Take Me [Dungeon Masters 1] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting)

by Cara Adams

  Simon would take care of Tamara’s small clutch purse and he and Simon were both still wearing their suit coats so the staff could continue clear up as far as he was concerned. Now it was time to concentrate on Tamara. He pulled her into his arms, holding her body tight against his. At first she was a little stiff, trying to maintain a socially acceptable distance between them. But then she relaxed. She must have noticed that in this crowd no one would even know if he had his hands in her panties. A thought that had occurred to him already. Or better yet in her cunt. The picture of her naked under the black dress came back to him, making his cock grow even harder.

  One day. One day he’d send her to work all day with no underwear and a vibrator in her cunt. Or maybe in her ass. Yes. In her ass so as she sat down at her computer to work she would think of him.

  He flattened his hand on her center back, gently smoothing and stroking the soft fabric of her gown, reveling in the sensation of her soft breasts pressed into his chest. He grinned as he felt the tiny hard points of her nipples even through her dress and his shirt. Hell yes. She was aroused and that’s the way he wanted her to be. If only her dress had a plunging back he could have slipped his hand lower and touched her ass.

  He pushed one leg forward between her legs, and continued to hold her tightly, wanting her to ride his leg. However, she stayed upright, just permitting her cunt to brush his leg from time to time. Leif almost wished the hotel staff hadn’t made more space for the dancers, but then he remembered they had a lot to talk about and this was the perfect time to do it.

  Leif rested his head against hers, lightly rubbing their cheeks together, wanting to tell her he loved her and wished they could do more right now. And then the music ended and reluctantly he took her hand and led her back to Simon.

  * * * *

  Simon leaned against the wall, dividing his attention between watching Leif and Tamara dancing, and the hotel staff frantically rearranging the room around a horde of wedding guests. They’d taken away ten of the big round tables, and probably one hundred chairs, which had freed up quite a lot of space. Since they’d removed them all from the back of the ballroom, many of the people who’d lost their seats had been younger people dancing, who hadn’t even noticed, and likely wouldn’t care. Others had gone to talk to friends at other tables. The tables at the sides of the room had been pushed back against the walls and now were more a place to store personal possessions than anything else.

  Wait staff had cleared away any remaining plates and glasses, and the bar was open and doing a roaring trade in beverages. Simon had rescued Tamara’s tiny black purse and it fit in his suit jacket pocket.

  He’d enjoyed dancing with her. Not that they’d danced as such, but holding her in his arms and feeling her heart beat against his chest had been extremely erotic. Sometimes making love fully clothed was even sexier than doing it naked, he thought.

  And here they were now, coming toward him. Tamara’s face was slightly pink as it so often was. She blushed so very easily, and he loved that sensitive, hesitant side about her, just as much as he loved the determined way she made her feelings known at times as well. The way she’d marched into the bathroom this morning after the fire alarm drama had been a real treat to watch. The fact that he’d been running and likely stank of sweat made no impact on her at all. She was going to finish having her interrupted shower no matter what.

  He liked a woman who knew her own mind, and Tamara was the perfect blend of sassy and sweet. He pushed away from the wall, and looked sideways until he could see some unoccupied chairs hard against the wall behind a table. Quickly he stepped across to them, sitting down and laying his arm across two more, to save them for Leif and Tamara who were still wending their way through the crowds toward him.

  Even right down here at the back of the room the noise level was horrendous to his more sensitive werewolf hearing. There had to be four hundred people in the room, and three hundred and ninety-nine of them were talking at the top of their voices. Fortunately, a large number of the younger guests were pressed like a mosh pit up near the stage and hopefully their bodies were deadening the sound of the band somewhat, or else likely he’d have a raging headache already.

  When Leif and Tamara arrived, Simon jumped to his feet again. “What would you like to drink? I’ll get it for you and then we can sit and talk. Or possible yell.”

  Tamara laughed and then said, “Iced tea, please.”

  “Johnny Walker black label, thanks, Simon,” said Leif.

