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

by Cara Adams

  “I’m glad you knew. I didn’t have a clue. But after Darcy, and Beckett, and…a few others, I can’t say I’m surprised. Werewolves and ménages do seem to go together.”

  “The Supreme Alpha of North America has given ménages his seal of approval because of the shortage of female wolves,” she said.

  “He’s like your president, right?”

  “Sort of.”

  “Are you ready to go to The Dom’s Dungeon now? There’s a particular dungeon I’d like to get. Well, a particular piece of apparatus. We might need to wait for that dungeon, so if we go right now, if the dungeon is available, we’ll play first, and if it’s not, we can eat and watch the early show,” suggested Hammer.

  Cam jumped up. Hell yes he was ready to touch and taste Allegra again. She was like a drug, and he couldn’t get enough of her. Although they still needed to ensure her safety. How long would that last? Would that idiot grow a brain and leave her alone, or would they need to do something about him? And short of bashing him over the head, what could they do?

  Cam drove to the BDSM club, parking on the customer level. Sometimes he wondered if they really ought to park on the lower level with staff since Hammer was one of their regular Doms, but he wasn’t official staff. He didn’t have his own special dungeon or anything, so customer parking was likely the right place for them. Adelaide was on the reception desk, and the dungeon they wanted was free all evening.

  “Do you want to eat first or play first?” Hammer asked them. Cam let Allegra reply. It was all about her pleasure really. Either was fine by him.

  “Maybe play. That way we’ll work up even more of an appetite.”

  “Good point.” Hammer took the keycard from Adelaide, and they walked down the hallway and through the Stage Lounge then straight down the stairs to the dungeons. Cam wondered which piece of equipment Hammer wanted. He hadn’t bothered to memorize which toys were in which dungeons, although most of them had a spanking bench and quite a few had a St. Andrew’s Cross, so it wasn’t either of those things.

  Cam followed Allegra into the dungeon and looked all around. As soon as he saw the big wooden frame thing he understood. It was a rectangle with bars on the sides, kind of like a ladder, and bars along the top, rather like a climbing frame or playground monkey bars. It was designed so the Dom could tie the sub up in all sorts of different ways, suspending her from the top, the sides, by her hands, by her feet, or any combination of those. But it would also be the perfect place for a wolf to play.

  Wolves liked to scramble up and stand on top of rocks and things, didn’t they? So standing on the top of a frame would be ideal. Cam wondered what else Hammer had planned. Meanwhile he stood silent and still, his gaze focused on Hammer, waiting for his instructions.

  Instead of giving Allegra an order when she was naked and ready, Hammer asked her quite gently, “Would you please shape-shift for us and run around, showing us your other form? We’d like to get to know you.”

  “You want me to jump up on the frame?” she clarified.

  “I thought you might enjoy walking along it, yes. But if your foot is too sore, just do whatever suits you. I don’t want you hurt.”

  “Thank you. I would enjoy a play, and my foot is stronger when I’m in my wolf form.”

  Cam had his gaze fixed on her body, but she shimmered and changed so fast he was astounded. He’d always thought it would take longer than that, but it was practically instantaneous. Allegra the wolf stalked slowly around the room, walking from corner to corner as if measuring the place.

  She was just as he’d imagined her to be, lithe and sleek with very dark fur and a manner of moving that was incredibly graceful. After she’d looked all around, she ran diagonally across the room and leaped up onto the wooden frame, pacing across the top several times before standing there, perfectly balanced with her paws on different rungs, staring at them.

  “Damn, girl. You’re beautiful,” Cam said softly.

  She walked daintily over the rungs on the frame and jumped lithely from the rack to the counter at the back of the room. Tail swishing, she stalked the length of the counter. From there she dropped lightly to the floor and waited at Hammer’s feet.

  He dropped to his knees and stroked her fur, rubbing her head and behind her ears. Cam assumed this wasn’t a dungeon scene at the moment and hurried over to pet her as well. Her fur was so soft he ran his fingers through it over and over again.

  “If you’d like to be a wolf a little longer you can, or if you’re ready to start the dungeon scene, we’ll do that. Thank you for transforming for us,” said Hammer.

  “You are beautiful, and I thank you, too,” Cam whispered. Reluctantly he moved to the back of the dungeon again to take up his position. He’d never touched Darcy as a wolf, although he’d seen him running a few times. He knew several of the people here in The Dom’s Dungeon were wolves, including Simon, one of the co-owners. But knowing and touching were two different things. Allegra was very special indeed.

  * * * *

  Allegra didn’t change into her wolf very often. It wasn’t something she was prepared to do alone outside, although she knew of several wolves who went running in an area of open land out past the city limits on the west side of town. Occasionally she’d move all her furniture in her apartment around and play in her wolf form, with the curtains shut tightly, by running up and down her hallway and jumping on the tables and chairs.

  It was a reasonable way to stretch her muscles and get some exercise, but her apartment wasn’t all that big and the hallway wasn’t even as long as the Olympic-size crash mats she’d run on during her years studying gymnastics.

