Adams, Cara - Make Me [Dungeon Masters 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 8

  All the way back to her apartment he was aware of her fidgeting and rubbing her ass against her seat. A stern Master would have forbidden her those small acts of disobedience, but for now he was content to let her try to ease herself. It wouldn’t help. The only thing that would give her relief was the two of them fucking her. However, he was also aware of Niel, in the backseat of the SUV, occasionally buzzing the egg in her cunt just to make sure she remained on the edge, but not often enough to risk sending her off the cliff.

  At her apartment she stopped only for a few seconds to leave her laptop bag on the table near the front door, and then she led them straight into her bedroom. She removed her shoes and her outer clothing and then turned to look at him and Niel. “Why don’t you get undressed and then press play.”

  Press play? Oh, that’s right, Niel said they’d paused the scene.

  “I think you already know that the sub doesn’t get to make those kinds of decisions,” he replied.

  “If things don’t start happening soon, this sub might take matters into her own hands.” Trinidad slid her hand down inside her panties. Suddenly his cock grew and stretched. Yeah, he didn’t want to wait any longer either. But she didn’t need to know that.

  “If you want to be handcuffed, just touch yourself like that,” he said in his sternest voice.

  She stared at him, but turned her back and put her underwear in her laundry basket and then folded her quilt and put it on the chair exactly as she’d done the previous time.

  Niel was already almost undressed, and he started shucking his clothing as well, placing lube and condoms on the nightstand before he dropped his business pants on the floor. He really shouldn’t continue to treat his business clothes as if they were jeans. Likely that was another reason to get Trinidad moved into his apartment or he’d end up needing to get all his clothes professionally laundered and ironed as well.

  Just then she startled and hissed in a breath and he understood that Niel had given her a taste of the vibrator on the highest setting. It was just as well that Niel was paying attention. He needed to get his mind on the scene, too.

  He lay on his side next to her, with Niel on the other side of her. Kon leaned up on one elbow and asked, “Have you ever deep-throated a man?”

  She grinned and said, “You need to talk to Simon and Leif one day.”

  A shaft of anger drove deep into his body. “You’ve deep-throated them?”

  “Of course not, but my answer is the same as Tamara’s.”

  Niel sighed. “That would be a great answer if we knew what Tamara had said. Would you like to start from the beginning again and answer the question this time?”

  “Oh, sorry. Tamara said Leif and Simon talked and laughed about her answer so much, and were going to add some things to their advertising about the party rooms, so I thought you’d have heard the story by now.”

  “No, I haven’t heard the story. I’m waiting for you to tell it to me,” said Niel.

  “I might implode before I hear it, if you don’t hurry up and get to the point,” added Kon.

  “Now you know how it feels to walk around for half an hour with a vibrator in my cunt and a butt plug in my ass,” said Trinidad.

  Kon just stared at her. “Why you teasing little witch! How long did it take you to think up that sassy answer?”

  Trinidad was laughing and shaking her head. “No, really, I thought you would have heard the story. But when you hadn’t I could resist teasing you a little.”

  He and Niel pounced on her, rolling her onto her front, holding her down on the bed, and spanking her ass hard. It didn’t stop her giggling though, and he really did want to hear the story, so they let her sit up again.

  “One of the women at the company Tammy and I used to work for invited us to her bachelorette party. We were taught how to deep-throat a man using frozen chocolate bananas. We weren’t allowed to eat them until we could open the backs of our throats properly.”

  “Ah, now I understand. Women and chocolate. It’s a magic combination. I expect you were all really good at it in ten seconds maximum.”

  Once again she giggled. “Not quite that fast, but certainly before the bananas melted. I need to confess though, I haven’t done it since. I might need to practice a little.”

  “We can buy some edible chocolate body paint on Saturday. For now you’ll just have to practice on a non-chocolate-coated cock.” Kon arranged her across the bed so her shoulder s were supported but her head could drop right back, then he held his cock at her lips and let her taste him.

  As soon as he was in position, Niel took the butt plug out of her ass, and moved the vibrating egg in there instead.

  Kon could sense the way she was trying to concentrate on both him and Niel at the same time. Excellent. Women were supposed to be highly skilled at multitasking. That would be an excellent problem for her to work on while he drove himself deep into her hot mouth. She’d been a fast learner at everything so far, so he was certain she’d rise to this fresh challenge as well.

  He fed his cock into her mouth just a small way, letting her lick and suck him and get used to his taste. She didn’t seem to find him unpleasant, but licked him quite contentedly, which was a relief to him. She also had a nice trick of pressing the pads of her fingers into the long vein of his dick. She didn’t learn that sucking any frozen bananas so someone must have taught her how to do it. When she nibbled the ridge where his shaft and cockhead joined together he had to breathe deeply to control himself. She did that very well indeed.

  Niel had her legs spread and her hips in the air, fucking her now, but she was still working his dick, proving women—or this woman at least—could indeed multitask.

  Kon ensured she was breathing steadily and began feeding his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. She kept hold of his shaft, seeming to need to be able to touch him herself, but she didn’t try to stop him. It took her a few tries to get the back of her throat open, but she evidently remembered how to do it, and then finally he was deep inside her, sucked deep into the warm wet heaven of her throat. Damn that felt amazingly good.

