The Dom Tests Her Serenity [Unchained Love 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (4 page)

“Come,” he said, offering her his hand. They walked into the bedroom and Josh pulled the bedding down to the foot of the bed then bundled the quilt into his arms and dropped it on a chair, leaving the sheets and blankets where they could pull them up later.

“Have you been fucked in the ass before?” he asked Serena, hoping she’d say no. He’d be astonished to hear she was a virgin. All the big cats were quite highly sexed, and she was twenty-one after all, with her mother long dead and her father overseas for the past couple years. So she’d been free to do as she pleased pretty much for quite a while.

“A few times, but long ago, not recently. I hadn’t been with anyone at all for six months or even longer before we came here. That’s why people were protecting Verity and me from the rogue panthers, because we were unmated and had no scent of males on us.”

The bed didn’t have posts, which was annoying, but he handcuffed her hands anyway so she couldn’t interfere with his plans. He and Josh had stood with her at one of the Carnal Connections BDSM events not long after the pack had arrived there and watched how her eyes grew round and her breath came fast with excitement. He hadn’t been at all surprised when she and Verity had wanted a BDSM-themed twenty-first birthday party.

Right now she seemed perfectly happy to be tied up.
Good.

He rolled her onto her front, with her head resting on a pillow and her arms above her head.

He gave the pot of aromatic massage oil to Josh then settled himself between her legs and gently began to drip some of the lube over her tiny puckered rosette. She had the cutest little asshole he’d ever seen, and he knew he was arousing her because of the way she wiggled her butt when he touched her.

Gently he slid one lubricated finger inside her, stunned by the heat of her. For a woman whose skin had been icy cold not that long ago, she’d sure warmed up fast. He added more lube to her hole, carefully massaging it into the muscles and all around the entry before rubbing her inner tissues to stretch and soften them. Slowly, slowly, oh so very slowly, he stretched and opened her, until his cock was aching and dripping pre-cum on his thigh, but he was sure she was ready to take a man.

He slathered lube all over the electric-blue butt plug and pressed it into her opening. He had to push a little at first, but before too long it slid deep inside her. His cock bounced at him, wishing it was penetrating her instead of the toy.
Soon. Soon it’ll be my turn. But this is all about Serena. It has to be good for her.

He glanced up at the head of the bed. Josh was massaging Serena’s shoulders. Earlier he’d been at the foot of the bed using the massage oil on her feet. That should have kept her plenty distracted. Now to turn her over and prepare her breasts.

Pete put the lube on the nightstand and nodded to Josh. Together they rolled Serena over, keeping her handcuffed hands above her head, but loosely, so as not to strain her shoulders, even though Josh had been massaging them.

They settled themselves on the bed on either side of her and Pete handed one of the nipple clamps to Josh. Then, together they bent their heads and began sucking her nipples. Damn, but she tasted good. Not soapy or sweaty but pure, one hundred percent woman.

He rolled Serena’s nipple on his tongue and sucked the entire areola into his mouth. Next he pressed the hard little nub against the roof of his mouth before letting her breast out again. Then he blew on the wet flesh and watched her shiver. Her eyes were glazed with lust and heavy lidded, and she was moaning very softly. Josh was mimicking his actions with the other breast, and Pete was sure they could get an orgasm out of her quite soon.

Again he nodded to Josh and they each attached a nipple clamp to their nipple, tightening it just to that sharp but wonderful edge of pleasure/pain before sucking the nipple again. She was so responsive it was easy for him to know her limits. Her skin and her entire body were clear for him to read. Every little movement told its own story.

Then he drove his fingers into her cunt, twisting and turning them, reaching for that slightly rougher piece of flesh that was filled with nerve endings and should send her flying into climax.

While he was finger-fucking her, Josh bent his head to her mouth and began kissing her.

Pete finger-fucked her harder, still reaching for that special spot. When he finally found it, he pressed a nail into her clit.

Serena shattered under him, her moans muffled by Josh kissing her, as her body thrashed and shook under him and his fingers were covered in her cream.

