by Cara Adams
Monty had to take a breath and lick his suddenly dry lips. Damn they’re pushing the boundaries with her. But will it work? Will she let us play with her?
Zoe walked farther into the room and turned to look at them all. “Are you all Doms? All three of you?”
“Yes.” Monty thought they sounded like the chorus in some old-fashioned play. He supposed the real joke was that they’d all answered exactly the same instead of using different words to agree.
“Do you always work together on the same woman? Submissive? Or do you sometimes have your own, one on one?”
“We’ve had our own girlfriends from time to time, but you know that there’s a world-wide shortage of female shape-shifters, so it’s been very obvious for years now that if we’re to successfully find a mate we most likely would have to share. Besides, we think quite alike most of the time because we’re identical, so sharing isn’t as hard for us as it might be for some other panthers,” Monty explained.
“But have these girlfriends been subs as well?”
She was probing now for more information. Monty wasn’t going to answer for his brothers. He was fairly sure Vallen had taken a sub by himself, but it really wasn’t his business to answer that question for Vallen. Apparently Diego felt the same because there was a pause before Vallen spoke.
Monty watched as Vallen rubbed his hand over his military-short black hair. They all had the same hairstyle. It was crazy, but apart from a few years when they were teenagers, they all had worn the same haircut, and frequently they dressed the same, even to the color of their T-shirt and whether to wear athletic shoes or boots.
“We’re thirty-six. We aren’t innocent teenagers, Zoe. We’ve all had girlfriends over the years. When we were young, we had one each, but as Monty said, it makes much better sense to share a woman who we consider has the potential to be our mate. So, mostly, for the past five years when we’ve taken a woman, we’ve shared her. In the dungeon and in bed. But we aren’t promiscuous, and we’ve never two-timed a woman. There’s also been long gaps between women. We’re looking for a very special person, Zoe. One who will fulfill all of us. One who will be fulfilled by the three of us together. If you agree to give us a test drive, we promise to give you the highest, hardest orgasms you’ve ever had in your life and to teach you of the intense pleasure that a sub can experience in the dungeon.”
Zoe nodded, and for one amazing second, Monty thought she was about to say yes. That he was going to be able to kiss and touch her at last.
But then she said simply, “You’re under a big misapprehension about me, gentleman. I’m not at all the kind of woman you’re looking for. I wouldn’t suit you at all. You see I’m a virgin.”
Monty’s jaw dropped, and he had to force himself to close his mouth as she marched to the door of the dungeon. He lurched after her, still in shock. “Wait!”
Chapter Three
Zoe wished she hadn’t had to tell the truth to these wonderful, kind, and handsome men. She’d enjoyed her day with them so much. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a day just to relax like that. People needed to eat every day, not just when school was in or if it was a holiday, so the ministry continued all year around, although there were busier and less busy times, of course.
But facts were facts, and most men were wary of forming a relationship with a preacher’s daughter. She’d had dates and even several, well, two, boyfriends. But she’d always been very circumspect, and they’d never tried to take more from her than a kiss, and maybe a fumbling touch of her breasts. And she certainly hadn’t pushed them to experience anything more intimate.
Originally she’d been waiting for a nice man who revved her engines and who she knew would give her pleasure. Now she was so old she was that weird thing, a spinster on the shelf. And about to be a spinster aunt, which was just another reason to be cautious. Her parents were still adjusting to Maia’s pregnancy. If she turned up unmarried and expecting a baby, they really would be badly hurt. They’d blame themselves for not raising her right, when it would be her own selfish desire to experience what both her sisters had found—loving men. Ménage sex.
Not. Going. To. Happen. I’m not a lemming.
Zoe marched out of the dungeon and turned down the concrete hallway to exit the building.
All the breath left her body as strong arms surrounded her and she was lifted up, whisked backward, and the dungeon door slammed with them on the inside, her included.
Monty grabbed her face, holding her still as he stared right into her eyes. “There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin. We can make your first time, your every time, very, very good.”
