Shifters & Bad Boys Bundle (Shifters & Bad Boys. Man love, bdsm, and rockstar romance. Book 1)

by Anita Lawless

  Moments later, a curved toy slipped into her pussy. Vibrations thrummed through her as the toy was turned on and it thrust in and out of her sex, in time with the cane sweeping over her clit. She struggled to hold off her climax.

  Finally, one of her masters gave her the order to orgasm. “Come hard for us, mistress. Now.”

  Her hips curled and her sex clenched tight around the toy as the orgasm burst deep inside of her. She moaned and rocked in her chains, swaying back and forth, floating as bliss poured through her. All sense of self was lost to pure pleasure. She drifted in an abyss that was nothing but euphoria.

  Master Varkov tangled his fingers in her hair and yanked her head back to plant a hungry, ferocious kiss on her lips as she trembled from her intense release. His tongue fought with hers and his mouth dominated. She groaned into this kiss as his tongue fucked her mouth like he would soon fuck her body—with primal abandon. When he pulled away, she was breathless and shaking.

  The toy slipped from inside of her and Master Lowe massaged her stinging ass as she drifted down from this erotic daze. His touch calmed her, soothed away the pain, and she melted.

  Warm hands encircled her ankles and worked to unfasten the manacles. Master Lowe cradled her against him as he lowered her feet back to the floor. He kept her there, massaging her buttocks and back, while Master Varkov slapped her sex with the cane, sending her spiraling toward another intense climax.

  Then her two masters walked away, and disappointment filled her at the loss of their touch. One master opened a long, slender velvet box on the tray. He pulled out some glittering ruby nipple clamps that were attached by golden chains. A clitoris clamp with ruby beads was attached to these by a third chain.

  Master Varkov approached her with this and applied each glimmering, blood-red clamp to her nipples. He tweaked them after fastening each one, sending sharp sensations zipping straight to her sex. Before he attached the clit clamp, he bent close to her ear and whispered, “A gift for you, mistress. I know rubies are your favorite.”

  He pinched the clit clamp on and she gasped. “They must’ve cost you a lot.”

  He smiled and tweaked the clit clamp again, making her squirm. “You’re worth it.” Then he drew near again and his hot breath fanned her cheek. “I don’t remember giving you permission to speak.” He pulled on the nipple clamps and sharp pain sliced through her.

  “Sorry, master.” She dropped her head in a submissive gesture.

  Master Lowe returned as well. His warm, sculpted chest brushed against her back, then broad hands parted her buttocks. Something cold and slick stroked her puckered opening and she relaxed, preparing herself for entry. The cool, rounded anal plug slipped inside and she tightened around it, letting out a long moan as it stretched her. It stroked her deep inside, fanning her bliss back to life.

  Master Varkov dropped to his knees before her and tugged at the clit clamp. He pressed his mouth to her sex and laved his tongue over the jeweled clamp. Fuzzy tingling flooded her groin once again and her sex tightened with desire. He tugged on her labia with his teeth and she cried out loudly, hoping they wouldn’t stop this pleasure as punishment for her outburst. Instead, Master Lowe slapped her ass while he twirled the plug buried inside her.

  Euphoria seared her every nerve. It chased all thought away and cleared her mind. Her only focus was pure bliss.

  Master Varkov’s tongue expertly played over her clit, making her shiver from the delicious pleasure he delivered. Fingers slipped inside her pussy, stroking her g-spot in time with the plug that twisted within her anus. Her breathing grew ragged as the erotic fog she was lost in thickened. Leaning back against Master Lowe, she came again as Master Varkov traced the seam of her sex with his tongue. The orgasm left her limbs feeling like jelly.

  Master Varkov stood and cradled her head in his big hand. “You’ve done well, mistress. Now, as a reward, we’re going to fuck you senseless.”

  His tongue flit in her ear and she shivered. Tiny goosebumps rose all over her sweat dampened flesh. Then he claimed her mouth once more and she tasted her juices on his lips. She melted all over again from his expert manipulation of her body.

  Master Lowe pulled out the lubricated anal plug, but they left the nipple and clitoris clamps on. Both doms shed their pants, revealing stiff cocks that slapped against the base of their stomachs. Her pussy twinged when she looked at them. She was hungry to have both men deep inside of her.

