by Cara Adams
The paddle landed on her ass. Rowan had hit her hard, and the paddle packed quite a lot of force. Her first instinct was to complain, but then warmth filled her skin where he’d spanked her, and she wanted him to do it again.
The paddle landed on her other ass cheek, then on the top of each thigh, first the right one, then the left. Every time, her skin burned with heat, and she was filled with desire. And then she knew she could be more aroused. What she’d felt before was good, but what she was feeling now was even better. Deep in her belly desire was clawing at her, need rising inside her, and every time the paddle landed on her ass the tension was raised another degree, driving her up and up toward the highest peak of the mountain.
Just when she thought one more spank and she’d come, the mitten was stroked up and down her back. It was soft and furry like Kitten, so gentle and sweet, the contrast to the spanking was intense. But somehow the contrast was just what she needed. It made her even more aware of her own needs and desires. The sweet softness was the perfect contrast to the heat in her ass.
After a few passes up and down her back, just when she was starting to really enjoy the soft fur, Mike moved around and something harsh and scratchy scraped down her skin. Ellie jerked on the bed and pulled on her handcuffs. What the flying fuck is that?
Again it scraped the length of her back as harsh as sandpaper, making her skin respond by heating and prickling and objecting to the sensation.
As harsh as sandpaper. So that’s what the mitten was all about. Fur on one side and sandpaper on the other. Holy shit, what a contrast. Yet both of them had their place. Using such totally opposite fabrics was just as arousing in its way as the paddling, and doubly effective because of the shock factor. Her body had gotten used to one medium and then was jolted out of its complacency by the touch of the other one.
The men played with her body then. Rowan was pulling the butt plug in and out, twisting it around and driving her insane with light touches on her ass and thighs. All the while Mike was petting her with fur or scraping the sandpaper on her skin, moving from her shoulders to her back and even to her legs. All she could think of was the need to come.
Again and again she wanted to tell them to stop teasing her and just fuck her, but each time she reminded herself this was all about trusting Rowan to make the experience the best he could for her and that she needed to do it his way. But damn it was difficult to let him have free rein.
There must have been some communication between the men, because Mike sat on the bed, then lifted her body so he was sliding underneath her, his head popping up between her arms, his body aligned with hers. Neither man had spoken a word, yet the entire scene had flowed smoothly and now Ellie understood how used these two wolves were to working together, to reading each other’s body language, to automatically supporting each other. They were much more than just a business team, they genuinely cared for each other and responded to each other’s needs.
Mike braced her thighs apart then pressed his cock at her entry. She was so very wet she absorbed him inside her instantly, sucking him deep until she was full and stretched around his cock. Oh, that was good. She’d been desperate to be filled, and he filled her to perfection.
Now she needed him to move. But of course he couldn’t. They had to wait for Rowan. It was Rowan’s turn to enter her now. She was about to experience her very first time with two men inside her. Ellie’s heart was pounding with excitement, and she needed to do something, but she couldn’t even clutch Mike’s shoulders with her hands raised above her head and cuffed like this.
Ellie experienced a moment of sharp frustration and forced herself to relax. It’s all about trusting the Dom, remember. He’s given me an amazing evening so far. I just need to keep trusting him and the rest of the evening will be even better.
Finally Rowan’s thighs were resting against her legs and his cock was pressing at her rear entry. He had to push a bit—he must have been quite a bit bigger than the butt plug—but then he was sliding down her channel, stretching her tissues wider than they’d ever been before, filling her until she was sure her skin would split apart. But her body accepted them, adjusted around them, gripped the two cocks tightly, and she understood at last what Ambrielle had hinted at. She was so full she couldn’t believe her body was capable of containing them both. But it did. She was so mad with the need to come she found it a strain to wait a second longer. But she did. Reality defied belief, but it was real and she was about to take a leap into the next stage of the unknown.