“If you want to remain a virgin for the moment, we can deal with that. There are plenty of things that you’ll enjoy that don’t involved vaginal sex,” added Diego.
“Or we could strap you into the spanking bench and punish you until you’re begging us to pleasure you.”
“You must have experienced an orgasm, right? You’ve read those books,” said Diego.
Oh yes. The romance books were very helpful indeed, but orgasms? The ones she’d had before she read some of the more erotic books had been mildly pleasing. The ones she had now were much better. But she felt sure these men would improve on them still further.
“Has anyone ever kissed you properly? Really kissed you? Like this.” Monty tilted her head sideways a little then placed his lips over hers, gently pressing them to hers, yet somehow demanding her response. She couldn’t help but kiss him back.
He turned her properly into his arms, holding her body pressed tightly against his, one arm now around her waist, the other hand on the back of her head as he deepened the kiss. Monty licked along the seam of her mouth until she opened her lips and let him inside. Next, he slid his tongue into her mouth questioningly, as if he was waiting for her to accept him. She sucked on it to tell him she was okay with the program so far.
Once he received her approval, he deepened the kiss until he was pumping his tongue in and out of her mouth, tasting every inch of her, and then sucking her tongue. He moved so fast her senses swam, and lust built up deep inside her. By the time they broke apart, she was gasping for breath.
He turned her sideways again, and Diego pulled her against him, kissing the shell of her ear and then her cheek, her eyebrow, and along her jaw line. When he reached her lips, he nibbled on them until she opened her mouth to him, and he kissed her deeply. Diego slid one leg between hers, letting her feel the hard ridge of his cock against her belly. He rubbed his leg against her pussy, cranking up the need inside her ever higher as he gently stroked his tongue inside her mouth, exploring behind her teeth and rubbing his tongue along hers as he was rubbing his leg on her pussy.
Then she was turned to face Vallen. Vallen was more dominant, driving his tongue into her mouth, demanding more from her, holding her firmly and kissing her hard until she felt her bones melting under the onslaught of his mouth. By the time he lifted his lips, her heart was pounding and her chest heaving with the need to breathe.
Monty dragged a stool over beside her, sat on it, and placed her on his lap. “Now, would you like to experience a little more from us?”
She nodded without thinking, and Diego was instantly behind her, sliding his hands inside her silk shirt. In no time at all, her bra was undone and his hands were on her breasts, massaging the globes and teasing the nipples.
The lust that had been racing through her bloodstream now translated into cream filling her cunt. Diego was touching her perfectly—gently but firmly. He stroked and petted her sensitive skin, trailing his pinky fingers along the underside of her breasts while his thumbs played with her nipples. Then her shirt disappeared, and Monty’s mouth was on one breast, sucking her nipple.
No man had ever done that before. She’d actually managed to lick her own nipple once, after several minutes of extensive effort, but guessed she either needed a longer neck or bigger breasts to do it properly. It certainly hadn’t sent the immediate i
ntense sensation of passion through to her core that Monty had achieved instantly.
Her back arched as her body pushed her breast up into his mouth, with almost no input from her at all.
Diego’s hand trailed over her skin, sliding smoothly, stopping to paint warm curves and spirals and then to dive into her belly button and rub around the tiny indentation. He kissed the back of her neck as his hands drifted lower and lower. Suddenly, the only thing she could think of was him touching her pussy lips or her clit. Or maybe even sliding inside her. Hell. At that thought, cream dampened her panties.
His breath was warm against her skin as he whispered, “You like that, don’t you.”
“Yes.”
“You want more.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement of fact. She did want more.
“Yes.” Her voice was faint and breathy with anticipation. What would he do? Where would he touch her? Inside her pussy? Or on her clit?
Instead, Monty licked a line across her skin to her other breast and began sucking that nipple. She gasped at how good it felt. Diego was unzipping her jeans. No, he couldn’t be. His hands were still on her belly. Very low on her belly and against her skin. Then who? Vallen. Of course. There were three men here.
