by Cara Adams
Brody must have been keeping watch on the booth because as soon as the coffee was delivered he brought Leonie back to the table. Roman stood and waved Leonie to sit beside him. She slid into the corner of the booth and he handed her the coffee, then moved in beside her, blocking her body from the view of anyone passing by. The he kept watch on her face as he lifted her dress discreetly and stroked his hand over her thigh. Her skin was so soft and silky. Touching her was heaven and his dick fought to get out of his pants and inside her. But that was for later tonight. Right now he wanted to know how wet she was. He inched his body closer, still gazing at her face and letting his hand do the exploring.
When he teased his finger along the line between her leg and her body, she opened her legs encouraging him to slide his hand inside her panties and then over the lips to her pussy. They were very wet indeed. He forced a finger into her cunt beside the vibrator and her tissues stretched to let him in. That was excellent. He was certain she would take both him and Brody together, having the butt plug and vibrator simultaneously made that a no-brainer, but his fingers could now verify how incredibly hot and wet she was. She was really enjoying the sensations.
He stroked his finger in and out of her pussy then spread her wetness over her clit and pinched it. She gasped, then widened her legs some more. He pulled the vibrator a little way out of her pussy and began fucking her with it, always watching her face. Across the table he could sense that Brody understood exactly what was happening. Good. He’d be incredibly aroused as well, especially after dancing with her.
Roman fucked her harder with the vibrator, using his free hand to set it buzzing on the lowest speed, then pulling it all the way out to press it on her clit. As soon as he pushed it back inside her she broke, closing her eyes and mouth tightly as her body shook and she coated his fingers with her cream.
He turned the toy off and whispered, “That’s two. Now drink your coffee and we’ll go to bed. It’s time Brody and I both fucked you. Together.”
* * * *
Leonie felt as weak and limp as if she’d run a marathon. On the dance floor, if Brody hadn’t been holding her, she thought likely she’d have collapsed when the vibrator began buzzing inside her. Then when Brody had pulled her against him and held her, and his cock had been enormous pressing on her mound and throbbing with heat and desire. Between Brody’s arms around her, his cock resting against her belly, the butt plug, and the vibrator, Leonie was surprised she’d didn’t combust from heat and need.
And now, at last, they were going to bed properly. All three of them. As soon as they’d started opening her ass she’d guessed they’d fuck her together. She wasn’t quite sure how it would work, but there were plenty of other ménages, so it couldn’t be too hard to organize. And she sure as fucking hell wanted them both. She’d had three orgasms already and her nipples were hard aching points in the nipple clips, her cunt was still throbbing with need and even her ass was aching to be fucked. It seemed as though every nerve ending in her body was still on fire with need. So the sooner they got to bed and satiated her, the better.
Besides, this time she wanted to suck and lick them back again. Having her wrists held last night had been very carnal, but licking and sucking their abs and nipples would be even better.
Once again a staff member guided them to their room. Leonie wondered why everyone was always escorted by the staff, but supposed they had their reasons. Surely a few cameras in the hallways would solve the security problem. Or perhaps people had been losing their keys or something. Although these days a lost keycard was not a big deal. It was easy to just reprogram them. She shrugged. Their reasoning was irrelevant. That was just how this business chose to operate.
“The door locks behind me automatically. When you’re ready to leave dial nine and a staff member will come and escort you to your vehicle,” the man said.
Leonie found herself unable to resist asking, “Why do the staff escort people everywhere? Why not give us a keycard?”
“Each different area of the club requires a different type of code. This is a BDSM club. Some areas might disturb some people. This way no one wanders into the wrong area, and no one gets lost.” He nodded, bowed, and left the room.
Okay. I guess that’s logical.
As soon as the guide left, Brody held both her hands out in front of her, while Roman unzipped the dress. He pulled it down her body and encouraged her to step out of it, then he slid her feet out of her shoes. Once more she was revealed in her underwear, but they’d both seen her naked so she didn’t even blush. When Roman unsnapped her bra, Brody took it from her arms while Roman dragged her panties down her legs. So now all she was wearing was a set of nipple clips, a vibrator, and a butt plug.
“How did it feel to be dancing with two sex toys buried in your body?” asked Roman.
Leonie thought for a moment, wanting to give him a considered answer, not just a fast, unthought-out reply. “It still feels weird to have the plug in my ass. I’m not used to that sensation. But the vibrator I could almost ignore until you switched it on, then it sent so much erotic sensation zapping through my body I could hardly stand up.”
“What about now? How do you feel now?”
This time she felt her face heat in a blush. “I want you both to fuck me, the two of you together like a true ménage.”
“Then the evening has been a success because that’s what we’re going to do. Brody will fuck your cunt and I’ll take your ass. Together as you said. But first, Brody and I need to undress, then we need to take those nipple clamps off you. How do your nipples feel?”
“Hot. Hard. Aching.”
“Brody will fix that for you quite soon.”
She watched as both men stripped. She loved how Brody almost flung his clothes off, as if he couldn’t wait to be naked again. Roman took a little longer, but even he just bunched them in a pile and dropped them on a chair. Although he had draped her dress neatly over a chair back, not treated it as casually as he’d dealt with his own clothing.
