Mold Me [Dungeon Masters 4] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting)

by Cara Adams

  “He works night shift. As long as you’re gone before six in the morning it’s fine. Everyone around here uses it from time to time.”

  Callum looked all around. “Where are we? You turned so many corners I thought we were going to meet ourselves coming back.”

  “Not to mention that I have no idea of the names of most of these roads,” added Lachlan.

  “The highway is due north. It doesn’t matter if you go right or left, just keep wiggling your way north until you hit the highway. Come on.”

  She led the way back to her apartment. There was an old warehouse in front, which had been turned into apartments, but her little home was accessed from the fire escape around the back. It’d been the manager’s apartment at one stage—likely before she was even born—and it was delightfully cheap because the owner had renovated it just enough to rent it out. She was allowed to decorate it however she pleased because he knew he’d have to do major repairs to get a higher rent for it, and was content to let her amuse herself painting and decorating.

  She unlocked the door and stepped inside, and then stood to the side to watch their faces. Suddenly she was nervous. What if they were like her parents and hated it? Well, fuck them. She liked it and she was the only one who mattered here.

  But both men were smiling. “It’s different, but it’s you,” said Lachlan, smiling at her.

  “You have a real sense for colors,” said Callum.

  “I bought the rugs at the market and they were too pretty just to put on the floor to get dirty,” she explained. She’d hung them on the walls, one on each of the three walls of her living room. None of them exactly matched, but they were all in varying shades of blues and greens with some soft pinks and peaches mixed among them as well.

  “They’re attractive and different, and it makes a nice feature for you.” Lachlan pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

  She relaxed into his hard body. Both these men were excellent kissers, and kissing them was an erotic experience. She curled her body against Lachlan’s and enjoyed their long moments locked together. Then she stepped back and took them through to the bedroom. This wasn’t a big room—her entire apartment was small—but it was spacious enough for a full-size bed and a huge old-fashioned free-standing wardrobe which held all her possessions.

  A chair beside the bed with a big plastic box on it functioned as a nightstand and contained everything she might need, including a few extra things she’d bought especially for tonight.

  “Since this is my apartment I think I should undress you both,” she said.

  * * * *

  Lachlan shook his head at her. “You invited us out to dinner so that was your party. But here in the bedroom, it will always be our party, mine and Callum’s. We want you to know that we’ll always be focused on bringing you happiness. And to do that we’ll remain in control.”

  As soon as he said the word happiness he saw an extra gleam come into Phoenix’s already sparkling eyes. Uh-huh, she’s planning some mischief.

  She hurried out of the bedroom, leaving him and Callum staring at the doorway, and came back carrying a chair which she sat in the open space at the foot of the bed. Then she dumped the plastic crate off the other chair onto the floor and placed the second chair beside the first, just separated from it by a few inches.

  She rested her hands on her hips and said, “If you want a lap dance you need to be naked.”

  “A lap dance?” asked Callum.

  “Where did you learn how to lap dance?” Lachlan asked her.

  “At my company’s convention last year. I’ve only ever done it fully clothed, but for you tonight I’ll get undressed. But not until you’re both naked.”

  Lachlan looked at Callum. His fingers were already unbuttoning his shirt cuff, so it didn’t take much intelligence to work out what Callum wanted. Fortunately it was exactly what he wanted as well.

  “Very well.” Lachlan tried to watch her undress as he disrobed himself, but it wasn’t as easy as it sounded. When she was wearing just her bra and panties—purple ones—she disappeared again. Now what?

  She came back holding an iPod and scrolling through the menu. She held it in one hand as she pointed to the chairs. “The rules are that you may not touch the dancer at all until the end of the dance. Even then you may only touch her to put money in her bra or panties. During the dance your hands must remain with your palms flat on your thighs. Do you understand?”

  “Well damn. What’s the use of that?” complained Callum.

  But Lachlan only shrugged. The Dom’s Dungeon had almost identical rules. Paying for a lap dance didn’t allow general touching of the dancer.

