The Dom Unleashes His Wolf [Unchained Love 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 4

  Yes he did. He’d been the one watching instead of experiencing. Gaynor had to work hard to make her mind let her mouth form the words. “Yes. Yes, Cameron should have another orgasm.”

  “Lie on Cameron, Gaynor. Make sure his hands can reach your cunt, and put your mouth on those nipple clips.”

  Tor’s voice was deep, almost hypnotic as he told her what to do. Her body really didn’t want to move. She’d never come so hard before, and all she wanted to do was sleep. But that wasn’t fair. It was Cameron’s turn to be pleasured. It was a struggle to get her limp muscles moving again, but Gaynor dragged herself over Cameron, who’d rolled onto his back, and settled herself on his hard, muscular frame. For a man who worked indoors all day and spent a lot of time in front of a computer or in court or his office talking with clients, Cameron had a very good body.

  Cameron was a business attorney. Gaynor didn’t know all that much about his job, because a lot of his work was highly confidential, but she did know he spent long hours sitting in front of a computer researching and writing up his cases. Even in court, most of his day would be spent seated unless he was actually presenting a case to a judge. Then he would be standing and walking around the room a little bit. Despite that, he had a long, lean frame and spectacular muscle tone. His body was lightly tanned—another contradiction because of his indoor occupation—and there were no pudgy bits, unlike her own belly and thighs. His hair was light brown and his eyes were a golden brown that was almost amber.

  Gaynor placed her mouth level with Cameron’s nipples. The heads were puffy and red, and she was aware of her own nipples aching from the constriction of the clamps. His would be the same, she guessed. Likely Tor would tell her to take Cameron’s nipple clips off and suck his nipples until they were back to normal. For a moment she wondered whether that would hurt, then gave a mental shrug. It had hurt when Tor slammed his cock into her cervix, but it was the best pain she’d ever experienced. She was higher than if she’d drunk a glass of eighty-proof gin, and there was not going to be any hangover in the morning either!

  Gaynor’s mouth curved into a smile, but she waited in silence for Tor to tell her what to do next. He was the one in charge of her and Cameron’s pleasure, and it was Cameron’s turn now to be shown how much she loved him.

  “Suck his nipples, Gaynor. Make love to them for me.”

  Oh, yes, she could so do that. Gaynor licked one nipple, running her tongue up and over the hot little bud, pressing the tip of her tongue in and around the jewelry, playing with it, teasing and tormenting his nipple, loving the way he gave a quiet little hiss when she moved the clip this way and that with her teeth.

  Then Gaynor shifted to his other nipple, repeating all her actions before swapping back and forth between the two, trying to keep Cameron guessing as to what she’d do next.

  His cock was huge and hard, the head damp against her belly, so she knew he was enjoying her efforts to please him, even though he made no more noise after that one little hiss of appreciation.

  “Would you like to put your fingers in her cunt, Cameron? She’ll still be very hot and wet, swollen from all those orgasms she’s had. Wouldn’t you like to have your fingers in there, touching her silky walls, teasing her back as she’s teasing you?”

  “God, yes. Please, Sir, let me touch Gaynor’s pussy.” Cameron’s voice was almost a groan.

  “Slide your fingers deep inside her, Cameron. Touch her walls, stretch her, feel for her G-spot. It’s just a fraction rougher than the rest of her tissues. Can you feel it? Is she quivering around your fingers?”

  Gaynor was struggling to concentrate on Cameron’s nipples. Tor’s voice was deep and hypnotic, almost enough to make her come on its own, just from his sexy talk. Cameron’s fingers were hitting all her most sensitive places, sliding deep inside her, driving her crazy. Her cream was once again pouring from her. She could never have believed she could be aroused again so soon, but she most definitely was aroused. More than aroused. Her nipples in their own clips were throbbing with need, her breasts heavy and aching with desire. Even her mouth was full of saliva from the urgent need to feel more than a few fingers inside her.

