Mold Me [Dungeon Masters 4] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting) Page 2

  Wanting to play, Callum pushed past Lachlan, deliberately knocking into his hips as he ran toward the beginning of their exercise track. This close to the house, it was simply a narrow foot track in the grass, and it led to a very low hill that gave a bit of an outlook over their property. Their five acres was very nearly a rectangle, with an empty farm immediately behind them, and farmers either side of them. Neither of their closest neighbors could see this hill from their property, so Callum felt safe running up it and exposing himself in his wolf form.

  The abandoned property was the subject of a disputed will which had been dragging through the courts for years, with no sign of immediate settlement. Once the will was settled they might have to avoid this part of their land until they could plant some trees to shelter them from their neighbors’ eyes. Right now the neighboring property was enclosed from the road it faced with a high barbed wire security fence liberally coated with signs threatening trouble for anyone who entered the land. It had been enough to keep local kids and shooters out, which was all Callum really cared about.

  He stared out over his land. His land. It was an amazing feeling to know this soil, this grass, these trees, were his. Well, his and Lachlan’s. They’d grown up on a large farm with their pack, and land was special to them both. He hadn’t really understood just how much he’d missed the link to his roots until he and Lachlan had bought this farm.

  And maybe soon there’d be a woman to share with them and at last they’d be a family. He longed for their woman. Far more shape-shifter males were born than females. The Supreme Alpha of North America had established a werewolf genealogy project which was trying to solve the dilemma of why so few girls were born. All they’d learned so far was that when wolves mated humans the ratio returned to about fifty percent males, fifty percent females, so the Alpha permitted inter-species marriages. He also encouraged several males to share a woman since female wolves were scarce and finding a human woman willing to mate a shape-shifter wasn’t particularly easy to accomplish either.

  If this Phoenix was their woman, all Callum’s hopes and dreams would come true. But just because she thought Lachlan was sexy and was interested in BDSM wasn’t really all that much to make a decision on. Maybe she didn’t want a ménage. Maybe she hated shape-shifters. Maybe Lachlan had imagined her interest. Callum really needed to remain grounded at this stage. But he couldn’t help a little bubble of hope and happiness bouncing around inside him.

  Just then the big black wolf crashed into him, knocking him flat onto his belly. That’s right. They were here to exercise, not to meditate on the unknowable possibilities of the future. He sprang to his feet, and raced down the side of the hill at full speed. Callum skidded around a tree and hid under a bush with branches right to the ground. Of course, it was impossible for them to hide from each other. They knew each other’s scents and habits too well. But it was fun to play and relax in their shifted forms.

  He felt the whisper of air that told him Lachlan was about to pounce and managed to escape this time, running full speed for their track. Lachlan was bigger and stronger than him, that extra inch in his legs helping him overtake Callum easily and take the lead.

  For the next half hour they ran around their workout track, jumping over small shrubs and bushes and the logs they’d deliberately placed on the track to give them a challenge. First Lachlan led, then Callum, each of them cutting off corners and sprinting through the grass to take the lead in turn. By the time they returned to the barn he was tired yet relaxed and refreshed from the exercise. They’d covered a lot of territory in their run, and there was no sign anyone had been on the land except them and the cattle, which pleased him greatly.

  Being nonhuman was both a joy and a worry. So many people believed stupid B-grade movies that made werewolves out to be bad guys. People became a werewolf at conception, when they inherited the gene from their parents, just as they inherited genes for curly hair and long toes and eye color. No matter how many times a werewolf bit someone, even on a full moon, they would never turn furry.

  Yet the fear against shape-shifters was very real so a smart werewolf kept his status secret, sharing it only with other shifters he trusted and a few, a very few, sympathetic and understanding humans.

  I hope Phoenix is one of them. Lachlan obviously wants her so I hope she likes wolves.

  * * * *

  When Phoenix was left in the foyer of The Dom’s Dungeon, she turned to the redheaded woman on the desk and said, “He wouldn’t tell me, but he’s a Dom isn’t he?”

