The Dom Ignites Her Passion [Unchained Love 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  “That’s fine. I’ll talk to Larry and text you when everything’s cleared with him. Then when you’re ready come and get the advertiser’s logo and shoot the final sequence. It doesn’t matter if it’s not for a week. It’ll take us longer than that to get the new backdrops set up the way we want them anyway,” said Nicholas.

  “Even longer if the slush in the parking lot doesn’t melt evenly,” added Curtis.

  Galen laughed. “At least I don’t have to shovel snow.” Just stay awake all night and find that one perfect building to photograph. What if I can’t find the right architecture in town and have to travel out of town or even out of state?

  Ah, hell. If I can’t find what I want, what World Photography wants? I could be away from my new subs for days or even weeks. How will they accept that?

  Chapter Three

  Diane wrapped the thick terry-cloth robe tightly around her body. She’d just spent the last ten minutes looking at her belly in the mirror. It didn’t seem to make any difference how many stomach crunches she did each day. The front of her belly was still round, not flat. She wasn’t fat. Oh sure, she wasn’t a size zero either, but her body was basically fine except for that rounded stomach.

  “I don’t get enough exercise. I spend too much time sitting at my desk. At least the shape-shifters go running every few days. Likely I should run, too. Although I don’t see how that will flatten my stomach.”

  Making a mental note to Google some stomach-reducing exercises, Diane left her room and headed down the stairs to the dungeon. Oh yes, she was so looking forward to this. She’d found it really hard to concentrate today. Instead, her mind kept wandering to thoughts of what Galen might ask her to do. What he might get David to do to her. What he might do to her himself. How long would it be before they double fucked her? Would they ever do that? Or always take turns? And how could she show him she wanted to be punished harder, wanted to feel her ass burn the next day to remember every wonderful moment of their time together in the dungeon?

  It wasn’t until she was pushing the door to the dungeon open that she wondered if they’d be in there alone again tonight. This was the main public dungeon. Anyone could book it, and several scenes might be happening there simultaneously. How would she feel about other people looking at her naked body? She was thirty now and no longer as firm and fit as she’d been even five years ago. Fortunately her breasts hadn’t started to droop yet, but her belly—ah! She wasn’t going to think about it anymore.

  David was kneeling at Galen’s feet, waiting, his head bowed. Quickly Diane slipped her robe off her shoulders, dropped it behind the door, stepped out of her pumps, and kneeled beside him.

  “You’re late. Stand up with your back to me, bend over, and place the palms of your hands flat on the floor. Do not bend your knees.”

  Now that was fucking hard to do. She had a friend who could do it and used it almost like a party trick, but damn it made her thighs pull tight and her body ache. Nevertheless Diane did as she’d been instructed.

  Galen left her standing bent over like that until her knees were aching. A paddle thumped against her ass twice, three times, and again. He was spanking her hard, but she liked it. She just wished she could stand up straight again.

  “You will arrive on time when next I summon you to the dungeon.”

  It was not a question. It was a statement of fact.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good. Stand up.”

  Diane felt a little dizzy as she stood upright again, but she had her back to him so could screw her eyes shut until she felt better.

  “Spread your legs wide apart and stretch your arms out.”

  What the fuck now?

  At least that had her body balanced. Her head was still a fraction light from being upside down for so long. Galen was a very good Dom. Likely it was his way of acknowledging her need to be supported for a few seconds.

  She felt him move behind her, close to her back. She knew it was Galen. Not only was he taller than David, but he walked more firmly. He had more self-esteem, a stronger sense of his identity than David did. Diane thought that even after David’d been part of the community all these months, he still seemed almost surprised at times when people were thoughtful and considerate toward him. She had no knowledge of the pack where he’d grown up, but it sure seemed to her that his former Alpha was a total asshole. As was David and Leticia’s father, Sam Brooks, of course. If ever a man needed a good slap upside the head to bring him back to reality, it was Sam. Hopefully his jail sentence would help him get his head back on straight.

