Dungeon Law [The Dom's Dungeon 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Cara Adams

  Hammer tugged her arm gently. “Are you ready to begin?”

  “Hell, yes.”

  “In that case, why don’t you prepare us both?”

  Allegra sat up and opened the nightstand drawer. It was a veritable treasure trove of gels, ointments, lotions, and condoms. She sifted through the piles of condoms, ignoring the glow in the dark ones and the textured ones. She preferred the lights on and wasn’t sure she was ready for a textured condom in her ass just yet.

  She hesitated over a packet of flavored condoms but decided to leave them for another day and picked out two perfectly normal skin-colored sheaths. Carefully she rolled one down Hammer’s cock, and then she turned to put the other one on Cam. Cam’s cockhead was red with need, but considering he’d already had an orgasm Hammer’s wasn’t far behind it.

  “Out of an entire drawer full of condoms you chose regular? Have you no sense of adventure at all?” Cam teased her.

  “I’m an attorney. Law is a very traditional kind of career.”

  He shook his head at her. “I can see we’re going to have to work hard to change up your life.”

  “Two men at once is quite a change, I can assure you.”

  “And you can only deal with one major change at a time? I thought women were supposed to be multitaskers.” Now it was Hammer teasing her.

  “I know. It’s a sad state to be in, but there you are.” She supposed she had been stuck in a rut lately. Certainly she’d never in her wildest dreams expected to be having her first ménage on only the second date. Or did this count as the third? Maybe it was the third date after all. But still, a ménage was something very different to her mind, even if most of their friends seemed to be leading the way down this particular path.

  Cam grabbed one of the jars of lube, and Allegra settled herself over Hammer’s hips. She stroked her hands over his chest. He had the standard six-pack, heavily muscled and as hard as a wall of rock. Her fingers trailed over the dip at his hip and across his pelvis. She kept her gaze on his light blue eyes as she touched him. He didn’t give a lot away about his thoughts, but she was an expert at reading body language and faces and caught the tiny tremor of excitement, even though he blanked it out almost instantly.

  She permitted herself to smile and grasped his cock, stroking up it firmly before holding it at her pussy entry. She rose up on her knees and waited for a long time, but he didn’t move. Of course. He was a Dom. Likely he could play this game as long as she could. She wiggled her cunt over his cock and then took him inside her, sliding down and down on his erection until her pussy was grinding against the base of his cock and she could take no more of him.

  Allegra lay down on his body, using her elbows to support herself, and locked her gaze with his. Hammer gripped her shoulders and began to kiss her. She relaxed into his touch, enjoying the gentle persuasion of his lips. Hammer teased and provoked her for a response, instead of demanding one. She liked that. Since he was a Dom, she’d half expected him to be more dominating, but it was as if he was constantly checking that she was onboard with the program of activities. She was. She absolutely, definitely, was one hundred percent interested in this particular scene.

  She sensed Cam moving behind her, and then his fingers were on her ass again. But this time, instead of shower gel with its subtle rose scent, there was the much stronger aroma of banana.

  “Banana? Seriously? Are you sure that’s not meant to go on your cock instead of inside my ass?”

  “It was definitely thought up by someone with a warped sense of humor,” said Cam, thrusting two fingers deep in her ass and taking her mind off the scent and setting it firmly on the need for more penetration.

  He’d prepared her carefully in the shower, and it wasn’t long before he was wiggling his cock into her ass. She was full already. Hammer was a big man, and he stretched her pussy wide. But somehow there was room for Cam in her ass as well. He pushed slowly but steadily into her ass, and the channel opened, letting him in. Her tissues stretched and rearranged themselves around the two cocks until he was as deep as he could go and his body was pressed tightly to her back.

  Allegra was completely surrounded by hot, hard men. Their chests were like solid walls, their legs rough and hairy, their arms heavily muscled and holding her firmly. But mostly she was aware of two thick cocks filling her to the bursting point with the promise of a truly spectacular orgasm to come.

  It was almost an anticlimax when they pulled out of her. But although they made her wait two long heartbeats before pressing back in, they did make the return journey, and it was worth the wait. Over and over again they withdrew and re-entered her until her brain was fried with the need to come. Her fingernails were digging holes in Hammer’s shoulders as she hung between the two men, gripping him and unable to think or move anymore.

  The coil of need inside her was completely overwhelming. She’d never wanted—no, needed—to come so much in her life before, and there was nothing she could do about it. She doubted if she’d be able to formulate a cohesive sentence, but it wasn’t worth trying to anyway. Hammer would decide when she was permitted to come, and no words of hers would change his mind. Besides, the two men had done such an amazing job of bringing her to this point she wouldn’t risk the chance of spoiling it now for anyone or anything. She knew her climax would be the best one ever. Nothing less was possible after such incredibly tender fucking.

