Dungeon Play [The Dom's Dungeon 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)
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The Dom’s Dungeon 2
Dungeon Play
Adelaide Stuart, receptionist at The Dom’s Dungeon BDSM club, longs for two Doms of her own, but she’s terrified of shape-shifters. The only problem is, the men she wants, Doms Wade Sullivan and Mason Barlow, are werewolves. She purposely got the job there because she’s intensely attracted to the lifestyle. But she also thought since several of the men there were shape-shifters, working there would help her overcome her fears.
So far her plan isn’t working. She aches to experience all the delights of the dungeon. She craves all the CosPlay costumes and wants to dress up and play with her Doms. But she can’t let go of her terror at the thought her delicious Doms might be wolves.
Finally she agrees to perform a CosPlay dungeon scene with Wade and Mason, but when she can’t bring herself to sign a contract, they tell her the rules of the club prevent them from taking the relationship any farther.
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Vampires/Werewolves
Length: 35,350 words
DUNGEON PLAY
The Dom’s Dungeon 2
Cara Adams
MENAGE EVERLASTING
Siren Publishing, Inc.
www.SirenPublishing.com
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DUNGEON PLAY
Copyright © 2014 by Cara Adams
E-book ISBN: 978-1-63258-448-9
First E-book Publication: October 2014
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
About the Author
DUNGEON PLAY
The Dom’s Dungeon 2
CARA ADAMS
Copyright © 2014
Chapter One
Adelaide Stuart, one of the receptionists at The Dom’s Dungeon BDSM club, was wandering around in one of the party rooms on the second floor of the club. It was being set up for a cosplay party, and she was fascinated by some of the costumes. She was also fascinated by some of the Doms, but she dragged her gaze from them. They might be werewolf shape-shifters, and she couldn’t overcome her fear of the species.
She’d talked to her friend and co-receptionist, Juliana, about shifters. Juliana told her they were just people like any other person, most good, but one or two bad. But that hadn’t helped Adelaide. Logic told her Juliana was correct. After all, not all the bad people in the world were shape-shifters. Her brain understood that. But her heart still feared what she was trying hard not to categorize as an unnatural species. She was afraid the two men who most attracted her, the Doms who made her pulses pound and her panties dampen, were wolves. Well, maybe not Wade Sullivan. He had blond hair and blue eyes. Most wolves seemed to have dark hair here at The Dom’s Dungeon.
Mason Barlow’s hair was light brown, and his eyes were hazel, so he wasn’t all that dark either. But she thought he had the look of a wolf about him. He moved very silently and fluidly. Hmm, likely he was a wolf. And since he and Wade were always together, and since wolves were allowed to share a woman, that meant probably Wade, even though he was blond, was also a wolf.
Dammit. They’re totally delicious to look at and the kind of Doms I like.
Adelaide had watched Wade and Mason perform in the Stage Lounge here at the BDSM club. Every movement they made was pure poetry. Each time they punished a slave, Adelaide was filled with jealously, wishing it was her ass being paddled, her nipples being pinched, her body conforming to their every command.
But not if they were wolves. She couldn’t deal with being so close to a wolf. A shape-shifter, a…a what? Unnatural being? That wasn’t correct. Wolves were as natural as people. But it couldn’t be natural for a person to turn all furry and four legged? Could it?
Adelaide shook her head and focused on the costumes. Ryia, who owned Paddle My Ass, an adult store, had brought along racks of amazing outfits. Schoolgirls, French maids, harem dancers, nurses, police officers, and more. Adelaide could imagine herself in every one of the skimpy outfits, being ordered to perform all sorts of sexy services by her Dom. The only problem was, she didn’t have a Dom and never would have one unless she got over her fear of shape-shifters.
What was that saying? Build a bridge and get over it? I wish I could get over my fears. I wish I could ask Dom Wade and Dom Mason to be my Doms.
* * * *
Dom Wade Sullivan straightened up from where he’d been hunched over, sorting through a box filled with packs of cards. These weren’t ordinary packs, though. Some were sexy card decks of erotic book covers, others were BDSM dungeon scenes, and others yet again were Kama Sutra cards. He took a range of packs out of the box and set the decks out on a table. He’d need them later when the party got underway.