The two men gripped her tightly between them. Rowan’s hands were on her hips and Mike’s on her shoulders. Her arms stretched above her head, her body wedged between the men, Ellie had zero control, but it still felt good. She did trust them to take care of her.
Finally they both withdrew a little from her. In a few seconds she went from overfull and stretched beyond imagining to half-empty. Ellie opened her mouth to complain, but shut it again. They knew what they were doing. Well, she hoped they did.
Gradually they pressed into her again, and she was back to being full. The next time they pulled even farther out from her until just the heads of their cocks were inside her. She wanted to kick and scream and demand they move faster, fill her deeper, but resolutely she kept her lips shut tightly and waited.
Ah, now she was full again and content. Then empty. God dammit, they were killing her here.
But soon she began to move her hips with them to relish the ultraslow progress they were making. The more she tried to wiggle the tighter they held her, until she was certain her hips would be bruised. But she didn’t care because finally they were moving faster, thrusting deeper inside her. The pace increased again, and now she lay still between them as they slammed into her. The orgasm which had been building inside her for what seemed like weeks crashed through her body and exploded. For the first time in her life Ellie screamed as she came, the top of her head blasting off with the power of the explosion so deep inside her. She saw more fireworks than the average Fourth of July behind her eyelids as the climax rocked her to the core, then spat her out the other side of the tornado. Her legs and feet thrashed, her arms rattled in their chains, and her body convulsed.
She felt the heat inside her that told her both men had come as well, then hands were patting and soothing her, but she really couldn’t think. Her body was still alive with the sensations she’d just experienced. Her cunt was still giving occasional little quivers, and her toes hadn’t uncurled yet.
Both men pulled out of her, then Rowan was untying her hands, removing the handcuffs from her wrists, and Mike was rubbing her shoulders. She hadn’t been aware of it, but once he started massaging her there, she realized she must have been pulling on her bindings, because her upper arms and shoulders were stiff. Both of them, so it wasn’t just from her father grabbing her earlier. Mike’s hands were so gentle and so very good at removing the tension knots, she was almost asleep when Rowan picked her up and said, “Come on, Ellie. Time for a shower.”
“We already did that. Isn’t there a drought in Texas right now?”
“Quite likely, but this is Ohio and we need another shower.”
In short order the men had washed her and put her back to bed. Rowan filled her ass with cool gel, and Mike rubbed a sweet-smelling lotion into her shoulders and on her bruised wrist. Ellie was too exhausted to mumble more than, “Thank you.”
Mike rolled her on her side in the bed and pulled the bedding up over her. Ellie was almost asleep when she heard a buzzing. She had no idea what it was until Rowan answered softly, “Fucking hell. I’ll be right there. Get Karen and send her along as well. Mike will stay with Ellie.”
She wanted to ask what was going on and why Rowan’s sister was involved. She opened her mouth, but the words wouldn’t come. Mike was stroking her hair now, massaging her head the way he’d done before. In a minute. She’d ask what the problem was in a minute.
* * * *
Rowan threw his clothes on and raced fr
om the apartment, only stopping to check the door had locked behind him. He ran down the stairs to the parking lot and jumped into his car, driving too fast to the gate house. The guard had seen him coming and already had raised the boom for him. Rowan waved his thanks and burned rubber, heading for the main road and the shape-shifter clinic.
Only when he was sure it was safe did he pick up his cell phone again and dial Josie. “What the fuck’s going on?”
“Hi, Rowan. I haven’t had any sleep tonight yet either, but I still have my manners.”
“Sorry, Josie. Let me try that again. Can you please tell me what’s happening?”
He heard a slight snigger from Josie at his obedience to her command, then she was all business. “A bunch of teenagers threw a mattress onto the wall at the shape-shifter clinic, climbed over the wall, and tried to break in. They were somewhat unlucky in that Harry Harrison was there checking things out and caught one of them who happened to be carrying a sealed jar of wolf spiders. He handcuffed the young man and also cuffed his ankles, laid him on his front, and rested the jar on the teenager’s back. The teenager was quite happy to tell Harry what was going on, and Harry taped the conversation on his phone.”