When she finally stopped moving, he slid his fingers out and offered one to Josh. “Would you like a taste?”

“Hell, yes.”

Josh licked the finger then sucked it into his mouth. Pete glanced over at Serena. She was lying flat on her back, satiated and flushed, but those big eyes were watching them both and were dark with lust.

Quickly he unlocked the handcuffs and both he and Josh massaged an arm each before sliding flat beside her on the bed.

“We’re going to fuck you together now. Are you ready?”

“Yes. I want that. I want you both.”

“We want you, too. We’ve been waiting a long time for this special night,” said Pete, kissing her.

* * * *

Serena’s arms felt a little stiff from being handcuffed for so long, but Josh and Pete had done their best to loosen her muscles so she didn’t mind. They’d also been very patient preparing her. She was ready now, ready to be double fucked. She’d been told it would be the best orgasm ever, and she was ready for that, too. It’d been a long time since she’d had an orgasm from anyone other than herself, and even the one they’d just given her with their fingers was better than her usual self-made climaxes. So the next one should be awesome indeed. Oh yes. She was ready for this.

Josh lay flat on his back and pulled her over his body. His hair was a similar color brown to hers, but his eyes were black and he had dark brown hair on his chest, shoulders, and back. Not a pelt, but enough to make her want to grab some strands and play with them. She knew manscaping was the latest trend, with men’s bodies completely waxed and hairless, but she rather liked the idea of having hair on her man, a little fur to play with as they lay together.

Josh held her hips firmly and drove his cock deep inside her. Bloody hell, he was huge. He stretched her pussy wide and filled her completely until her walls were tight around him. He kept his hands on her hips but didn’t move his cock once it was fully seated in her cunt.

Now Pete was behind her. He pulled the butt plug out, teasing her a little by wiggling it as he did so. Then his body was against her back and he was pressing his cock at her rear entry. He was bigger than the toy, stretched her more, and her channel burned as he pushed his way in. But it was a good burn, a good feeling as he pushed deeper and deeper until she thought she’d burst she was so full and stretched.

Now Josh moved his hands to her shoulders and Pete held her hips. She didn’t know what to do with her own hands. There was nowhere really to put them. If she looped them over Josh’s shoulders they were almost in Pete’s way, yet she wanted to touch them both, to hold them and pet them as they fucked. Finally she got the idea to hold one of Josh’s arms, high up near his shoulder, and one of Pete’s in the same position. That was better. Now she was as connected to both of them as they were to her.

The men were fucking her now. One moving in as the other withdrew, then reversing the procedure. It was a weird feeling. Even though she was stretched beyond belief she wanted to tell them “no” as they pulled out. She wanted them to stay inside her, to keep filling her and completing her. But that was crazy, as they always thrust back in again. It was just that they were moving so slowly. Way too slowly.

Well, she needed to give them a hint to get on with it faster.

Holding tight to their upper arms with her fingers, Serena concentrated all her effort and grabbed their cocks with her cunt and ass muscles and gripped with all her strength.

Both men moaned at her. “Shit, Serena, if you keep that up I’ll come. My cock may be made of steel, but my willpower isn’t,” said Josh.

“So quit playing around and get on with the fucking.” She eased her control on them.

“I will tell you when you can come,” said Pete, in what she was starting to think of as his Dom voice.

“At the speed you’re moving it won’t be until next week,” she complained.

“Fine, we’ll move faster.”

Very slowly they increased the speed and force of their movements, until she was hanging on with all her strength, her nails digging into their upper arms as she was rocked between them, sweat pouring off them all and the promised orgasm growing larger and more enticing in her belly. The harder they thrust the more she wanted to come, needed to come, knew she would be exploding soon.

She buried her head in Josh’s shoulder and pressed her lips to his flesh, wanting to be closer to both men. He tasted salty from sweat but smelled wonderful. They both did.