  “Put your other hand on her ass, Cameron. Pet it, stroke it. Now press some fingers into that tight little puckered hole. She’ll be really tight because we haven’t fucked her there today. Put another finger in her ass, press in hard and deep. Isn’t she hot? Don’t you wish it was your cock there, instead of just a few fingers?”

  “God, yes.”

  Cameron’s voice was husky with need. His cock was very damp on her belly now, or maybe it was her cream dripping on him. Gaynor wanted to bring him off, bring herself off, too, but Tor hadn’t told her to stop playing with his nipples yet, and Tor was the one who directed their pleasure. Tor would know when the time was right.

  Gaynor used her nose to move the little nipple clips up and down then tugged on them again with her teeth before returning her attention to sucking his nipples.

  “Take off Cameron’s nipple clips, and make sure the nipples return to normal,” instructed Tor.

  Gaynor sat up over Cameron’s hips and unscrewed the little clamps, placing them in the box Tor held out to her. Then once again she bent her head to Cameron’s nipples and sucked them. Without the clips to constrict them, they filled out very quickly then gradually returned to their usual size and shape. Gaynor almost felt disappointed when they were back to normal, but she assumed Cameron would be pleased they no longer ached.

  “Stop.”

  Both Gaynor and Cameron froze.

  “Climb off him and lie on your back, Gaynor.”

  She was no longer in a lust-induced fog and was able to follow Tor’s commands easily, although her ass and cunt felt a little empty without the teasing fullness of Cameron’s fingers in them. She’d really enjoyed his touch while she’d been lying on him.

  “Cameron, kneel over Gaynor with your cock at her mouth and your mouth level with her cunt. Would you like to lick up her juices? She’s very, very wet. And we both know how delicious she tastes. Better than the finest wine, and more heady than it, too.”

  “Yes, Sir. Let me suck her, please.”

  “You will both suck each other. I want to watch you both come. But don’t take her nipple clamps or her clit clamp off. I’ll do that myself. Gaynor, you may only touch Cameron’s cock and balls, but Cameron, you can touch Gaynor anywhere you wish.”

  The moment Cameron’s tongue flicked the clamp on her clit, Gaynor had to hold her breath and stay very still so she wouldn’t come. Her entire body was still very sensitive from the massive orgasms she’d had, and even though she’d thought she wouldn’t be able to climax again for a long time, apparently she could climax and would do so as soon as Tor sanctioned it.

  Concentrate on Cameron. You’re supposed to be giving him the best blow job he’s ever had.

  Both Tor and Cameron had taught her what they liked. When Tor had first brought them together, she hadn’t been precisely innocent or a virgin, but she wasn’t all that experienced, either. She’d certainly sucked her previous boyfriend’s cock, but usually only to wet him before they had sex. Learning how to arouse a man simply by licking and nibbling on his shaft had been an eye-opening experience for her.

  When a woman sucked a man she had all the power. She was the one giving pleasure, and it was completely up to her how successful his climax would be. Gaynor was determined that today Cameron’s orgasm would blow his mind. To that end she used every skill she had, licking, nibbling, and sucking on his shaft, teasing the eye of his cock, tasting his essence, and sucking hard to bring another drop out of him. She rolled his balls and sucked them, too, licked his perineum, and sucked his entire cock as deep into her mouth as she could in this position, letting his head slide down the back of her throat.

  When she took him really deep, she could taste her own flavor on his cock from when he’d fucked her. Just thinking of that heightened her pleasure enormously.

  An
d all the time he was licking and sucking her pussy, nibbling on her labia, sucking her clit, driving her pleasure so high that time and time again she had to work hard to maintain her focus on him instead of simply relaxing and enjoying what was being done to her.

  Cameron thrust two fingers deep in her ass, and Gaynor almost choked on his cock. Damn she wanted to come. That was so good, especially with his tongue deep in her pussy at the same time. She scraped her teeth gently over the head of his cock, then a little more roughly, finally giving a few sharp nips to the side of his shaft.

  “Aghh,” groaned Cameron, his cock exploding in her mouth, streams of hot cum hitting the back of her throat. Carefully she let him out a bit farther, sucking on the head as she did to get more cum from him then licking him clean. She was almost finished when a third finger thrust hard into her ass and Cameron bit her labia.