She walked across to the bed and pulled the quilt off, folding it in half and laying it over another chair, then she dragged the sheet and blanket down to the foot of the bed. Brody clambered on the bed, into the exact center of it, then held out his arms. “Sit on my cock, please,” he asked.
She glanced at Roman who smiled and handed Brody a condom.
“Let me,” she said.
She sat over his thighs, deliberately dragging her full, wet cunt across his leg, then rolled the latex over his cock. He was hugely engorged and it was a tight fit, but the condom stretched far enough. Just like her own tissues would stretch when he entered her, she supposed.
Brody glanced at Roman and he said, “Take out the vibrator and stick your dick in her but don’t start fucking her yet. Then you can remove the nipple clips.”
Leonie lifted her body up off him do he could put his hand between her legs. But Brody didn’t just slide the toy out. Instead he wiggled it this way and that, pushed it in a little farther then pulled it out an inch or so, and generally almost drove her insane before finally removing it completely from her pussy and laying it on the nightstand. Her cream was dripping from her cunt by the time he held her hips and drove his cock into her very wet pussy. Oh wow. He felt so much better than the toy. Longer, wider, and hotter. She had to take a deep breath to control herself he was so wonderful.
Once he was fully lodged inside her pussy and their bodies were skin to skin, he held her sides and directed her breast into his mouth. He sucked hard on her nipple before leaning away from her again and undoing the clamp. Once it was off he placed that on the nightstand, and again took her nipple and areola into his mouth, sucking hard until the blood flow was restored to her aching nub.
By the time he’d repeated his actions with her other breast Leonie was eager for release. Her cunt was throbbing with need and her entire body was tingling from the desperate urgency to be fucked. At last Roman shuffled onto the bed behind her. He pressed his
hand flat on her back just above her ass and she lay down on Brody, letting her nipples dig into his hard, muscular chest wall, as Roman removed the butt plug. It’d felt a bit strange having it in there, especially as she sat at their table and danced while wearing it. Even walking to the bedroom with her ass and her pussy both stuffed with toys had felt both erotic and naughty. But now that Roman had removed the plug she was filled with a raging need for completion. She’d been on the verge of coming for what seemed like forever, and the orgasm in the booth was like a distant memory.
And then Roman’s cock breached her rear entry and slid deep inside her. Slowly she breathed out. It had happened. Instead of two toys, she now had two men inside her. It took them a few minutes of wiggling and rearranging their bodies, and then Roman’s voice whispered sexily across her skin, “Now Leonie, right now, we are both going to fuck you. You are our woman and we’re claiming you.”
That sounded a bit heavier than she was ready to accept as yet, but she couldn’t think anymore. Every inch of her skin was sandwiched between these two demanding, yet giving, men. Her body was on fire with lust. All she knew was that right now, this very second, she wanted and needed them. She reached behind her with her left arm and rested that hand on Roman’s hip. Her right hand was holding tight to Brody’s shoulder. Before she could tell them she was ready they both started to pull their cocks out of her body. Her eyes opened wider as they moved together, slowly, slowly withdrawing their wonderful cocks from inside her. But before she could complain they changed direction and began pushing into her again. Their pace was excruciatingly slow. She wanted to yell at them to speed up. But somehow she knew that their way would be better, more erotic, in the long run, so she clenched her teeth and waited.
Eventually she was rewarded by them moving faster, thrusting harder, pumping deeper until they were slamming into her and she had to bury her face against Brody’s shoulder so she didn’t scream out at the exquisite torture of being fucked by them both like this. She was almost certain her fingernails were digging into their skin but she couldn’t move. She was so close to coming, and she believed what Roman had said, that it would be the best orgasm of her life. The tension was coiling tight deep in her belly. Every part of her was like a stick of dynamite, ready to explode.
Then it happened. The orgasm crashed out of her body, rolling up her spine like a tidal wave, bursting out of the top of her head with tsunami-like force, leaving her legs and arms shaking, her eyes tightly closed, and her mind unable to think of anything except the release racing through her body.
A distant part of her brain recorded the groaning of both men, the bursts of heat in her pussy and ass, the knowledge that her orgasm had sent them into their own climaxes, but her brain was fried and she couldn’t think. She could scarcely even breathe. Then both men were rolling her onto her side, hugging her, holding her close. She forced her mouth to open and her lips to form the words. “You were right. Best orgasm ever.”
“Because we’re claiming you. You are ours. Our woman,” whispered Roman.
That was the second time he’d said that. She needed to talk to them about it. She wasn’t ready yet for anything so that sounded so much like commitment. But right now she was too exhausted to think.
“Nap now. Then we need to talk.”
“Sleep, my precious. There’ll be endless time to talk later.”
Brody wasn’t quite right. They all had to go to work tomorrow. But at the moment—
* * * *
Brody rested on one elbow, watching Leonie sleep while Roman had a shower and cleaned and packed away the toys they’d used. The vibrator, butt plug, and nipple clamps would be billed to Roman’s account and were theirs to keep now.
