by Cara Adams
“I’ve watched two men double fuck a woman, but I’ve never participated in it. It certainly looked very arousing,” said Jill.
Keir was impressed that she’d even watched such a thing. “Where did you see that?” he asked.
“It was part of a BDSM demonstration.”
“Do you have any more questions, or may we both fuck you now?”
“I need to know how I would become part of your pack, your community, your business.”
“You would need to swear allegiance to our Alpha. These days he’s more the CEO of the business, but he is also the ultimate authority in the pack, our leader. He is an honorable man, a man of integrity, wisdom, and courage. Apart from that, it would just be a matter of you deciding what things you wanted to do. Presumably you’d start by moving into my farmhouse and renovating and refurnishing it so it was comfortable for you to live in, but you could find a job in the business if you wanted to, or do a craft. It’d be completely up to you. Our womenfolk choose to work or not work as they please. Our men don’t have to work for the pack. They can get a job in town if they prefer. For you it’d be the same.”
“What about the human women already in the pack? What do they do?”
“Taige, Eve, and Ginnie are all artists who run a craft market together. That’s how our men met them. Bianca, the redhead who you will have seen here, and who did a lot of the organizing for the DADISP, is also an artist. Previously she had another job. I have no idea what she will choose to do after this party finishes. And she’s not human. She’s a red fox,” added Keir.
He watched a smile break out across Jill’s face, and flicked a glance at Jarrah. Jarrah seemed to be a little tense, but he should relax now that Jill seemed to be okay with the answers they’d given her.
“All right. I’m not making any promises about anything yet. You both need to know I’m still very attracted to Sloan, as much as I am to both of you, but I agree you can double fuck me. Ever since I watched Nicholas and Curtis fuck Autumn, I’ve wanted to do that with two men.”
* * * *
Jill wasn’t sure whether she’d made a firm decision yet about if these men were her perfect mates, but she’d decided she wasn’t going to look any further at the DADISP. She’d been telling herself not to rush into a hasty choice and to keep her options open, but she no longer wanted to do that. Maybe Jarrah and Keir had been a rush decision, but they fit her so well and seemed to understand her needs, so she felt impelled to take this step. Even though Sloan also tugged at her heart and she couldn’t forget him and his need for a mate for his pack. If at the conclusion of the party she still needed more time to finalize the decision, likely she’d go visit with them for a while or something. But right now, she was ready to find out if they were caring and considerate lovers.
If she was honest, she already knew they would be. They’d been thoughtful about everything else. But hell, it was something she needed to know, and she’d been wanting to get in bed with them for two whole days now, so she wasn’t going to wait any longer.
Keir walked across the cabin and pulled back the quilt off one of the beds. The beds were the same size as in her cabin, plenty big enough for two and likely big enough for three. Then Keir pulled the quilt off the other bed, and pushed the second bed over toward the first one. Ah, he’s going to join them together. Good plan. That will give us plenty of space to play in.
Jarrah hurried over to help him, and then pulled the top sheet down on each bed, before standing back, waiting for Keir’s instructions.
“A shower next, I think. Undress in here.”
Jill turned around, checking the blind was down over the window, then walked over to where her hat lay on the counter. She pulled off her boots and socks, rolling up her socks and putting them inside the boots, and then she upended her Stetson, and pulled out her belt from the loops of her jeans. She rolled the belt up and set it inside the hollow of the hat. After that, it didn’t take her long to remove her cropped top T-shirt, her jeans, and her underwear.
She turned around to look at the men, knowing that at last she’d be seeing Keir’s naked body. She was so looking forward to that, as well as finally being able to touch both the men. Keir was very muscular all over. She was going to have fun stroking all those taut muscles. Two long thick muscles in particular needed her hand on them.
Jill stared at Keir, gulped, then gasped. Ho-ly shit! The man had a Prince Albert cock piercing. Oh, fuck, she had to get her mouth on that! And what would it feel like inside her? She’d never even seen one up close and personal before, far less been fucked by one.
