Fill Me [Dungeon Masters 3] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting) (13 page)

But now they were fucking her faster. Their grip on her had tightened. Asher held her hips firmly so there was no room for her to wiggle again. Elijah gripped her waist, his hands just above Asher’s, but it meant she was under their control. Except her mouth was free. She couldn’t think of anything to say, but she could lick and kiss them. She twisted her neck around to lick part of Asher’s shoulder before kissing Elijah’s skin.

And that’s when she lost her ability to think. Both men pounded into her hard and fast, her body completely under their control as they held her down against them to fuck her deep and hard. She rested her forehead against Elijah’s chest and let the waves of pleasure roll through her body as again and again she was filled and emptied, and the orgasm coiled deep in her belly began to consume her. She knew this was going to be a massive orgasm. Already it totally consumed her mind as its tentacles stretched into every part of her body, firing up her nerve endings with joy and delight.

And then her body exploded into release, shaking her like a tree in a storm, until she couldn’t think or see and was almost surprised she was still breathing.

Both men kissed her and whispered in her ears. Ryia felt so loved and cherished it made her want to cry. This was how she’d like to be cared for and treated forever. But it was only for tonight. Still, at least she had tonight. This would be a beautiful memory to look back on in the future. And one day she might even find a man of her own who would accept her for herself just as these men did.

Ryia scuttled around her room packing her suitcase, checking she hadn’t left anything behind, racing into the bathroom to check the drawers there, and looking under the bed even though she knew she hadn’t unpacked her things anywhere except hanging up her special dress in the closet. But still she looked everywhere. She wheeled her suitcase out of the room and had to wait for the elevators. An equal number of people seemed to be going up as coming down, so finally she just got on an elevator and rode it up and then down. At least it meant she was on it when it finally reached the basement.

She put her suitcase in the trunk of her car, and slung her conference satchel over her shoulder, taking the stairs up to the conference floor and settling in the back row as usual.

“I suppose because you’re sitting here that means you’ve already handed back your room key,” said Elijah sitting next to her.

“That’s right.”

“We would have helped you carry your luggage, you know.”

“Yes, but you had your own luggage to deal with.”

“It would be our privilege to help you.”

Ryia stared at him. He seemed perfectly serious. A privilege to carry her suitcase? But he appeared to genuinely mean it. “Thank you for offering, but I’m okay, really.”

She settled down to take notes as the speaker began, although quite a lot of what he said really just added to what he’d said yesterday. It wasn’t really new, and she’d taken a lot of notes yesterday. Today he emphasized and highlighted what he’d already said. But still, she couldn’t complain. She’d gotten far more than her money’s worth out of this convention already, even allowing for the possibility of some lost sales from her store having been closed for two and a half days.

However, the website development seminar, which was next, was amazingly helpful. She scribbled page after page of notes, and after the speaker finished she hurried to the front of the room to collect his business card and a brochure.

She was so excited about the speaker she’d momentarily forgotten that she wouldn’t see Asher, who’d arrived just as the first session was beginning, and Elijah, again. Well, damn. That was disappointing, but she’d known it all along. Bes
ides, she had some wonderful memories. And a hell of a lot of work to do.

Asher gently guided her out of the room and turned her into the hallway to go back to the ballroom. She stopped and shook her head.

“I’m leaving now. Thank you so much for a wonderful convention. It’s been a real pleasure to meet you both.”

“Leaving?”

“What?”

They’d heard her. She’d just surprised them. “Good-bye.”

“Wait. Why are you leaving now? There’s lunch and then a series of workshops this afternoon,” said Asher.

“Nothing this afternoon interests me and I don’t need lunch. I do need to go home and write up all my notes, however. Tomorrow will be a very busy day at my store catching up from having been away.”

“We were hoping to take you to The Dom’s Dungeon and show you a dungeon this afternoon or this evening,” said Elijah.

“I heard you mention that earlier, and I’d really like to see a BDSM dungeon, but I truly do have a lot to do before tomorrow.”