When Roman was dressed again, he settled on the bed with Leonie and Brody took his shower and got dressed. He’d just finished when Leonie snuffled, stirred, then sat up.
“What’s the time? I need to get home tonight.”
“It’s not midnight. You’ve got plenty of time for a shower,” said Brody, watching her.
“Oh good.”
He grinned as she wiggled her way off the bed and headed into the bathroom. Then he smiled more broadly as she shut the door firmly. She’d been still half asleep and evidently not even noticed they were both dressed.
He turned the television on, expecting she’d take a long time, maybe as much as an hour. But he heard the shower turn on, then maybe fifteen minutes later turn off again. Five minutes after that she came back into the room with a towel wrapped around her head and another one hiding her wonderful body. She collected her purse and her clothing and disappeared back into the bathroom again. This time she was even quicker, returning with her hair a neat frame for her face and looking as stunning as if she hadn’t just been fucked by two men after being whipped in a dungeon.
“I need to apologize. I promised you four orgasms and only gave you three. I’ll fix that on our next date,” said Roman.
“No. I had four. There was one on the dance floor as well,” she replied. Brody grinned. He’d held her in his arms all through that one. It’d been a very pleasant few minutes.
Roman grinned. “Now I don’t feel such a failure.”
Leonie’s face grew serious. “Twice you’ve said you were claiming me. I haven’t agreed to that. What do you mean by the term?”
“You are ours, Leonie. You belong to us. There’s a bond between us that you can’t ignore. In our pack two men—two wolves—choose a human woman to mate with. To marry, if you prefer that term. You’re the woman we’ve chosen. You can’t deny the intense attraction and heat between us. One day we’ll mate formally before our pack and be a family together.”
“I don’t deny the link between us. I like you both very much indeed. But I’m nowhere near ready to even think about marriage. I’ve never seen you as wolves. We’ve never even discussed what my being with wolves might mean. Nor have we discussed what a future together might mean. I’m not in any hurry to do anything more than date you both for now. I’ve gotten this job with the Alpha of Vienna and I intend to do my best to complete the project on time and to a high standard of accuracy. When that’s finished I don’t mind talking about what other jobs I might look for, perhaps in a large town close by where you live. But for now I refuse to be coerced into any kind of commitment.”
Brody’s heart dropped and he had to swallow his fear. They had a lot closer connection than just dating. Tonight had been so much more than just dating to him. He understood she’d been thrown off course by her father not accepting her as his successor, but they were offering her a whole new future.
“Leonie, I love you. I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you even though I was terrified I was about to end in jail. I understand you need more time, but don’t deny the passion that exists between us three.”
“What we can do is start working on some of the things you see as roadblocks. Maybe on the weekend we could go out to a national park somewhere and transform into our wolves for you.” Roman frowned.
Brody couldn’t think of anywhere safe to do that. Very occasionally when the urge was too hard to ignore he’d change in their room in the student house but that was hopeless compared to a good long run in the mountains of his home.
“The first time I ever saw wolves was on a construction site. There’s the perfect place on the outskirts of the city. It’s quite isolated. We could go there on Saturday if you like. Now, I need to go home. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”
“Fuck yes, and that’s without Gustav playing ‘swap the folders’ or ‘steal the information.’” Brody groaned. Just thinking about all the dangers and stress associated with the battle to be Supreme Alpha of Europe made his head ache.
Roman picked up the telephone and dialed nine as they’d been told, while Brody stood beside Leonie to guide her back to their car. Well, actually her car. How could he show her how special she was to him? What words could he use to demonstrate that his love for her was true and genu
ine? And what if she was frightened or dismayed when they became wolves? That scenario didn’t even bear thinking about. It was bad enough she needed extra time to deal with the idea of a relationship. That he could cope with. But if she totally rejected him? No. That couldn’t happen. She had to like them, to adjust to them and accept them. They belonged together.
* * * *
The next few days at work Leonie stayed in the room through the meal break, making a mug of soup, eating a sandwich at her desk, only leaving the room very briefly when plenty of other people were working at their terminals. She developed the habit of counting the number of files on each trolley morning and night, and keeping a record of the numbers, even though she assumed Gustav was smart enough to replace any folders he purloined with the same number of other folders when he took them.
Normally on Saturday she would have worked at least half the day, but she was eagerly waiting to see Brody and Roman in their transformed shapes. She’d never seen a werewolf shape-shifter up close. The men who she’d thought were dogs had been likely a quarter mile from her position sitting up in the crane. But she wanted to see Roman and Brody. To know if she would recognize them, to touch their fur, and to talk about what being a werewolf might mean. That was a conversation they’d never had, probably because in public they could never speak of so many things they need to talk about. Well, maybe out on the edge of a construction site they could talk about such things.
She just hoped the project hadn’t started to give out overtime. It had been running to schedule so there was no reason why the construction team should be working on Saturday, but she knew they’d recognize both her and her car, so she wanted to go on the back of one of the men’s motorcycles for anonymity. One motorcyclist in a leather jacket and a helmet looked much like any other motorcyclist. And besides, a viewer’s first thought would be that they were men, as long as she kept her hair and breasts hidden.