  He made his way through the crowd, tapping people’s shoulders and arms, and sliding his hips sideways through the microscopic gaps between bodies. Shit. If I did this anywhere else but here I’d be arrested for sexual harassment!

  Even though four bartenders were working as fast as they could, it still took him a while to get to the head of the line. Then of course, with his Jack Daniels, the Johnny Walker, and the iced tea all in his hands, he had to make his way to the back of the room without spilling any of them. Just as well I’m a fucking werewolf. This is quite a challenge.

  Leif and Tamara had moved so they were beside one of the remaining tables now, which was good. He was able to put the drinks down in front of them and sit down. “If those idiots smashed the fire alarm now we’d all be toast. There has to be way more people in this room than the fire marshals would allow,” he said.

  “I know. But Sophia and Peter look really happy, so a huge party was likely what they wanted.”

  “And we met you,” he added softly. So softly likely she wouldn’t even hear him over the background noise.

  “Where did you learn about shibari, Tamara?” he asked. They needed to ask Tamara about BDSM, but there was no reason they couldn’t work their way into the topic gradually.

  She picked up her iced tea and looked down at the table for the longest time and then said, “I read a lot.”

  Uh-huh. Just what exactly did she read? he wondered.

  “Do you mean the papers you archive and index?” asked Leif.

  “Good heavens, no. I don’t read them. They’re all technical jargon. I index them by using chapter headings and keywords. No, I read fiction. Women’s fiction.”

  Simon’s dick stood up at that, but it was Leif who asked the question. “Women’s fiction as in chick lit, let’s go buy new shoes, or women’s fiction as in Fifty Shades of Grey?”

  “Yes.”

  Her voice was so soft he was almost certain no one would hear it apart from himself with his werewolf talents, but the deepening blush on her cheeks made the answer quite obvious anyway.

  “So you’re interested in Dominance and submission?” asked Leif.

  Simon watched her face. The tiny nod she gave said everything he needed to know. Hell yes, she was theirs indeed.

  Leif gripped her chin and made her look up and face him. Simon turned his body so he could gaze directly at her as well. “Have you ever had a Dom of your own?”

  “No.”

  “Do you want one?”

  This time there was no hesitation. She gave a sharp nod of her head.

  Chapter Five

  Tamara’s breath hitched. She was wedged between the men, unable to move back because of the wall or forward because of the table and the press of people everywhere. The good news was it meant that even if her family wanted to talk to her they’d have to shout. The even better news was that it was almost as if she was alone with these two handsome men. She kept her hands gripped together on top of the table. She’d like to stroke their faces or rest her palm on their thighs, but that was out of the question at a wedding. Just being so close to them made her cunt cream and her nipples harden though.

  I hope they take me to bed again soon. Maybe tie me up again. Spank my ass even. But anything as long as they both fuck me one more time. I want another memory to cherish for the rest of my life.

  Leif rested one of his hands on hers. She looked down at his big, strong hand. It dwarfed hers and yet her hand wasn’t small for a woman and her
fingers were rather chunky. It was just that he was bigger everywhere than she was. Once again he lifted her chin up and made her look at him. “We told you we manage a nightclub. You didn’t ask us what sort of a nightclub it is.”

  Tammy was confused. “I’m not really into the nightclub scene. I didn’t realize there were different types of clubs.”

  “I think you do know this much.”

  That was Simon. Tammy leaned back in her chair so she could see them both at once. She thought about their questions, and the shibari, and a shiver of excitement raced up her spine. “It’s a BDSM club.”

  Leif nodded. “Our club is named The Dom’s Dungeon, and yes, it’s a BDSM club. We control everything very strictly. No drunks, idiots, or assholes are allowed in. Tomorrow afternoon we’d like to take you there and show you our dungeons,” said Leif.