  Diane shivered. She could feel Galen’s breath on her back. He was preparing something, something he was going to do with her. But what? Was he going to whip her? Or put in a butt plug? She couldn’t tell. His movements were too tightly controlled, but he was doing something.

  Then his arms came around her breasts and a long strip of pink duct tape wrapped around her body. It wasn’t sticking to her skin, but it was held firmly against her skin and stuck to itself. Now that was clever. Galen wrapped it around her again, and now her breasts were almost hidden in the pink tape.

  Then her mouth was covered. This was really amazing stuff. Normally duct tape pulled on the skin, often leaving a sticky residue or even a rash. But this bright-pink creation wasn’t stuck to her, it was stuck to itself. Nonetheless it was holding her mouth shut tight and hiding her breasts.

  “Hands together in front of your body.”

  She did as Galen ordered her and he duct-taped her wrists together.

  Now what will he do?

  “David, put your hands against the wall and spread your legs.”

  Was Galen going to tie him up with bondage tape, too? Bright-pink bondage tape? Or did he have a roll of blue duct tape in his toy box? Diane felt an urge to giggle but controlled it. David was man enough to cope with pink bondage tape if necessary. Although she couldn’t help wondering if the tape came in a rainbow of colors. One for every occasion, as it were.

  And Galen didn’t bring a toy box here with him, either. Or a backpack or duffel bag. He carried his things in a pillowcase, which was rather weird. She’d never known a Dom who did that before. Some Doms had really intricate, artisan-crafted toy boxes with specially designed racks to store everything. Others used a simple container. But no one had used a pillowcase before as far as she knew. Well, more power to Galen. It was an environmentally friendly solution, that was for sure.

  Galen efficiently gagged David with the bondage tape then brought out his paddle and began laying a pattern of strokes across David’s ass. Hell, it made her hot watching. Her nipples pebbled against the tape and she could feel her breasts swelling, but they were confined by the tape and couldn’t grow larger. They began to ache and she realized what a neat punishment Galen had imposed on her. The more aroused she became the more she’d suffer. But there was no way she could watch David being punished without her belly clenching with need and her honey dripping from her hungry cunt.

  Galen moved into the center of the dungeon. “Come and stand in front of me, subs.”

  When they were standing side by side he said, “Face each other. Using only your hands, arouse her properly, David.”

  Arouse me properly? I’m already aroused. I need to be paddled, spanked, fucked, not touched.

  But then David did the most amazing thing. He stroked her skin so gently, so lightly that desire roared through her body like a raging lion. He used his thumb to delicately smooth her inner wrist. Then he stroked the insides of her elbows with one finger. David kneeled behind her, lightly touching the insides of her thighs and behind her knees. Under his touch, every inch of her skin became an erogenous zone filled with nerve endings demanding her release.

  Shit! If someone will just touch my clit I’ll explode like the Fourth of July.

  “Would you like to come now, Diane?”

  Frantically she nodded her head. Yes, I would.

  “No, I think you can hold on much longer than tha
t.”

  Ah, fuck!

  “Why don’t you stroke David’s cock? He looks like it needs some attention. Let’s see if you can make it grow another inch. David, you must not come.”

  An inch, huh? It was already very thick and the head was quite red. Well, she always did enjoy a challenge.

  Diane kneeled in front of David and maneuvered her bound hands so her fingers could play with David’s balls. The skin was a little rough and hairy, his balls hard lumps inside their sac. But she rolled them and stroked the insides of his thighs as best she could, having to move her hands in tandem, with one of them always pointing in the wrong direction.

  Next she cupped her hands around his shaft. This worked better and she was able to stroke him for part of his length like that.

