Take Me [Dungeon Masters 1] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting) (11 page)

And he wanted her so much it hurt. He couldn’t imagine saying good-bye to her. So what if he’d only known her for a few days. It hadn’t taken him more than a minute and a half to understand how ideally her wants and needs dovetailed with his and Leif’s. He’d come to this wedding expecting to be bored stupid, but prepared to support his best friend through lot of dull speeches. He’d thought at least he’d get a weekend away in a hotel and a couple of nice meals out of it.

A secondary thought had been that maybe he and Leif would find a woman eager to taste two men at once and he’d get laid. It hadn’t occurred to him to even hope he’d meet their dream woman. Yet they had. Here she was asleep in their bed between them. And now he had to figure out a way to be honest with her without scaring her away. And that was a frightening task. One he had no idea how to carry out.

But meanwhile her lush warm body was beside him and his dick was aching to be buried inside her again. Very gently he rolled her onto her back and straddled her, his mouth at her cunt and his cock near her lips. It was time to wake her up and play.

He slid his tongue along her slit tasting the raw feminine power of his woman. She was musky and feminine. Just breathing her scent deep into his lungs had him harder than a rock. Simon stroked his hand over her skin, reveling in its soft silkiness. He grasped her inner thighs, spreading them wider, and then very deliberately rubbed his bristly chin over her tender skin. She mumbled something in her sleep, and he drove his tongue deep into her cunt, sliding it around the channel tasting her delicate walls and fucking her desperately.

Simon sensed her wake up, hold her breath, and then relax into his touch. He smiled over her pussy lips and sucked them, too, before biting them gently. Again he rubbed his chin on her inner thighs, then dragged it over her belly. She responded by gripping his cock, holding it in her hand and flicking her tongue over the head.

Oh yes, now they were about to have fun.

“Roll over and have Tamara on top,” ordered Leif.

Simon wrapped his arms around Tamara’s torso. This wasn’t going to be nearly as easy as if they were head to head, but he expected Leif would help. After all it’d been his idea. He rolled, holding Tamara tightly, and sensed Leif holding her shoulders as they turned over. And then Leif was rearranging them on the bed and kneeling behind Tamara.

Simon bent his head again and began licking and sucking her clit. Already it was starting to peek out of its hood, ready to play with him.

Tamara’s entire body rocked as Leif began spanking her ass. The slaps were loud, solid thwacks, and almost instantly her cunt poured cream onto his tongue. Well, that was useful to know. She liked being spanked.

Gratefully Simon licked and sucked up her cream, his enhanced hearing noticing the almost soundless burbles of happiness deep inside Tamara’s throat. The harder Leif spanked her, the more cream poured from her cunt, until Simon was kept busy using his tongue to spread it over her clit and pull on the tiny bud.

Leif kneeled on the bed, straddling his head and shoulders and gripping Tamara’s hips as he slammed into her cunt from behind her. So Simon focused all his attention on her clit, tugging on it, elongating it, licking it, and sucking it, holding her inner thighs. Then he teased her by ignoring it and painting wet lines on her belly and thighs until she sucked his cock deep into her mouth and began tormenting him in return.

Simon smiled. He loved her feistiness. Yes, she was a submissive. There was no doubt at all that she enjoyed Leif’s Dominant side in their play. But she still had a smart brain and used it to enhance the play herself as well.

Her hands and mouth worked his cock and balls so well, his eyes were crossing with the strain of holding himself back from erupting. He wanted her to come first. Always Tamara first. She was the one he wanted to please.

He tugged on her clit again and she gave a little wail before shaking against his body. Relieved, Simon let go of his control and the cum exploded out of his cock filling her mouth. Damn, he liked the way she licked him. She did it so very well.

I want her so much. I need her. She’s absolutely right for Leif and me. But how am I going to explain about werewolves to her?

Once again it was rather late for breakfast before they were showered and dressed. Leif checked them out of the hotel while Simon took their luggage down to their cars and Tamara went into the pizza bar on the first floor to reserve them a table. She wondered if jeans and a shirt would be considered appropriate clothing. She hadn’t really packed for a restaurant breakfast, expecting she’d grab a burger from a drive-through window on her way home.

