A Mate to Share [Wolf Pack Mates 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 4

  “Crocodile? You’re having me on. No one eats alligators or crocodiles.” Morgan stared at her.

  Eve managed not to grin. “Certainly the meat can be a little tough if they’ve been running wild, but slow cooked with lots of vegetables and juices, they’re really quite delicious.”

  “Did you grow up in South Africa? You don’t have an accent,” said Jett.

  “I’ve never been to South Africa, and I’m one hundred percent American.”

  “So when and where did you eat the wildebeest? Aren’t they native to South Africa?”

  “They migrate every year, as they follow the grasses, so they follow the rains, but they’re in Tanzania and Kenya as well. Likely other places too. I visited Tanzania with my father three years ago and saw them there. And ate them as well. We ate all the local foods. My dad couldn’t wait to get home to American cooking, but I enjoyed trying everything new.”

  Eve waited until they’d assimilated that then asked, “What about you two. What are your favorite foods?”

  “I’m with your father. He sounds like a sensible man. You can’t go past a decent steak,” said Morgan.

  “But from a cow, not a wildebeest, apparently,” she teased him.

  “I’d be willing to try the wildebeest and the impala, but I’m not sure about the crocodile, unless I was very hungry,” said Jett thoughtfully.

  She teased Morgan a little more, then they talked generally about food until Jett stopped at the entrance to an underground parking lot. Eve knew where they were. The BDSM club. She’d been here several times. She’d been punished by Dom Augustus maybe once every two or three months for the last year, but he’d left and was now managing a club somewhere else. She missed him as he was a Dom she absolutely trusted to give her wonderful pleasure without any hints of sexuality or inappropriateness. Well, likely these two new men in her life would fill that lack. If they didn’t, she’d be no worse off than she already was. Somehow she knew they’d be trustworthy. But were they right for her? Perhaps she’d learn that tonight as well.

  With a man standing protectively on either side of her, she made her way up in the elevator, then through the club to the mezzanine floor, where a table had been reserved for them with a good view out over the stage. They ordered sodas and their meal, then continued to talk idly about places they’d visited and foods they’d eaten.

  The club had a very strict policy about limiting alcohol if people planned to use the dungeons, so Eve kept her options open by choosing only soda. Jett had a single beer, then drank sparkling water, and Morgan had a single glass of wine. All of which encouraged her to think they might have booked a dungeon for later in the evening.

  Eve was entranced, watching as the stage was prepared for the first act. A shallow box on high legs was set up with a mattress inside it, and a pile of shiny black fabric that she recognized as some sort of latex was placed beside it.

  By the time a naked, blindfolded man was led up to the stage and helped to climb inside the box, the crowd was silent. A woman wrapped the man in the latex, swaddling him tightly, then she massaged his body over the top of the black fabric. Almost at once he began sighing and moaning. It didn’t seem to matter whether she stroked his arms and legs, his body, his face, or his cock, everywhere the latex was pressed against his flesh aroused him. His orgasm was obvious to everyone from the jerking of his cock against the tight black swaddling. Eve glanced around carefully, trying not to move her head much, and saw quite a number of the crowd touching themselves under their tables, or more openly.

  She hadn’t thought about fetishes before, but it seemed latex was a very popular one.

  The stage was cleared up and the server brought her a fruit platter while Jett had a cheese platter and Morgan a chocolate brownie with vanilla ice cream.

  Then the second act began. A set of stocks was placed on stage and a collared male sub had his head locked into the middle space, and his arms through the holes on either side of his head.

  The stocks were then turned right around so his naked ass faced the crowd as his Dom began flogging him.

  The Dom used a range of equipment, including a cane, a whip, a paddle, and a flogger.

  In some ways Eve thought it was like a demonstration, as often the Dom only gave two or three strokes with one toy, letting the crowd see the pink marks on the sub’s ass, before getting out the next toy and using that.