  They sat on their chairs and Phoenix switched her iPod on. The Pharrell Williams song “Happy” began to play. So that’s what her secret grin had been about. Fair enough. Watching her dance was going to make his dick very happy anyway.

  Lachlan was impressed when she began to dance. Considering it’d only been learned at a conference workshop, not in some dance class, Phoenix had some mighty fine lap dancing skills. She twisted and turned, bumped and wiggled, on those high, high heels, her delicious ass and breasts only inches from his mouth, his nose, his dick—or Callum’s. And she was perfectly fair giving them equal time in her dance, moving between them with grace and skill.

  Then she stepped back from them, still moving her body as she quickly unbraided her hair and used it to stroke and tease their skin, ending the song with her body draped over both their laps. That was in direct violation of the rules, but he was sure she knew that and was simply signaling the game was over now.

  Lachlan had her legs so he lifted them up, gripped her butt, and breathed her womanly aroma deep into his lungs. Yes, she was wet and ready for them. Good, because he was as sure as hell ready for her.

  He caught Callum’s gaze and together they flipped Phoenix over onto her front across their laps.

  “That was a nice dance, sub, but you were still disobedient,” he said, spanking her hard with his right hand as his left pulled her panties down her legs.

  “How come?” she asked indignantly, trying to lean up, but Callum held her shoulders down.

  “Who is in charge here, sub?”

  “Well, that depends.”

  Okay, she really wanted to be punished. He spanked her ass, with the full force of the flat of his hand half a dozen times, until it was bright pink.

  “How do you address your Master?” he thundered.

  This time she just peeked over her shoulder as Callum’s palm still rested in her upper back. “Maybe you need to remind me.”

  “A naughty sub might be forbidden to climax,” Lachlan threatened.

  But that didn’t deter her for more than a heartbeat. “I have a vibrator anyway.”

  “I could take all your toys with me when I leave.”

  She giggled and shook her head. “You aren’t going to win this one, Lachlan. I have fingers and know how to use them. They aren’t as good as a vibrator, and they really aren’t as good as a cock, but you can’t leave me tied up because you know I have to go to work tomorrow and you have to untie me sooner or later.” She wiggled her fingers at him, a cheeky grin spread right across the part of her face that he could see.

  Callum laughed. “You’re right. She’s definitely a naughty little witch.”

  Lachlan lifted her off their laps and said, “Stand on one leg, sub, with your hands on your head.”

  Obediently she did that. He knew she was graceful and well balanced, but it was quite a challenge to stand like that for more than a brief time. The body would begin to sway and without being able to stretch out her arms and balance herself she’d have to rest her leg on the ground. That was when he could punish her some more. He raised an eyebrow at Callum, hoping his friend would understand what he wanted. Callum nodded, disappearing from the bedroom.

  Meanwhile, Lachlan watched Phoenix. She had her eyes closed, but she showed no signs of wobbling or needing to put her other foot on the
floor. Already she’d lasted longer than he’d expected of her, and he was filled with admiration for her. She was not only sleek, lithe, vivacious, and filled with fun, she was damn strong and fit as well.

  Callum returned with a handful of zip ties, a large wooden spoon, and a sharp knife, all of which he dropped into the plastic crate. Next, he walked straight over to the wardrobe and opened it, riffling through the items there, opening various drawers and coming back with half a dozen scarves which he added to the crate.

  Phoenix was still standing as he’d ordered her to do, which truly astounded him. Any other woman would have fallen over or at least dropped their raised foot to the floor by now. It was time to increase the pressure on her. “Is your thigh starting to ache, Phoenix? Are your calf muscles beginning to cramp? How about your shoulders? Do they hurt from being in that position for so long?”

  “You’ll have to try harder than that, Lachlan. I always won the games of Statues at summer camp.”

  “Statues? Oh, you mean Red Light, Green Light?”

  “Whatever. I can stand here until you get tired of teasing me and decide you’re the one whose cock is desperate to be inside my cunt. Or possibly my ass.”

  Now her voice was sultry and sexy and his dick stretched and hardened further. Damn the woman. She was playing his own game right back at him.

