Take Me [Dungeon Masters 1] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting) Read online

  Very soon she sighed and flooded his hand with her cream.

  Well, well, well. What a wonderful erotic woman she was indeed. He hadn’t expected her to come so easily. She was an absolute treasure.

  He stepped out of the shower, washed his hands and then took Tamara from Simon and wrapped her in a towel. Her hair was wet, but they hadn’t actually washed it. Likely they should have, although some women were fussy about shampoos and conditioners and who knew what else. They could worry about all that tomorrow. Maybe go back to her room and collect her luggage so she had whatever she needed.

  He patted her skin dry and took her back to the bed, laying her on her side in the middle. Then he dried himself and climbed in beside her, dropping the towel to the floor. Soon Simon joined them. This was what he liked. A woman to share. A woman who had fulfilled them and kept up with them. A woman who welcomed them into her body and was willing to take more. Hopefully, in the morning they’d be able to do a lot more. Hell yes. He had some ropes in his luggage that he’s really like to use to decorate her body.

  Chapter Three

  Simon rested his hand on Tamara’s hip. He loved the rich curve of her soft skin. Her body called to his wolf and he knew that if she let them fuck her again this morning, it would calm his itching need to run far better than jogging around the neighborhood. Although with the wedding this afternoon and knowing he’d be crammed up with the million other guests for hours, he would run as a precaution anyway.

  Being a werewolf was just what he was. It was neither a good thing nor a bad thing. It was just him. The way his skin grew itchy if he didn’t run, however, was a fucking nuisance. Although fucking always helped. Some wolves didn’t need to change all that often. Most were energetic and exercised a lot, though. But some could stay in human form for weeks. Anything more than twenty-four hours and he was anxious to change again.

  Normally, he’d get up and go for a run now, when a lot of other joggers would be pounding the pavement before starting their day. But not today. There was no way he was leaving the bed while Tamara was in it and there was the chance she’d fuck them again. Hell, even if she wouldn’t fuck them, if she was too sore, he wasn’t going to move. He could lie beside her and breathe in her scent, and fill his eyes with the sight of her glorious creamy skin. Maybe even touch her and lightly stroke her sweet softness without waking her up.

  Very gently he stroked up and over her hip. She mumbled something, rolling onto her back and parting her legs. Well, hell, that was an invitation and a half. Simon wasn’t sure if she was waking up or not, but he couldn’t resist the opportunity. Tenderly he slid his hand from her hip across to her belly and ran his fingers through her cunt curls. He knew if she was shaved down there, her skin would be much more sensitive and her orgasms better, but selfishly he was glad she hadn’t shaved. He liked combing his fingers through her tight little brown curls and teasing the skin underneath them. His finger came to rest on her clit and he stroked the top of the little button.

  “More.”

  So, if she hadn’t been awake before she was now. Or almost anyway. He circled the little button stroking the skin around it and then tugging gently on it to bring it to full arousal.

  Leif rolled up onto an elbow. “I have some shibari ropes in my luggage. I could wrap you in such a way that your orgasms would be harder than ever. Have you heard of shibari before, Tamara?”

  Her green eyes opened and there was the hint of a smile around her lips. “It’s a Japanese practice. When the rigger ties up the model it’s to make pretty patterns on her body. If he does it correctly the knots he uses will be on her pressure points and she has a most excellent orgasm.”

  Simon grinned at the look on Leif’s face. Clearly he hadn’t expected her to know that much.

  “That’s not quite right but it’s close enough for now. Can I practice my art on your body?”

  “As long as you promise to untie me in plenty of time to get ready for this damn wedding.”

  “It’s a deal.”

  Simon pulled Tamara into his arms and kissed her properly while Leif climbed off the bed to get his ropes ready. Leif was damn good at shibari. Simon knew Tamara was about to have an extremely carnal experience and he’d enjoy watching. But right now he’d rather be touching her.

