Mold Me [Dungeon Masters 4] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting)

Dungeon Masters 4

Mold Me

Phoenix Moore is fascinated by The Dom’s Dungeon BDSM Club. She’s ready to find out if she’s a sub and to try out some of the amazing toys in the dungeons. One look at Dom Lachlan Campbell tells her she wants him to be her Dom. He’s the hottest man she’s ever seen. And then she sees Lachlan’s best friend, Callum Harris. She wants him, too. But it’s more complicated than that.

They’re both werewolf shape-shifters and she’s an unknown human. It’s much too dangerous to tell her their secrets until they’re quite certain they can trust her. Meanwhile, the farm behind their land is up for sale. What’s going to happen if a developer buys it and lots of families move in behind them? How will they have any peace and freedom to change anymore? And what if they lose Phoenix before they’ve ever really gotten to know her?

Genre:
BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Vampires/Werewolves

Length:
36,335 words

Dungeon Masters 4

Cara Adams

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MOLD ME

Copyright © 2014 by Cara Adams

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First E-book Publication: September 2014

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Dungeon Masters 4

CARA ADAMS

Copyright © 2014

Chapter One

Phoenix Moore looked up at the delicious-looking security guard accompanying her, and asked, “Can I touch the floggers and whips, please?”

“Would you like one of our Doms to punish you with them so you could really understand how they feel on your skin?” he asked in reply.

Phoenix’s knees wobbled with lust at the thought. “I wouldn’t mind you spanking me.”

“Unfortunately, ma’am, I’m the security guard here to protect you.”

She was absolutely certain that gleam of light in his black eyes was a lust as strong as her own. “You’re on duty as a security guard now. What about when you’re off duty? Are you a Dom then? You look kind of Domish to me.”

“The Dom’s Dungeon BDSM Club adheres strictly to the safe, sane, and consensual rule. If you wish to make an appointment with a Dom, I can take you back to reception.”

“Let’s finish the guided tour first. Is this the only dungeon I’m allowed to visit? Is each dungeon set up the same?”

“Every dungeon is furnished slightly differently to allow for the different requirements of the Doms, but this one should give you the basic idea of how they operate.”

He kept talking but Phoenix wasn’t listening to his words anymore. She was certain that this guard was a Dom and equally certain that he didn’t dislike her. All she needed to know was what name he worked under as a Dom so she could book an hour or two with him. Of course, the damn strict rules here likely meant no fucking, but at least she’d learn about whips and paddles and floggers and all these other things that aroused her so badly she urgently needed a date with her cotton-candy-pink vibrator right now.

Phoenix had met some men from this club at a recent convention she’d attended for her job. The convention had been called “New Directions in the Adult Industry” and the two men, both Doms, had fallen in love with a really sweet woman she’d also met at the convention, Ryia. Phoenix worked for an erotic romance publisher and had been there looking to gather ideas for the publishing company’s future conventions. The company held a convention every second year and was always interested in finding something new to excite authors, readers, booksellers, and librarians. A visit to a BDSM club would be ideal, especially if they could know in advance what kind of stage shows would be held on the various nights so they could advertise them.

Phoenix liked her sex kinky. Not that she knew much from experience but holy hell, the books she’d read that sent her pulses pounding were the ones with kink, BDSM, and ménages. A Dom to punish her to orgasm and then fuck her to a second orgasm sounded like a free pass to paradise to her right now. And yummy Mr. Security Guard was going to be number one in her bedtime games tonight for sure. It was a damn shame she’d only have him in her mind, not in her bed for real.

“Are there security cameras in here?” she asked, cutting across his explanation about the St. Andrew’s Cross.

“No, ma’am. The privacy of our guests is important to us.”

“Excellent.” Phoenix stepped right up into his personal space, wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his head down to hers, and then kissed him with all the passion that her pent-up hormones demanded. His lips were soft, and he tasted faintly of coffee and more strongly of man. Absolutely as delicious as he looked.

“Now you can take me back to the registration desk, thank you.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

His voice was hoarse, and even though he turned his back on her quickly she was sure the front of his uniform was tented by an erection.

Dammit, I knew it. He does like me at least a bit.

* * * *

Damn that little witch. His dick was so hard, if he hadn’t spent three years training in his high school drill team, likely he wouldn’t even be able to stand up right now, let alone walk. Lachlan Campbell concentrated on marching straight-backed up the stairs to the first floor without unzipping his uniform to give his poor cock a chance to get comfortable. She was damn lucky he hadn’t handcuffed her to the St. Andrew’s Cross and whipped her ass, and then fucked her as she’d wanted him to. He sure as hell wanted to do it, too, but not so much he’d lose his job over it. Although it was a close-run decision. He had the distinct feeling she’d be worth getting terminated over.

At the front desk he passed her over to Juliana, and then stomped straight to the men’s room to ease his dick. He hadn’t been this hard since he was a teenager. But he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Phoenix her name was, and she sure as hell lit his fire. Long black hair, dark brown eyes, and a slightly golden complexion that’d likely tan nicely in summer. Or with his palm on her ass.

He was still thinking about her after he finished his shift and went home. He had a damn long commute, unfortunately, but it had to be, because he and Callum Harris were werewolves and needed to run regularly. Running in shifted form wasn’t safe anywhere around Richmond except on their own property. So five years ago they’d purchased the old farmhouse, and bought some cattle just to mow the grass for them and make the property look like a real farm. Then they’d set up a running track around their five-acre property. It wasn’t perfect, but over the past few years they’d added obstacles, an electrified fence just inside the borders of their land, and some fruit trees.

It suited them, apart from the commute. The Dom’s Dungeon was in the entertainment district of Richmond. Their farm was on the outskirts of town, an hour’s drive on a regular day and a nightmare in winter sometimes. The good news was that their farm was on the same secondary road as the Chief of Police’s home, so the road got plowed pretty damn quickly. As long as he could get to his front gate he could get to work, although the journey could take a while.

None of which had anything to do with Phoenix, but at least his dick had finally stopped aching once he managed to get his mind off her. He opened and closed the four gates between the road and the house, scarcely even noticing them anymore. Each one was wired to the house, though, so no one could approach them that way without them knowing. The electric fence sent messages to the house if it was touched as well, and the cattle never got too close to it. They’d learned real fast to stay clear.

Lachlan parked his car in the barn and punched his code into the backdoor, which opened into a mudroom with a row of gumboots, snow boots, work boots, and shit-kickers, underneath an equally long row of snowsuits, parkas, raincoats, and heavy winter coats. Once again he ignored them all. They were just part of living in the country. He changed out of his uniform and walked into the kitchen.

“Something smells good.” He loved it when Callum cooked. Callum was the webmaster for several blogs and websites for animal protection groups and shelters. At times he was so busy he didn’t know what time of the day or night it was. He might work thirty-six hours straight. But at other times, like now, he made the most amazing meals for them. Lachlan could smell the yeasty freshness of hot bread, the spicy goodness of curry, and something else that was sharp and tangy.