  “Why do you want to know?”

  Dammit, why did people always answer a question with a question? That was one of her own techniques for finding out information. Damn the redhead for using it against her.

  “I want to book a session with a Dom and I like the look of him. He seems to me to be the kind of Dom I’d like to meet.”

  “Have you ever been with a Dom before? I didn’t recognize you when you arrived although I know you’re a friend of Ryia’s.”

  “Ryia and I met at the ‘New Directions in the Adult Industry’ convention. That’s when Asher and Elijah told me about the club. I’ve never been with a Dom before. I’d never even been to a dungeon until today. But it’s very intriguing and I want to come back.”

  “I can send through a request but the decision is the Dom’s. Before your appointment, though, you need to fill in one of our questionnaires and sign the Code of Conduct. What’s your e-mail address and I’ll send the paperwork to you now.”

  Phoenix gave her e-mail address and arranged a booking for Friday evening. It seemed a long time away from now, but she really did need to concentrate on her job and doing boring things like laundry and shopping for the next few days after being away at a convention for three days.

  Friday had snuck up on her so fast her bed was covered with discarded lingerie by the time she’d decided what to wear to the BDSM club.

  All the way to the dungeon she pictured herself with the sexy security guard. It was only after she parked her car in the basement parking lot and pressed the button for the elevator that she remembered there’d been no promise he would be her Dom.

  Well fuck. He has to be. He’s the one I want. I’ve never met a man I’ve lusted after so much the first time I ever saw him. Well, except maybe Johnny Depp in that first Pirates of the Caribbean movie. But no one who’s real. And that was like, ten or eleven years ago when I was only a teenager anyway.

  When Phoenix reached the foyer of The Dom’s Dungeon, she walked straight over to the help desk, recognizing the redheaded woman from her previous visit. “Hi there, I’m back. I’m Phoenix Moore. I have a booking. Were you able to make it with that yummy security guard?”

  “Hi, Phoenix. You’ll be with Dom Lachlan in Dungeon Two. Here’s your pass for tonight. If you go through to the Stage Lounge and wait there, your Dom will collect you at the right time and take you down to the dungeon. Please remember that if you choose to have more than two standard drinks you won’t be permitted to play tonight.”

  “That’s all right. I read that in the instructions. I can survive on Sprite for one night.”

  She read the woman’s name tag and recalled hearing her name mentioned before. I should have remembered that. “Thanks, Juliana.”

  Forcing herself not to run, Phoenix headed to the second hallway, past a security guard who wasn’t the yummy one, but who nodded at her when she showed her pass, and down to the Stage Lounge. It was a large room with two levels of tables overlooking the main stage and a smaller stage where a band played for part of every night. As well as the obligatory bar, there was also a surprisingly diverse menu with excellent food. Asher, one of the men she’d met at the convention, was the head chef here, and some of the menu items he’d mentioned had made her mouth water.

  The paperwork she’d had to complete had been extremely comprehensive. The Code of Conduct made it quite clear any behavior departing from the safe, sane, and consensual rule wouldn’t be tolerate
d. And it seemed The Dom’s Dungeon took their provision of food and drink just as seriously. Hey, I can drink wine any evening. Having my first dungeon session is too special not to be fully alert. One drink might relax me, but I’ll stick with none.

  Phoenix sat at a table by the dance floor but where she had a good view of anyone approaching her from the doorway that led down to the dungeons. I want the yummy security guard. I want the yummy security guard, she chanted in her mind. All day she’d reminded herself that any session in a dungeon with a Dom was going to be an amazing experience. But she couldn’t prevent herself from hoping like hell the Dom would be her security guard.

  When he came toward her, she whimpered with lust. He was wearing skin-tight, black leather pants tucked into shiny black boots. He had a broad, black leather belt around his waist and a thick, black leather cuff on his left wrist. His dark hair was brushed back off his face, and his chest was gleaming with oil. Or maybe sweat. He was the most delicious man she’d ever seen and his dark-brown gaze was fixed on her face as if he was about to swallow her whole.