  Galen had set her a tricky puzzle. Because of the way her hands were bound she had to constantly think of alternate ways to do what she wanted. Nothing was as usual. Nothing was as easy as it seemed. She couldn’t just move her fingers or her wrists to have them where she needed them. Galen was a fucking devious, cunning Dom and he’d set her a mighty difficult task, but she was sure as hell going to give it her best shot.

  “Stop.”

  Dammit, she was just getting this problem solved. Still, her Dom ordered her to stop, so she took her hands off David and stood upright, head bowed.

  “You have both done well.”

  Galen walked over to them both and removed the binding tape by cutting through it. As she’d guessed, there was no stickiness on her skin, no residue, no rash. Damn good stuff. She much preferred it to duct tape.

  “Face the wall, Diane, lean against it, and rest your head on your crossed arms.”

  What now? She really, really wanted one of them, or both of them, to fuck her. Her breasts were aching with need, the nipples harder than stone. Her pussy was so empty it was begging to be filled.

  She did as Galen had told her, wondering how much longer she could last. If someone would just stick his cock in her she was sure she’d explode.

  “Fuck her from behind. You may both come,” said Galen.

  At last!

  David pressed his body against hers, and she welcomed the hard wall of muscles against her spine. His fingers penetrated her cunt and she clenched on them, grateful for his touch but needing so much more than just fingers.

  Then his cock was sliding into her, stretching her, filling her. His hands were on her hips, guiding her back on him, and finally, at long last, he began pumping inside her, his cock filling her to the brim then withdrawing, only to fill her again.

  David’s pace was fast, his strokes sure and deep. She knew he was every bit as desperate to come as she was, so she pushed back on him happily.

  Then he slid one hand around her hip and onto her clit. He rubbed the hot little button gently as he thrust in and out of her cunt.

  Diane rested her head back on his shoulder. He was doing it so right, pleasing her on every possible level. The orgasm deep in her core was tightening like a spring, demanding, demanding. Then she exploded, her honey pouring from her, bathing David’s cock.

  Galen must have given David a condom after her back was turned because she felt him come, too, but it was a flash of heat, not a burst of cum inside her.

  That proved how good a Dom Galen was. He was abiding by her wishes even though she hadn’t repeated them today.

  She had a regular injection to prevent pregnancy, but she had no intention of catching any diseases. So until she knew these men well enough to completely trust them, she wanted them to use condoms. She hadn’t thought to say anything tonight, but Galen had remembered. He was an honorable man. A good Dom.

  Diane was turned around and then her back was pushed against the wall. It was cold stone, but she was still hot and sweaty, so it actually felt good against her skin. Galen lifted one of her legs up onto his hip then slid deep inside her still-throbbing cunt. He held her hard against the wall, bracing himself, and pulled her other leg onto his other hip. Obediently she gripped him with her heels in the small of his back. Then he began driving into her, hard, deep, pounding with the same hypnotic, mesmerizing force as a jackhammer. His cock pushed her swollen, sensitive tissues aside as he powered in, his hips giving a wicked little twist at the end of each stroke that teased her walls and aroused her unbelievably fast. She’d just had a huge orgasm, and yet she was pushing back onto Galen’s cock, almost crazy with the need to come again.

  She heard little moans and realized they were coming from her own mouth, but she couldn’t stop, she wanted, needed another climax. Diane dug her fingernails into his shoulders, pushing her body down on his cock with his every upward thrust. Galen used his leg muscles to rise into her higher and higher as the pace grew faster. Then she went limp as a second huge orgasm powered through her body. Diane felt Galen come, too, but she couldn’t move. She was glad the wall was behind her because she had no strength left in her legs at all. When Galen lifted her down onto the floor he had to keep his grip on her arm until she nodded to say she was all right. Her entire body was throbbing with pleasure.

  “I’ll be working at night the next week or so. I need to find exactly the right building in town for a photographic project for World Photography. I’ll contact you when I’m done,” said Galen.

  What? They weren’t going to see each other for a week or more?

  “Is the scene finished, Sir? May I speak?” asked David.

