Use Me [Dungeon Masters 5] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting) (8 page)

Was their evening about to end now? Hell, was their entire fucking relationship, such as it was, about to come crashing down around his ears?

* * * *

Well fuck. I didn’t think I’d need to explain the basic facts to Violet before we could begin the session. But then, I’ve always known she was pushy, impatient. I suppose I ought to have guessed that impatience was an intrinsic part of her.

“Violet, when you watch a soccer match, which game do you find more exciting? One when one team wins 9:0 or one where it ends as a 1:1 draw?”

“Huh? What? The draw I suppose.”

“And why is that?”

“I thought we came here for sex, not soccer.”

“We’re here to talk about dungeon play and sex. Just answer the question.”

She frowned at him but he kept his face stern.

“The draw is more exciting because no one knows what the result will be until the siren sounds. Everyone is hoping their team will score the winning goal right until the last moment. With the other match, even if my team wins, I know the two sides aren’t equally matched and there’s no real honor in the win, and not as much excitement in the game. But what has that got to do with us now?”

Ah yes. It wouldn’t be Violet if she didn’t push him as well as answering his question.

“In the dungeon everyone knows what is going to happen. The sub is going to be handcuffed, or maybe restrained in some other way. Then she’ll be spanked, or punished with some of the toys, and then she’ll have her orgasm. It’s a set pattern that both the Dom and the sub clearly understand. The real excitement and tension comes from the sub not knowing exactly what or when. When she’s blindfolded and waiting, she wonders continually if he’s about to touch her. It’s the waiting and the wondering that adds the excitement.”

“But I don’t know if you’re about to whip me or paddle me or blindfold me. It is exciting already.”

“Today it is. But what about next time? There are only six dungeons. If we meet up regularly you’ll very soon know what toys I tend to use in which dungeon. So the minute you walk inside you’ll think to yourself, ‘He’ll use the St. Andrew’s Cross,’ and then there’ll be no more thrill for you. It’s the waiting and the wondering that enhance the experience and make everyone want to continue playing.”

“Well, fuck. I hadn’t thought about it like that before.”

Darcy wanted to wiggle his shoulders and release some tension but he didn’t dare. He needed to maintain the image of the stern Dom until she’d consented to play. “Does this mean you agree to abide by the rules of the dungeon?”

“Yeah, okay. I want to do this so I guess I have to play by the rules. No cheating. Hot damn, that’s unfair. I haven’t played a game without cheating since I was six years old.”

“That doesn’t surprise me.” Darcy hid his grin at Raff’s comment. It shouldn’t surprise him either. His pushy woman wasn’t the best at following instructions.

“In that case, undress and wait in the center of the dungeon, hands behind your back, head down, feet shoulder-width apart.”

She was smart. She noticed the changes in his directions but she didn’t say anything, just unbelted the trench coat and dropped it where she stood. Underneath she wasn’t naked, but she might as well have been. The miniscule bra and even smaller thong she was wearing matched her red stilettos. What surprised him though, was the way she stood on one leg and lifted the other leg up high to unbuckle her shoe. He’d have expected her to bend over, or to lean against the wall, but she did neither. She did turn her back when she removed her bra and thong though. Neither he nor Raff got to see her naked breasts and cunt as she walked across to the middle of the room as instructed.

Well damn. She’d outwitted him in the end anyway! What a woman. His woman.

* * * *

Violet did her best to wait patiently in the center of the dungeon. It wouldn’t particularly surprise her if Darcy made her wait longer than ever just because she’d complained. But in a way she supposed he was right. Her grandpop had told her a million times that life was all about the journey, not the ending, and she knew he was right. But damn, it was hard to wait for something she wanted now and knew was coming.

Darcy came and stood in front of her but she knew better than to look up until he told her she could.

“The scene begins now, sub. You may not speak except to answer a direct question or to call your safe word. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

“If you use your safe word the scene will end immediately and not resume. Do you understand?”

Of course she understood. She wasn’t stupid. But perhaps he just wanted to be absolutely certain. Something to do with his duty of care. “Yes, Master.” She let a hint of a groan enter her voice, though, to show the question wasn’t needed.