  When the sub’s ass was bright pink, the Dom whipped him half a dozen times seriously, giving the sub his release. By then Eve’s nipples were tight little points. She was thinking it would be nice if her ass was bright red from a good whipping and if it was her skin being touched by a gentle male hand assessing how close she was to coming.

  Morgan and Jett both leaned over the table, taking her hands in theirs.

  “Are you ready to come and play sub and Doms in the dungeon with us?” asked Morgan.

  “You can say no. It’s completely your choice. No pressure,” added Jett.

  “I’d like to be in a dungeon with you both. I’m more than ready to play,” said Eve. And she meant it.

  “Good. Let’s go,” said Morgan.

  Hell, yes!

  Chapter Three

  Morgan had been watching Eve mostly, only giving a small percentage of his attention to the two stage shows. She was so beautiful he knew he’d never give up until she was mated to him and Jett. He’d even loved the gentle way she’d led him on and teased him. He liked that she had a sense of humor and fun, but that she was careful not to hurt his feelings while poking fun at him. He’d been following her and watching her for long enough to know she was sweet and gentle all through, as well as incredibly artistically talented. Truly she was a woman a man could respect as well as love and cherish. All he had to do now was convince her she’d be happiest with him and Jett.

  The two wolves were absolutely determined to make tonight something she’d never forget. To give her endless fulfillment and demonstrate to her she needed to stay with them forever. Well, that was the plan. Hopefully they could make it work.

  Jett went to the reception desk and picked up the passkey for the dungeon they’d reserved then the three of them took the stairs down to the dungeons. They stopped at the door and the men turned Eve so she faced them both.

  “Is this what you want, Eve? Two Doms in the dungeon tonight?” asked Morgan.

  “Yes.” Her eyes were glazed with lust, her cheeks pink. She certainly looked like she wanted them.

  “What is your safe word?” asked Jett.

  “Zanzibar.”

  “Zanzibar?”

  “Yes. It would have to be the most beautiful place on Earth, I think. White sand beaches, sparkling green sea, deep blue sky.”

  “Okay. Are you ready?” Morgan stared at her, hoping she wouldn’t suddenly decide to change her mind. She had to enter and consent of her free will. But his dick might just explode and kill him if she decided not to continue tonight.

  “I am.”

  Thank the fates for that.

  Jett unlocked the door and Morgan ushered Eve inside, following close behind her and bolting the door. He made sure the view flap was bolted shut as well. Some people liked the thought that a stranger could be watching them from the hallway, but on this occasion at least, Morgan preferred that the only people who would see Eve’s naked body were himself and Jett. And he could hardly wait to see her long lean limbs naked at last. He knew she’d be stunning.

  Morgan glanced at Jett and they both nodded.

  “The scene begins now,” said Jett.

  “Undress, sub,” ordered Morgan.

  While Jett went to the row of drawers under the counter on the back wall to collect some toys, Morgan watched Eve undress. She’d been aroused by the stage show of the sub being punished, so that was a good sign for their first plan, which was to whip and spank her with various different toys, to see what pleased her most. Basically their entire focus tonight would be on discovering what aroused her most, and where
her limits rested. But right now, Morgan’s body was one giant ache of longing to see her naked.

  He watched as she cast a quick, assessing glance around the dungeon. There were no hooks to hang up her clothing, and no chair by the door obviously left for her to use. She turned her back to the room and undressed. It was interesting she chose to pretend she was alone, like that, instead of deliberately giving him a strip show and watching his reaction. That alone told him quite a lot about her. It meant she was a private person rather than an exhibitionist, and it also said she was giving him his space, too, if he was undressing.

  He and Jett had decided to remove their shirts before starting the scene, but only to undress completely if it became certain they’d be fucking. And that would be well into the scene, not now. So he watched as she unzipped the long gown, unbuttoning the tight cuffs and letting it slide off her body. Her spine was lovely. A glorious straight line with the muscles of her back visible under her skin, and the knobs of her spine just showing through her skin to entrance him as she moved this way and that, taking off her shoes and folding the dress neatly.

