The Dom Tests Her Serenity [Unchained Love 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Cara Adams

  “Where’s my chocolate?” she replied.

  Pete rolled over and then said, “Lie flat on your back.”

  Someone pushed all the bedding off her, letting a chilly breeze in, and she shivered, but she knew she would get warm again soon. She cracked open her eyes and watched as Pete shook a brown bottle quite hard then rubbed it between his hands before shaking it again.

  “Chocolate topping?” she asked.

  “Your wish is our command.”

  “But if you put it on me you’ll be the ones eating it, not me. Besides, I wouldn’t mind the idea of a couple chocolate cocks.”

  “All in good time. First, Josh and I need some chocolate. We’ve been working very hard tonight and need a reward.”

  “Sure you do.” Serena wiggled deeper into the mattress and waited for what would happen next. As long as she got to play, too, it was all good with her.

  Pete trickled the chocolate sauce over first one nipple, then the other one, then he made a line of it down between her breasts all the way to her pussy. When he coated her cunt lips with chocolate it felt really strange, especially as the sauce hardened into a thin but solid chocolate coating.

  Josh bent over her body on one side, and Pete leaned over her on the other side, then the two men sucked and nibbled up and down her belly and over her breasts. Serena giggled then sighed as they tongued her skin, licked warm, wet patches, blew on the damp places, and finally sucked her nipples between their lips.

  When Josh rolled her nipple in his mouth, pressing on it with his tongue, her cunt began to cream in earnest and Serena began to hope this session would lead to more fucking sooner, rather than later.

  Pete was playing with her labia now, nibbling the chocolate off them, biting the edges gently, scraping his teeth up and down. Serena wished he’d put his tongue inside her but thought perhaps adding chocolate inside might not be a good idea. But the licking and sucking was highly arousing and really she wanted more. Or…

  “My turn,” she said, pushing at the two men so she could sit up.

  “Oh good,” said Josh, sliding down on the bed on his back and stroking his cock. It was standing up just fine by itself and didn’t need any extra attention, but Serena didn’t mind.

  “Come on, Pete. Hand over the chocolate and lie down,” she said.

  “Who’s the bossy little britches? Better watch out, or your ass will be paddled again.”

  Deliberately she waggled her ass at him before picking up the chocolate sauce bottle and giving it a good shake. Then she squirted the sauce all over Josh’s cock and over Pete’s as well.

  She sucked the head of Josh’s cock, loving the taste of chocolate mingled with spicy man, then switched to Pete. His flavor was quite different from Josh’s. This time it was a tart overlay to the chocolate.

  Back and forth she went, licking and sucking, nibbling, scraping her teeth to make sure she’d licked up all the chocolate, but deliberately teasing both the men by not giving either of them enough attention to bring them close to an orgasm.

  Then four hands grabbed her and swung her around, laying her across two laps of men suddenly sitting upright instead of lying flat on their backs. Pete’s firm hand swatted her ass, hard then harder, causing her to gasp then melt into his thighs. Damn, that was good. The harder he smacked the more she liked it, her ass heating red hot and her cream pouring from her with the urgent need to be fucked.

  Pete flipped them over so she was flat on her back on the mattress, all the breath leaving her body with an “oomph” as his weight pressed on her and his cock slammed into her. Once his cock was deep inside her, he leaned back and picked up her legs, resting them over his shoulders.

  “Now, you suck Josh properly this time,” he ordered.

  Josh wiggled closer, his cock, the head red and engorged, poised near her mouth. She used her nearer hand to feed him into her mouth and sucked hard, wanting to please him.

  Pete withdrew from her then slammed back in, his cock driving hard and fast, and her brain was suddenly mush as she tried to concentrate on Josh while Pete was sending her higher and higher.

  Serena forced herself to focus only on Josh. This was about him. Her job was to bring him to climax. She flicked her tongue in his little slit, savoring his spiciness, then gently bit the long vein of his shaft, noticing that he shivered in response. Good. He likes that. Her next attempt was to flatten her tongue and tease his ridge. This time Josh groaned. Right. Now she knew what to do. Again she took as much of him as she could into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks and applying as much suction as she could, before letting him slide out and teasing his head with her teeth.