  Once more, Master Lowe positioned himself behind her and Master Varkov in front. Master Lowe put on a condom before he spread her cheeks again and applied a soothing lube, then he nudged the head of his cock into her ass. It had been a while since she’d had any anal play, but when she let herself relax, the pressure was pleasing and not too painful at all. Her channel stretched and he glided deep inside of her, his cock stroking her g-spot instantly. The need to come returned swiftly, since her body was still extra sensitive from the last orgasm. He cradled her against him as he thrust slow and long, then helped position her so she could take Master Varkov from the front.

  Master Varkov hooked his hands under her knees and spread her legs. She ached for his penis, but he teased her first, sliding his plump, purple glans up over her swollen clit. She moaned and begged him to fuck her, which earned her a slap to the clit from him. The clamp on this swelling bead of flesh made the sensation all the more intense, and the sting sliced through her core, making her scream out her need.

  She sighed when his cock drove deep into her. Her pussy squeezed his shaft, milking it, greedy for the bliss it promised. The two masters filled her completely and she rode a tidal wave of ecstasy as they thrust into her from front and back. Their penises created mind blowing pressure inside her g-spot, and she sailed higher and higher toward yet another climax.

  Master Lowe slipped an arm down her stomach, his fingers seeking the clamp that tormented her clit. He pinched and squeezed as he and Master Varkov fucked her. Her eyes rolled back in her head from the assault of sensation and she struggled to keep them open. She was close now. So close.

  Their bodies slapped together as the fucking grew more carnal. This, and their groans and moans of pleasure, were the only sounds in the room. She knew her masters were nearing climax too, and she clenched tight around them, urging them to come with her.

  “Not yet, mistress,” one of them growled in her ear. “Not until we tell you to. We’ll come together.”

  She bit her lip, fighting off the orgasm until she was given permission, but the impending release threatened to drive her mad. Finally one of her doms gave her the order to come hard, and she let this blinding bliss explode deep within her and ripple throughout her being. She was taken to another state of consciousness where she rode a wave of intense euphoria. Her masters spilled their seeds inside of her soon after.

  Sweaty and breathing heavy, her masters cradled her between them. She’d never felt so cherished, so worshipped. After they unfastened her wrists, she wrapped her arms around Master Varkov’s neck and nuzzled into him.

  “Thank you, master,” she managed, in a breathy voice.

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  Chapter 13

  “So you liked the club?” Corey said the next evening, after Bekka walked over to the tattoo shop to wait for him to close up. She’d just shut her place for the night, but Corey stayed open late for clients.

  She bit her lip. “What do you think?” A blush heated her cheeks as she rummaged through the back room mini-fridge in search of some orange juice.

  “Judging by how many orgasm you had, I’d say yes.” He smirked. “Guess that means you want to join?”

  “You bet I do!” She threw her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek soundly.

  “Hey, Corey.” Jamie walked in the back room. “Juanita’s here.”

  Corey gave a curious frown. “That’s funny. I wasn’t expecting her to drop by tonight.”

  Bekka shrugged. “Maybe she was just in the city.”

  Jamie moved back toward the beade
d entrance. “She’s here with Wayne. Their RV’s parked out front.”

  Bekka and Corey shared a bewildered look then headed out front to see what his step-mom and her new boyfriend wanted.

  “Hey, you two!” Juanita waved from the front counter. In a tattoo chair to her right, Jamie worked on a girl who came in to get multi-colored stars inked across her clavicle.

  “Nice to see you kids again,” Wayne said, putting an arm around Juanita’s waist. He was a short man who wore a perpetual kind smile and had a bit of a paunch. His chestnut eyes sparkled behind thin rimmed glasses, like he had some secret to share.

  “What brings you two to Moncton tonight?” Corey leaned on the front counter.

  Juanita and Wayne shared a knowing look, like two kids who’d just gotten back from their honeymoon.

  “We’re taking off,” Juanita said cheerily. “In fact, we’re eloping. And then we’re going to drive Big Sally across Canada and through the States.” She hitched a thumb toward the behemoth motor home that was parked outside the shop.

  Bekka and Corey shared a bemused look.