  He rolled her underneath his body, inserting his leg between hers, letting her feel the hot, hard ridge of his dick pressing against her warm, wet pussy. He was so close. He could be inside her in a heartbeat, bareback, pumping his seed deep into her cunt. But that would spoil the tension and buildup of the shibari. So instead, he concentrated on kissing her, sucking on her tongue and then sliding down her body and licking her breasts.

  He pulled a nipple into his mouth then sucked the entire areola in as well. Simon bracketed her body with his, cupping her breasts in his hands and rolling, pinching and tugging on her nipples until she was wiggling frantically beneath him, demanding more. He flipped them over so she was on top of him, giving her some control, but slid his hand down over her ass massaging those luscious cheeks.

  Tamara gripped his face, holding him still to kiss him, and he took advantage of her seriousness to slide a finger into her ass. She was so hot and tight. He’d like to have his dick in there today. If she wasn’t too sore. If she agreed. Judging by the way she was pushing back on his finger and riding his leg with her wet cunt, she was more than agreeable to play some more. Awesome.

  * * * *

  “I’m ready. Come here, Tamara.”

  Leif stared at her. She looked so damn lovely lying there all tangled up with Simon. She’d be hot, wet, aroused, and needy, absolutely perfect for his purpose. When done properly, shibari could send the model into subspace. He certainly wasn’t going to attempt that today. For a start, he didn’t know her well enough yet, wasn’t fully informed of her triggers. But also he wanted her to develop a taste for his toys. So he wanted her to be left hot and needy, not fulfilled. He’d give her a small orgasm, just enough to take the edge off until he and Simon could fuck her again.

  Simon lifted her up and she crawled to the end of the bed, sitting there and staring at him. Her huge green eyes were wide open and sparkling with excitement, a slight smile curving her lips upward, and her body language was open and accepting. Good.

  “Stand up please.”

  She did as he asked and he quickly wrapped four strands of ropes around her body immediately above and below her breasts, pinning her arms to her sides. He wanted the breasts constrained and to be full, hot, and hard, but not bound as tightly as he would wrap them if he wanted her to send her to subspace.

  Taking two more lengths of rope, Leif attached them to the bindings at her center back, and fed them up her spine, underneath the other ropes above her breasts, then over her shoulder, and down her front, once again, underneath the ropes that bound her breasts. That meant that these two ropes were against her skin all the way from her center back, to her cunt. Now came the best bit. He laid her on her back on the bed, and, watching her face, he pulled the ropes tightly from her breasts down between her pussy lips, and across her anus. When her gaze became hazed by lust, he rolled her over onto her face, keeping the ropes pulled tight, and tied them at her center back. Now, no matter how little she moved, those ropes would abrade the most sensitive skin of her breasts, her cunt and her ass.

  Turning her over onto her back again, Leif took two more ropes, and pushed Tamara’s feet up close to her ass, her knees in the air, and the soles of her feet on the bed. Then he tied her thighs and shins together and attached those ropes to the ones under her breasts. As a result, she couldn’t close her legs or straighten them. She was completely immovable and her body was fully exposed for him and Simon to play with.

  Leif went back into the living room and opened the small refrigerator. Fortunately there was ice in it. He was glad he didn’t have to get dressed and go looking for an ice machine. He put some ice cubes into a cup and returned to the bedroom.

  “How does i
t feel, Tamara?” He pinched her nipples, noting her breasts were full and red from the pressure of the ropes above and below them, forcing them together.

  “Hot,” she whispered.

  Leif held out the cup to Simon, offering him an ice cube.

  “We can help you with that.” Leif waited to see where Simon would touch her first. He was surprised when Simon rubbed the ice cube on her lips, but then he started drawing on her breasts with it. The contrast of the cold ice on her hot skin would be extreme, and Leif wasn’t at all surprised when she shivered almost convulsively. The harder her reactions, the harder she’d come in the end.

  Leif wanted to make her attempt to move. The more she wiggled the more pressure she’d put on the rope between her pussy lips and up between her ass cheeks. Simon was already teasing her breasts and she was wiggling on her luscious ass. Soon that would produce the effect Leif was waiting for.