  Once again he didn’t force her to keep him there long, but she rolled his balls and stroked his shaft as he pulled out from between her lips and his cock was full and ready to release its load of seed. Again he pushed into her throat and this time she actually swallowed around him, making his eyes almost cross with the intense pleasure she gave him. He was already pulling himself back out when her body convulsed as she orgasmed. Changing direction, he thrust deep into her mouth, fucking it, and obediently she swallowed him again. This time he released his restraint and exploded in her mouth, sliding back out until just the head remained in her warm heat. She flicked her tongue over his cockhead, panting hard, her body still shaking.

  Niel pulled out of her cunt, and removed the egg from her ass, as Kon leaned over to kiss her, tasting himself on her lips.

  He and Niel lifted her up and walked with her to the shower.

  “Will you come to our apartment tomorrow? You could bring an overnight bag and stay all night,” Niel said to her.

  She shook her head. “If we’re spending Saturday together I really need to get some chores done. I’m out all day at work and spending every evening with both of you. Nothing else is happening at the moment.”

  “Well, why don’t you bring that overnight bag on Saturday then. When we pick you up to spend the day together, we can put a suitcase in the trunk of the car,” he said.

  She smiled and nodded. “As long as I can get all my own chores done the next few evenings, that should be fine.”

  “But you still need to have lunch with us, though,” added Niel.

  “Mine will be brown bagged.”

  “Damn it, woman, you drive a hard bargain.” But Kon didn’t mind. He liked that she thought for herself and made her own decisions.

  * * * *

  The next few days raced past. Trini was fiercely busy at work, and at home she was busy trying to get her
laundry and chores all up to date. At least she’d be able to buy any food she might need at the market. Although she was eating with the men so often she didn’t need to buy a whole lot of food. Just her breakfast and some lunches.

  She couldn’t believe how at home and contented she felt in her new job. She should still be on edge, learning things and trying to find her way around, but it seemed that everything had fallen into place so easily. The work systems were logical and she could understand them. She had Tammy there as a friend and a guide, and all the people she met were kind and helpful. It was like a dream come true. Being paid to be with friends and doing a fun task.

  She went to bed early each night, knowing she’d better catch up on her missed sleep as likely sleep wouldn’t be a high priority over the weekend.

  And then it was Saturday and she dressed with relief in jeans, a sweatshirt, and comfortable shoes, wondering what the men would look like in casual clothing. She’d only seen them in business outfits. They both always looked good, but she was certain they’d look even better in tight t-shirts and thigh-hugging denim.

  She wasn’t wrong. They both looked incredibly hot, Kon in tight black jeans, and Niel in soft, faded blue denim.

  She put her small bag in the trunk of the white SUV, and then sat in the backseat. “Why not sit up front with me?” asked Kon, who was driving.

  “I expect you both know where you’re going and will need to discuss business as we move around. It’s better I sit here. I’m the passenger today.”

  She settled back in her seat and enjoyed the conversation as they drove into the heart of the commercial neighborhood.

  “I’ll be telling some of these people I’m considering changing suppliers, but others I’ll just be saying I’m looking around, so please follow with me on that,” said Niel.

  That made sense. There wasn’t any need to upset or antagonize existing suppliers in case they were still the best ones available. “As far as I’m concerned you’re taking me out to lunch. This is just a stop on the way. But there’s no reason I can’t look at things while I wait,” she replied.

  “No, that’s true.”

  Trini was excited to be seeing some of these stores. She hadn’t been to many warehouse suppliers before, and she was sure it would be fun as well as educational. She didn’t think she’d be able to help Niel in any way, except possibly as an extra pair of eyes to notice something he might miss as he was doing all the work. But it was a different and pleasant way to spend the day, and she was content to follow the men around.

  The first few stores were suppliers of paper goods and apart from having her eyes opened to see bath tissue in blue, pink, lemon, and other colors as well as white, there wasn’t really much of interest there. But then she started thinking about what Tammy had told her, how Simon and Leif wanted to expand the party side of the business, and get more use out of the group rooms upstairs. There were all sorts of games people played with bath tissue. A common one was the women at a bachelorette party having to make bridal dresses out of bath tissue. If they had colored rolls of paper, that would be a whole lot more fun. Or maybe white for the bride-to-be, and colors for the bridesmaids. Either way, for very little extra expense, another fun element could easily be added to the event. She collected a business card from that company to remind her of her idea.

  The next stop was at an adult store. This was a company Niel hadn’t used before and he was looking for new ideas. Ryia, the woman in charge of the store was short and chubby, with mousy brown hair, and the most amazing violet eyes Trini had ever seen. Actually she’d never seen a real person with eyes that color. But the late actress Elizabeth Taylor had them, so she’d seen them in the movies. Ryia’s eyes were stunning. In fact, they were even more amazing simply because she was an ordinary person. If they were on some slender, super-sexy female everyone would assume they were colored contact lenses.

