The Dom Unleashes His Wolf [Unchained Love 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (13 page)

For a moment Gaynor thought she saw Omar, the large man who wanted Ramona to mate with him, but when she looked again there was no sign of him, and she certainly hadn’t seen Ramona here tonight.

Then her gaze was caught by a woman wearing a very thick jeweled collar. Quite a number of the submissives here were wearing collars, often just a simple leather band or locked chain, but this collar was extremely elaborate and must have been very significant to the people involved.

Tor led them to an empty space in the room. “Undress, then kneel down, side by side.”

Immediately Gaynor’s heart beat faster. At last, they were going to do their scene. Tor had promised it wouldn’t be anything new, just something he knew they would enjoy. She was really, really ready for an orgasm so quickly removed her panties, cami, and shoes. By the time she kneeled down, Cameron was undressed and joined her.

Tor opened the backpack he’d been carrying all evening and handed each of them blindfolds and earplugs.
Ah, so that’s what he’s planned.

Gaynor slipped the plugs in her ears then placed the blindfold over her eyes. She clasped her hands behind her back, knowing that Tor would want to handcuff her so she wasn’t tempted to move or touch anything once the scene began.

First he tied another scarf over her head, covering almost all her face as well as her eyes and ears. He really didn’t want her to get any outside clues as they played the game! There was a pause before he handcuffed her. Gaynor knew that would be because he was blindfolding and cuffing Cameron. Now she had to wait. What did he have in his backpack? Paddles? Whips? A feather? Pain, or pleasure, or both?
He’s got that cat-o’-nine-tails flogger, don’t forget. Hmm. But what else?

It seemed like forever that Gaynor kneeled and waited for Tor’s touch. Every nerve ending was sparking with the need for a touch, but nothing happened. With the buds in her ears she couldn’t know if Tor was touching Cameron or if he was making them both wait. Gaynor forced herself to count the seconds. Without external cues time could become quite skewed, minutes seeming like hours. “One pink elephant, two pink elephants, three pink elephants,” she chanted silently in her head.

On the eleventh pink elephant there was a touch so light and fleeting on her back she wondered if she’d imagined it. Gaynor held her breath, concentrating every fiber of her being on discerning a touch, and yes, there it was again, just below her left shoulder blade. Involuntarily her muscles twitched, but that didn’t prevent Tor from stroking her with the feather again and again, on her shoulder, her ass, the inner skin of her upper arm, a thigh.

Then he was gone, and she was alone in her silent world for long, long moments. But the cream continued to drip from her pussy. She was so aroused, the waiting just heightened her tension. Damn Tor. She wished she knew if he was touching Cameron or making them both wait. Surely she hadn’t waited this long the last time.

A cane slashed across her shoulders. It was light and thin, but the pain really bit into her with the shock of the stroke. Deliberately Gaynor forced her muscles to unclench. That was part of the game, the wondering what would happen next. Before the fire in her shoulders died there was another stroke, low on her ass. This one hurt, too, but her ass was well padded and much more used to being struck.

Now hands were on her ass, parting the cheeks, drizzling oil into her hole.
Aha, a butt plug!

But no, nothing was inserted, she was left alone again. Dismay welled in her. She needed to be filled. She’d rather be fucked, but at least a butt plug would be something.
Dammit, I want more.

Then she realized this was the game.
The teasing, the anticipation, the buildup, it’s all foreplay. Eventually the orgasms will come, and they’ll be spectacular.

Gaynor relaxed back on her heels and waited. And waited. She cocked her head this way and that but couldn’t see or hear anything. Resigned, she began counting the seconds again. “One pink elephant, two pink elephants…”

This time there was the merest brush of Tor’s hand over her breasts. Instantly she kneeled up straighter and thrust her breasts out at him. He rewarded her by cupping a breast and stroking it gently, but in the same moment the cane lashed out again, whipping a line of burning pain across her back. Again he stroked her breast gently, and this time the cane bit across her thigh and butt cheeks.