  So changing tonight in the dungeon had been fun, but now she was ready to move on to some punishment and submission. She was very grateful the men had accepted her wolf form. She wasn’t sure what she’d have done if they’d rejected her. It would be hard to continue going to bed with men who couldn’t cope with one part of her personality.

  In a strange sideways kind of way, that was why she and Les had broken up. He hadn’t known about her wolf, but he hadn’t been able to accept her need to work in a career that took her away from him when he wanted her. Her career was part of who she was, just as her wolf was an integral part of her, even though she seldom shape-shifted anymore.

  Allegra waited silently for the dungeon scene to begin. She was ready to obey her Dom, Hammer, and looking forward to whatever he might require of her. She was also alert to the fact that Cam was there as well, always part of the scene, with his own role to play in helping her, distracting her, or bringing her higher and higher before she was permitted her release. The two of them were together, a team, both with their very distinct, but also very complementary, roles.

  “Step across to the frame, sub.”

  Allegra walked to the wooden box and waited. She almost wanted to remind Hammer not to make her put her weight on her right foot, but after last night, she was sure he was well aware of her needs. She still hadn’t actually thanked him for catching her as she’d launched herself through the air. She hadn’t had time to think her actions through. Every fiber of her being had been focused on getting her feet away from her attacker.

  When her ankle had first been shattered, she’d learned more than she ever wanted to know about prosthetic limbs. She’d managed to keep her ankle then, and she planned to continue to keep it now, despite what her opponent thought. I will not think of him. Letting him into my head gives him power, and I will not give him power over me.

  “Climb up the side of the frame until you can rest your chest on the top of the frame.”

  Okay. I hadn’t pictured doing that.

  Cam quickly tied her to the supports, her hands stretched out ahead of her gripping a rail, and her feet both resting securely on one of the steps with her ass high in the air and her breasts hanging free through the railing. She couldn’t see anything in this position as her forehead rested on one of the bars, and her eyes looked down to the floor. It was very
different position with all sorts of potential. But once again, Hammer had her well balanced, and Cam had tied her firmly to the wooden struts and rails.

  Their care and concern for her was demonstrated in everything they did, even though she was now left to wonder what might happen next. Would Hammer whip, flog, or paddle her ass? Would Cam suck her nipples or touch her exposed cunt? Or would they do something completely different? Life was never going to be dull with these men. That was a certainty.

  It seemed like a very long time that there was no sound in the dungeon. Allegra sharpened her hearing, but neither man moved. There wasn’t even a whisper of air over her naked skin, far less the hush of fabric or the noise of shoes on the stone floor. Allegra forced herself to wait. She was good at waiting. It was something attorneys all learned very early in their careers. Judges could be fiercely angry if the attorney was even half a second late to a meeting, yet thought nothing of keeping them waiting for ten minutes, twenty minutes, even half an hour. Long ago Allegra had learned to use that as thinking time about her cases, and that way, at least it was billable hours, not wasted ones.

  When the whip landed on her ass, Allegra had only a fraction of a second’s warning. Hammer must have removed his shoes, she decided, or it would have been impossible for him to move so silently that she hadn’t heard him. Her hearing was much better than average, and it was only when he’d raised his arm that she’d known he was there. She supposed he might have approached her very slowly. That would have lessened the chance she was aware of him.

  And the whip. It packed a real bite to it. It was heavy and hard against her skin, yet the hot line it left on her flesh burned all the way inside to her cunt, lighting a fire in her core that only these two men would be able to quench.

  She relaxed into the steady whipping, accepting each hot, hard stroke, noting that two never landed in exactly the same place. Each one was always slightly lower than the previous one. The final two strokes slashed across the tops of her thighs. She’d thought the pain in her ass was bad, but the whip hurt twice as much on her thighs until the heat spread into her skin again, arousing her higher and higher.

  Then Cam was under her body, his mouth on her nipples, teasing and stretching them. At first she wondered if he was about to use the nipple clamps again until he clipped a clothespin to her flesh. She closed her eyes so she wouldn’t be tempted to complain. Great sweating armpits! The clamps pinched and bit, but the clothespins were worse. When Cam moved down to her cunt, she realized he was going to attach one to her clit as well and nearly complained, and then she relaxed. It would be good. It would bite and hurt and then warm her right through to her core, just as the whipping had done.

  Except that Cam pinned half a dozen clothespins along her labia as well as one on her clit. That she hadn’t expected. Now there was a whole row of fiery points biting along her nether lips. It took a lot more effort now for her to relax into the burn and accept it, to welcome it, to remind herself this was going to be so good.

  And then, finally, Hammer was behind her, his thick fingers in her ass. At last she was going to get fucked. Oh yes. She was quite aroused enough. She was more than ready for her two men to possess her completely and utterly between them again.

  Cam took the tail of her braid, which was hanging down beside her body, and used the end of it to stroke along her belly and up over her breasts. It was quite an experience. She hadn’t ever imagined using her own hair on herself could arouse her. But she guessed it only worked because Cam was orchestrating it and she had no prior warning as to where he might touch her next.

