The Dom Tests Her Serenity [Unchained Love 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)
Unchained Love 6
The Dom Tests Her Serenity
Serena Griffin had a very public breakup with Pete Jackson and Josh Taylor over a misunderstanding. When Pete and Josh explain themselves to Serena, she agrees to give them another try and spends the night with them. Serena has the best night of her life—until she realizes they never once said they loved her or wanted to mate her.
Sure she’s given her heart away to two panthers who are only looking for something casual, Serena panics and finds a place to hide until everything blows over. But she might have more reason to hide when she sees a man lurking near her work and realizes the rogue panthers are back.
Pete and Josh are in trouble with their Alpha for pushing Serena away. How can they get him on their side again to help them win Serena back and show her they want her bound to them forever, not just in the dungeon?
Genre: BDSM, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Shape-shifter
Length: 37,777 words
THE DOM TESTS HER SERENITY
Unchained Love 6
Cara Adams
MENAGE EVERLASTING
Siren Publishing, Inc.
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THE DOM TESTS HER SERENITY
Copyright © 2013 by Cara Adams
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THE DOM TESTS HER SERENITY
Unchained Love 6
CARA ADAMS
Copyright © 2013
Chapter One
Serena leaned against the still-shaking door and fought hard not to cry. Within the next five minutes the entire community would know she’d broken up with Josh and Pete. She’d thought she loved them both, had even considered they’d maybe mate one day, and to have Josh so casually say, “But we never wear a condom when we fuck and we’re not going to start wearing one now,” had killed all her hopes and expectations stone-dead.
She wasn’t stupid. She knew that men their age, late twenties, wouldn’t be virgins. But bloody hell, they’d been dating her for months. Couldn’t they keep their pricks in their pants for a few months? Why did they think they had a left hand, for fuck’s sake?
“Dad would be disappointed in you, Serena.” The voice spoke through the door, the mouth almost exactly at her ear level. Her twin, Verity.
“What?”
“You used bloody six times in the one sentence.”
Serena quickly thought back to what she’d asked. What do you bloody mean you never bloody wear a bloody condom? How many bloody women have you bloody slept with already? I thought you bloody cared about me?
“It was two—no, three—sentences, and at least I didn’t say fuck or shit like anyone else would have.”
“Are you going to open the door and let me in?”
Serena sighed, took a deep breath, stood behind the door where no one could see her wearing only her underwear, and opened it a mere inch. Her sister’s fingers appeared in the gap, pushing the door wider, as Verity slid through the smallest possible space, leaving Serena hidden behind the solid wood.
“There’s a hell of a mess in the hallway,” Verity said conversationally.
“Josh and Pete can clean it up. I’m not.” Serena sagged onto the floor and rested her head on her knees. Instantly Verity was beside her, putting an arm around her shoulder as she had done so often when they were children.
Serena couldn’t stop the tears anymore. “I love them and they’ve been fucking other women, or one other woman, without using protection, all along. They could be about to become fathers, or have caught diseases, or anything. It’s such incredibly selfish and stupid behavior. It disrespects everyone and I never thought they’d be like that. A true Dom always cares properly for his sub. He doesn’t risk her health and happiness by acting in a selfish immature way. ”
Verity held her tighter. “That sucks. But if they’ve been fucking a whole bunch of different women, maybe that’s because it was just sex and they really do love you.”
“I’d like to cut their fucking balls off,” said Serena, looking up at Verity.
“But then you couldn’t fuck them if you ever change your mind. Why not just chain them in one of the dungeons for a week or two?”
“Without food.”
“Yes. Only water. Just enough so they don’t get ill.”
“Oh, I like that plan.”
“See, you’re feeling better already. Now, tell me what happened,” ordered Verity.
“They took me out to dinner, which they’ve done a few times. But tonight they asked to come into my room afterward, and I thought we were finally going to fuck. You know how much I love them, even though I haven’t said anything to anyone else. Or I thought I loved them. Likely it was just my imagination, but I thought we were exclusive, a unit. I thought one day we’d get mated. I thought they cared about me.”
Verity nodded.