Now it was Rowan who was trying not to laugh.
“You’ve gotta hand it to the bear. He has a nice line in questioning a suspect.”
“Yes, well, Oscar, Harry, and a couple of the other wolves are now scouring the place for teenagers and poisonous bugs. I’ve called Karen and a couple of the other women, and they’ll come sit with the patients while the rest of the staff continue searching. Latest count they’d caught another teenager who still had his container of spiders, but Harry’s volunteer said there were four of them and Oscar’s team is not giving up until they’re certain everything is under control.”
“Is someone bringing along some bug spray? That surface stuff. They could put it on the floor at the exits and around the windows as well.”
“Excellent idea, Rowan. I’ll get the girls to stop off and pick up some cans.”
Rowan drove as fast as he considered safe, trying not to think about what poisonous spiders could do to people ill in bed and unable to move to flick them off their bodies or get out of the way. And wolf spiders would run after prey. A sick person might not be able to move fast enough to lift their feet off the ground if a spider decided a toe looked tasty. Damn, that was such a simple thing, but so nasty a trick to play on ill people. And yet, once again, it was something that could be dismissed as a teenage prank, like the metal on the road. It had the potential to kill someone, yet was also the sort of thing a stupid kid might innocently think was funny.
Whoever was planning these attacks was damn devious and clever. In every case they were frightening, rendering the person attacked powerless. Yet in a court of law a kid who stood up and acted sweet, young, and dumb could easily get away with the attack as a childish game.
Hmm. Unless they were the same kids who’d put the metal on the road. If it was the same kids surely the judge wouldn’t let them off a second time with an attack at the same clinic.
Suddenly Rowan realized he’d never found out what had happened about the kids who’d put the caltrops and tacks on the road outside the clinic that day. Once again he hit his cell phone’s speed dial for Josie.
“Josie.”
“Hi, Josie. It’s Rowan again. I was wondering what had happened to the teenagers who put the tire shredders on the road outside the shape-shifter clinic. In particular I was wondering if they got let off with a warning or similar and tonight’s trouble is the same kids again.”
“Now that is a very interesting question. Harry Harrison is rather busy right now, but I’ll follow it up and also contact attorney Sierra Bond. She was going to keep an eye on those kids and that case for us.”
“Thanks, Josie.”
Rowan put his cell phone down and concentrated on the rest of the journey to the clinic. Right now he should be lying in bed with Mike and Ellie, remembering the wonderful sex they’d shared, memorizing her beautiful body and planning what they’d do tomorrow night. He was sure she’d enjoyed his little scene. It was nothing very amazing, although she hadn’t been expecting the mitten. He’d seen the surprise in her body language. She’d enjoyed the spanking, reacted well to the handcuffs, and come damn hard in the end. Everything a Dom could wish for and more.
Mike had been amazing, too. He’d helped seduce Ellie and worked seamlessly with Rowan to increase her sensitivity and deepen the impact of the scene. Mike was just as important a part of the triad as Ellie. But what Rowan wanted to do now was get them in a dungeon so he could try out a lot more toys on them both.
Unfortunately it didn’t seem as if that would happen any time soon. If the kids were out and about looking for trouble again, he and Mike needed to concentrate on protecting her.
Then there was Ellie’s father and the need to care for her grandmother. How could a man bash his own mother in the face? That was obscene. Rowan needed to keep a watch on that situation. He’d tipped the staff to protect the old lady, but anyone could offer them more money to give someone access to her. It was just something else he needed to tackle, and the sooner the better.
The gate at the clinic was shut and Jayden Powell, a security guard friend of Harry Harrison’s, was standing in front of it, his hand on his weapon. When he saw Rowan he nodded and opened the gate, but it was closed so close behind him Rowan was glad he hadn’t taken his foot off the accelerator or the trunk might have gotten crushed.