  Meanwhile Hammer’s thick fingers were deep inside her ass, opening and stretching her, softening the muscles to let his cock inside her. She was so ready for the men. Her cunt was full of her own cream, and she longed for the loving to begin. She wondered if Hammer had booked a room upstairs. She hadn’t seen Adelaide give him a swipe card, but maybe the one from the dungeon would open a room, although previously he’d had two different cards.

  Allegra refused to think about it. Hammer was her Dom, and he would have everything under control. Everything would be planned to please her and to release the tension from her body. She didn’t need to worry about anything, only to trust in him. And she did trust him. She wasn’t a particularly trusting person, but in Cameron Armstrong and Harlan Hammersmith III she had found two men worthy of her faith and trust.

  Cam stepped away and returned with a condom over his cock. She hadn’t really noticed his cock until now because her field of view was very limited the way she was tied across the top of the frame. But his cock was long and straight and pointed up at her as he stepped under the frame, and untied her hands. He gently indicated for her to lift her upper body off the frame into a more upright position. When she did that, he inserted his body between two of the rungs so his chest was resting against her. He climbed up one rung and then another, his body now pressed tightly against hers and his feet between hers on the same rung.

  “Is there a weight limit on this thing?” she asked.

  “Everything in the dungeon is built to withstand a lot of stress,” said Hammer.

  Assuming she was free to speak now, she allowed her disbelief to flow through her words. “Aha. Sure.”

  And then she gasped as both men began to push their cocks inside her at once. She gripped the framework, certain the entire thing would collapse in a bundle of matchsticks from the combined weight of the three of them. She wasn’t tall, but she wasn’t runway-model thin either, and both Cam and Hammer were big men.

  And then she remembered her thoughts of only a few minutes ago. That she could trust them. That they would care for her. And she remembered Hammer’s words, that everything in the dungeon was built to withstand harsh treatment.

  Allegra let herself relax. She concentrated on the sensations of two cocks pressing ever deeper into her body, of two men holding her, even though they were all interlaced through a punishment box. As her men began to pump inside her, she pressed herself back onto Hammer’s cock and then forward onto Cam’s. This time one was withdrawing as the other entered her, and it was an entirely new experience for her. She loved the seesaw motion and the thrill of always expecting one of them back, never feeling completely empty and bereft.

  Allegra still didn’t have the confidence to move much. Certainly her feet remained still, planted on their rail. But from time to time she lifted one hand from her grip on the frame to pet and stroke one of her men. Her men. Hers. The men she loved.

  “I love you, Cam. I love you, Hammer.”

  “About time. I told you I loved you hours ago,” Cam teased her, licking inside her ear and making her shiver with delight.

  “Does this mean you’ll stay with us forever, not just for a week or two?” asked Hammer.

  “Yes.” It might mean some alterations to her life, but she was prepared to deal with them. Her career was important, and she wouldn’t give it up, but the men were equally important in her life. She wasn’t going to give them up either.

  “Good.”

  “Thank you.” Cam kissed her cheek.

  Both men pulled out of her together and slammed back into her body, sending her over the cliff into release, leaving her gripping the bars tightly as she shook with wave after wave of her orgasm.

  * * * *

  Half an hour later they were showered and sitting in the Stage Lounge eating a meal. They’d missed the early show, and Allegra didn’t want to stay for the late show since tomorrow was a workday for them all. But they were all hungry, so eating had seemed like a good idea.

  Adelaide hurried up to them with another woman. “I can’t stay to talk. One of the security guards is watching reception for me. But this is Nerida, one of my former roommates. Allegra, you really need to talk to her.”

  Cam got to his feet and grabbed a chair from an empty table, holding it out for Nerida.

  She smiled at them all, looked around a little nervously, and then spoke softly. “I’m a researche
r. I work on contract for a range of various companies. A mutual friend told me about the party the other night. Mr. Lillington-Hall has quite a reputation around town for…um…giving gifts to helpful people. I would really like to research him for your company. I feel so strongly about it I’d be willing to work for half price.”

  Allegra knew instantly that Lillington-Hall had hurt someone Nerida cared about. Or maybe he’d hurt her.

  “I’m almost certain we can do business. Can you come to my office tomorrow?”

  Nerida smiled, stood up, and said, “I’ll be there first thing.” And then she disappeared into the crowd on the dance floor.

  Allegra looked at Cam and Hammer. “It looks like you won’t need to download too many new games for your cell phones because you won’t be stuck waiting for me in the foyer of my building for long.”

  “That man deserves everything that’s coming to him,” said Hammer.

  “He should never have hurt someone close to Nerida.”

  “He should never have hurt you,” said Cam, pulling her into his arms.

  “I’m safe with both of you, though, and we can watch out for Nerida as well.”

  “You’ll always be safe with us,” promised Hammer.

  And Allegra knew that was true.

  THE END

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  Cara Adams adores erotic romance, especially ménage, BDSM, and shape-shifters. One day, someone said to her, “Why don’t you put them all in one book?” So she did.

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