But instead, she was going to see their BDSM Club. The thought excited her, making her pulses pound and her nipples harden. She’d been fucked so many times this weekend, she’d had more sex than in the entire previous year. Longer maybe. It’d been a while since she’d been in a steady relationship. None of the single men at work appealed to her. That was why she’d decided to look for a Dom.

And it appeared she’d found one. Her ass was still a little sore from the spanking she’d received this morning, but it’d made her hotter than hell. And not just in her ass. Leif’s hands on her skin had aroused her far more than she would ever have believed possible. And to suck Simon while Leif fucked her was an incredible challenge. Women were supposed to be good at multitasking, but keeping two men happy simultaneously in bed was like multitasking to the tenth power or even harder.

Leif arrived and sat down and then Simon came and returned her car keys to her. They discussed the food and then she asked, “What’s the address of the club? Where is it exactly?”

“It’s in the heart of the entertainment district. The location is absolutely ideal.”

“We have our own parking lot as well, so that’s an added bonus. The club is on four floors with our apartment on the roof. Plus three levels of parking in the basement.”

That was sounding like a big, expensive club to Tammy. Out of her league.

“And yet the boss didn’t mind you taking the weekend off. You must have a lot of vacation time saved or else he really likes you. Is the club closed Mondays?”

Leif leaned forward and gazed right into her face. “We own the club. We have the freedom to run it much as we please. The man who loaned us the finance to do that is a very hands-off sort of person. As long as we show a profit and follow the safe, sane, and consensual rule, he doesn’t interfere with the day to day management of the club.”

“You are so lucky. I wish my company had that kind of owners.”

Tamara ate her pizza hungrily and then sipped a second cup of coffee. She’d been burning up a lot of calories in bed the past few nights, but that wasn’t a reason to let herself go too much. Fortunately the men hadn’t appeared to be worried that she was overweight, but likely she ought to be a bit more strategic about trimming her ass and thighs down some.

Besides, the more she heard about the club, the more eager she was to actually see it. She wouldn’t have a lot of time, unfortunately. She’d need to do laundry and shop for food before work tomorrow and she couldn’t afford to be overtired. He work was sitting at a computer, but she did need to keep her brain sharp and be accurate about it.

Leif took her hand. “I think we should go to your apartment first so you can pack up some clothing and whatever else you’ll need for the rest of the week. Then you can come and stay with us. We know you’ll be out at work all day, but at least the nights will be ours. You can eat with us in the restaurant, watch the floor show, and then spend the night in our bed.”

Tammy was aware her mouth had dropped open and she shut it quickly, running her tongue over her lip to make sure she wasn’t drooling. Stay with them for the week. Sleep in their bed every night. It sounded like an invitation into heaven.

“Are you sure that will be all right? I mean. I’d like that very much, but—”

“Good. It’s decided. We’ll follow you to your apartment and help you pack,” said Leif.

Simon dropped some money on the table as Leif tugged her to her feet.

She allowed herself to be led to the elevator, and down to the parking lot, and her car.

Wow! She hadn’t seen that coming. More nights in their bed? Hell yes!

* * * *

Leif couldn’t wait to see her apartment. A home said so much about a person. He hoped she liked their apartment, but if she didn’t she could change things and have them how she preferred them. But he wanted to see how she liked to arrange her life. What were her hobbies? Was she naturally a neat person? Were there a lot of mementos of her childhood decorating her rooms?

He was also interested to see how she drove. Her car wasn’t new, but it wasn’t a rattletrap either. He wasn’t surprised to see that she drove fast, but always just inside the speed limit. That seemed to symbolize her nature to him. She liked excitement, but she wasn’t silly about it. Leif was looking forward to parlaying that into some energetic scenes in his dungeon.