  Tammy’s panties flooded with cream. It seemed like for most of this weekend she’d been considering finding a Dom of her own, a man who would understand her needs and pleasure her, taking all the worry and strain of decision-making away from her. She hated having to weigh things up all the time and try to make the best possible decision. She longed for the freedom to have a Dom put her needs first and bring her to exquisite release in his dungeon. Was her dream of a true Dom about to come true?

  But then she remembered tomorrow was Sunday and she had to be at work at eight on Monday. Her heart plummeted again. “I have to be at work first thing Monday morning. I can’t risk being terminated. My paycheck is all I have to survive on.”

  “Where do you live? Where do you work? How far away is it?” asked Simon.

  Tammy opened her mouth to answer him and then hesitated. She’d known these men only forty-eight hours. Should she really tell them that information? And then she shrugged. Leif had already signed her out of the hotel. Likely he had a receipt with her full name and address on it already.

  “I work for Casey’s Engineering in Richmond. I live half an hour south of there, so an hour and a half, an hour forty-five minutes from here.”

  “Our club is in Richmond, too, on the west side, in the heart of the entertainment district. We should be able to get you home in good time to start work the next day,” said Simon.

  Tammy leaned right back in her chair, looking from Leif to Simon. They were both turned toward her so even though they were one each side of her she had a clear view of almost all of their faces. Simon stared at her with a hopeful look. Leif was more determined and set. Leif had decided she would come with them already. He was correct. She would. “All right.”

  Their bodies enclosed her, bracketing her more tightly.

  “You’ll like the dungeons.” Simon’s hand was flat on her thigh, a warm heavy weight through the thin fabric of her burgundy dress.

  Tammy felt cool air on her other leg, and then Leif’s hand slid up inside her dress, brushing the fabric down in front of her and leaving her leg bare at the back. Tammy’s breath hitched and cream dampened her panties as she realized he was about to touch her in front of four hundred people. But even more than that, she wanted him to touch her. She wanted his finger in her cunt, stroking her slit, circling her clit. I must be fucking insane. Yet she widened her legs a little, hoping he’d continue on the path he’d begun.

  Simon leaned in toward her, his lips by her ear. “Lift up your ass,” he breathed. She turned toward him an inch and his lips brushed her cheek, but she did as he said, raising her butt an inch off her chair. Instantly the fabric of her dress was lifted up and his hand slid down inside her panties, to pet her ass. Once again his lips brushed her cheek as his hand slid lower and cupped her ass. His long finger filled her ass crack and she yearned for him to penetrate her there.

  But it was Leif’s fingers which were moving now. His hand was on the inside of her thigh and she wiggled, wanting him to touch her pussy. His blue eyes sparkled with mischief. “Not yet. Wait a minute.”

  She clasped her own hands together tightly, digging her elbows down onto the table in front of her. She badly wanted to press her hands to her aching nipples, but they were so hard she was sure if she drew any attention to them everyone in the room would guess what was going on beneath the table. She knew her face was pink. She blushed so easily. She always had and no matter how hard she tried to lift her head and look away the color wouldn’t fade.

  Tammy widened her legs farther and wiggled her ass, trying to encourage the hands where she wanted them. Simon obliged, sliding that finger down to circle her rosette. More cream poured from her. So much she was glad she wasn’t sitting on her dress anymore because she’d have been certain to have a damp mark on it by now.

  Finally Leif’s finger combed through her cunt curls closer and closer to her clit. “One day I’ll shave you here, and then when next I decorate your pretty pussy with my ropes, the excitement the fibers give you will be greatly enhanced.”

  Tammy gulped. The tension of the rope on her clit had driven her wild with desire. Any more would surely send her into an instant orgasm. And speaking of orgasms, if he’d move his fingers an inch likely she’d have one right now.

  But it was Simon who penetrated her ass first, not Leif and her cunt. Simon’s thick finger slid deep inside her, the rest of his hand cupping her ass, teasing and stroking the skin. By the time Leif finally slipped two fingers into her cunt she was so wet and ready the sensation caused her to grip them both tightly and hold on hard so she didn’t come then and there.