  Meanwhile maybe he could help push her along. Leif took an ice cube and traced it along the join between her leg and her body. With her legs spread apart, all that sensitive, delicate skin of her inner thighs was exposed, and it responded very well to the ice, instantly forming tiny goose bumps. Almost as quickly, Tamara’s wiggling became more extreme. Next Leif ran the ice up and over her pussy pretending her was painting her body with it, ensuring that all her flesh felt the bite of cold.

  Leif tugged on the rope above her belly, pulling it upward an inch or two. Tamara’s eyes flew open in astonishment. “Would you like us to fuck you again? Both of us?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Now?”

  “Yes.”

  He untied her legs first and then the rope up her center. He pointed to the ice cubes as he did so, and Simon hovered beside him, waiting, two ice cubes in his hand. As soon as the rope was released, opening her cunt and ass again, Simon pushed an ice cube in each entryway. Leif watched Tamara’s face. At first she frowned in confusion, then when the effect of the cold hit her, she gasped.

  Leif untied the rest of the ropes and Simon rolled her flat on her back, sucking and tugging on her breasts to return them to normal. Her nipples would be very sensitive even though they hadn’t been confined by clothespins or nipple clips, and Leif knew Simon sucking them would keep Tamara on the edge of coming.

  He finished removing the ropes and then took out lube and condoms, handing the lube to Simon.

  “Tamara, why don’t you suck my cock while Simon gets your ass ready for his cock?”

  He wondered what she’d say to that. He didn’t think she’d refuse. After all she’d agreed quite confidently to anal sex. But not all women would give blow jobs. She settled herself over his lap and took his dick in her mouth cupping his balls in her hand as she did so. She knew exactly what to do. Her touch was a bit lighter than he preferred, but her knowledge of how to suck and where to place her tongue was exactly right.

  Leif needed to know who’d taught her these bedroom skills, and decided that was a conversation they must have. She was his now. His and Simon’s, and he wanted her schooled in the way they liked things. But it never hurt to know who’d educated her up to now. Hell, it might even be one of the hundreds of people here at this damn wedding for all her knew.

  Simon nodded at him. It hadn’t taken long to get her ass ready this time. It wasn’t really all that many hours since they’d fucked her there before. Plus the shibari had prepared her, making her wet and ready for them again. He couldn’t wait to get his dick inside her hot cunt.

  Leif slid down the bed, holding Tamara in place as he did so. Simon handed him a condom and he passed it to her. “Sheathe me.”

  Her face was alive with lust as she gloved him and then sat over his hips. Her breasts were still a little swollen and he wet his lips, his mouth aching to be filled with her hot globes. Unable to wait any longer, he gripped her hips as she placed his cockhead at her entry. As soon as his head was inside her he drove himself upward, forcing her ass to stay hard against his pelvis, driving deep as far as he could inside her wet cunt until he was fully inside her. Then he pulled her forward and sucked a breast into his mouth. He sucked strongly, wanting her nipples to be hard again and then switched to the other breast repeating his actions.

  As soon as Simon was ready, Leif bit down hard on her nipple, and she convulsed in his arms, flooding his dick with her hot cream. “Now we fuck,” he said, releasing her breast and gripping her hips tightly. He withdrew and drove up hard and high, maintaining as fast a pace as he thought she could withstand. He knew Simon would find it hard to hold on long so they had to bring her to a second orgasm quickly. She’d liked the shibari, and she liked him biting her nipple. Which told him she’d be trainable as a sub. From the moment he’d seen her half hiding behind those awful mock pillars in the ballroom he’d tagged her as a sub, and now he knew absolutely he was correct. So she’d like a dash of pain with her pleasure.

  He forced one hand between their bodies and found her clit, stroking it in the same hard, fast tempo he was using to fuck her. He took his other hand off her hip for a moment, gripped her chin and possessed her mouth, tongue fucking her at the same pulsing beat. It was damn hard for him to synchronize all those things at once, but it should be enough to overwhelm her, especially if Simon was teasing and arousing her as well as fucking her ass.