The combination of two such different sensations almost simultaneously had her cream dripping onto her thighs. Once again every inch of her skin was aroused, wanting to be touched, wanting more. Tor’s hand dropped to her cunt. He pulled out one of her earbuds and he whispered, “You’re very ready, aren’t you?”

Gaynor nodded. The earbud was pushed back into her ear, blocking out all sound.

Something hard slid between her pussy lips, but it wasn’t a cock.
Ah, a dildo.
Well, that was better than nothing, she supposed. Tor twisted and turned the toy, making more and more honey flow from her. Her breasts were engorged and aching with need, but then Tor pulled the dido out of her and she was alone again.

Well, fuck!

But he’d only gone behind her. It wasn’t a dildo at all. It was a butt plug, and he spread her ass cheeks and pushed it inside her. She wasn’t very well prepared, and he had to push hard to get it through the tight ring of muscles, but once it was inside her she clenched her ass muscles on it, thrilled that she was at least to some extent being filled at last.

The cane lashed across her back, but she hardly even noticed the sting this time, as her mind was occupied with the wonderful fullness in her ass. But when the cane slashed across her lower belly and her pussy, the fearful sting brought tears to her eyes. That hurt! Really hurt. She took a deep breath and was overwhelmed with the sensation of blood rushing to the whipped area, filling her nerve endings, warming her skin. Suddenly she was as high as if she’d drunk a glass of wine too fast and once again aroused almost to the point of pain.

Hands pulled her to her feet, but it wasn’t Tor’s hands, it was Cameron’s. She knew both so well. They were quite different. Cameron had longer fingers and softer skin. How come he wasn’t handcuffed anymore and she still was?

He pulled her body tight against his and slid his cock into her cunt. At last. What she’d been waiting for all along. A nice, thick cock deep inside her. He was incredibly aroused. Cameron was very wide and stretched her walls taut around him. He was also very deep inside her, although standing didn’t give him the penetration he would have gotten in some other positions.

Tor must have been whipping Cameron, because she could feel his skin quiver and twitch against hers. Well, she’d find out soon enough if he hit her again. At least he couldn’t strike her belly with Cameron there. That had hurt. Although it had hurt good.

Now Tor was behind her. The cane slashed across her ass, right, left, right, left, leaving lines of burning pain where it had landed.

Tor uncuffed her hands and rested them on Cameron’s hips. Obediently she remained exactly as he’d put her. He played with the butt plug for a while, pulling it out then pushing it back in. Twisting it from side to side. Then, in one swift action he pulled the plug right out and slammed his cock inside her in its place.

Oh, he felt so much better than the toy. Nothing was better than the hard, thick length of a real man. Two real men, one in her cunt, one in her ass, stretching her beyond belief, filling her to completion, possessing her totally.

Almost immediately Gaynor orgasmed, bathing Cameron’s cock with her juices, her legs wobbling with the force of her release.

Tor took one of her earbuds out and said, “That was nothing. You can do much better than that. Cameron, pinch her clit, hard, harder.”

Tor’s hands were on her nipples, pulling on them, pinching them. Cameron’s fingernail pressed into her clit firmly. The two men were slamming into her in unison, matching their in- and outstrokes with each other, almost lifting her off her feet with the power of their pumping. A second orgasm roared through her body harder, higher than the first. Her cunt grabbed tight onto Cameron’s cock. Her ass gripped Tor’s cock just as hard, and her body exploded between them. Gaynor couldn’t keep herself upright any longer. She collapsed limply between the men, glad their arms were around her. She was scarcely even coherent enough to notice they were both jetting streams of cum inside her, pumping again and again until their essence was dripping out of her body fore and aft.

Finally Tor lowered her to the floor and took the other earbud and blindfold off. She watched, too worn out to move, as he packed everything away in his backpack then bundled up their clothes.

“Time for a shower. And then we need to have a serious talk.”

That sounded—ominous. But Gaynor was simply too satiated and exhausted to worry about it right now.

* * * *

There were two shower rooms in the barn, and they were definitely “rooms.” The one the three of them were in was damn near as big as Cameron’s bedroom in his old apartment before he’d moved in with Tor and Gaynor.