  Her bra and panties were both white. He wondered if that was because she liked plain underwear, or because she didn’t want to wear brighter colors under the gray dress. Was it convenience or personality? An interesting thought, but one he’d find out the answer to over time.

  He shrugged out of his own shirt, leaving his chest bare, just as she finished placing her clothes in a neat pile. When Morgan turned and looked at Jett, his fellow wolf nodded, his posture already that of the ultimate Dom. Booted feet spread wide apart, black wristbands on his bare arms, his naked chest gleaming under the strong lights of the dungeon, and whip in hand.

  Morgan walked to the bench and picked up a lighter-weight paddle, leaving a heavier one on the top of the counter for later if it was needed.

  Eve moved into the empty center of the dungeon and stood still, head down, feet shoulder-width part, hands behind her back. Her spine was still straight, Morgan noticed, even though her head was bent. She’d left her hair piled up on her head, but she’d removed the pretty dangling earrings. That made sense because she wouldn’t want them in the way of anything they did right now.

  At the moment his biggest challenge would be concentrating on learning all her likes and dislikes, instead of simply admiring her delicious body. Oh, and keeping his own aching dick under control.

  He and Jett had spent a long time discussing the various advantages of using the St. Andrew’s Cross, the spanking bench, or chaining her to the wall. They’d finally decided to chain Eve, as it gave them a much wider range of choices as to what equipment they could use on her, and where they could touch her.

  So now he swallowed hard, made his voice as deep and strong as he could, and said, “Follow me, sub.”

  Obediently she crossed the room with him to the chains, and he cuffed her hands above her head, placed a spreader bar between her feet, and manacled her ankles to it. She faced the wall and he knew she wouldn’t be able to see them once they were behind her. He and Jett had talked about using a blindfold on her, but decided not to at first, in case she was a little hesitant about what they might do to her. Later, if she was clearly enjoying the punishment, they’d add one to her program.

  He checked that the height of the chains was exactly right, holding her arms up but not putting too much tension on her. He wanted Eve to be able to stay in this position for a while, without her shoulders aching, until he was almost ready to take her down. Her arms and shoulders hurting too soon would detract from the power of the whipping, instead of doing what it was supposed to do, which was add another little factor into the punishment.

  Jett started by standing level with her right hip and laying four neat, clean strokes with his whip across her ass. Each one left a faint pink line.

  He stepped back and Morgan moved in behind Eve, swatting her ass twice with the paddle, and then each upper thigh once.

  Now he took a step backward and Jett set his body to be level with Eve’s left hip. He repeated his strokes with the whip then crossed the room and took a thin, light cane from the counter, while Morgan repeated his paddling of Eve’s tightly muscled ass. Her butt was absolutely perfect. Rounded in a feminine way, but with plenty of muscle tone, so it was tautly stable, not jiggling and wobbling when he tried to paddle her. It was also turning pink, making it twice as delicious in his mind.

  Morgan swapped his paddle for the heavier one, while Jett caned Eve, and they both kept watch that she was appreciating the punishment. Her body language was still accepting and when he used his extra wolf senses to sniff her cunt, he could smell her arousal. Between her open legs the lips of her pussy were already glistening with her honey.

  He and Jett exchanged glances. It was all systems go with the next stage of their plan. He swatted her ass with the paddle, then spanked each thigh as he’d been doing before, but this time he followed up with one swat at each shoulder. She shouldn’t have been expecting that.

  Jett came back with a flogger and he let the strands trail over Eve’s skin, before punishing her with strokes that let some of the strands circle her ribs, and on his next strike, the strands also hit her pussy. Jett’s final stroke had a few strands land quite close to her breasts. Morgan gave one last paddle to her ass and then they stopped. By now she should be sufficiently highly aroused to beg them to finish her off. But that wasn’t their plan as yet.

  “Would you like to come, slave?” asked Jett.

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Are you wet?” asked Morgan.

  “Yes, Master.”