  Yes, please.

  Chapter Two

  Damn, she was hot. Five-alarm fire hot. Her long, dark hair was pulled back in some kind of a braid, her brown eyes were heavy lidded with lust, her cheeks flushed with passion, and when she flicked her tongue out to dampen her lips, his dick grew another inch, at least. If she did that again, he’d come in his pants like a teenager.

  Instead he made himself frown at her and speak as if it was to a complete stranger. “Follow me, sub.”

  She leapt lightly to her feet, seeming to have no difficulty whatsoever in walking fast in her mile-high fuck-me shoes. When he finally took her to bed he’d order her to leave those shoes on. Just a blindfold, and those shoes. The rest of her would be a completely naked playground for himself and Callum.

  Thoughts of her naked had his dick pressing hard against his leather pants, making him wish he’d worn underwear. But with this outfit, a visible underwear line would be just as damaging to his credibility as it would be to any celebrity on the red carpet. He needed every possible aspect of himself, his clothing, and his deportment, to scream Dom, or he’d lose his control, grab the little witch, and fuck her until she screamed in release.

  She seemed even more enticing right now than she’d appeared to be the day he met her, and that had to be impossible. No woman had ever affected him like this before. He knew Callum would like her, too. He kept his face blank but inside he was wondering what she’d say when she saw Callum waiting for her in the dungeon.

  According to the rules, if a Dom fucked a client that person was thereafter their sub and they couldn’t fuck any other subs until the relationship ended. That was fine by Lachlan. He planned for this relationship to never end. He had a nice little after-hours job working here as a Dom occasionally, and he’d never fucked a sub yet. After today, he wouldn’t ever fuck anyone but Phoenix. And he’d be fucking her a dozen times a day the way she turned him on. She would be his priority from now on. But first, to teach her all about BDSM. And introduce her to Callum.

  He didn’t slow down as he marched down the stairs, but her shoes kept time with his paces, clattering behind him. He felt a fraction guilty at expecting her to move fast on steps in those enormously high heels, but she could have slowed herself down if she’d wanted to, and there was no hint of her stumbling. She must be damn sure-footed. That was a good thing. Maybe they could take her for a run out on their farm later in their relationship. If this worked out there was still the giant hurdle of explaining that he and Callum were shape-shifters. But already he couldn’t imagine ever letting her go, so it’d have to work out. It was a simple as that. He was a patient man. He could wait. Possibly for as long as a week.

  He stopped at the door to Dungeon Two and turned to face her. The walk here didn’t seem to have cooled her ardor or tired her at all. She was still aroused and excited, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright and sparkling. Using his Dom voice he said firmly, “Close your eyes and take two long steps straight ahead into the dungeon. Stand perfectly still until I give you permission to open your eyes or move. Do you understand?”

  She swallowed and nodded, then said, “Yes, Sir.”

  The scene hadn’t officially started yet, but he was pleased with her reply. Nevertheless he worked hard to keep his face stern. He swiped his card over the door lock and opened the door just wide enough for her to enter. He watched as she closed her eyes and took the two paces forward. He slid in behind her, locking the door and replacing his card in his pocket.

  The lights were dimmed to their lowest setting and Callum was standing in the center of the dungeon, his legs spread wide, his arms crossed over his chest, and wearing nothing but a pair of jeans. Lachlan stomped across the stone floor of the dungeon to stand beside Callum and then said, “Open your eyes but don’t move from your position.”

  Her eyes went wide and then wider as she stared at the two of them, and then the most amazing smile lit up her entire face. “Just like Ryia with Asher and Elijah, I get both of you? Oh, wow. Yee-haw!”

  “Did I give you permission to speak?” he thundered.