  Juanita must’ve mistook this for disapproval, because she quickly added, “Hey, I’ll be out of your hair for months!” She beamed. “I hope you kids understand.” She glanced at Wayne. “This is something we’ve always wanted to do together, and we’ve finally saved up the cash.”

  “Of course,” Bekka said, giving her mother-in-law a big hug. “I’m so happy for you both!”

  Corey grinned wide. “I’m a little mad I won’t be invited to the wedding, but I’ll get over it.” He winked at his step-mom. “I’m really happy for you guys. Go enjoy yourself.”

  Juanita and Wayne hugged them tight, and when Jamie finished up he came over and shared in the good news and also exchanged hugs.

  “I expect pictures,” Bekka told the couple. “And bring us back some chocolate wedding cake.”

  Juanita laughed then shared another tender gaze with Wayne. “Thanks, kids. It means a lot to us.”

  “You’re not the only one who’s got a surprise,” Corey said, crossing his arms over his chest.

  Bekka’s brow wrinkled in curiosity as she glanced at him. He briefly disappeared into the backroom then returned, holding a small, square velvet box. Her heart kicked it up a notch when she noticed this.

  Corey dropped to one knee in front of them all. He opened the box to reveal a ruby and diamond engagement ring. Bekka’s chest warmed and filled with love.

  “Bekka Olson, will you run away to Vegas with me and elope?” Corey’s grin spread from ear to ear.

  Juanita squealed in glee.

  Bekka’s eyes blurred with moisture and she giggle. “Yes, Corey, I’ll marry you again.”

  “I want pictures!” Juanita exclaimed, and they all shared a joyous laugh.

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  Epilogue

  Vegas was a blast. They’d gotten married at the Hotter Than Hell Wedding Chapel by the Sinister Minister—a Gene Simmons lookalike in this Kiss themed shrine. Being that they were both big fans of classic hard rock, this was perfect. Corey and Bekka got their witness, a Paul Stanley impersonator, to take pictures with Corey’s smartphone and they posted them on Juanita’s Facebook.

  They booked themselves into an East Tower Suite at the LVH. Raiding the Rock Vault was there and this further tied into their love of old hard rock bands. Bekka asked her cousin Angie to come run the bookstore while they were gone, and Jamie took care of Corey’s tattoo shop.

  They only had two days left, and Bekka couldn’t believe how quickly this honeymoon sped by. Tonight, she had a special treat planned for Corey to celebrate their second marriage and their new life together.

  They lay sprawled out on the king sized bed, eating chocolate strawberries, when a knock came at the door.

  Corey brow wrinkled and he looked at her. “You didn’t order more room service, did you?”

  Bekka grinned as she popped another strawberry into his mouth. “Nope. I ordered something else.” Naked, she hopped off the bed and sashayed toward the entrance.

  “What?” Corey asked.

  She turned and winked at him. “A surprise for you, for both of us.”

  Bekka opened the door and a young blonde woman in a knee-length black coat walked in. Her eyes were done up in smoky hues and her golden hair was piled high on her head in a topknot.

  Corey blinked at the two of them. “What’s this?”

  Bekka helped the woman out of her coat. “You made one of my fantasies come true. Now it’s your turn.”

  The woman was dressed in a tight purple corset accented by black ribbons. Black thigh high stockings accentuated her shapely legs and a wispy black thong displayed her rounded bottom. Her skimpy outfit was completed by a pair of silver and purple stacked stilettos.

  Bekka set this up a few nights ago, thanks to some friends they had in Vegas. After the night she and Corey shared in Entwined, she decided she wanted to give him a gift equal to the one he’d given her.

  Bekka took the woman’s hand and led her toward the bed. Before she and the new guest climbed on the mattress, she opened a drawer in the side table by the bed and pulled out a pair of silver handcuffs. She’d grabbed these the other night when Corey was playing slots and she’d gone for a walk down Paradise Road to find an adult store.

  “Turn over and put your hands behind your back,” she told Corey.

  He raised an eyebrow and grinned. “Who says you’re in charge tonight?”

  “Me.” Bekka slapped his bare thigh. “Now turn over so I can cuff you.”

  Corey did as he was told and she snicked the steely bracelets closed, ensnaring his wrists near his waist. Then he flipped back over and Bekka beckoned for the woman to join her on the bed.