  Moving in unison, as they so often seemed to do, they used their free hands to hold her hands, bracketing her body, shielding and protecting her from casual glances from passersby. Only then did their fingers begin pumping into her.

  “You’re very wet. You want to climax, don’t you? You like knowing we’re finger-fucking you in front of all these strangers. It turns you on, doesn’t it?” said Leif.

  She nodded, biting her bottom lip so she didn’t groan with need.

  “Your ass is so hot and tight. I can’t wait to have my cock in there again. You are made for two men, Tamara. Your body welcomes us both. It wants us both. You want both of us, don’t you?”

  Again she nodded. She did want them both, Simon was right. But right now she desperately needed to come. She pushed back onto Simon’s hand and then down onto Leif’s fingers. Leif had three fingers in her cunt now, and Simon had two in her ass. She was full and aroused, but she needed more. Fingers just weren’t as good as cocks. Now she’d experienced their cocks in her, fingers couldn’t fulfill her anymore.

  Simon held her chin and turned her head to face him full on. He kissed her, startling her as he slammed his tongue into her mouth. He was so good, so wonderful, but anyone could see them. Hell, her mother might see them.

  Leif’s other hand slid between her body and Simon’s and he pinched her nipple fiercely hard. The shock had her cunt convulsing and her body shattering into an orgasm. Simon closed his mouth and ended the kiss, although his finger in her ass still stroked her channel there. Leif replaced his hand on hers as the fingers of his other hand stroked and soothed her cunt.

  Tammy struggled to regulate her breathing. I can’t believe I just did that. Here, in the middle of the wedding reception. And I wanted to do it. Me. Ms. Inconspicuous herself.

  She stared blankly ahead of her into the crowd. Masses of people all talking laughing, dancing. So many all pressed together they could be doing anything and she’d never know. Just as these two men had finger-fucked her to orgasm and no one would ever know. Well, I hope no one is able to tell.

  “You two make quite a devastatingly effective team,” she said softly.

  “Oh, when you know us better you’ll learn we can have much better tricks than that one. Just wait,” Leif promised her.

  Tammy thought that sounded very much as if today wouldn’t be the end of their relationship. But she refused to believe it. Why would two gorgeous men like them, men who managed a BDSM club for fuck’s sake, be interested in a plain and ordinary nobody like her? No, this wa
s just a wonderful weekend. A weekend to remember forever. Something to look back on in years to come as the highlight of her sex life. But come Monday, she’d be back to her real life.

  * * * *

  The shibari Leif would really like to do on Tamara required an eyebolt in the ceiling, so he couldn’t attempt that until they were in his dungeon. But she’d enjoyed being finger-fucked in the middle of a crowd, and she was perfectly happy with having her ass touched even though she’d been fucked there twice already. That was ideal for a ménage. They were only truly together with both of them inside her simultaneously. But it left him running out of usable ideas for a hotel bedroom. Still, there was one game they could play tonight that he was looking forward to it.

  As soon as the bride and groom left the wedding reception he, Simon, and Tamara made their way through the crowds saying good-bye to his closest relatives, and to her parents and aunts. Fortunately there were so many people around, Simon’s method of moving slowly forward while talking worked perfectly, and they broke free from the crowds faster than he’d expected to. Once they reached their suite, he moved everyone into the bathroom.

  He unzipped Tamara’s burgundy dress and said, “Step out of your shoes and take off your underwear.”

  She stared at him but obeyed. He loved that about her. She thought for herself, but already she trusted him to have things planned for her enjoyment. He knew she would enjoy this. Somewhere inside her shy, blushing exterior, beat the heart of a secret exhibitionist. That was the fact he was about to highlight.

  As soon as she was naked he lifted her up onto the sink. “Spread your legs wide apart and press your palms against the mirror.”

  She wiggled her way into position and then he pointed to Simon, who shrugged out of his suit coat, threw it through the doorway and onto the bed then stepped beside the edge of the sink.