  Loved, cherished, possessed, appreciated. All those words and more described the way these men made her feel. Every time their cocks drove into her cunt and her ass, or slid out again, they stroked and petted her skin, kissed her chin, her cheek, her lips, her shoulders. At first she’d been just as involved, caressing their skin, brushing their legs with her toes, massaging the pieces of them she could reach. But after a while, as the orgasm had grown inside her, it’d consumed all her thoughts and her ability to do anything at all. Allegra was totally absorbed in the emotions and experience, waiting for the release that was imminent.

  “Great sweating armpits!” Cam and Hammer slammed into her body with full force, rocking the entire bed and driving her over the cliff into pleasure. Allegra’s body was shaking so much she didn’t know if it was her or the bed anymore, but her legs were definitely flopping onto the mattress as the waves of release rolled through her body. As the release began to taper off, the men pounded into her again and again until they, too, orgasmed. Yet still she couldn’t move or think or do anything except breathe as her body still rippled with aftershocks.

  Hammer rolled them onto their sides as Cam asked, “What kind of swear word is ‘great sweating armpits’?”

  She wanted to say, “One that won’t put me in contempt of court,” but the words wouldn’t form in her mouth.

  Cam laughed, and Hammer picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. “I hope there are more towels here. I left mine on the floor.”

  * * * *

  Hammer grinned at Allegra. She had that flushed, well-fucked look about her as she sat on the side of the tub while he got the water running just right. He needed to check her ass before she went home. He hadn’t seen any signs of bruising from the cane, but he wanted to look again in good light, and he needed to put some gel inside her as well. But the main thing he and Cam had to do was book their next date with her.

  Cam handed her that plastic shower hat, and she smiled her thanks, stepping under the running water. When she got out, Hammer waved Cam in so he could check Allegra’s ass. It was fine, he was relieved to see, as he drizzled gel inside her to make sure she wasn’t hurt.

  “Great sweating armpits?” asked Cam as he stepped out of the shower.

  “Oh, I needed something I could say that wouldn’t get me in trouble if I accidently used it in court. I like that one. Sweaty armpits are quite disgusting, so it’s a good phrase.”

  “Are you free for dinner on Friday?” asked Hammer from the shower. He’d have liked to suggest tomorrow but likely that would be pushing his luck.

  “P
robably, but I can’t be completely sure. I have a case going to court that I really expected would be settled by negotiation already. They know they were stupid and that we can prove it, but so far, they haven’t asked for a mediation session. It looks as though they’re going to take it right down to the wire, or maybe even into court.”

  “Are you allowed to talk about it, or is that not done?” asked Cam.

  “I can’t mention people or details. What I can do is get my associate to text you if it appears I won’t be able to make dinner on time. What time and where?” she asked.

  Yeah. He hadn’t quite figured that out yet. “Is it too boring to come back here again? If it is, I can check out some other places tomorrow and text you a few to choose from.”

  “I’m comfortable coming here. Seven o’clock again? Remember, I might be held up in court or need to research something for my case.”

  “Can we meet you at your office if you have to work back there? You still need to eat, and we can bring takeout for you.” That was the best Hammer could think of at the moment.

  “My associate will be there as well,” she warned them.

  “Not a problem. We can bring enough food for four.”

  She smiled and then frowned. “If these people have a brain in their head, which I’m starting to doubt, the case won’t get to court.”

  Hammer was really curious about her case but wasn’t going to ask any more questions. If she couldn’t talk about it, that was fair. After it was all over likely she could tell them the main points.

  He and Cam walked her to her car before going home themselves, and on and off all day Thursday he wondered about her case. On Friday he found himself checking his cell phone to see if there’d been a message from her yet. He was hoping to hear the case had gone to mediation, but he could only assume no news was good news.

  It was strange. At first he hadn’t wanted anything to do with Allegra Lee because she reminded him of his grandfather’s world. But there was a gap the size of the Grand Canyon between her and the women who were married to his grandfather’s friends. There was no similarity between them at all. His grandfather’s world was full of lies, phony facades, and deceit. Nothing was how it appeared on the surface. But there was no dissimilation in Allegra. She was completely upfront about what she said and did. She told the truth or refused to answer a question, instead of spinning stories or outright lying.

  She was a hell of a special woman, and he wanted her.

  At four his cell phone beeped with a message. Mentally crossing his fingers that their date for the evening would still be on, Hammer pulled out his phone.

  Ten minute recess. Judge determined to finish case today. No idea how long it will take.

  “Well fuck,” Cam said.

  “Say what?” asked Taj.

  “Looks like our date tonight is off,” Cam explained. His phone had beeped at the same time as Hammer’s. Allegra must have texted them both the message.

  “Not necessarily. The job here is almost done. We could leave now, go home, shower and change, and meet her in court. Then we could take her out to dinner when she’s finished.”

  “Is this the chick who taught us how to somersault into the water?” asked Taj.

  “That’s right.” Hammer stared at him.

  “We’ll tidy up here. You two go get dressed up for your date.”

  “Are you sure?” asked Cam.

  “No worries. Go for it.”

  “Thanks, Taj. We owe you one,” said Hammer, smiling at the younger man.