  It was so hard to concentrate on Josh, though, when Pete was fucking her so thoroughly. He’d tipped her ass up high and was driving deep inside her cunt, deeper than she could ever have imagined a man would go. The good thing was with her tilted back like this she could suck Josh deeper down her throat. Another advantage of having two men instead of one. Happily she smiled as she swallowed Josh down.

  Pete slammed his cock into her cervix.

  “Aaagh!” gasped Serena, her throat full of Josh. Josh groaned and came, filling her mouth with his cum. Hastily she let him slide most of the way out so she could close her mouth around him. Then Pete pinched both her nipples hard and slammed into her cervix again.

  This time Serena screamed and shattered. There was no way she could control her body as she shook and fire raced along every nerve ending. Her head fell back, her eyes closed, her toes curled back on her feet, and her arms flopped onto the bed as the climax roared through her like a tidal wave, leaving her completely limp and unable to process any thoughts and actions at all.

  * * * *

  Josh couldn’t get his fears and worries out of his head. After they left the dungeon later that morning he was determined to find out for himself if David was a reformed character, so he volunteered to help JB winterize the storage barns.

  “There’s not a huge amount to do. It’s more being certain nothing is resting on bare dirt once the snow arrives,” said JB.

  Josh nodded. He’d noticed most of the storage units were on concrete floors, and almost all the storage bins were raised up off the floor even farther, he guessed in case of extreme rain or snowmelt.

  JB got a pile of metal six-inch-wide strips out of one of the storage bins and showed David, Josh, and Luke how to insert them across the various doorways to make a higher false threshold to help keep snow out. “We can’t use them on vehicle access entries, so we still need to ensure nothing is resting at ground level, but we can keep some snow and water out with these at least,” explained JB.

  “That’s clever,” said Josh, watching carefully.

  Josh and David took a pile of strips and some tools and began installing the protective strips. Very cautiously Josh brought their conversation around to what he wanted to know. “So how are you adjusting to living with a pack in one place instead of moving around?” he asked David.

  David squatted back on his haunches and said, “You know, when I was first kicked out of my father’s pack, I reveled in the freedom to be myself, to be alone, to go wherever I wanted to. But after months of that, I realized I didn’t just miss my mother and little brother and sister, I missed the bonds of community and belonging. Finding Leticia was the most awesome thing ever. It’s not the same as having Bethany back, but it gives me the sense of family I was so missing.”

  Josh nodded. “I suppose I’ve been lucky in that Pete and I have been friends for so long. Basically our entire lives. So not having other family hasn’t affected me much, as we’ve always had each other and the pack.”

  “I thought I had friends. Certainly I had people I grew up with and we hung out together. But when the Alpha decided we were second-class citizens, they disappeared in the blink of an eye. That pack was home to me, but it was nowhere near as organized and…civilized, I guess is the word I’m looking for. I truly believed any woman would be happy to mate me once I was Alpha
. But here I can see there’s so much more. Our Alpha always had the best of everything, and everyone had to do whatever he said. Here people care about each other and share what they have. I’m going to apply for membership here at Carnal Connections. I want to stay and give back something of what this place has given to me.”

  “It’s good you’ve found somewhere to belong. Omar is a good Alpha. He can be mighty fierce and scary, but he’s always fair and wise with it.”

  “Fuck yes, Omar’s scary. But even when he’s very angry he’s never out of control. He always knows exactly what he’s doing and means what he says. Larry, too. Our Alpha…” David shook his head, and Josh wondered what crazy things the Alpha had done. Certainly David had lacked normal socialization. The kinds of things every adolescent panther—or human—learned growing up.

  As for throwing David, his mother, and his siblings out for being mixed blood, that was stupid, too. There were far too few female panthers around and the Alpha had discarded not just a woman but also her daughter. Insane indeed.