  First, she planned on torturing him mercilessly.

  While he watched, robbed of his ability to touch, she kissed the blonde deeply, running her tongue along the seam of the woman’s lips. As their mouths fucked, Bekka began undressing their guest. She worked the corset open and slipped it away from the blonde’s generous breasts. Then she tweaked and tugged on the woman’s exposed nipples until she moaned into Bekka’s mouth.

  The woman’s hands roamed over Bekka’s naked skin. She returned the attention given to her breasts, and the blonde dipped her head to bring her mouth to Bekka’s nipple. Pleasure grew between Bekka’s thigh as teeth tugged at the sensitive bud and a tongue swirled over the tip. A slow, tingling fire spread through her groin.

  Her own hand trailed down the woman’s flat belly and moved lower, through the thatch of trimmed pubic hair until she found her clitoris and rubbed circles over this sensitive spot. The blonde sucked harder on Bekka’s nipples and her hand trailed toward Bekka’s sex. She rubbed two fingers up and down Bekka’s wet slit then flicked them over her swelling clit.

  From his bound position on the bed, Corey writhed and growled in protest. “How long are you going to torture me like this?”

  Bekka giggled wickedly. “Until I feel you deserve to play. Be a good sub, or you won’t get to join us.”

  Bekka pushed the blonde down on the bed and flit her tongue over one nipple then the other. She teased them with her teeth, making the tips stand stiff, then kissed and licked her way down the woman’s taut body. The woman writhed and moaned beneath her, and Corey matched this with groans of his own. By now, his cock jutted hard from the nest of curly pubic hair that surrounded it. Bekka knew he must be aching for release, and her wicked side enjoyed tormenting him.

  She feathered kisses across the woman’s knees, up her thighs, and then blew on her wet sex until the blonde begged to be licked. Bekka traced her lover’s slick seam with the tip of her tongue, but still she teased the blonde, denying her clit any pleasure just yet. She planted gentle kisses over her pubis mound, blew on her sex again, but only relented when the blonde tangled fingers in Bekka’s hair and guided her mouth to her sex.

  She tugged the woman’s clit between her teeth then flit her tongue over it ra
pidly. The blonde arched up beneath her, pushing her sex ever closer to Bekka’s face.

  “This is sheer hell,” Corey grit out through clenched teeth, but Bekka ignored him and continued to please their lover. The erotic display had to be driving him mad, and she relished every minute of it. Release, when she allowed him to have it, would be all the sweeter.

  She lapped at the woman’s clit until the blonde fucked her face and whimpered softly, obviously close to orgasm. Bekka slid two fingers inside the woman’s wet sex and curled them, finding her g-spot and caressing it with perfect strokes. It wasn’t long before the woman shuddered and her pussy clamped down hard around Bekka’s touch as she came.

  Rising up on her knees, she looked at Corey through eyes hooded by desire. She coiled a hand around his cock and stroked up and down, up and down. He hissed air through his teeth and his face grew tense with suppressed need. His hips arched up off the mattress to meet her strokes.

  “Want to join us?” Bekka cooed.

  “Yes. God, yes, mistress.” His voice was hoarse from lust.

  “Not just yet.” She shook a finger at him and gave a saucy smile. “First, you please us. Then I’ll let you free.”

  She told the blonde to straddle Corey’s face, while Bekka went to work on his cock. First she laved both sides of his shaft and fondled his balls, tugging and pinching this sensitive sac. The blonde moaned as he ate her pussy in time with Bekka masturbating him. Bekka’s sex burned hot and twinged from this erotic display. Her own need for release was growing more insistent, becoming almost unbearable.

  She took all of his cock deep into her mouth as the blonde rocked on top of his face. Bekka held his glans against the back of her throat and swallowed, eliciting a deep groan from him that rumbled through his chest.

  Her hand wrapped around his slick shaft and she pumped him while she tongued his soft scrotum, then she licked lower, teasing that tiny flap of skin that she knew drove him wild. His cock twitched and grew harder in her hand. The blonde on his face whimpered and moaned, and she knew he upped her enjoyment in time with his own. All this was making Bekka so wet and hot, she’d need him inside of her soon.