  It wasn’t much after five when he and Cam, conservatively dressed in button-down shirts and jackets over their BDSM neat-black pants, entered the courthouse They had no idea of the name of Allegra’s case, so the signs pointing to the various courts didn’t help them. Hammer wasn’t going to text her and risk interrupting her concentration either. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, but he’d thought most of the courts would have finished for the day long ago and likely Allegra’s would be the only one still in session. Apparently he was wrong.

  Cam pointed to a sign. “It says public area. Maybe we can go in and look and see if it’s the correct one.”

  “Good plan.”

  Cam pushed the door open, and it led to a stairway up to another floor. Two men were coming down, so they stood back to let them pass first. The older man was wearing a black suit and lectured the younger one. “This is Judge Laughlin. She’s a pushover for innocent-looking young men. Play dumb and innocent and look young and helpless and you’ll be okay. Understand?”

  Cam raised his eyebrows at Hammer, and Hammer nodded. Quietly they climbed the staircase and opened yet another door, this one into the public area at the rear of the courtroom. They stood by the back wall looking into the courtroom which was the other side of a half wall. It was the correct place. Hammer’s heart swelled with pride at Allegra standing there before the judge. She looked magnificent.

  The two men they’d just seen entered the courtroom from a door on the other side of the wall, and the younger man was taken across to the witness box and sworn in. An attorney took him slowly and carefully though his name, his job, and the fact that he had no memory of talking to Allegra’s client.

  None of this made much sense to Hammer. It was as if he’d walked into a movie that was almost over. But it didn’t matter. He was happy to watch Allegra in her workplace anyway. After a while the attorney questioning the young man stepped away, saying, “Your witness.”

  “Mr. Bridges, my client stated on oath that she told you her account was direct debited every month by the company you work for, and that, when you ended the call and asked her if her question had been satisfied, she said, and I quote, ‘Of course not. You’re going to turn off my electricity because you won’t listen to me when the payment was taken out of my account by your company anyway,’ unquote.”

  Allegra was looking at the young man the whole time she spoke, not referring to any notes, and the man just nodded.

  “You gave her a complaint reference number DAS36876HY21. Yet there is no record of that complaint number on the company files. How do you explain that?”

  “I guess she never rang up at all.” The young man stared at the judge, wide eyed.

  “Mr. Bridges, how are the complaint numbers generated?”

  “I don’t know. The computer does it.”

  “What happens to the recordings of each complaint call?”

  “I don’t know. Someone else deals with that.”

  “How long have you worked for the company?”

  “Two years.”

  “Two years. You’ve worked for this company two years, and you don’t know how the numbers are generated or what happens to the recordings?”

  “No, ma’am.”

  “How old are you, Mr. Bridges?”

  Hammer watched as he gave the judge another big round gaze. “Twenty-one.”

  Allegra walked across to the judge and laid a couple of cards down on the judge’s desk. “Yet according to the paperwork before the court, you have held a driver’s license for nine years and a membership at an adult club for five years. How do you explain that?”

  The other attorney was on his feet yelling, “Objection, Your Honor,” like something out of a movie while the man they’d seen on the stairs was scribbling madly on a notepad.

  “Overruled,” the judge said tersely.

  Allegra walked over to her table and picked up a thick file of papers. “This file contains Mr. Bridges’s juvenile court records. Of course the matters inside it can’t be mentioned here in open court, but can I just say that they make for fascinating reading? Mr. Bridges”—she dropped the heavy file back on her desk and turned to face the witness—“perhaps you’d like to try harder to remember your conversation with my client?”

  Hammer smiled as the young man collapsed in on himself and told the judge everything. In a surprisingly quick time, the case was wrapped up and the judge was warning Bridges that if she saw him again he’d b
e going to jail for perjury and contempt of court.

  Hammer and Cam waited for the other people in the gallery to leave first and then followed them down the stairs.

  He texted Allegra to tell her they were here as Cam whispered to him, “I guess that judge was a softie after all for not jailing him.”

  “I’m just happy Allegra won her case.” And that now they could spend the evening with her. That would be even better.

  Chapter Five

  Cam was excited that their date was still on. He knew Hammer would have made heaps of plans for what they’d be doing in the dungeon, but first he would get to spend time with Allegra. He supposed she’d be hungry, so they’d eat first.

  When they arrived at The Dom’s Dungeon in their separate cars, he stood by her door to help her out. “Are you very hungry?”

  “I suppose so, but there’s still too much adrenaline running through my body from the case to concentrate yet. Usually I clean my apartment or spend time on my exercise bike until I’ve burned the nervous energy off after a case is closed.”

  He’d never thought of that, but he supposed it would be very tense always trying to prove the other side was messing with the facts.

  “I’ve booked a dungeon. Why don’t we go there first? You can burn off your tension there instead of on your exercise bike,” suggested Hammer.

  “The rule about my foot remains. It will never change,” she said firmly, looking right at Hammer.

  Cam hid his grin. She still had her court voice on.