Zoe opened her eyes and forced her lust-riddled brain to focus. Yes. Vallen was kneeling on the floor, unzipping her jeans. Well, she couldn’t see his hands because Monty’s head was in the way, but she could feel Monty’s and Diego’s hands against her skin, so it had to be Vallen’s hands on her zipper.
Wow. Three men. Three men all touching her at once.
Diego lifted her up off Monty’s lap just the few inches necessary for Vallen to slide her jeans down. He removed her shoes, and then her jeans were on the floor and her panties were following them. Zoe knew it was time to say stop. Time to call an end to the games. But she couldn’t. She wanted their hands on her. She wanted to feel their promise of a massive orgasm come true. Deep in her heart, she knew she was making trouble for herself for the future, but her body was under their power and out of her control. Besides, she felt so good. Damn, they were more addictive than crack, and she could no more say no to them than she could stop breathing.
Zoe closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation of six hands on her body touching her so intimately. Damn, it felt awesome. Then she was lifted up and being carried. She opened her eyes and gripped Monty’s shoulders as he took her through the wall into another room. She was still trying to work out where the door had been as she was set in the middle of a very large bed and the three men arranged themselves around her. Now it was Diego kissing her and Monty lying beside, her touching her breasts. Vallen lay between her legs and licked a line along her pussy lips.
Zoe gasped. Her breathing went ragged at the incredible sensations of his mouth on her cunt. Vallen nibbled along her pussy lips and sucked her clit, over and over again.
She let her legs flop wider apart while she arched her back so Monty could suck her nipples better.
Time seemed to hold still as the men kissed and licked and nibbled at her flesh and her cunt dripped cream, which Vallen licked up. When he thrust his tongue inside her pussy, she squealed, but Diego immediately covered her lips with his, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as Vallen’s was fucking her cunt.
Zoe had a mental picture of herself thrashing around on the bed, trying to keep her body in contact with all the men at once. This was the exact picture she’d imagined in some of the books she’d read. Even when Leah had begun dating three men, it’d never occurred to Zoe that she’d be doing this. Maybe it was stupid. Maybe she was nothing more than a lemming throwing herself off the cliff after her sisters. But, damn! It was a hell of a good feeling jumping off the cliff.
“Let us fuck you, Zoe. Let us put our cocks where my tongue has been. You’ll enjoy it, we promise,” said Vallen.
Zoe was sure she would enjoy it, even if it was supposed to hurt the first time. But she wasn’t going to end up like Maia.
“Condoms,” she replied.
Vallen moved away from her, and she supposed he was getting a condom, but she couldn’t see. Montague had lifted her head and shoulders onto his lap and was stroking her breasts and stretching her nipples while pressing soft kisses to her eyebrows and her nose and other silly places.
Then the men changed positions again. Diego rested her feet one on each of his shoulders and rubbed his cock along her pussy lips. She opened her mouth, but Vallen pressed his lips to hers. “Taste your cream on my mouth. You taste delicious, Zoe.”
Vallen kissed her deep and hard, dancing his tongue against hers, tasting every bit of her mouth. Monty’s hands were on her breasts, rubbing and stretching and rolling her nipples. Diego rubbed her clit then stretched and stroked it, and an orgasm burst over her body. Just as the men had promised, it was the best one ever.
Her cunt clenched, and waves of pleasure rolled though her, and in that exact moment, Diego lifted her ass high and drove his cock deep into her cunt, stretching it wide, filling her beyond anything she’d ever imagined. There was an instant of sharp pain as her hymen broke, and then her orgasm grew stronger as someone was sucking her nipples. The fingers on her clit kept rubbing it, the lips on hers became more passionate, and Diego started to fuck her properly, driving her need higher and higher.