“Sooner or later you’re going to need to eat, so it might as well be here and now. How about this for a deal? You come with us to the dungeon this afternoon, and then after that we’ll go with you to your store to stock the shelves or whatever you need to do. With us to help you, surely the work will be done much faster and that’ll leave you more time to type up your notes,” said Elijah.

She stared from one of them to the other. She really didn’t want to say good-bye to them. And she did want to visit a dungeon. Besides a scene in a real dungeon would be a wonderful end to the weekend. “Okay, but you need to be serious about helping me pack orders and suchlike.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The lunch was ham and cheese croissants, baguettes filled with salad, and multilayered sandwich fingers filled with an array of totally delicious items. She’d almost forgotten Asher was a chef until he started discussing the various ingredients in the sandwiches and the way in which one flavor highlighted or altered another.

“I’d never thought of sandwiches like that before. But you’re quite right. Mixing some of the ingredients together like this is counter-intuitive but it works.”

“It certainly does. Let me get a few more of them for you to dissect,” said Elijah.

“For him to eat more likely.” But Asher was smiling.

“What did you think about the peanut-butter cheesecake last night?” she asked him.

“I was hoping no one would remember that I’m a chef, actually. It was far better than any I’ve ever made.”

“But I expect you have your own specialty.”

“I think everyone who cooks has one item they can turn out perfectly every time.”

Elijah ate several more finger sandwiches and another baguette, but Ryia sipped her water. The food here was very tempting, and it didn’t matter how often these men told her they didn’t mind her curves, but she didn’t need to keep eating. After all, she hadn’t been exercising as much as she usually did. She’d been sitting in seminars and lectures.

“I’ll follow you in my car,” she said when they reached the parking garage.

“Okay. We’ll wait for you at the exit ramp so we leave together.”

* * * *

Most of the way back to the dungeon Asher and Elijah talked through the kinds of things they wanted to show Ryia in the dungeon. But when they were almost there Asher looked across at Elijah, who was driving, and said, “You know, bro, you’re going to have to tell her you’re a wolf, sooner rather than later.”

“I know. I just don’t know how the fuck to do it. I don’t want to frighten her away. She’s so complicated, so multilayered, and that ex of hers took away all her self-respect. I really don’t want to risk pushing her away from us both.”

“It’ll be worse if you don’t tell her, though. She’ll feel as if we’ve deliberately lied to her and misled her.”

“Yes, you’re right. Maybe I’ll talk to Niel tomorrow and ask him how he broke the news to Trinidad. Or Simon. He had to tell Tamara.”

“Good idea.”

Asher hoped that wouldn’t be too long a wait. They’d only known her a few days but it’d been a very intense, full-on time of being together almost twenty-four-seven. In his mind, a regular romance, where a couple saw each other for a couple of hours one night a week, was a very different thing from a live-in convention where they’d spent so much time together. And the sex. It was the best ever. He had so many ideas for things he wanted to do with Ryia. So many games he wanted to play with her. So many sensations he wanted to share with her and see if they aroused her.

They showed Ryia where to park, and then walked, one each side of her, over to the elevator and up the main level. “Look, an elevator just to ourselves, not crowded with a hundred people,” he teased her.

“Amazing.”

He grinned at her. He wasn’t sure, but he thought that might have been the very first time she’d teased one of them back. It was awesome that she was relaxed and happy with them both.

“Hey, Juliana. Which dungeons are empty right now?” he asked at the reception desk.

Juliana smiled at the three of them and handed him a keycard. “Number four might suit you.”

Hell yes. Number four would suit them perfectly.

When they got to the hallway into the club itself, Elijah stopped and spoke to the security guard on duty, Lachlan. “Everything okay?”

“No problems, sir. It’s been a quiet and peaceful weekend.”

That was good. He wanted Elijah to have his mind on Ryia, not on problems he’d need to sort out tomorrow at work.

Ryia kept her head facing forward, but he could sense the excitement in her body and when he watched her closely, he could see her gaze flicking in all directions. So she was eagerly absorbing everything. That was good. He really, really, hoped she enjoyed the dungeon. If she didn’t he’d find another method to use to give her pleasure, but it was such a part of his and Elijah’s lives. It’d be much better if they could bring their woman here regularly, even if there were only certain things she enjoyed doing.