  Once again Morgan moved back to give Jett better access to Eve’s body. Morgan watched as Jett stroked one hand up the inside of Eve’s thigh. He saw her muscles twitching as Jett’s fingers lightly brushed the joint between her body and her leg. He also noted the almost infinitesimal movement of her hips, to try to get Jett’s fingers where she wanted them.

  “Wicked sub. For that disobedient act, there will be no release for you yet,” Morgan thundered.

  Jett had been watching Eve’s face as Morgan chastised her. He turned his head to Morgan and blinked. So, Eve must have reacted when he spoke. The most likely reason was that she’d been surprised they noticed her tiny movement. Well, that was the advantage of there being two of them. One could be looking at her cunt while the other watched her body as a whole. She was smart, though. She wouldn’t make that mistake again. But right now they would punish her for it.

  Jett kneeled down and uncuffed her ankles, taking the spreader bar back to the drawers and putting it away, while Morgan unlocked her hands and massaged her shoulders. He led her back to the middle of the room and said, “Kneel. Hands behind your back.”

  When she did so he unzipped his pants and let them fall, pulling his cock out of his low-rise thong. “Suck me.”

  She wouldn’t know how much he’d been longing for this moment—assuming things had gone as they’d guessed. But Morgan had felt sure that sooner or later she’d push the boundaries. He knew under that cool and reserved exterior a very passionate woman was hiding, and one who had a smart mind as well. When she’d teased them on the way here he’d been certain she’d test her will against theirs at some stage. And she had. So now his big concern was going to be seeing how proficient she was at sucking cock without risking himself coming. Just seeing her naked and obedient, her ass all pretty and pink, was almost enough to make him come without feeling her luscious lips on his aching dick as well.

  Eve leaned forward and flattened her tongue, licking a long swipe up the side of his shaft. She did that so well his entire body shivered with delight. Then she wrapped her tongue around his cockhead, and gradually sucked him into her mouth. She pressed the tip of her tongue in the eye of his dick and licked out his cum, before sucking him so more.

  Holy shit! He was going to have to stop her quite soon or the game would be all over. He longed to grab hold of her hair and move her head until she sucked him to c
ompletion, but that was not the plan for today. Today was to be all about her. Finding her limits, learning all her quirks and tastes, pleasing her so much she wanted to be with them again, and again, and again.

  “Enough. Lie flat on your face, hands by your side.”

  Morgan stepped back and pushed his engorged cock back inside his thong, then pulled his pants up. The next section was Jett’s. He looked across at his co-Dom and saw Jett’s cock was just as huge as his. This could be interesting.

  * * * *

  When he’d run his hand up Eve’s inner thigh, Jett’s cock had almost exploded. He’d scarcely touched her silky soft skin, but it’d been enough to almost bring him to his knees. He’d been really glad Morgan was there to punish her for teasing him, because his endurance had been stretched to the breaking point. Now it was time to see if he could make her snap.

  The way they’d told her to lie on the cold concrete floor meant she couldn’t watch them. When a sub was permitted to rest her head on her forearms, she could sneak a peek out between her fingers. By ordering Eve to have her face to the floor all she could use to watch them was a small amount of her peripheral vision, and Jett intended to make damn sure she couldn’t guess his plans.

  Jett stomped over to the counter, letting his boots echo on the concrete floor. He’d asked for ice cubes to be provided in an insulated flask so there was no hint for her to guess by catching sight of an ice bucket or something like that. Anyone who saw an insulated flask would automatically assume it was a hot drink, not ice.

  Jett kneeled beside her body and said, “You aren’t permitted to move.” Then he placed a row of ice cubes along her spine, a shorter row in the small of her back above her ass, and picked up a single cube in his fingers to force inside her anus. When it popped through the tight ring of muscles, he inserted a second one, then a third. The heat of her body would very quickly melt the cubes. The room was warm, and her ass was hot from the punishment. Nonetheless, he watched her skin sprout goose bumps where the ice rested.