by Cara Adams
As a mechanic himself, such things were important to him. He liked his tools where he could find then easily, and hated the thought of stepping in puddles of oil or grease all the time. His workshop was always orderly and swept clean, too.
Jill stood still and turned in place, looking around her, and then she marched over to a row of pegs on the front wall of the shed and unzipped her dress, then hung it from a peg. Keir hid a smile. He guessed those pegs were meant for raincoats or snowsuits, but it was the perfect place for her to put her lovely gown. She was not only smart, but a quick thinker. That made her even more valuable in his eyes. He was ready to love any woman who’d agree to mate with them. But a smart woman would be so much easier to love because there would be a much bigger range of things they could talk about and do together.
When Jill and Jarrah were both naked he marched around them, looking at Jill’s lush curves, her heavy breasts and round ass. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. He flicked the rope again for effect. “Come here, Jarrah.”
He made Jarrah stand under the eye bolts and tied his arms with the rope hanging from the roof of the shed. He wanted Jarrah’s shoulders to feel the pull, but not so much he’d be incapacitated tomorrow. When it was Jill’s turn he tied her with a little more freedom, giving her just a hint of tension in her arms so she wouldn’t be inclined to rest them.
He’d tucked the short length of rope through his belt while he tied them up. Now he pulled it out again, cracking it a few times. He wanted them focused on the rope and not thinking about what else he might use on them, Then without anymore playing around or warning, he slashed the rope over Jarrah’s shoulders in three fast, fierce hits, then over his ass. He was a lot more careful with Jill, not sure what she was used to or how much force she could take. He’d never whipped a human female before. Well, he’d never whipped any female or any humans. His only experience was with male wolves. His two strokes across her ass were firm, but he was confident they wouldn’t bruise her. He flipped the rope between Jarrah’s thighs, noting how his sub’s cock was fully engorged standing up and out from his body. Sadly, there’d be no sex tonight. But he’d let Jarrah finish himself off while Jill watched later. He wanted to watch her watching Jarrah. It should prove most informative. But for now, he whipped her just once over her shoulders before walking across to the work bench.
He took a regular brush in one hand and a wire brush in the other. Then he stood behind them both where they couldn’t see what he was doing and stroked up and down their spines with one then the other in a totally random pattern. Both his subs seemed to enjoy the teasing. The wire brush was harsh and even the normal brush wasn’t soft, but it wouldn’t hurt at all. It was the contrast that made them effective, and the random pattern he was using on his subs. Finally he put both brushes down and whipped the rope over both their asses again.
He untied Jill then led her into the center of the floor. “Kneel, but keep your head up.” He watched as she followed his instructions then he untied Jarrah.
“Stand in front of her. Very close but not touching her.”
Jarrah moved where he’d indicated.
“Would you like to come, Jarrah? Your cock tells me you would. Is it a true indication of how you feel?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Does he deserve to come, Jill? Would you like to see him come?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Very well, Jarrah. Jack off and come on her breasts.”
Keir watched Jill lick her lips and knew she was pleased with what was about to happen. That was good. It was so important he entice her, not scare her away. Jarrah spat on his hand and began tugging on his cock. He twisted his hand at the top of each stroke and Keir knew he was very close to coming. Jill’s gaze was fixed on Jarrah’s cock. Her tongue was resting on her lower lip and her hands were clenched into fists at her sides. Instantly Keir knew she could come very easily as well.
Jarrah rolled his balls with his other hand as he tugged his cock very fast now. Then he groaned and cum erupted from the head of his cock. He leaned over Jill and spilled his seed on her breasts.
“Let her taste some,” he ordered Jarrah.
Jarrah tilted his cock toward her face and she stuck out her tongue. A jet of seed splashed over her tongue and her chin, and she licked it up, smiling. Oh yes, she was no shy princess this woman. She was all woman and more than ready to play all their games.
“Do you want to come now, Jill?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then do it. Finish yourself off.”
She blinked at him then one hand dived down to her pussy, her fingers disappearing into her channel. Her gaze remained on Jarrah’s naked body, especially his cock, which was still engorged with a covering of cum on the head. Her other hand reached up to one breast and began teasing her nipple.
Her breasts were delightful. Large and round with dark-brown nipples and large areolas. He wouldn’t mind helping her right now, by putting his mouth on her breasts and his hands—or his cock—where her fingers were. But he’d promised no sex and had to keep his word. It was imperative that tonight aroused her and made her want to see more of them. He couldn’t risk scaring her away. He had to entice her, show her that there was so much more they could offer her, if she’d spend more time with them.
He knew the exact moment when she broke. A shiver ran right through her body, and then she shuddered and her hands went still. She closed her eyes and breathed heavily for a few minutes, and he had to hide his grin. Not all women could orgasm as easily as that. It was just another wonderful bonus to this woman.
He pulled a packet of wipes from his back pocket and handed them to her. Obediently, she cleaned herself up and handed the wipes to Jarrah, who did the same.
“This scene has concluded. You may get dressed. Would you like to join us for coffee, Jill?”