  Josh and David worked all day tidying the storage barns, raising things higher off the ground, installing protective threshold strips, putting wooden shutters over windows, and generally preparing for winter. Heavy snowfalls were forecast for next week and snow couldn’t come soon enough for Josh. Snow meant that he, Pete, and Serena would mate formally. Meanwhile, he came away from the day believing David was not just reformed but sincere.

  Which only left Galen, Sam, Drew, Charlie, and the rest of the rogue panthers to worry about!

  * * * *

  Serena was very excited about Thanksgiving. The entire community was joining together for a special meal and celebration. Serena couldn’t remember ever having so many people in the one place for a meal. The men had spent an entire day moving the furniture in the barn. The stage had been pushed to the back wall, couches and small tables placed around the walls, and down the center of the room was a long rectangle made of trestle tables covered in crisp white cloths with chairs to seat over a hundred people.

  The folks from the movie studio would be there as well as everyone in the BDSM community and the entire panther pack. Of course Serena knew all the panthers, they were her pack. But she didn’t know the names of everyone in the BDSM community. Some of them were very private people who stayed in their own homes, went to work outside the property, and only appeared at communal BDSM events sometimes. She guessed she’d know their faces but possibly not even that much about them. To share the holiday with everyone like this was thrilling indeed.

  The women had spent a long time discussing the menu and decided to go with traditional dishes. As well as the roasted turkey and mashed potatoes there would be a green bean casserole, butternut squash, sweet potatoes and yams cooked with cheddar and rosemary, homemade cranberry sauce, gravy, and stuffing made with celery and mushrooms. There’d been so many arguments over whether to serve pumpkin pie or pecan pie they’d decided to have both. With so many people eating together it was better to have a choice, Serena thought, although she guessed some of the men would want a slice of both pies.

  Serena smiled internally. Fifteen, or even ten years ago, she and Verity would have dressed identically at a gathering like this and tried to fool people as to which of them was which. More recently Verity had decided to trim her hair into a short bob cut, while Serena had left hers long. They were not identical—Verity’s hair was more reddish and her eyes more brown than hazel—but they were sufficiently similar that when they tried to confuse people they almost invariably could. Growing up, Verity had always been a fraction of an inch taller than Serena, something they’d been able to disguise by never standing exactly side-by-side to permit people to notice the difference.

  But tonight was not for that kind of fun and games. Tonight was about sharing together, being truly a united community of humans and wolves and panthers. A group where many practiced lifestyle BDSM, some just played at it, and a few didn’t even do that much, but where everyone was accepted as a person with their own distinct tastes and needs, be it for bondage play, ménage sex, or to run through the night in animal form.

  At the end of the room, the stage, hard against the back wall to leave enough space for the long tables down the center of the room, had a lovely display of fall-colored leaves and flowers, with lots of oranges, golds, and bronzes among them. The center of each table had been decorated with more leaves and flowers, as well as tiny origami panthers, wolves, and people. And on four stands equally spaced in the middle of the tables were more vases of flowers.

  Serena thought the room looked truly lovely, decorated simply and with understated elegance. She also guessed many of the vases of floral arrangements were Leticia’s work. Leticia certainly had an affinity with plants.

  The room was filling with people now, and Pete and Josh came and stood beside her. They both looked very handsome, Pete in a red business shirt with narrow white stripes on it and Josh in a long-sleeved, deep-blue T-shirt. Serena couldn’t help thinking that, of all the ménages which had formed since the panthers arrived at Carnal Connections, theirs was the only one with three big cats and that they all had brown hair. Not a blond, a redhead, or a person with black hair among the three of them. Of course, she was a cougar, not a panther, but they were all big cats. Only shape-shifters seemed to innately sense the differences between the subspecies. Her fur was more tan than brown in animal form, too. But nonetheless, as a triad, they were quite similar. More so than any of the other groups.

  Larry’s voice boomed through the room, causing everyone to hush. “The food is ready, people. Please take a seat.”