Her breasts were swollen and aching inside the nipple clamps, so she pushed them tight against Josh’s chest, too, needing the extra pain, the bite of discomfort, to arouse her higher and higher, ever closer to the orgasm that was racing toward her.

“Now!” said Pete. The two men withdrew from her together then slammed into her simultaneously with all their force. Serena shattered into a million pieces, her entire body shaking with her release. She pushed her face harder into Josh’s shoulder, her mouth tightly closed so she wouldn’t scream the hotel down. On and on her orgasm went, rolling through her over and over again like waves upon the sand of a beach. She was dimly aware of the men filling her cunt and her ass with their semen, but her focus was mostly on the way her body rippled and shook as it was held so tightly between them. Never had she come so hard or so long before, and still the aftershocks teased at her core.

“Wow. That was amazing,” she whispered.

“I told you it would be the best orgasm you’d ever had. Josh and I know exactly how to please a woman,” said Pete.

She thought he sounded rather proud and complacent and almost as if he was bragging about their past experiences but was too limp to think right now. The men disentangled themselves from her and removed the nipple clamps, sucking her aching tips into their mouths and soothing her.

She was vaguely aware of Pete getting a warm washcloth and cleansing her, of Josh pulling the blankets over her, then she was asleep.

She woke perhaps an hour later, remembering a scene from her childhood. She and Verity had been asleep upstairs and she’d woken up to find the house full of strange people and her father holding the wedding photo of him and her mother, and crying.

She and Verity were five years old and their mother had just been killed in a car accident by a drunk driver. Their happy, sheltered family had been torn apart and her world had changed forever.

Her mother, who had loved her uncritically and devotedly, was never coming home again.

Love.

Neither of those onion-eyed, toad-spotted, pukable puttocks had ever once said they loved her or planned to mate her. Pete had said he and Josh “knew exactly how to please a woman.” All they’d said was that they wanted her and that she’d enjoy herself. And now they’d had her. She was right back where she’d started. They’d promised her an orgasm, a fun time, not love and commitment.

Oh fuck. What have I done?

For a moment Serena thought she was going to vomit, but she swallowed the bile down and let her body grow cold and her mind logical. Not once all night had either Josh or Pete mentioned love. In fact what they’d said was that they only fucked women who understood it was all a bit a fun. Was that really all they thought of her? She’d thought they were waiting until she was twenty-one because they loved her and may even mate her in the future. But now it seemed they’d just waited to legally get their rocks off. Well fuck that. It was just as well she was on the bloody pukable Pill, or who knew what might have bloody happened?

Serena got a grip on herself. Verity would tell her she was repeating herself again. She needed to think clearly. Both the men were sound asleep beside her, Pete’s arm resting possessively over her hip. First she needed to get out of here, to go somewhere where she was alone, where she could get her head on straight.

Carefully she nudged Pete’s arm until it rested on the sheet between them. He snuffled but didn’t wake.
Good.
She sat up slowly, moving her body in tiny increments, then slid off the foot of the bed and walked into the bathroom, snatching her dress and underwear on the way past. Her panties were still damp from her lust. She dropped them into the trash can, put on her bra and dress, and realized it was going to be damn cold outside this late at night.

Back in the bedroom she picked up her shoes and realized she would struggle to drive Pete’s heavy truck all the way back to the community wearing them. She returned to the bathroom, grabbed the plastic bag out of the trash can, which still held her panties, and dropped her shoes into it as well, and tied the top in a loose knot she could hold over one finger. Then she slid one arm into Josh’s coat, changed the trash bag to her other hand, and shrugged the coat on. The floor felt cold under her bare feet and she hated to think how much worse it would be outside. She didn’t need frostbite. She put the trash bag down and picked up Pete’s socks, neatly rolled into a ball inside one shoe, then grabbed Josh’s socks, dropped casually on the floor nearby, as well. She put both pairs of socks on her feet, pulling them up as far as they’d reach, which was partway up her calves, then collected Pete’s car keys, her bag of shoes and underwear, and opened the door. Once out in the hallway she shut it very carefully, relieved when the door made only a tiny click.