She only hesitated for the briefest moment before saying, “I’ll join you for coffee in the main building. Not in your cabin.”
“I accept your terms.” Keir turned and pulled down the ropes, rolling them up and replacing them on the work bench. He’d already laid the two brushes back where he’d found them. Tomorrow he’d bring some of his own toys here.
By the time he was ready to go, Jarrah was dressed and Jill was patting her hair. It looked fine to him. It was dark brown and just sat on her shoulders. He could picture himself wrapping it around his hand as he fucked her. But now he had to get his mind into a more socially acceptable mold. There’d be other people around them at the coffee stall and he couldn’t afford to reveal his plans to other wolves at this stage.
* * * *
Coming on her breasts was the most erotic thing Jarrah had done in a long time. Coming inside her would have been even better, but for a first date he thought the evening had gone really well. And he’d gotten to touch her while they danced, although he’d been very careful not to do anything she could object to. He had no intention of being thrown out of the DADISP for inappropriate behavior.
Cautiously he rested his palm on her elbow as they walked back toward the main building. She made no attempt to wiggle away from him so he enjoyed the slight contact and imagined himself touching her much more intimately soon. Maybe even tomorrow.
“Tell us about Carnal Connections. What is the community like?” asked Keir.
Ah, good conversation topic. He’d like to know, too.
“A group of people who live the BDSM lifestyle wanted to be in a community where they could practice their lifestyle in total freedom. During the global financial crisis a large block of land came on the market about a half hour out of town. There was a big old house on the property, and a couple of smaller cabins. We worked out if we all pooled our resources we could buy it because the price was very low thanks to the economic situation. So that’s what we did. A group of us bought the property together and we all lived in the old house at first. Gradually some people built their own houses on the land and we all work together to make it a success.”
Even though it was after midnight, all the stores in the conference center were still open. The main building had a huge foyer area, before the large double doors into the ballroom. This foyer area had been divided into shop fronts for all sorts of booths during the DADISP. Even though it was late at night, people were walking around the stalls. Some of them wore their party clothes, and others had changed back into jeans. The coffee shop was quite busy as was the sandwich stand.
“I’m hungry. How about we have a sandwich as well as a coffee?” said Jarrah, his stomach demanding food after an energetic evening, dancing then playing a scene.
“I’ll wait here for the coffees. Can you get me a BLT on rye?” asked Keir.
“Sure. What about you, Jill? What kind of sandwich would you like?”
“I don’t usually eat this late at night, but then I don’t have to get up in the morning for work, so I guess I can sleep as late as I like and skip breakfast.”
They started at the end of the counter choosing their breads, then their fillings. Jarrah made Keir’s BLT and a tuna salad on sourdough for himself, while Jill chose a cheese and tomato bagel which she had toasted.
When they got back to the table, the coffees had arrived and they sank into their chairs, eating and drinking hungrily. Jarrah tried to remember to be a gentleman and to chew slowly, but he felt much more like a wolf right now, and the sandwich didn’t last long.
“You said there were wolves there at Carnal Connections as well as panthers?” he asked, as he sipped the last of his coffee.
“That’s right. A few of the original people were wolves, although most of us didn’t know that at the time. The panthers came to us for security when their women were being attacked. We’re a much bigger community now, but people work and we’re self-sufficient to quite a degree. We have a big vegetable garden and an orchard that provides quite a useful percentage of our food. Everyone contributes to the upkeep as well. It’s a good place to live. I’ve been very happy there.”
“Yet you’re considering leaving,” said Keir.
“That’s true. I’m thirty. It’s time for me to open my mind and my heart to other things. But what about you two? What do you do? Do you work for the pack or have you got other jobs?”
Jarrah answered this time, wanting to give her some insight into the community in which he lived and which he knew would welcome her. “Our pack is run as a business. Over one hundred fifty years ago, our ancestors settled on the land and began farming. After a while they stopped dividing the land when a couple married, and everything is owned and farmed communally. Nowadays it’s run as a business. We farm specialty crops that fetch high prices and have our own refrigerated truck to deliver the foods to airports to cut out the middle man and make deliveries faster so everything arrives fresher.”
“Also, our Alpha is mated to a human in a ménage, as are two other triads. Each of them is two male wolves with a human woman. There’s another triad with a woman from another species as well, so you wouldn’t be alone. There’d be human women for you to talk to as well as the other women and other people in ménages, too.”
“But you didn’t actually tell me what you do,” Jill said gently.
Jarrah was surprised she’d noticed that. He thought they’d given her quite a lot of information. “I’m in IT. I keep the computers running, update the website, upgrade firewalls and spam filters, all that type of thing.”
“I’m a mechanic. I keep all the trucks, tractors, motorcycles, the eighteen-wheeler, and the machinery running. There are pumps and air filters for the crops, the furnace for the main building, and all sorts of other things, always ready to break down,” added Keir.
“And if I went there, what would I do?” asked Jill.