  “Yes, you can speak as an equal now.”

  “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be wandering around the town alone at night. I know you’re a grown man and a panther as well, but it can be a fairly tough place, especially at night.”

  “Well, it’s too bad. The pictures I need to take have to be at night, and buildings that may look good during the day are useless at night. I’d be wasting my time to go looking in daylight.”

  “Can’t I come with you?”

  “We,” added Diane.

  “If it’s not safe for a man, it’s certainly not safe for a woman, and besides, you both have to work during the day.”

  “I could rearrange my schedule. Whatever time you need to go, I can sleep before or after it,” said David.

  “Me, too.”

  Galen smiled. He stood with his hands on his hips, looking so handsome, his black leather pants hanging around his knees and his cock still bouncing free. She noticed he still held the used condom in one hand. David was naked, too, but he’d evidently disposed of his latex. Diane wanted to smile. Who knew she’d be having a weird conversation like this after just being fucked by these men?

  “I want to go looking in the darkest part of the night, say one or two in the morning, then watch the building gradually appear as the sky begins to lighten. So I might find any number of places that look really good in the pitch dark but don’t photograph well as the dawn breaks, which is why it might take quite a few days.”

  “But you’ll have a list of buildings arranged by address, or priority order, or something, won’t you? So if one is a failure, we move directly on to the next,” said Diane.

  “Yes.”

  “So I don’t see why we can’t come, too,” argued David.

  The grin on Galen’s face broadened. “All right, I agree. But I suspect you’re both going to get very tired. This is what I do, but you may find it dead boring.”

  “We’ll see,” said David.

  * * * *

  David wasn’t sure how the trip to town looking for the perfect building for Galen’s photography project would work. He’d enjoyed getting to know Galen. He found him easy to talk to and considerate of the gaps in David’s social skills. He never laughed at David or belittled him, unlike what had happened in David’s former pack.

  But still, David was well aware there were holes in his knowledge of socially acceptable behavior, and he was always wary of upsetting people by making a mistake that he didn’t intend or by misunderstanding what was required of him. It’d been so empowering to learn a
trade and one he seemed suited for.

  When the people at Carnal Connections had told him he’d have to work if he wanted to stay, he’d been ready to do any kind of labor, work any job, just to have a stable home for a while. But the fact they’d actually taught him a trade at which he could now earn a living stunned and amazed him. They’d given him a huge gift, and he treasured it. He wanted to return that generosity by being a good and helpful citizen, even if it was just by walking around town at night so Galen wasn’t alone. He could watch the big man’s back for him.

  Having Diane there as well was both a positive and a negative. She wasn’t a shape-shifter, only a human, so she would need to be protected, too. Although she was a fit and strong person mentally and physically, she would be no match for a man who wished to harm her. With a flash of surprise David realized he wanted to protect her, to care for her. Wow! That was sudden. They hadn’t spent all that much time together, yet he felt a strong connection with her. She was his as well as Galen’s and he wanted to protect her and get to know her better.

  Spending time together out of the dungeon as a threesome would be very good, the positive side of the equation. They needed to learn to relate to each other on a social level if their friendship was to develop beyond a bit of fucking. And he wanted that. He wanted them to be not just subs and Dom but friends, partners. “I want a relationship,” he said firmly to himself.

  Finding out that Leticia was his sister had been wonderful. Having her love and accept him instantly was incredibly valuable to him, precious beyond any price. He hadn’t realized how much he missed his little sister, Bethany, and brother, Ben, until he’d met Leticia, and then it’d hit him like a runaway train. His family had been important to him. When the pack threw him out because he wasn’t a pure-blood panther, part of him had died. No one would ever replace his baby sister and little brother, but having a family again was special, and having a strong relationship with his sexual partners would be awesome. If they wanted him, that was. His life was still pretty much screwed up and he was no great catch. But he’d do his best to support them. Starting with this visit to town.