H
e and Mason had co-run several special parties. The Dom’s Dungeon was aiming to increase the number of daytime events held in these party rooms, and as full-time staff members here at the dungeon, they were more than happy to co-host workshops and parties as well as fulfill their commitments in the dungeons themselves as Doms.
They often worked together in Dungeon Eight, either when a sub wanted to be watched as part of her scene or when several subs were being punished simultaneously. In a group situation, even if one Dom was conducting the session, it was helpful to have a second Dom in the room to keep watch over the subs and make sure nothing bypassed the attention of the Dom in charge.
As fellow wolves, pack brothers who’d grown up together, they understood what each other was thinking and were both able to deal with potential problems for each other before the problem had a chance to grow and cause trouble.
However, their favorite time was when a single sub wanted to be punished by two Doms simultaneously. That let them work together wholeheartedly in every aspect of the scene from planning, through execution, to aftercare. But what they really needed was to locate the woman who would be their mate, their partner, their own perfect sub forever.
In many ways, being born a male werewolf shape-shifter was an amazing gift. Wade had grown up in a lively and energetic pack surrounded by other young wolves. They’d all worked together on the farm the pack owned and managed. They’d played together, fought together, and had formed life-long friendships. He and Mason understood each other through and through and respected and trusted each other more than anyone not privileged to share such a lifestyle would understand.
The only problem was that shape-shifters tended to birth two males for each female. That meant that, when the wolves grew up, they were hard-pressed to find a mate. There just weren’t enough female wolves to go around.
The Supreme Alpha of North America had approved interspecies marriages and ménage marriages where one woman was shared by two or more men. That helped alleviate the problem somewhat, but it didn’t solve it completely. Because how did a wolf—or several wolves—find the non-wolf woman of his dreams, and say, “Marry me. By the way I’m not human, I’m actually a wolf”?
It wasn’t going to be easy, and it might not even be possible. The good news was that several wolves here in The Dom’s Dungeon had already managed to find their woman and mate her in a ménage triad. But then again, Ryia, the woman here in this room now, had known Othniel was a wolf. She’d watched some wolves on the beach at a time of enormous crisis in her life and, because of that experience, could instantly recognize wolves. Juliana, the receptionist for the club, had grown up with close friends who were wolves, so she recognized them as well.
But many people didn’t even believe werewolves existed. They considered them to be just fairytales. And so often the wolf in the fairytale was the bad guy. Take Red Riding Hood, for example. How were he and Mason supposed to not only find their mate but reassure her they weren’t the bad guys, without actually telling her they were wolves?
Wolves liked to keep their species hidden. They liked to fly under the radar to avoid causing trouble or bringing any unfortunate attention to themselves and their pack. The Dom’s Dungeon definitely didn’t need a whole lot of adverse publicity or scare stories about it being the home of wolves. The BDSM club was running well, increasing in popularity and providing a decent living for a growing group of both wolves and humans. Wade didn’t want to be the stupid guy who caused trouble to all his friends. But he did want to find his woman and settle down. He just didn’t know how the hell to achieve his aims.
* * * *
Dom Mason Barlow had paced out the empty space in the center of the party room so he’d know exactly how many steps he could take while he and Wade gave the party-goers a taste of cosplay. None of the daytime parties were ever hardcore. They were all about introducing people to the concept of an area of kinky play and-or BDSM play.
There was never any complete nakedness or any actual sex at these events either. The erotic parties were held late in the evenings with a very strict admission policy. Besides, he and Wade weren’t looking for quick sex anymore. That kind of entertainment was all very well for a young man at the height of his youth and testosterone production. Once Mason had turned thirty, he’d been ready to find the right woman and settle down. The problem was, two years had passed, and the only woman that he and Wade were both attracted to was Adelaide Stuart, and she was more skittish than a wild brumby on speed.
He leaned against the wall, crossed his legs, and watched her. The very fact that she was here now, when she wasn’t on shift and could have been at home or out with her friends, showed the intensity of her desire for this lifestyle. She was staring at the costumes as if they were cupcakes behind a locked glass case and she was on a diet. Not that he’d ever want her to go on a diet. Her rich, lush curves were exactly what he liked. When two men possessed a woman, they needed to know she was strong enough to take them both. Adelaide’s body was built for two men to worship.