  He stepped up close to her, but not touching her, and said, “So you’d like a nice thick cock pounding away in your cunt, would you? Teasing you. Touching you. Driving your need higher and higher. Bringing you closer and closer to an orgasm?”

  She licked her lips. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good sub.” He picked her up and took her to the bed. Callum was right there ahead of him, rolling the blankets down, exposing soft purple sheets.

  “Do you always match your bed linen to your underwear?” asked Callum.

  Phoenix laughed. “Doesn’t everyone?”

  He rolled her onto her belly, looked at Callum, and tapped his wrist. As soon as Callum had taken her wrists in his hands, Lachlan pulled the wooden spoon and the lube out of the plastic box. Callum zip-tied her wrists together, stretching her arms above her head and tying her to the bed posts with the scarves linked through the zip ties. The plastic ties would be harsh on her skin. He’d have to watch her carefully to make sure she didn’t get cuts on her wrists from them. But first he needed to teach her a lesson.

  He spanked her ass firmly with the wooden spoon. “A good sub never teases or questions her Dom. A sub’s duty is to obey her Dom at all times.”

  She said nothing in reply to him, but her happy little wiggle against the mattress told him quite clearly she was happy with the program.

  “You may call red or orange at any time. Otherwise you are only permitted to speak in answer to my questions. Do you understand, sub?” he asked.

  The look she flicked him over her shoulder was pure naughtiness with a hint of lust. “Yes, Sir.”

  He took her hair in his fist and trailed it over her shoulders, one after the other as Callum moved to the foot of the bed. When he was certain she couldn’t see what he was doing, he pointed to her ankle and the bedpost. Silently Callum tied a zip tie around her ankle, picked up another scarf, and roped her ankle.

  Lachlan sat on the bed and teased Phoenix’s body with the wooden spoon, using the bowl of the spoon to smooth across her skin, and then drawing imaginary lines on her back with the handle. Every once in a while he’d spank her somewhere unexpected. Her shoulder, her thigh, her upper arm, still keeping his other hand on her hair, preventing her from looking at him or at Callum.

  By the time Callum had her other leg bound, so that her ass and cunt were fully on display to them both, the scent of her arousal was strong in the room. He took a pillow and shoved it under her pelvis, raising her ass even higher and handed Callum the lube to begin preparing her.

  While Callum did that, he riffled though the plastic crate, wondering what toys she kept by her bed. He already knew about her cotton-candy-pink vibrator, which he instantly laid on her back. He had plans for that toy. He also picked up her purple Ben Wa balls, making a note to buy her some anal beads for their next encounter. But for now he could manage with these two toys.

  He rolled the Ben Wa balls in his hand, warming them. “You do have a taste for the color purple, don’t you?” he commented, not expecting her to answer.

  “Well, I actually like bright pink better, but I couldn’t find Ben Wa balls in pink, and purple is my next favorite.”

  Callum tried to cover a snort by saying, “I know for a fact they make ball gags in that bright pink.”

  “Hey, you said I could answer questions.”

  “But not answer back.” Lachlan spanked her hard on the ass. Three strokes on her right cheek and three on the left. He was certain her aim had been to make him spank her, but damn, he’d never met such a talkative woman. No wonder she’d made that joke about having a first paragraph instead of a first word. Twenty-five years later and she still didn’t seem to know how to give a simple yes or no answer.

  Carefully he pushed a Ben Wa ball into her cunt. Hell, she was hot and wet, perfectly ready for a cock. Resolutely, he added the second Ben Wa ball, and resisted fingering her as he did it. She would not receive an orgasm yet.

  Now he turned the vibrator on and teased her pussy lips and clit. With her resting on her belly, he couldn’t do much in this position, although the pillow had raised her cunt off the bed so he could find her clit easily enough. It was hot and hard. Just like his dick. Damn he wanted to fuck her already. But not yet.