  She jumped a little but the smile didn’t waver. “No, Sir, but you didn’t tell me I couldn’t speak either.”

  Lachlan heard the faintest snort from Callum but he was certain she wouldn’t have heard it, not having extra sharp werewolf senses.

  Damn, the little witch. She was going to drive him insane. And he simply couldn’t gag her this first time in the dungeon. She had to be free to use her safe word until she got to know him and Callum better.

  “When you read the Code of Conduct, did you choose a safe word?”

  “Not exactly, Sir. I prefer to try the traffic light system.”

  “Very well. If you call red the game will stop completely and it will not resume. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “If you call orange, I might ask you to explain what is concerning you, or what you are not enjoying. Apart from answering a direct question from me, the only other words you are permitted to use are orange and red. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Very well. Take off all your clothes and wait for me in the center of the dungeon. You will kneel on the floor, your hands by your sides and your forehead resting on the floor. Do you understand?”

  He watched to see if she didn’t like his instructions. Most Doms expected their subs to look down but many permitted the subs to stand. He was deliberately testing her boundaries at the moment. Although, since she was so talkative he suspected having to remain silent would be far more difficult for her than kneeling on the floor.

  However she replied, “Yes, Sir,” with no hesitation and turned to look for where she should get undressed. When she didn’t see a coat hook or a chair, she did what most subs did by moving across to the wall and leaving her clothing there. He was saddened when she removed those wonderful shoes, but it was necessary for the scene to go ahead. The shoes would be useful again later.

  She rolled her clothes into a bundle and did as he’d asked. Now would come the next test. How long would she wait before she spoke to him or began fidgeting? A good sub could last half an hour, but this was her first time. He suspected ten minutes might be around her limit. He was about to find out.

  * * * *

  Callum was not a Dom but he and Lachlan had been born into the same pack and were only two years different in age, so they’d tended to do a lot of things together all their lives. Although they’d fought from time to time as boys and young men, he couldn’t remember them ever not being best friends. And from the time the Supreme Alpha of North America had approved ménage matings, they’d known they would share a woman. Women were so scarce that sharing was the only logical way they could hope for a mate. And with two of them to romance and please a woman, Callum was certain they were twice as likely to succeed.

  When Phoenix had stepped into the dungeon, her eyes squeezed
shut, he’d known at once that Lachlan was right. She was perfect for them. Of course, he had the advantage of Lachlan having told him all about her. Apart from that, one look at her long dark hair, luscious body, and smart replies had him ready to worship at her feet. Especially since those feet were adorned by the most amazing shoes he’d ever seen. He had no idea how she’d managed to walk down the stairs in them, but she had, which proved she was as smart as her lighthearted replies had indicated. He already knew she was vivacious and intelligent from the way she spoke. Those two things were as important to him as her magnificent hair and luscious curves.

  He had assisted Lachlan in dungeon scenes from time to time when a sub wanted certain things, such as two men. But it was infrequently, so he’d been rather nervous waiting here. Now he’d seen Phoenix, he was even more nervous, worried that he’d spoil the scene by doing something wrong, and that Phoenix wouldn’t be satisfied as fully as she ought to be. Such a beautiful woman deserved the very best efforts he could produce. Lachlan had explained to him what would happen, and he simply had to follow the instructions, assuming he could remember them all.

  The first one was not to make any movement or sound when Lachlan told Phoenix to wait. This time was to force her to anticipate what might happen next. Lachlan needed the sub’s imagination to be working super fast, so that by the time Callum or Lachlan did something her nerves would be stretched tight and she’d get the maximum benefit out of each step in the program.

  Callum was good at standing still. He could do that no worries. He had his bodyweight comfortably balanced, whereas Phoenix wouldn’t be used to kneeling on a cold stone floor, especially not with her forehead resting on the stone as well. Soon her thigh muscles and neck muscles would start to pull and she’d want to wiggle. He couldn’t wait to see how she dealt with the urge to move. Would she twitch and fidget or remain still?