Fuck. She asked the most difficult questions. Jarrah wanted to answer her honestly and fully, but it was hard to know what to say. He didn’t want to bury her under a mass of boring and irrelevant information, but he didn’t want to seem to be ignoring her either. Fortunately Keir stepped up with an answer.
“I wouldn’t rush in. I’d look around at the business and see what interests you. Decide what kind of work you’d like to do. I imagine if you wanted to, you could do a very similar job to whatever you already do at Carnal Connections. But if you wanted to change, there’d be room for that, too. The business is continually growing, slowly but steadily. Jasper’s made some good improvements over the years, and they’re all paying off now.”
Jill nodded, and then she collected all the trash and took it over to a trash can. Instead of sitting down again, she stood behind her chair. “Thank you for this evening. It’s been quite an experience.” Then she walked away.
Jarrah jumped to his feet to follow her, but Keir shook his head.
“If she wanted us to walk with her, she wouldn’t have left like that. She wants time and space to think about everything, so we have to give her that.”
Jarrah felt sick. “But what if she decides she doesn’t want us?”
“Well then, we’ll just have to change her mind.”
But Jarrah had the feeling it might not be so easy. Not with very nearly two hundred men here to woo her. She has to like us. She just has to!
Chapter Two
Jill had a lot to think about. She crept into the cabin, noticing Bethany, who’d come with her from Carnal Connections, was already in bed and breathing deeply. Jill closed the cabin door silently and removed her shoes and dress before going into the bathroom. In the bathroom, she shut the door before turning the light on, not wanting to disturb Bethany, then took a long hot shower, making sure she washed any lingering traces of Jarrah’s cum from her body.
It’d been incredibly erotic when he’d shot his seed onto her breasts like that. In fact, the entire scene in the maintenance shed had sent her libido well into the red zone, but she wasn’t ready to make any decisions about the future yet. Not on the first day of the conference. No, she planned to keep her options open until the very end. Who knows, but Mr. Right might not make himself known until then.
First there was Sloan. A good-looking and completely charming man. His proposal that she move out to his pack and chose another man or two aroused her. She liked the inherent excitement and danger in the idea. What woman wouldn’t want ten men vying for her attention? Besides, she’d be genuinely wanted and needed in that pack. A valued member of the group.
But Keir and Jarrah appealed to her, too. They were also extremely yummy and kind. The BDSM scene had been so very simple, yet totally fulfilling. She desperately needed a Dom and to find a Dom as well as a mate would be amazing. But their pack was so well organized and well resourced, did they really need her? With human women and an interspecies woman there, already they’d have lots of connections for Jarrah and Keir to find a mate if she said no. Whereas Sloan sounded like his pack really needed her.
She toweled herself dry and turned off the bathroom light, but left the door open as she tiptoed to her bed and slid under the covers. It was just as well she didn’t have to give them an answer because she sure as hell didn’t have a clue which one to prefer at this point in time. But with most of the week still to go, either she’d discover other men that suited her even better, or she’d come to a decision.
Everyone she’d danced with had been polite, friendly, interesting. Quite a few of them very also very good-looking. As were Sloan, Keir, and Jarrah. But looks weren’t everything. An ugly man who wanted her, needed her, and loved her with passionate devotion would be a much better choice than a pretty man who didn’t care so much about her and her needs.
Or she could have sex with them. That way she’d learn plenty about them, such as how loving and giving they really were. Plenty of men still hadn’t gotten the memo about the woman’s orgasm being equally as important as theirs. The only way to test that out was in bed. But not yet. She hadn’t even seen Keir naked yet. Or Sloan, although he’d offered.
One thing she’d talked about with Jarrah and Keir, which had made he
r think, was that she didn’t really know what she wanted to do. Oh, well, she wanted to find the right men and a Dom, but as to what work she wanted to do for the next thirty years she really didn’t have the faintest idea. Before she’d lived at Carnal Connections she’d been a very ordinary office worker. She’d answered telephones and emails, printed out invoices and receipts, the standard kind of paperwork every business had to deal with.
She did much the same work at Carnal Connections, helping Lucy in the office, but she also helped with the cooking. Although, now they’d hired Alyce to manage the dining room and kitchen, she wasn’t needed there as much as she’d been in the past. That was another reason why this was a good time for her to move on.
But what did she really want to work at in future? Likely she’d better talk to Sloan about that. She hadn’t brought up the possibility of her working with him. It’d be interesting to hear his opinions on a job for her.
Five more days. Plenty of time to check out more of the men, too. She’d danced with how many tonight? She stretched her calf muscles then wiggled her toes. A hell of a lot, but nowhere near two hundred. So there were a lot more men for her to look at before she needed to think about making a decision.
Mmm men. Yummy, yummy wolves.
* * * *
Bethany, who was part panther and part human, had arranged for herself and Jill to meet two other human women, Angie and Ruth, for lunch, and then to go and have their nails polished at the beautician. Jill wasn’t used to have someone else plan her day, but she liked the idea of spending time with the other women, and a few hours at the beauty parlor would be fun, so she made no complaints and joined in happily.