He walked to the side of the dungeon and picked up a metal pole. “Come here.”

Intrigued she stood where he said. He nudged her feet wider apart with his booted foot, and then kneeled down.

Aha. It’s a spreader bar.
Sure enough he buckled her ankles, one at each end of it, forcing her legs to remain wide apart.

Then he took her hair, holding it in one hand while he made it into a high ponytail. Now she was totally confused. Her hair wasn’t long. It wouldn’t get in the way of whatever he planned to do, so why put it in a ponytail? She remained still, and watched without moving her head as he pulled a wire down from the ceiling of the dungeon. Then she could feel as his fingers attached the wire to the elastic band he’d tied around her hair.

“Wait there, sub,” he said and stepped backward out of her vision.

She didn’t move much. In fact she was hardly aware she’d moved at all, but the wire tugged on her hair. Startled, she tipped her head backward to look at it more clearly and now it yanked hard on her hair.

Hot damn! The wire was fixed somehow. Even though Darcy had pulled it down from the roof it didn’t have any more give in it and whenever she moved her head it tugged on her hair. So now she had a choice. Stand completely still or risk her hair being pulled out by the roots. Fucking hell. That was a nasty trick to play on her. And she just knew he’d make her wait until she was ready to scream with impatience.

Darcy did leave her standing there for a while, but it wasn’t as long as she’d feared he might make her wait. She was forced to move her body just fractionally, enough so her hair felt tangled by the wire, not so much it was really pulled hard. Violet wished she could ease her legs, maybe lift her feet up from the ground a little to relax some of her muscles, but with the spreader bar that wasn’t possible of course.

Then Raff was standing in front of her, holding the flogger she’d seen last time. The one that had a dildo instead of a handle. He held the flogger where she could watch his hands without lifting her head up completely, and then he stroked the handle, smoothing his fingers over it, running his index finger up and down it exactly the way he’d rubbed that finger up and down her sternum last time. She knew he was doing it on purpose, so she’d remember.

After a while he reversed the flogger and trailed the strands up and over her skin, making her shiver—until her hair was pulled again—with the light, barely there, teasing touches of the strands. Raff stroked it gently over her shoulders and across her breasts. Violet had to work really hard not to thrust her breasts up into his touch. She wanted a lot more than just that delicate pass over her skin.

When the whip landed on her ass, she bounced forward, almost losing her balance because of the fucking spreader bar, and jamming her head backward really fast to try to prevent a chunk of hair being ripped out of her scalp. She forced herself to remain still as the whip landed hard across her butt again and again. The strokes were damn hard but she noticed each one was slightly lower on her ass than the previous one. That proved Darcy was a damn competent Dom and also a caring one. Her ass was going to look like she’d sat on a hot grill tonight, though, she was sure of that.

And then Raff was teasing her pussy lips with the fronds of the flogger, his touch almost imperceptible, right at the outer edges of her senses when what she really wanted was him thrusting that dildo up inside her, stretching her wide, and him fucking her hard.

Having the two of them working on her like this was driving her wild with desire. Every time she thought she could deal with what one of them was doing, the other did something different. Raff was intentionally demanding she give all her attention to him so she didn’t miss the tiny pleasures he gave her. Whereas Darcy was bold and strong behind her, hard and dominant, yet still making her want more of him as well.

Together they were a devastating team and pretty soon she was going to end up bald trying to make them give her the release she really needed.

Darcy freed her hair from the wire, and she was just about to shake her head and relax her neck muscles when he said, “Grasp your ankles with both hands.”

Well fuck. That wasn’t what she’d had in mind to do next. She bent over as instructed. Fortunately she was quite flexible. As a child, she’d been one of the few kids in her gym class who could place her palms flat on the floor without bending her knees. But somehow she knew that this wasn’t going to be like any gym class she’d ever attended.

Sure enough Raff began teasing her again, this time petting the backs of her knees and her upper thighs. At least now she could permit her body to shiver with anticipation without worrying about losing half her hair. Damn, that had been a sneaky trick.