Her shoulder-length brown hair and long bangs fell forward over her face as she admired the costumes, half hiding her enormous brown eyes. But Mason didn’t need to see her face to know her gaze would be poised halfway between adoration and terror, the way it always was when she was near him or any dungeon toys. What made her so wary of this scene? Had she been hurt, personally, by an abusive person? Or did she know of someone who had been? Surely it wasn’t just that she wasn’t ready yet to take the step into the dungeon herself? That should have been more curiosity or wariness than fear. What he discerned in her face was stronger than mere wariness. Something frightened her, yet not enough to keep her away from the scene. After all, she worked here, and no one had forced her to do that. The co-owners of The Dom’s Dungeon were extremely strict about every aspect of the safe, sane, and consensual rule. If she hadn’t signed a contract of her own free will, they wouldn’t have employed her.
No, Little Miss Adelaide was both thrilled and worried, and he was just the man to guide her out of that conflicted place and into a zone where she was filled only with passion and enjoyment. And right after that, he’d invite her into his and Wade’s bed. After they’d fucked her brains out, they could ask her about her problem. Punishment, joy, release. These were the tools of the Dom, and he was ready and willing to use them all on Adelaide. As well as the tool between his legs. He was ready to use that on her as well. By the time he and Wade had warmed her up in the dungeon, she’d climax all over their cocks, their mouths, and their hands. Multiple times. He was certain Little Miss Adelaide was the kind of woman from whom they could coax multiple orgasms.
Mason walked over to where Wade had been setting up one of the tables for their games later on. “Look at Adelaide.”
Wade glanced across at her. She had a hand out and was touching one of the harem costumes with the tip of her finger as if she was frightened it was alive and might bite her.
“She wants to try it on.” Wade spoke confidently.
“Exactly what I was thinking, and Dungeon Eight would be the perfect place for her to do that.”
Wade turned to look at him. “I know we’ve talked about her before. Why do you think she’s ready now, when she clearly hasn’t been ready before?”
Mason shook his head. “I don’t know that she’ll ever be ready. But she definitely wants it. That’s why she’s here. Anyone else whose shift didn’t start for hours yet wouldn’t be here. It’s time for us to make a move on her if that’s what we want.”
“Oh, I definitely want her. But there’s something holding her back.”
“I know. She reminds me of a wild horse, never broken to bridle. I think you and I can deal with that problem between us.”
“It’ll be tricky. It might take a lot of work.”
“But I’m sure she’ll be worth it.”
Wade slapped him on the shoulder. “I agree. Let’s do it.”
Together they walked through the room to where Ad
elaide was still standing by the rack of women’s costumes. Up close he could see the enormous longing in her face. Hell yes, she was ready to play. All they needed to do was nudge her gently over the line and into their dungeon. She was theirs. She just didn’t know it yet.
“Hi, Adelaide. If you were to play a scene, which costume would you choose?” Wade asked her.
That’s a good question and an excellent way to open the conversation.
Adelaide startled and looked up at them both, flipping the hair off her face as she did so. Her big brown eyes were hot with need, but her body was tense. What the fuck was she afraid of?
“I don’t know. I like the harem costume, but I don’t know how to belly dance. Maybe the French maid? Or the schoolgirl?” Her words came out in a rush, but her shoulders were still tight.
“Would you like to play the naughty maid with Wade and me one day?” Mason asked her, careful not to say he meant in the dungeon, not here in the party room.
“Oh yes I would. But I…I…” Adelaide straightened her spine and firmed her lips as if she was facing a huge challenge. “I would like that very much,” she finished.
Mason’s dick sat up in delight, and he smiled at her. Wade was looking pleased as well. “We could play a scene with you anytime you wish. There would be time to do that after this party finishes and before you go on shift tonight, if you wanted that,” said Wade.
“Today? This afternoon?”
Mason watched as a range of emotions crossed her lovely, expressive face. Among them was apprehension and worry, but he thought excitement was more prominent.