Standing side by side, the two men were every red-blooded woman’s wet dream. Jarrah’s red-brown hair and bright blue eyes were a vivid contrast to his lighter colored skin. His body was long, and while not precisely lean, it was more stringy muscle than chunky. Keir, on the other hand, had less noticeable coloring. His hair and eyes were brown, and his skin had definite tan lines on his arms and neck, likely from when he fixed machinery outdoors in summer. His body structure was solid muscle everywhere. Just looking at him she’d be prepared to guess he could lift a truck up to check its exhaust system, and never need to climb down into an auto repair pit. He really did look incredibly strong.
Together they were an unbeatable team of hot male yumminess. Jill could hardly wait for the fucking to begin.
“Bathroom!” ordered Keir. Oh yes, he wanted to shower first. I can do that.
Obediently, she followed Jarrah into the bathroom and stood to the side as Keir turned the faucets on and got the water running warm. The shower was almost exactly the same as in her cabin. The bathroom wasn’t as tiny as in some hotel rooms, but it wasn’t exactly spacious either, and the shower was over the tub, which meant really only one person could be under the water at a time, unlike in a freestanding shower where three people might be able to stand together.
Jill walked over to the sink and riffled through the complimentary shampoos, bath gels and other packets, grabbing the shower cap. She opened the box and took out the little plastic hat, shook her hair back behind her shoulders, and pulled it into a ponytail, then shoved the cap on her head. With the heavy thickness of her hair, it sort of tilted into a crazy French beret style, almost over one eye, but she figured it’d keep her hair reasonably dry, whereas wet, tangled, unconditioned hair would not be a sexy look at all. Of course, a shower cap wasn’t exactly sexy either, but at least her hair wouldn’t be a wet, knotted mess.
“Hey, that looks kinda cute. I like the style,” said Jarrah, smiling at her.
“Jarrah, climb in first and stand against the wall so you can wash mademoiselle’s back,” said Keir.
Jill watched Jarrah almost leap into the tub and take up his position, then climbed in after him. But instead of turning her back to him, she leaned over and kissed his lips very softly. He looked so delicious standing there, naked, patiently waiting to do whatever Keir told him to, she thought he deserved a small reward.
Keir followed her into the tub and kneeled, then said, “Turn to face me, Jill. Jarrah, steady her when I lift her foot.”
Jill watched as Keir picked up one of her feet and washed it, then replaced it to offer the same treatment to the other foot. She smiled and leaned back against Jarrah. It was so nice to be cared for like this. No one had ever washed her before. Well not since she was about three years old anyway.
Keir worked his way up her legs, paying close attention to that sensitive area behind her knees, and then he was almost up to the interesting part of the top of her thighs, when he stopped.
“Damn it. That was starting to be fun,” she complained.
“Patience, my sub.”
Now Keir took her arm and massaged her fingers and wrists with the soap, working his way along first one arm and then the other, before stopping.
“When do I get to wash you two?” she asked.
Jarrah laughed and rested his hands more firmly on her hips, stroking the skin there slightly as he did so.
“Maybe next time,” replied Keir.
Well, that was good. It meant they were planning a next time. She still hadn’t completely made her mind up about her feelings for these two men, and Sloan definitely filled his very own space in her mind and her heart. It seemed she was choosing Keir and Jarrah, though because there were two of them, and because of her need for a BDSM relationship. Yet underneath the thought of Sloan wouldn’t let her completely relax.
Jill wasn’t a fickle kind of person at all, and didn’t even have a great deal of sexual and BDSM hands-on experience. Oh sure, living in a BDSM community meant she’d been to a lot of BDSM parties and had seen all sorts of things, both amazing and arousing. But she hadn’t participated herself very much. It’d been several years since she’d been in a DOM/sub relationship, and that had been strictly her and her boyfriend of the time, and, if BDSM could ever be termed such, even rather vanilla.
So, right now, she needed to learn all she could about these two men, and whether she was a good match for them.