She’d closed her eyes to revel in the multiple sensations of Raff’s touch, but they snapped open again in a hurry when she felt Darcy’s thicker, stronger, rougher hand on her ass. It was interesting. Both men worked with their hands in hard physical labor, and both had calluses, and rough skin. But Raff’s touch was always gentle and soft compared to Darcy’s, which was much more determined. Violet wondered if it was because Raff was more used to gentling horses and getting them to obey him, whereas Darcy dealt with lumber and inanimate objects more.

Either way, she didn’t have to look to know whose fingers were on her ass. This time he was using regular lube. Last time the lube had been a warming one, which had heated her on the inside along with every touch of the men’s fingers. This time, as before, the lube was massaged inside her, softening and stretching her ready to receive her men, but it seemed different without the added element of heat. Not that she needed anything more than the knowledge that soon she, Raff, and Darcy would be in bed together and once again she was ensured of an excellent orgasm.

A-Grade orgasms and these men were a done deal she figured. She couldn’t imagine either of them ever letting her down. Violet pushed back on Darcy’s fingers, only to have Raff kneel down at her feet and begin trailing the dildo over her pussy lips again. He’d done that before, but only very briefly. She hoped that right now he’d be a whole lot more definite.

Because Darcy was behind her and the spreader bar was keeping her legs apart, not to mention the fact that she was bent right over gripping her ankles, it was a bit of a miracle that Raff could even reach her pussy. Although his arms were quite a bit longer than hers, which would help. However, he managed it. The dildo stroked over her clit, almost causing her to beg him to do it again. But she kept her mouth shut. Likely the moment she spoke Darcy would call the entire scene off. Or make her go back to having her hair wired to the ceiling. Or something else equally devilish. No, she could wait.

Just when she was ready to scream at Raff to put the dildo inside her, even if it did mean getting her hair tied up again, Darcy unbuckled one of her ankles from the spreader bar. Immediately Raff began teasing her pussy entry with the dildo, gradually working it inside her. Violet sighed with relief, and then realized Darcy was massaging her ass deeper and more temptingly. Fucking hell. Now she wanted more than just his fingers inside her ass. The dildo in her pussy simply wasn’t enough to satisfy her. Actually, the only thing that would satisfy her were her men’s cocks. The toys were fun, but cocks were much better.

Raff removed the dildo from her cunt and once again Violet had to bite her lip so she didn’t demand he put it back. Instead he locked her foot in the spreader bar again.
What the fuck now?

One by one, Raff put her stilettos back on, helping her to maintain her balance, despite the spreader bar, as he did so. Meanwhile Darcy continued to prepare her ass. She was ready. She didn’t need him to do that anymore. She was certain she could take his cock now. Almost as if he’d read her mind Raff stepped back from her.
Good. The scene must be over already. Now we can go to bed. I hope they’ve booked a room here because I really don’t want to have to wait until we get to a hotel.

Just then Darcy pushed the dildo into her ass.
Hot damn!
She was full to the brim with the fucking thing, and the strands of the flogger hung down, tickling the skin of her ass and her inner thighs with the faint movement of the air in the dungeon.
That’s going to send me mad with lust.

Violet concentrated on remaining absolutely still. Even though there were no sounds at all in the dungeon, she was absolutely certain Raff and Darcy were communicating with each other, planning something behind her back. She listened as hard as she could but couldn’t pinpoint anything to clue her in to what would happen next.

Raff appeared in front of her, holding her trench coat. She went to turn around so he could help her put it on, but he shook his head at her. Violet just stared at him. He continued to hold it out to her, the inside back facing her.

“You want me to put it on backward?”

He nodded.

“What the fuck for?”

Again he simply stood there. Violet really couldn’t see the point of obeying him, but they were still in the dungeon so she slid her arms into the sleeves and let him step around her, folding the coat around her and tying the belt under her bust. That was wrong. With the belt right up there, as soon as she moved the flaps would fly open and expose her legs and the dildo in her ass.