He looked around her neighborhood critically. It wasn’t one of the nicer neighborhoods, but it wasn’t a slum either. The apartments were mostly full of older people or young working couples. Likely they were all one-bedroom places rather than family apartments. He hoped Tamara would make friends with the staff at the club to replace any loneliness she might feel once they moved her out of her apartment and into theirs permanently. Because Leif knew that’s what would happen. Oh, she could have a week or two to make up her mind, but she
would
be moving in with them. He wanted her in his bed every night, not just when their schedules worked out right. And then maybe she could work for the club instead of having to commute to her current job. It might take longer to organize that, but he would arrange it. He’d fill her with orgasms until all she wanted was to be with them forever.

Hmm. There was the little wrinkle about Simon being a werewolf and the financial backer for the club being the Supreme Alpha of North America, but they could work on explaining that to her. First he needed to have her living with them. And that little plan was progressing very smoothly.

Leif could hardly believe he’d never met her until last Friday. She’d worked her way under his skin and into his heart so thoroughly. He couldn’t imagine not waking up each morning without her in his bed tucked between him and Simon.

Not that he and Simon usually shared a bed. Theirs was a two-bedroom apartment and they had a room each. But from now on all three of them would be in bed together every night. If she didn’t want to have sex every night, if she was too tired or too sore, he could cope with that. They could still hold her and show her they loved her.

He followed her and Simon from the elevator to her apartment. Simon was pulling her suitcase and she walked ahead unlocking her door, stepping inside, and holding it open for them. Her living room was bland, ordinary. Neat, tidy, beige walls and carpet. There was a very ordinary picture of a flower on one wall. Leif blinked. That wasn’t at all what he’d expected of Tamara. Then he turned around slowly, taking in the room more carefully. A bookcase was crowded with books. A computer desk sat in the corner of the room, and the top of the tower was covered with bright, colorful mugs, some full of pens and pencils, and half a dozen tiny bottles of nail polish. Ah, now he understood. She must not be allowed to repaint the room or hang up pictures. So she’d decorated in her own way where she could.

They moved into the bedroom and he knew his guess was accurate. Her bed covering was a patchwork quilt in riotous shades of blue, purple, and pink. She lifted her luggage onto the bed and unpacked the two dresses she’d worn, taking them and her used underwear and disappeared, presumably to wherever her dirty clothing hamper was stored. Then she came back, put her black shoes in the closet, and packed two skirts and five shirts, a sweater, and a fistful of sexy lingerie. Her final action was to collect a pair of simple black pumps from the closet, put them in the bag that had held her shoes, and close the lid of the suitcase.

“That’s it?” he asked.

“Will I need anything else?”

He wanted to say that as far as he was concerned she wouldn’t need any clothing at all. Naked was good. But instead he said, “I don’t think so.”

She took a black purse from the closet and tipped everything from the tiny clutch purse she’d had all weekend into it, then put the clutch purse away, and slung the black purse over her shoulder. “I’ll just get my cell phone charger and then I’ll be done.”

Once again he followed her into the living room and she unplugged the charger from the electric outlet beside the computer and dropped it in her purse.

With Simon wheeling the luggage again, they left, Leif checking the door was locked behind them. He’d done it. She was his for the week.

* * * *

At the club, Leif drove all the way down to the lowest basement parking level and stopped at the staff parking spaces. Tamara understood and pulled into one of them, jumping out of her car and popping the trunk.

Simon raced to help her. “Don’t you lift the suitcase. I’ve got it.”

She gave him a lovely smile and he couldn’t resist her. He took her in his arms for a kiss, grinding his cock against her soft belly as he did so. “You’re so beautiful and I want you so much.”

“I want you, too, but maybe not in a public parking lot.” Her voice had a hint of laughter in it.

He pulled away. “Well damn. You could be right. It’s lucky we have a bedroom, isn’t it?”

Simon’s dick was as hard as a rock and he had to rearrange his equipment before he could walk across to the elevator.

They stepped into the elevator and went up to the lobby. He held the door for her as they changed elevators into the only one that would take them to their apartment on the roof. Leif pressed the button and then held his ID card over the reader. The doors shut and they were carried to the roof.