She also wasn’t the kind of person to sit back when she was naked, and watch the action for very long. She rubbed one hand over her soapy arm, then turned and smeared the bubbles over Jarrah’s chest. Quickly she repeated the process with her other hand then massaged both palms over his chest.
Most of the water from the shower was falling over her, but a fine misty spray had dampened Jarrah’s body and the foam coated him easily.
But she was startled by a hard slap on her ass, and then she was pulled back around to face Keir.
“Who’s a disobedient sub, then?” he asked.
“Who’s taking too long to get the main point of this party?” she replied.
Before she could catch her breath she was tipped upside down, her legs hooked over Jarrah’s shoulders and the shower water poured down over her skin. One of the men was still holding her hips, which was just as well because she was too high off the ground to use her hands to support herself.
But she still couldn’t resist saying, “I’ve heard it’s possible to fuck in this position. I’d need to be able to put my palms flat on the floor first though.”
“You’re incorrigible,” said Keir, but his voice was full of laughter, not anger.
“Oooh, I didn’t know that. But if I held you, Keir could get his cock into your juicy cunt from there. Although that might spoil his plans for what comes next. The Dom usually has a plan to follow, Jill.”
“I don’t have a problem with his plan, just at the slow speed of getting to it.” All the blood was rushing to her head, as well. She’d need to be turned upright again fairly soon. Maybe it wasn’t possible to fuck upside down after all. Unless it was all over very quickly. That might work.
Just then Keir flipped her again, and stepped out of the tub still holding her. He wrapped her in one of the big, fluffy, white towels, then carried her through to the bedroom. Gently he stood her beside the bed and patted her dry. He laid her facedown, her arms stretched above her head, her wrists handcuffed together, and the cuffs locked to a chain to the bedpost. . He moved down to the foot of the bed and Jill listened carefully, but didn’t expect the spreader bar he put between her ankles, cuffing each foot to it. Since she was expecting anal fucking, she’d assumed he would want her legs wide part. Apparently he had other plans to execute first. Well, damn it. She’d been looking forward to the double fucking and now it seemed she’d be waiting a while longer. Damn!
She turned her head to face the bathroom and caught glimpses of Keir showering and then both men getting dried. Then Keir was back in the room and she needed to look in the other direction to see what he was doing in the closet. Unfortunately he was smart and blocked her view with his body, but since she could admire his sturdy spine and neat, sculpted ass, it wasn’t really much of a hardship. Although being curious, she’d have liked to know his plans for her. Especially when it seemed they weren’t going to move straight into sex.
Jarrah stood just in the doorway from the bathroom until Keir said, “You might as well remove that silly cap from Jill’s head, while you’re waiting.
Immediately Jarrah crossed to the bed and lifted it from her head, straightening her hair and smoothing it over one shoulder so it was clear of her face. “It’s pretty. I like the way it curls just a bit and frames your face instead of falling down straight.”
“It’s very thick and takes forever to dry though,” she said.
“I like the idea of being able to touch your hair when we fuck. I like that it’s long and thick. I think I can even understand why some men choose to grow their hair, too. It’s like a special feature all of itself, kind of like a tattoo, but not so permanent.”
“That’s why I never got tattooed. I kept thinking, but what if I decide I don’t like it in three years time?”
“Well, you can always get them removed, but yeah, it might be better to wait until you’re quite sure you like the design,” said Jarrah.
“No more talking. Jarrah, lie beside Jill, on your front.”
Jill turned her head again so she could watch Jarrah as he settled beside her, resting his head on his crossed forearms. Keir came with handcuffs for him almost immediately though, so he was handcuffed and chained just like Jill. Jill had to admit the bed had provided quite a challenge for Keir, but he’d overcome every obstacle it offered him. The headboard was a flat featureless sheet of wood with no top rail, and the posts were not very tall, but they did have a knob on the top so he’d been able to tie a chain around the neck of the bedpost.
Keir draped the towel over her head, and from the sounds of fabric beside her, she guessed another towel was being placed over Jarrah’s head. She waited patiently. The towels were white so she was sure she’d get at least some vision back soon.