  They knew each other so well. That tiny shard of pain sent her over the edge, and she had to cover her teeth with her lips to make sure she didn’t accidently bite him as her body convulsed in a climax.

  Then Tor was on the bed, and Cameron slid off her to the other side while Tor put his mouth on her breast and sucked hard. Shards of pain again spiked through her from her aching nipples.

  Tor unfastened the clips and chain and handed them to Cameron, who replaced them in the box, but he left her clit clamp on. It did hurt to have her engorged nipples sucked. The blood rushing through her nipples again was a painful feeling, but it was over very soon and the experience of having the clamps on had heightened the pleasure from the sex a lot.

  Tor drove into her cunt hard, his length filling and stretching her, then with one hand holding her clit chain, he pounded into her, pulling on the chain on his outstrokes, not touching it on his instrokes. He kept his chest pressed to her breasts, rubbing against her still-engorged and tender nipples. His chest hair always excited her. It was just a tiny bit rough, and tonight, with her nipples so sensitive, the feeling was exaggerated, giving extra stimulation and pleasure to her.

  “Cameron, put your fingers in her ass, now,” ordered Tor.

  Cameron must have been ready and waiting, because as soon as Tor spoke, his fingers slid deep in her dark hole, two of them, then three, as Tor slammed into her cunt. Tor was pulling on her clit chain now with every stroke. “Come now, Gaynor,” he ordered and leaned over and bit her earlobe.

  Instantly Gaynor shattered, her body convulsing hard, gripping Tor’s cock.

  Tor had evidently been holding on with iron control, because the moment she came his cock exploded stream after stream of cum deep inside her, bathing her tender tissues with his hot semen.

  He thrust into her a few more times, then, with his cock still inside her, he sat up and removed the clit clamp. Only then did he pull out of her and suck her clit until the rush of pain from the returning blood circulation eased.

  Once again Gaynor was limp and satiated, too sexually exhausted to even count how many orgasms she’d had this night. Tor kissed her gently. “Sleep now, little one. Cameron, you can hold her while I clean up.”

  Gaynor was aware of Cameron sliding against her body, of being wrapped in his arms as she sank back into the soft bed and relaxed.

  * * * *

  Tor smiled when he returned to the bed. Gaynor and Cameron were sound asleep. Tonight had been special. He was very pleased with how his experiment with nipple clips had gone. He was almost certain neither of them had noticed when he’d removed his own nipple clamps and rubbed the tiny buds to restore circulation. He’d have much preferred to have Gaynor suck them like he’d done for her and she’d done for Cameron, but he knew they were both becoming tired. In fact, he was pleasantly surprised at how many orgasms Gaynor had achieved. He’d heard of women having five or even six in a night, but he’d often wondered if they were mere flutters of the womb, not full-fledged, whole-hearted climaxes. It was looking as though Gaynor could be pushed into even more orgasms in the future. She was very special indeed. He was so lucky to have found her.

  It was at a BDSM street party. She’d been wide eyed with amazement at some of the costumes and people there, yet he knew instantly how attracted she was to the lifestyle. He’d stayed away from her but followed her with his gaze for an hour or more before deciding to speak to her, watching and waiting to ensure she was the right person for him to teach and train.

  Cameron he’d met previously at a BDSM club. Because he wasn’t gay or bisexual, Tor had been searching for the right female sub. However, he’d been attracted to Cameron, purely as Dominant and submissive. He’d stayed away from Cameron, despite his attraction to the sub, not willing to get into a completely nonsexual relationship. Once he’d met Gaynor, he’d instantly seen how they could become a successful threesome. The arrangement had worked out even better than he’d imagined it would.

  Cameron was a born submissive, content to let Tor make all the decisions in the bedroom and to wait until Tor permitted him release. But there was no doubt how aroused he’d been. Tor had watched Cameron come tonight, and he’d come hard, very hard indeed.