  * * * *

  The two men were slamming into Tammy so fast she couldn’t think or even keep her eyes open. Less than twenty-four hours ago she’d thought the best part of this wedding would be staying in a hotel and not having to clean her apartment for two days. While she’d had the faint hope there might be a nice man who’d dance with her and maybe even kiss her goodnight, never in her wildest dreams had she considered she’d be with two men fucking like bunnies.

  Or even one man getting laid. Even a goodnight kiss had been the outer limits of her expectations. Whoa baby, had she ever been wrong. Even if they both totally ignored her at the wedding this afternoon she had enough memories to keep her in orgasms for the rest of the year, easily.

  Nothing could ever be better than the sight, sounds, and scents of two hot, hard men jack-hammering into her like this. Her body was coated with sweat, much of it theirs, the scent of sex was strong in the room, and she would never ever forget the feeling of a wall of solid male muscles both in front of her and behind her.

  Leif was doing wicked things with his finger on her clit. The little nub was so engorged it ached for her to find release, yet she’d already climaxed just a few minutes ago. She’d had to tear her lips from his, not because they weren’t arousing and delicious, but because she simply couldn’t breathe anymore.

  Behind her Simon was just as wicked. As well as his cock keeping time to Leif’s, his hands were never still, petting and stroking her skin all over, never where she expected him to touch her. She longed to tease them, to show them she cared for them, too, but couldn’t move a muscle because she was so tense with the need to come.

  Simon leaned up off her back for a moment and then his hands were over her breasts, his fingers stretching her nipples, tugging on them roughly, forcing them to elongate and sending shards of pleasure-pain straight to her cunt. Meanwhile Leif was doing the same with her clit. Her clit was sore and hot and oh-so-tender, and every tug he gave it aroused her higher. They must have exchanged some kind of signal, because Simon pinched both her nipples very hard, at exactly the same time as Leif dug his thumbnail deep into her clit. She opened her mouth to scream but Leif’s other hand was on her chin forcing his lips over hers, driving his tongue deeper into her mouth.

  Tamara’s body splintered into a million pieces. She shook so hard she was sure she could feel her bones rattling as she came and came and came. In that same instant Simon sent a blast of heat into her ass, and she knew he’d climaxed, too. Only then did Leif let go her chin, grip her hip, and drive up into her so deeply he slammed into her cervix sending a jolt of pain through her body. That released still more waves of her climax, as he filled her cunt with the heat
of his own orgasm.

  “Fucking hell. Now that’s what I call an orgasm,” she muttered.

  * * * *

  Tamara fell asleep almost immediately, with the three of them still all tangled up inside and around her body. Simon pulled out of her and climbed off the bed as carefully as he could. With the wedding today and needing to stay among crowds and with his woman—because even if she didn’t know it yet, Tamara was his woman, his and Leif’s—he had to go running. He had a quick shower, and then dressed in his running clothes and waved to Leif. Leif understood. He knew Simon couldn’t control the need to change into his shape-shifter form except by running fast and hard for a long time.

  Sex also helped him control the itch in his skin when he didn’t change, and around Tamara he seemed calmer, less itchy. But this wasn’t the time to test out that theory. He’d run for an hour as a precaution. Leif waved back to him, acknowledging that he understood even though they hadn’t spoken. Ignoring the elevator, Simon pushed through the door into the stairwell and ran hard down the stairs. When he reached the second floor, which was the one with the ballroom and likely to have a lot of people milling around there, he turned and ran back up the stairs all the way to the top. His thighs were starting to ache when he arrived, but he turned around and ran down the stairs again, this time slowing down and taking the last few flights as if he was a regular human in a hurry, not a shape-shifter trying to exercise a burden out of his bloodstream.

  Simon stopped at the concierge’s desk and asked for directions to the nearest place to run. He was directed to a park only a couple of blocks away, and the concierge didn’t even blink, so that was good. It was later in the morning than he usually ran, but it was a weekend after all, so hopefully he’d still blend in with the crowd.