“You’re a mouthy, disobedient sub. You need to be taught to be silent and wait patiently while your Dom prepares the scene for you. No more talking.” Thud went the paddle firmly on her ass. It was no plastic toy this time, but a real paddle. Still, Keir was correct. She’d been deliberately pushing all sorts of boundaries with them tonight, wanting to get to the fucking. However, a nice ass paddling would suit her just fine in the meantime.
Keir had a steady rhythm with his punishment. Each stroke was firm and even on her ass, an ass that got warm quite quickly, and made her long even more for release. Not that she planned to say anything right now. This part of Keir’s scene was just what she needed. Jill relaxed into the pace of his paddling, only occasionally surprised when he changed the speed a little, or laid a few strokes on her shoulders or thighs. Mostly he concentrated on her ass which was now fiery hot. He was applying just the right amount of force to bring her to orgasm.
Then, when she was beginning to think she’d come without even being touched, he stopped paddling her and moved to Jarrah. Instantly she knew he’d held back his strength far more than she’d imagined. The sound of the thwacks on Jarrah’s ass had a completely different tone from how they’d sounded on hers, and once again she was reminded how very muscular he was, and that both these men were werewolf shape-shifters.
All she could see through the towel was a sense of light, which was annoying. She’d expected to see more than that. But she could feel the air move as Keir paddled Jarrah’s ass, and she could clearly hear the paddle hitting his flesh. Her own ass was burning but it was a good burn. She didn’t mind if it was still a bit sore tomorrow. In fact, she’d welcome the reminder as long as the rest of the evening lived up to her expectations as well.
Then Keir’s hands were on her ass feeling the heat, before they slid down her legs to the spreader bar and unclipped one of her ankles. About damn time. You can’t double fuck me until you prepare my ass and that takes more than a paddle!
But Keir left the bar there on the bed, one of her ankles still attached to it, and moved over to Jarrah. What’s with that? Why is the spreader bar still there? She could hear the clink of the chain, so she guessed Jarrah’s hands were being freed. Yes! He�
��s going to prepare my ass.
Just as she’d guessed, Jarrah settled between her legs and cool gel trickled down her ass crack. Jill wiggled her ass at him, wanting him to touch her so she could push back onto his hands. But instead of a male hand, there was something cold and plastic touching the rim of her anus. It was covered in gel and teased her entry, but it wasn’t Jarrah’s fingers, damn it. Why isn’t he touching me? What the fuck is happening now?
Jill decided it must be a dildo that played around her entry, but it didn’t arouse her nearly as much as his hands there would have done. She was just about to tell Keir he was doing it wrong, when a warm buzz teased the muscles around her ass and the dildo pushed a little way inside, buzzing some more. The vibrations made her ass clench with excitement and her walls gripped the dildo which massaged, aroused, and oiled them all at the same time.
Jill relaxed down into the bed, letting Jarrah do whatever he wished to her ass, and the dildo gradually opened her up, buzzing all the time, making her pussy and ass clench with happiness and her cream drip from her cunt. She had to admit Keir had a winner. At first his choice had seemed rather strange, but now she knew it was inspired. Her entire body was aroused, ready and willing for the next step.
Finally the dildo was fully inserted in her ass and still buzzed, keeping her on edge. She recognized Keir’s hands on her wrists, undoing the handcuffs. Keir had thicker, broader fingers than Jarrah. She hadn’t even known she could tell them apart while blindfolded, but she’d never hesitated for a moment about who was touching her where. She recognized each of them instantly.
When the towel was removed from her head, Keir said, “Sit up, Jill.”
By the time she’d blinked and sat up, both men were lying on their backs beside her on the bed.
“Now suck us both and prepare us.”
They didn’t look to Jill as if they needed any help getting ready. Both cocks were standing up really tall already. But she was more than happy to suck them and she’d been waiting for this opportunity for days, so she certainly wasn’t going to say no.