“We were kissing and—” Serena blushed. She wasn’t sure how innocent Verity was nowadays, so maybe it would be better not to go into too much detail. She rather thought her twin wasn’t a virgin anymore, but still…“And that’s when Josh said they never wore condoms and weren’t going to start wearing one for me.”
She turned to Verity and said what had made her almost as mad as the thought of them having another woman in their lives. “I can’t bear the thought they were two-timing me and loving another woman. Making both of us unhappy. But even if they were just sleeping around, being a panther doesn’t stop them getting a human woman pregnant, and there’s still the possibility of them getting some sexually transmitted disease.”
Verity gave Serena another hug then moved slightly forward so they were more face-to-face. “You feel they betrayed your trust.”
“They did betray my trust. And who knows if their actions will cause all sorts of problems in the future, like Sam’s abandonment of his son David did.”
Serena leaned back against the door. Outside she could hear people moving around and the whirr of a vacuum cleaner in action. Suddenly she giggled. “Do you think they’ll have to pay for the smashed crockery and vase?”
“It would serve them right.” Verity laughed.
And that made Serena laugh, too.
“But seriously, Serena, how could you let Dad down by using bloody all those times in the one sentence? You know how hard we worked to pick our own swear words instead of copying everyone else,” teased Verity.
“And I chose bloody and you chose bastard as our favorite words after that British friend of Dad’s called the taxi driver a bloody bastard one day, and Dad was horrified.” Serena grinned. “They’re just a couple of bloody—”
“—bastards!”
“Bloody.”
“Bastards.”
“Armpits!”
“Because they smell bad.”
“Onion-eyed—”
“Toad-spotted—”
“Pukable—”
“Puttock!”
Serena was laughing hard now, remembering that day so long ago when their dad, a professor of English, had heard them using “fuck.”
“Girls, girls. People who swear do so because they have no adequate knowledge of the English language. I’ve brought you up better than that. Go to a thesaurus and find adjectives that truly describe that which upsets you.”
Well, their pet words had gotten them through life so far, even for the past two years while their dad was working in the Middle East, but bloody was still her favorite, although armpits had to be her second favorite, and calling someone a puttock usually made them stop arguing in confusion even though it only meant a greedy person and wasn’t as bad as armpits, for example.
“Life is not free for women over there. It’s a man’s world, my sweets. You’ll be much better off staying here with the pack.”
“I miss him, sometimes, you know,” she said, turning to Verity.
As always her twin knew exactly what she meant. “I miss him, too, but it’s better for us to be here where we have jobs and a community.”
“A BDSM community.” Suddenly Serena had a brilliant idea to get Pete and Josh out of her mind. “Tomorrow after work let’s go to the BDSM club in town and watch a few scenes. Something naughty but not too dangerous. You can bring Noah and Ezra if you want.”
Verity shook her head. “They’d want us to stay with them all night and regulate what we watch. No, we’ll go alone so we can see whatever we want to. We’ll take our changes of clothes to work and stay in town for a meal before going to the club. It’ll be an adventure for us.”
Serena turned and high-fived Verity. “Deal.”
* * * *
Serena was so excited she had to concentrate to walk straight and not slip and break an ankle in the six-inch heels she was wearing. She’d seen Jubilee, a human friend, dance in six-inch heels and had no idea how she managed it. Maybe she had stronger ankles or something. But every time Serena moved too fast she wobbled, so slow stepping was going to be all she could do tonight. Well, she wasn’t going to a BDSM club to dance anyway. She planned to watch at least one slightly risqué scene with a club Dom. No fucking, but maybe the Dom and sub would be naked. Or maybe she’d even go into a private dungeon with her sister to watch one of the club Doms in action.
She felt the tears start to gather behind her eyes again and deliberately straightened her spine, stomping her feet loudly to hide the tiny sniff she couldn’t help but let out. Verity instantly took her hand and squeezed it. Serena turned her head to smile at her sister.
Verity was wearing the shocking pink minidress she’d bought for their twenty-first birthday party. It looked really good against Verity’s light-brown skin and bob-cut reddish-brown hair.