Her hips thrashed as she tried to follow his rhythm, and when Vallen stopped kissing her, it was only long enough for her to take a breath before his tongue was back in her mouth, fucking her there again.
Monty was lying beside her now, rolling her nipple around with his lips, pressing it with his tongue, rubbing it on the roof of his mouth. Someone was petting her belly, her thighs, and her sides.
Zoe gripped Monty’s and Vallen’s arms as she slammed her hips up to match Diego’s strokes, wanting more, more, and then a second orgasm rolled through her body, crashing through her, leaving her limp and panting, unable to even open her eyes anymore.
Diego thrust inside her a few more times before lowering her legs and holding her tightly. Well, they were all holding her. They’d all contributed to her orgasms. Zoe knew Diego might have been the one who actually claimed her virginity, but it was absolutely a team effort. Each of them had aroused her higher and higher, building on each other’s effort.
Diego kissed her. “Thank you. You’re wonderful.”
“Thank you all. You gave me the orgasm you promised. It—they—were better than any before them.”
“On Saturday, after Maia’s mating ceremony, will you come here and play in the dungeon with us? We can guarantee you much better orgasms if you let us demonstrate some of the equipment on you first.”
“Yes.”
Zoe blinked at her own answer. Her brain hadn’t been involved in that decision at all. It must have been her hormones speaking. But she would like to try out the spanking bench and the St Andrew’s Cross and some of the other things
They all kissed her, and then Vallen lifted her into his arms. “Time for a shower.”
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Vallen held her close to his body, listening to her heart beat against his flesh. This was how it should be forever more. Their hearts beating as one, as a mated foursome, their woman and them. He knew it was much too soon to start making those kinds of suggestions though. Her cunt would be sore from her first time at sex. But hopefully, by Saturday, it’d be well and truly healed and she’d be hungry to experience them again.
He couldn’t wait to teach her some new tricks. Having her in the dungeon with them all would be amazing. And then they’d fuck her and introduce her to ménage sex. Hell yes.
Diego turned the shower on while Monty put a tube of soothing gel on the sink to use later. Vallen didn’t want to put Zoe down, but she was wiggling, indicating she was ready to stand on her own two feet. Unfortunately. He’d have been happy to hold her for much longer.
The shower was plenty big enough for four of them. It was a stand-alone one, not situated over a tub, with glass walls and a glass
door, intended to be used by several people at once—the Dom and his sub or ménages.
Vallen kneeled at her feet and rubbed shower gel into her feet, massaging each foot and ankle before reaching up to her calves. He looked up, and Monty was standing behind her, rubbing shampoo into her hair, massaging her scalp. Diego had her hand and was sucking the soft skin of her inner wrist. Zoe’s eyes were closed, her body relaxed, with a smile on her face. Excellent. Maybe some more progress could be made today after all.
He washed behind her knees, and still without opening her eyes, she widened her stance. Diego filled his palm with shower gel and continued washing her arm while Monty rinsed the shampoo from her hair. Vallen kept a focus on the progress of the others as he worked his way up to Zoe’s inner thighs. Monty nodded to him and held Zoe’s head against his shoulder, kissing her face as Diego massaged her breasts.
Vallen rubbed shower gel into her mound, letting the bubbles foam and froth over her pussy before he massaged her clit. It was still extended and hard, telling him just as clearly as her actions that she was enjoying herself. He slid two fingers inside her pussy and reached for her magic spot, twisting them until she sighed happily and he recognized the patch of slightly rougher skin.
Vallen fucked her gently but purposefully with his fingers as his brothers made love to her mouth and her breasts, and he was rewarded with a flood of cream.
He stepped out of the shower and grabbed the soothing gel, rinsing his hand before squeezing large dollops on it and rubbing her channel walls with his fingers, not wanting her to be too sore after she got home.
Meanwhile his brothers rinsed her skin, cleansing and kissing her.
Damn, he was going to miss her so much until Saturday night. But they really weren’t needed all the time at the church now that both sisters were back.
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