All the dungeons were very deliberately classic dungeon in style. Stone floors, dark gray walls, black ceilings. But this one had a sex swing hung over an area of padded floor. Fucking on the swing was just the kind of challenge they needed to give them all a perfect reward. After they’d punished Ryia in a way that brought her an extra good climax first.

He flipped the lights on and turned her to face the row of whips, canes, birches, paddles, and floggers displayed on one wall. “Would you like to be whipped to climax?” he asked her.

“I wouldn’t mind tasting a whipping. But is such a thing as being whipped to climax even possible for someone who isn’t a lifestyle sub? Someone whose own mental imagery brings them to those heights almost by itself?”

“That’s a perceptive remark. I don’t really know, but I do know of plenty of subs who have climaxed from a whipping. A whipping by genuine, talented masters, that is.”

“Like you and Asher,” she said.

“Like us, yes.”

“If I say my safe word everything stops.”

“Absolutely. You have our promise that will always be the case. We’d never continue if you didn’t want to. The whole point of these games is to bring you extra special pleasure,” Asher said.

She nodded and Elijah said, “The scene begins now. Undress, sub.”

Asher watched as Ryia looked all around before moving to the wall—the left wall—and removing her sandals, then sliding her skirt down off her hips. He liked the way she wore skirts. He knew so many women who always dressed in jeans. Hell, they could wear whatever they pleased. He wasn’t the clothing police, and he wore jeans a whole lot himself. But somehow the fact that Ryia wore skirts made her different, special, more theirs. She was a very individual person. A truly unique snowflake despite the people who were always saying Generation Y weren’t special snowflakes. Well, maybe the entire generation wasn’t. But Ryia as sure as hell was.

He hurriedly removed his own clothing, kicking it all against the wall, and then opened the top drawer under the counter on the back wall. Here were butt plugs, lubes, condoms, and several other things he and Elijah would need. He took them out and sat them on the counter, holding the strings of a small eyes-only mask in his hands.

“When one sense is taken away, the others become stronger. May I use this blindfold on you?”

He made sure Ryia could see it wouldn’t cover her nose or mouth, and wasn’t surprised when she replied, “Yes, Sir.”

They needed to talk to her about bondage, but not today and not now. Now was time to play. He looked across at Elijah, signaling it was his turn to take the lead. Ryia belonged to both of them and they would always share her equally.

* * * *

Elijah’s dick was so full and hard, every joke he’d ever heard about using it to pound nails applied to him right now. Not that he wanted to pound nails. All he wanted was Ryia. And he was the wolf who was going to have to confess his secret to her. But not tonight. Not until after he’d talked to some of the other wolves and figured out how to do it without alienating her or scaring her or causing her to run away from them. They’d gone to that damn convention lightheartedly joking about finding a woman. But the joke was on them because they’d found their perfect woman. Their true mate. Now all they had to do—all he had to do—was demonstrate to her that werewolves weren’t evil and that they’d both love her forever if she’d let them.

Oh, and give her a world record orgasm here in the dungeon so she’d want to continue playing dungeon games with them.

Not much. Just everything that mattered to him. Their entire future happiness. And it was in his hands to ruin Asher’s future as well as his own. No pressure. Ha!

He took his favorite whip and handed Asher the flogger. As they did so many times, they were going to offer alternating sensations. By mixing and matching the punishment, the sub never knew what would happen next. And by using harsh and gentle, soft and teasing, burning and alluring, they multiplied the effect of the punishment in the sub’s mind.

Asher had handcuffed Ryia to chains hanging from eyebolts in the ceiling. Elijah looked carefully at his woman, but Asher had the levels perfect as always. She was resting on her flat feet with her arms extended, but not overly stretched. By rising onto the balls of her feet she could rest her arms if she wanted to. But they wouldn’t leave her hanging long enough to really stress her back or shoulders anyway. Elijah could hardly wait to fuck her in the swing. This whipping was just the starter for the meal that was to be Ryia this afternoon.