions. Showing was the way to go.

  Richmond was a reasonably large city of several million people, and The Dom’s Dungeon was in the entertainment district. Their apartment was on the west side. Farther out, past the city limits on the west side, was a large area of open land. It wasn’t farmland, nor yet an actual national park. Obviously it had to belong to someone, even if that someone was the city authorities or the federal government. But it wasn’t fenced and no signage provided advice as to who might use the land. Judging by the small campfire circles and flattened grass maybe a quarter mile from the road, plenty of young lovers had discovered the area. When Niel needed to run he went much deeper into the land. Before he’d transformed here the first time he’d spent hours walking around the area trying to tell if shooters came here, but apart from the lovers, it seemed the area was ignored.

  Which very much suited him.

  The three of them packed several blankets and picnic equipment into the car, then stopped off at Kon’s favorite store, which had a large deli. Niel was happy for Kon to take charge of this section of the day. He would be the center of attention later on. The three of them looked into all the glass windows finally choosing a feast for their lunch. Fresh bread still warm from the oven. Creamy cheese to spread on it. Sliced salami and chicken. Tabouleh, tiny tomatoes, and baby rocket leaves.

  Niel noticed Kon also selected a couple of bottles of sparkling white wine. He hoped they’d be able to toast their relationship with that wine at the end of the day. If only he wasn’t so damn nervous about telling Trinidad his secret, he’d be enjoying this time a hell of a lot more than he was right now.

  “Had you planned for us to have a picnic today or did you think of it when we were at the market yesterday?” asked Trinidad once they were back in the car and heading out of town.

  “I’d decided to take you out to where we’re going now, but I hadn’t really thought about food. When you mentioned the picnic it all just fell into place. It’ll be more fun to have our food with us and sit and talk, than to have to eat before or after we go. This way we can stay if we want to or come home whenever we feel like it,” sa
id Niel.

  “You haven’t told me what we’re going to see. Is it a view, or gardens, or a hiking trail, or what?” she asked, turning to Kon.

  But again Kon waited for Niel to answer. The problem was, he didn’t really know what to say.

  “It’s something special to me. It might not seem special to you though, I guess.”

  Trinidad smiled at him. “If it’s special to you, of course it’ll be special to me. I understand that someone’s scenic lookout is another person’s ‘so what?’ but if it matters to you, then it matters to me.”

  Damn, I love her so much. What an incredibly accepting attitude she has. If only she still feels like that in a few hours I’ll be in Heaven.

  On the one hand it seemed to take a long time to drive out to the vacant land, yet on the other it went past far too quickly. Niel wanted to show her his wolf form, to have it all done and dusted, to know how she felt. But he couldn’t get over the worry that a person’s mental acceptance that paranormal creatures existed was a very different thing from actually making love to one and agreeing to live with him. If she rejected him it’d mean all his plans for the future would have disappeared in a puff of smoke. If she was going to reject him it would be better not to tell her just yet. Backward and forward his emotions went, leaving him a total nervous wreck. By the time they turned off the road and followed the windy, narrow, dirt entry track, Niel didn’t know whether he wanted to keep driving or whether to head for home as fast as he possibly could. Only the knowledge that this step couldn’t be put off any longer kept him going.

  He drove to the very end of the track and then bumped the car across the grass between a few trees. He’d stopped here several times before and had never seen any other person. Or wolf. It was sheltered and private, but pretty in a rough, unkempt kind of way. The trees were tall and wild, the grass green and lush, and there were tiny wildflowers dotted in the grass here and there. As a scenic spot he supposed it scarcely rated highly. But from his point of view it was perfect. Silent, empty, alone, and with space for him to run in wolf form in and among the trees as well as across the open space.