Serena’s own hair was long and a darker brown, but in their cougar forms their fur was almost the same orange-tan color. She was wearing a skintight, floor-length black dress with a slit up the side to the top of her thigh. Because she was walking slowly and carefully in these damn shoes she wasn’t showing much leg, but if she took longer steps likely people would see glimpses of her tiny, black lace panties.
At the door to the club they showed their photo IDs and paid the entry fee then moved into the main bar and lounge. One wall was all mirrors and in front of it stood a narrow stage where people would perform later in the evening. Serena and Verity had agreed they’d leave at midnight, after which some of the displays became quite hardcore, involving blood sports. While Serena would be interested in watching, she knew the people who stayed after midnight were opening themselves up to requests to join a Dom in the dungeon or in one of the bedrooms upstairs, and neither she nor Verity were looking for that much wickedness. Just something deliciously naughty.
They each bought a bottle of water at the bar, intending to stay absolutely sober this night. That was one thing Carnal Connections, the BDSM community where their pack lived, insisted on. That alcohol and BDSM scenes didn’t mix. They said the Dom needs all his senses to time the scene correctly and the sub needs to be completely alert to understand all the nuances of the scene her Dom has planned for her. Half the meaning of BDSM was what happened inside the sub’s head during the session. If a sub’s senses were dulled she couldn’t see, smell, taste, imagine all the good things her Dom wanted her to experience. So, no alcohol.
Two men came over and asked them to dance. Serena smiled, put the top back on her bottle of water, and dropped it into her purse, then accepted the shorter, darker man’s hand and went onto the dance floor. I hope I don’t break an ankle doing this. He was an excellent dancer, his movements slow, smooth, and erotic. He held her firmly against his warm body, not forcing himself on her but clearly demonstrating he’d like to do more than dance. Regretfully, Serena thought she’d have to decline. Just because Josh and Pete fucked around all over town didn’t mean she should copy them.
She flicked a glance across the dance floor to her sister. Verity seemed to be chatting to her dance partner, so likely everything was going well for her, too.
“My name’s Joe. I don’t recall seeing you here before.”
“I’m Serena. My sister and I’ve come here once or twice.”
“Do you like to play?” asked Joe.
Serena hoped this wouldn’t end the conversation, but she needed to be honest. “Only in the most peripheral way. Mostly I watch. No sex either.”
“No sex, huh. I wonder if I can change your mind. I can promise you the best orgasms of your life if you come into the dungeon with me.”
“It sounds tempting, but I’m sorry. No. My boundaries are firm.”
Joe returned her to the bar after the dance and she noticed him dancing with a blonde shortly afterward. Verity came and sat back with her. “You didn’t have to stop dancing. I’m fine here, truly.”
“Nah. He’d already booked a bedroom, so it was never going to work. He was a good dancer, though.”
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“So was the other man. Such a waste, eh?”
Just then a couple walked up to the stage and began a stunning display of dirty dancing. Serena was not naïve or an innocent baby. She lived in a BDSM community and had turned twenty-one recently. But the way this couple danced raised her blood pressure, made her pulse pound and her cunt throb. She thought it might even be possible to have an orgasm just watching them and would be ready to swear the couple must surely climax themselves from what they were doing. They danced around each other, only touching here and there but always somewhere erotic, the woman’s breast, the man’s ass, hands brushing fleetingly across bare skin. Then she gave him a lap dance, never actually touching his cock, but her movements imitated every erotic gesture imaginable. Finally the man grabbed the woman and flipped her up in his arms, his hand grasping her ass as they left the room.
“I need a cold shower,” whispered Verity.
“Me, too.”
When the dance music began again, two blond, Viking-looking men came across to Serena and Verity. One of them tugged her out of her chair and asked, “Dance with me?” She glanced at her sister, but Verity was already standing up with the other blond. They weren’t identical, but they were quite similar in looks, height, and build.
Serena glanced at her own blond and said, “My sister and I are twins. Are you a twin, too?”
“Nope, I’m thirteen months older than Paavo. I was always an inch taller than him until he turned sixteen. Saddest day of my life when he caught up to me.”
But Serena saw he was smiling. “I’m Serena,” she said.