  If only he could tell them both his secret. Sometimes, like tonight, the pain of hiding a part of himself was intense. The entire structure of BDSM, Dom and submissives, was based on trust. Would they feel he’d betrayed their trust by not telling them? He did trust them, he truly did. But his secret was so huge, so demanding, so frightening, even life changing…No, it wasn’t time yet. He couldn’t tell them yet. Later, maybe. Much later. If, no, when they agreed to formally bond with him he’d tell them before the bonding. The first step was moving in together, which they’d done. Next would be them agreeing to commit to each other as a BDSM threesome. He hoped they agreed to that step soon. There would be a private ceremony between the three of them when that happened. Finally would come their formal bonding, when they’d make vows in public that they would be an exclusive unit until death parted them.

  Tomorrow Gaynor might be a little stiff and sore, so Tor had planned an outing for them. Something light-hearted and fun they’d all enjoy doing. Now that they were living together he was able to plan more of their activities outside the bedroom. Once they were committed to each other he hoped to be able to guide their lives even more. As a Dom his nature was to be in charge. He needed to arrange their lives. It was another way he could demonstrate his love and care for them.

  There was a round-robin basketball tournament on in town tomorrow. One where each team played every other team then the two teams with the highest scores played off against each other. They all enjoyed sports, and with so many teams playing simultaneous matches, they’d be able to walk from match to match, watching whichever was the most exciting or had people they knew playing in it.

  They’d sleep in, rest from the exertion of tonight, shower, then wander over to the basketball round-robin midmorning, maybe eat a hot dog or two, and then watch the final, which should be exciting. In the afternoon they might hike out in the national park. Tor loved going there, and there were areas that were very infrequently visited. If they took a rug they could even enjoy some outdoor sex on one of the far-northern trails. They were too hilly for casual walkers to hike and not as pretty as the track to the waterfalls. Yes, that sounded like a perfect plan.

  * * * *

  Tor was feeling a fraction smug as his plans for the day went so smoothly. He watched both Gaynor and Cameron very carefully, but neither of them seemed stiff or sore. Nor did either hesitate at all to agree to his suggested activities. He was very careful not to mention his thoughts in the bedroom, which was his domain, but to wait until they were in the living room, neutral territory. He didn’t want them to agree to his plans because they considered they were still under his control. He wanted them to make a free choice as equal friends, not as submissives to his Dom.

  Oh how he wished he had a real dungeon, so they could play even more complicated sex games. And a hot tub. A hot tub would be perfect to relax in after a demanding session. Yeah. Right. What was that old
saying? “If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.” And if wishes were dungeons, oh the games he’d teach Cameron and Gaynor. His life, his happiness, was inextricably entangled with theirs. His main purpose in life was to bring them extreme pleasure.

  The basketball round-robin was an even bigger event than he’d gathered from the community service broadcast he’d heard on his car radio on his commute from work on Friday. There must have been at least twenty different matches going on simultaneously. Some of them were pretty ordinary, but others were between very evenly matched teams so were excellent fun to watch, and others still had one or more very good players, which also made for exciting viewing.

  All the teams were mixed, with a minimum of two people of each gender, and Gaynor had been quick to point out that what some of the women lacked in height or power, they more than made up for in skills. The three of them certainly saw some very tricky teamwork and neat moves.

  “Oh, look. There’s Ramona playing over there. Let’s go watch her team.”

  “Ramona? Oh, she’s someone you work with. The woman who’s really good with animals?” asked Cameron.

  “That’s right. Long black hair. A member of the team wearing the red shirts,” said Gaynor.

  Tor took Gaynor’s hand and they weaved their way in and out of the crowds over to the court where a team of basketballers wearing red shirts were competing against a group that wore purple tops. But whereas all the other teams Tor had noticed were wearing matching shorts, and some even had matching socks and shoes, on the purple team some had black shorts and others navy, and there was no unity at all about their footwear. Mentally Tor shrugged. Likely they were a community group who’d simply amalgamated to play in this competition. A group of people from a club who’d wanted to join in today but didn’t usually play together. After all, giving up an entire day to play basketball was a lot bigger commitment than just playing for an hour or so one night a week.