  Pete pulled out a chair for her and settled Serena between the two of them, and people waited quietly as the huge platters of food were brought across from the main kitchen and placed up and down the tables. Serena couldn’t imagine how much work it must have taken to prepare such a meal, although she knew many women had begun working on it yesterday. She also knew they’d used the kitchens of some of the families, too, as even the huge commercial kitchen on the property was not big enough to cook such a meal as this.

  The next half hour was full of noise and happiness as people laughed and talked, moving around the room to chat to other friends once they’d finished eating, sharing stories of the past year and generally enjoying themselves. Again Serena realized she’d never seen so many truly happy people together in the one place before. Even at movies and other parties she’d attended, many people remained unsmiling, likely talking about serious things or just watching other people dance. But here every face was beaming, and everyone seemed genuinely pleased to be present.

  Once again Larry’s voice boomed out. “Before you can have your pie you have to sing for your supper—”

  “From the 1938 Broadway musical—” Jubilee began only to be cut off by Carey’s louder voice, “—The Boys from Syracuse.”

  “One point each,” said Larry, not missing a beat as most people laughed at his mates’ interruption. Jubilee and Carey’s never-ending trivia competition provided entertainment for the entire community as well as occasional fascinating details.

  “I’d like some of you to say what has been special for you about the year that’s just past. What are you, personally, thankful for?”

  Omar stood, and everyone turned to look at his commanding figure. “I’m very thankful that you people have accepted the panthers here. Life was difficult for us on the farm. We’d spent many happy years there, but with the coming of the rogue panthers we were no longer secure. When they tried to kidnap Ramona, my heart nearly stopped beating. You are my heart,” he finished softly, looking straight at a blushing Ramona.

  He took a breath and looked around at all the people lining the tables. “So thank you to everyone in the BDSM community and to the others who’ve welcomed and accepted us.”

  People clapped and cheered, then one after another many of those present spoke a word, a sentence, or a short speech. Serena was almost overwhelmed with the lov
e and acceptance being put into words.

  David stood and said, “I’ve never been to a communal Thanksgiving meal such as this before. My mother cooked for us each year, but it was just our nuclear family. To be part of a community like this is wonderful.”

  Leticia, who was sitting next to him, said, “I’m thankful for freedom. I never knew how much I’d missed it until it was restored again. I can’t thank everyone here enough for accepting me.”

  Raegan spoke next. “I had been told my child had died at birth. To find I had a son, a living son, a wolf like me, was the most wonderful thing that could ever have happened to me. I’m grateful to this community for bringing us together. I’m grateful for my son and his two mates.” Raegan smiled at Tor, Gaynor, and Cameron. Serena rather thought his eyes were damp as he looked at his family.

  Lucy and Bill each spoke, then the tall, blond panther, Galen, stood and stepped behind his chair so everyone could see him. “I know some of you have worried about where I’ve been and what I’ve been doing. I didn’t even tell my Alpha because I didn’t want anyone to know until it was finalized. While I was in Texas I studied photography, and as I’ve traveled through the country I’ve taken pictures. Not calendar-type pretty, scenic pictures but stark pictures of drought, poverty, and abuse.

  “I entered a dozen of my shots in an international competition in the hopes of winning enough prize money to establish myself as a photographer so I could be based here and only travel to and from commissioned assignments. Well, I didn’t win, but I did pick up three honorable mentions, which got me an interview. When I left recently it was to rush to the airport for the interview. I only got an hour’s warning of the flight time, likely to prevent me from padding my resume.”

  People laughed and clapped. He won prizes in a photographic competition! I didn’t even know he took pictures, pretty or otherwise.

  “Thank you. I have a job now and want to thank y’all for letting me stay here. I know some of you have been worried about my intentions, and I can assure you I know nothing about the rogue panthers. World Photography website has offered me a three-year contract to take specific pictures for them. Obviously I’ve accepted. Some are location and time dependent, so I’ll be away from time to time, but my home will be here. I’m also hoping to pick up some work in this area for when I’m between projects. I just wanted to say thank you for letting me stay here, and I hope this will be my future home.”