  Her ass was bright pink, now, but he didn’t think it’d bruise. He’d been careful not to place his strokes in the same place, but to cover all the territory of her ass. He stroked his palm across her skin. Yes, it was warm, but there was no sign of her flinching at his touch. Instead she was trying to push her body up into his hands. Good. That’d move the Ben Wa balls around and make her even more ready for their cocks.

  He took the lube from Callum and coated the vibrator thickly then pressed it at her back door. Callum had prepared her well. With very little effort, the vibrator slid inside her. Her body stiffened for just a moment and then she pushed back on the toy, so he turned the dial up to maximum and gave her a burst, before switching it off again.

  Lachlan pointed to her hair and Callum began teasing her skin with it. They’d about exhausted their resources here. It was time to untie her and fuck her.

  * * * *

  For Phoenix, the most difficult aspect of the BDSM scene was her inability to talk. Oh sure, she wasn’t going to stop teasing them with smart-ass replies now and then, but she also wanted to honor the arrangement and obey her master. But damn it was hard not to speak when she had something to say. In her mind she knew it was all about trusting the Dom and waiting on his perfect timing, but that didn’t stop her mouth wanting to give the men a few hints along the road.

  She’d been very close to orgasming a couple of times. Not that she’d had any intention of succumbing or of calling orange. She was certain she could wait until Dom Lachlan gave her permission to come. Not that he fucking had. He’d deliberately eased off on arousing her. But it was also good for her to wait and share the climax when both of them were inside her. She understood that just fine.

  As soon as they began untying the scarves and cutting the zip ties off her wrists and ankles, she relaxed. At last the fucking would begin. Once again she had her mouth open to make a comment before she closed it hurriedly. Now was definitely not the time to have Dom Lachlan punish her for speaking by making her wait even longer. She’d waited a damn long time already.

  Although this had been more of a fun scene than a true BDSM scene. Phoenix was looking forward to next Friday in the dungeons again. That would be a real scene. She could hardly wait to see what equipment and toys the men would use on her then. But now she desperately needed to be fucked.

  Lachlan climbed onto the bed beside her and removed the Ben Wa balls from her p
ussy. Good. They’d been driving her crazy with lust every time she moved. He lay flat on his back, and lifted her over his body, before handing her a condom. Much too aroused to play, she rolled it down over his erection, and then sat on his cock, reveling in how he spread her pussy wide and filled her to the brim. Callum moved just as fast, rocking, pushing, and wiggling his way into her ass until she was so full she scarcely dared to breathe. But it felt so good. Oh, she still wanted to come. Maybe more than ever. But at long last her two men were right where she wanted them—inside her.

  She lifted her legs up and backward to wrap her feet—or more accurately her shoes—over Callum’s legs and gripped Lachlan’s shoulders with both hands. Now she was holding them as tightly as they were holding her. And she was the one with the power in this situation. She gripped their cocks hard with her inner muscles to reassure herself they weren’t going anywhere for quite some time. Both men groaned but they still didn’t begin to fuck her.

  Phoenix guessed that Lachlan was still controlling and directing everything they did. But she didn’t mind. She trusted him. He was her Dom even if she’d never actually told him so. She knew he cared for her and would ensure her release was spectacular. Even allowing for how hard she found it to be silent, there was something exceptionally freeing about giving herself completely to another person to do all the planning and arranging of their pleasure. Besides, Lachlan and Callum sure had the score on the board with the whole pleasure thing. Just being with them made her happy, but above and beyond that, they aroused her as no other person ever had done and gave her out-of-this-world orgasms. She didn’t mind waiting a little while for them to orchestrate her pleasure again. As long as it was only a short wait.

  Finally Callum pulled out of her. When only the tip of his cock was still inside her, he changed direction and began to push back in, and Lachlan started to withdraw. Suddenly Phoenix understood. They were going to fuck her differently this time. It was a seesaw motion, instead of them moving together. She’d loved the sheer power of them both fucking her with the same slow mesmerizing pace and movement. But now she could understand that this new trick was just as arousing, just as compelling. She was never completely full, but she was never completely empty either. One of them was always entering her, coming back to her, even as the other one was going away.