  Ryia bustled around the store showing them various items, and then left them to wander as they wanted to. Trini looked at a leather sex swing that could be hung over a door and imagined herself in that. Then she found the racks of costumes and her eyes almost bugged out. For women there were costumes for policewoman, maid, teacher, nurse, and harem girl. And for men there was sheriff, waiter, construction worker, and policeman. There were others as well, but her imagination was fired with the kinds of games that could center around such fantasies.

  That could be another idea for the smaller rooms. Costume parties with various themes. She picked up another business card to tell Tammy. She was looking at boxes of card games and had almost decided to buy some for herself, when Kon came over to her to tell her they were ready to leave.

  “I like these card games. They could be a lot of fun.”

  “You’re right. We should put some of them in some of the rooms. Let me make sure Niel has collected a catalogue from Ryia.”

  She walked back to the counter with Kon, who was already holding several brochures. “I’ll be in touch, Ryia. You have some items here we really need to add to our lines.”

  “I’m glad you came, Niel. It’s been awesome to meet you and Kon and Trinidad. Please come again.”

  Trini didn’t know about coming again, but she certainly hoped The Dom’s Dungeon added some of her stock to their dungeons and party rooms.

  Once they were back in the car, Trini said. “Those card games were really cool.”

  “And they’re a cheap and simple thing yet might give people some sexy ideas. They’ll be added to our party plans for sure. I’m glad we went there. That store was a real find. Now let’s go to the markets and sort out some spices and have lunch.”

  “What do you mean sort out some spices? Do you need to buy pepper and thyme or something?”

  * * * *

  Niel swiveled in his seat to look at Trinidad sitting in the backseat. He grinned at her. “Asher, our chef, is convinced he’s being ripped off with the spices. We pay a premium on our spices to ensure they are ethically grown and packaged. The same as with our coffee. It’s abhorrent to us that little children are used as semi-slave labor in some places to grow crops. But whereas the packaging used to come with a label signifying the entire supply chain was ethically sourced, the wording has changed and he wondered if it was a cover-up.”

  “So have you been able to check the companies involved?”

  “I don’t have the time or skills to do that. But I did go online and check the new wording and it’s not one listed as getting the tick of approval from the anti-child labor organizations. So now we’re going to a passel of spice merchants and will be checking their prices and reading the labeling in the hopes of finding a new supplier who does follow the rules.”

  “The entire area is a bit of a legal minefield. A company can put whatever label it likes on their product, as long as it isn’t untrue,” added Kon.

  “Which takes us back to our conversation about ‘no added fat’ stickers on apples,” said Trinidad.

  “Exactly.”

  Kon found them a parking space at the spice market and they walked really slowly around the stalls. Niel would rather have watched Trinidad as she sniffed the various spices and looked around with wide-eyed interest, but unfortunately he was actually supposed to be working. So he checked packaging, and labeling, and countries of origin when it was mentioned.

  It didn’t take him long to work out that very likely Asher was correct and although it would be unfair to say their supplier was definitely lying to then, it was fair to say he hadn’t been completely truthful. Niel found two other suppliers who would guarantee the supply chain of their spices for slightly less than the company was already paying. He took catalogues from both those companies and continued walking to the fresh food area of the market.

  He was more than ready for lunch. It wasn’t long past noon but it seemed like they’d been walking around and talking to businesses for far longer than just a few hours. They walked from stall to stall, looking at the various products and occasionally tastin
g something. He noticed Trinidad collected several business cards so she must have liked various things. Finally they each chose some food and took it outside to the tables under large trees to eat.

  “This is so nice. It’s wonderful to be outside with the sun shining brightly. Even though I need to sit in the shade so I don’t sunburn, it’s still way better than eating inside. Almost like going on a picnic,” said Trinidad.

  “It’s better than a picnic. There aren’t bugs in the grass to worry about,” said Kon.

  They talked about food in a general way and then just leaned back in companionable silence as they ate. Finally Niel sighed. “Let’s go get some beverages. What would you like, Trinidad?”

  “I don’t know. There’s such a huge range to choose from. I’ll look around and decide.”

  Niel let Trinidad lead the way and she stopped in front a business selling mocktails. After a while he said, “Which one do you want, Trinidad?”

  “I can’t decide between the Virgin Daiquiri and the Tropical Delight.”

  Niel laughed, but Kon said, “We’ll have one of each, thanks.”

  He bought a couple of longnecks of beer as well, and they went back out into the sunshine again.

  “Sip them and tell us which is better,” Kon said to Trinidad.

  She took a long pull on the tropical drink. “This is a mixture of a banana with pineapple juice, mango juice, and coconut milk. It’s really creamy and smooth. Very luxurious.”

  He and Kon opened their longnecks and took a drink while Trinidad tried her second drink.

  “This is made with pineapple and strawberries mixed with lime juice and a lot of ice, so it’s really refreshing. This would be the go-to drink on a very hot day. Whereas the other one is more a decadent party drink. But they’re both really good. As well as that though, it gives me yet another idea for parties the dungeon could run. Trying out different drinks. Mocktails is an obvious one, but I expect any of your experienced bartenders could likely put on a bit of a show to impress partygoers.”