Jayden nodded to Rowan. “You’ll have to park in the driveway and keep a good lookout for insects. There’s still one kid not accounted for.”
“Damn. I wish I was wearing boots.”
“When you get to the clinic there’s a can of insect repellant and a pile of zip ties at the front door. Spray your shoes then tie up your pant legs.”
Rowan nodded his thanks. Yes, he would do that. He was big and healthy so one or two spider bites wouldn’t hurt him. But a jar full of spiders was something else again. And for some of the patients, their immune systems might be so weak even one bite was very bad news. How could these kids act this way? Hadn’t they spent a moment thinking of the potential consequences? But then, they obviously hadn’t considered someone losing control of their car and killing themselves when they placed the tire shredders, so likely they hadn’t thought through the possible things that could go wrong with a shitload of spiders either.
Rowan was given an extra large flashlight, and for the next four hours he searched every inch of the clinic and its grounds for spiders and the missing teenager.
The police came and took away the other three young men, promising not to release them until midmorning at the earliest. However Rowan was certain the kids were going to get let off. Josie had called back and said they’d gotten a fine and a warning last time although Sierra had argued for a stronger punishment. Still, their names were on record and surely they wouldn’t get away with it again. But Rowan wasn’t convinced. He couldn’t reassure himself that everything would be all right.
Shortly after seven as usual Ellie arrived at work with Mike standing possessively close to her. Mike was dressed in his normal clothes but Ellie was wearing her jeans tucked inside long boots, and a shirt that gripped her wrists tightly. At least she’d had the sense to dress carefully, even though he’d have preferred her to stay home.
There was still no sign of the fourth teenager, but there was also no sign of a jar left behind with or without spiders, so the men who’d been up all night were about to leave.
Ellie stared up at the roof of the clinic. “Once, when my older brother was in trouble, he hid in the roof space. Has the clinic got an area like that? A place between the ceiling and the roofline where someone could hide?”
Oscar answered her thoughtfully. “Yes, it has. But how would anyone get up there.”
“A shape-shifter wouldn’t find it difficult.”
Rowan and Mike stared at her. For a m
oment Rowan even wondered if she was thinking of a specific person. But how could she? She’d mentioned her brother. She must just be thinking of some incident from her childhood.
Oscar and two of the other men went to look in the crawl space under the roof, while Rowan feasted his gaze on Ellie. She was so lovely. He wanted her so much. Without stopping to think, he said, “Ellie, will you stay with Mike and me please? We can work out all the details later, but I can’t bear the thought of you leaving us. I know Mike feels the same.”
“I do. You’re mine, Ellie. You belong to us.”
“I want that, but it’s too difficult. There’s too many other things. My family…”
“Your family has fucked up enough of your life already. Rowan and I will deal with them from now on. We’ll protect you and your grandmother,” said Mike fiercely. Rowan had never heard him speak so strongly before, but he agreed with every word Mike had said.
“I…I want you both, but I don’t think it’s possible. And my grandma is a cat, remember.”
“Let us deal with that. It might take a while, but we’ll work through the issues one at a time. We won’t do anything you don’t want us to do. You do want to be with us, don’t you? You just said you do.”
“I do. But—”
Ellie broke off at the sound of crashing and screaming coming from the clinic.
Rowan watched as a young man smashed the tiles off the roof and clambered out onto it, holding a jar high.
“If you try to follow me, I’ll throw the bottle in there and kill you all!” he yelled.
Ellie stepped over onto the pathway. “Hello, Adam. In trouble again, are you?”
The man turned to her and screamed, throwing the glass bottle at her with all his strength.
Chapter Seven
Ellie saw the large glass container coming right at her head as if it were in slow motion. I wish I was wearing a hat, or even better, a gridiron helmet.