There was a long leather bench against a wall, a ginormous walk-in shower, a toilet and a bidet, double sinks, and a full-length mirror.

“These people like their mirrors, don’t they?” Cameron asked.

“All the better to fuck you in front of,” quipped Gaynor.

“You’re so right. I thought we might watch some more fucking after we have our shower,” said Tor.

“I thought you wanted to talk to us?” Cameron was confused. Tor had sounded very Dom-like when he’d said that.

“Yes, I do. But we can watch a few more scenes first. I’ve been collecting some ideas for us to try out in our own dungeon in future.”

“What do you want to talk about?” asked Gaynor.

“Later, let’s get cleaned up first.”

That was so typical of Tor. Making them wait. Building up anticipation until they were desperate for release or, in this case, the answer.

Cameron looked at the bottles of bath gel on the shelf. There was at least a dozen of them, some definitely too feminine for his taste, but a citrus-scented lemon one looked good, so he passed it over to Tor, who was warming up the water. Next he looked at the shampoos and selected the matching citrus one and gave it to Gaynor.

Gaynor wet her hair and rubbed in the shampoo. Then she turned and slid her soapy hands up and down his cock, rolling his balls in the foam as she did so. She turned, added more shampoo to her cupped palms, and did the same for Tor.

Cameron groaned. He’d thought he would never come again after his last orgasm. He’d shot and shot and shot his load, so incredibly aroused at the thought that even though he couldn’t see through the blindfold, other people were watching him. Doms were watching Tor guide them through their scene. Subs were watching him and Gaynor, wishing they were the ones being given the punishment and the orgasms. But here he was, not even a quarter hour later, with his dick harder than a spike and the urge to plunge it deep inside Gaynor roaring through him.

Gaynor kneeled at his feet and played with his cock, stroking it from root to tip, running a fingernail along the thick, pulsing vein, then giving it a sharp little twist that sent his libido through the roof. Again and again she stroked him until he groaned and his seed spurted out against his belly. He pumped up into her hand a few more times then leaned against the wall. “Thank you, Gaynor. I can’t believe I came again that fast.”

“Now you, Tor,” Gaynor said, turning to Tor. He was pulling on his own cock, and Cameron could tell he was about to come. Tor lifted Gaynor’s leg up, and she wrapped it around his waist. Cameron rested his hands on her back, supporting her while Tor thrust up into her jerkily as he came.

Knowing what she liked, Cameron slid a finger into her ass. When he felt her clench hard on him he added a second and third finger. Even though he’d come, Tor kept stroking into her, his hands busy on her breasts. Cameron bent his head under the spray of the water, kissing along her neck and shoulders.

Many of the BDSM community didn’t kiss in public, unless it was a sub kissing a Dom, but they weren’t really in public now, so Cameron was only mildly surprised when Tor began kissing Gaynor, nibbling on her lips and thrusting his tongue into her mouth. It must have been what she needed because quite quickly after that her internal muscles gripped his fingers as she climaxed.

Cameron reached for the shower gel again and began soaping her, noticing how swollen her lips, breasts, and pussy were. Anyone could tell she’d been most thoroughly fucked tonight. Hell, his own dick should have been worn out from the action, too.

They finished washing quickly then took towels from the pile on the stand beside the sinks to get dry, dropping them in the nearby linen hamper after they’d finished. Gaynor put on her cami and shoes and looked at her panties. “These are still wet and smell. I wish I’d brought clean ones with me.”

“Don’t wear them. The cami covers you, and no one here will actually notice,” said Tor.

“Good plan,” said Cameron, nodding, wondering if he could slide his finger inside her again later or whether Tor would frown at such a thing. She was so lovely, all woman and hot as hell. If he couldn’t have his dick in her at least having his fingers there was something.

By the time they walked back into the room, the party was dying down. Several groups of people were still fucking, including a pile of people that Cameron thought might have been four men and two women, but he was struggling to count all the arms and legs as they thrashed around.