Mold Me [Dungeon Masters 4] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting) (3 page)

“That’s all right. I read that in the instructions. I can survive on Sprite for one night.”

She read the woman’s name tag and recalled hearing her name mentioned before.
I should have remembered that.
“Thanks, Juliana.”

Forcing herself not to run, Phoenix headed to the second hallway, past a security guard who wasn’t the yummy one, but who nodded at her when she showed her pass, and down to the Stage Lounge. It was a large room with two levels of tables overlooking the main stage and a smaller stage where a band played for part of every night. As well as the obligatory bar, there was also a surprisingly diverse menu with excellent food. Asher, one of the men she’d met at the convention, was the head chef here, and some of the menu items he’d mentioned had made her mouth water.

The paperwork she’d had to complete had been extremely comprehensive. The Code of Conduct made it quite clear any behavior departing from the safe, sane, and consensual rule wouldn’t be tolerated. And it seemed The Dom’s Dungeon took their provision of food and drink just as seriously.
Hey, I can drink wine any evening. Having my first dungeon session is too special not to be fully alert. One drink might relax me, but I’ll stick with none.

Phoenix sat at a table by the dance floor but where she had a good view of anyone approaching her from the doorway that led down to the dungeons. I want the yummy security guard. I want the yummy security guard, she chanted in her mind. All day she’d reminded herself that any session in a dungeon with a Dom was going to be an amazing experience. But she couldn’t prevent herself from hoping like hell the Dom would be her security guard.

When he came toward her, she whimpered with lust. He was wearing skin-tight, black leather pants tucked into shiny black boots. He had a broad, black leather belt around his waist and a thick, black leather cuff on his left wrist. His dark hair was brushed back off his face, and his chest was gleaming with oil. Or maybe sweat. He was the most delicious man she’d ever seen and his dark-brown gaze was fixed on her face as if he was about to swallow her whole.

Yes, please.

Damn, she was hot. Five-alarm fire hot. Her long, dark hair was pulled back in some kind of a braid, her brown eyes were heavy lidded with lust, her cheeks flushed with passion, and when she flicked her tongue out to dampen her lips, his dick grew another inch, at least. If she did that again, he’d come in his pants like a teenager.

Instead he made himself frown at her and speak as if it was to a complete stranger. “Follow me, sub.”

She leapt lightly to her feet, seeming to have no difficulty whatsoever in walking fast in her mile-high fuck-me shoes. When he finally took her to bed he’d order her to leave those shoes on. Just a blindfold, and those shoes. The rest of her would be a completely naked playground for himself and Callum.

Thoughts of her naked had his dick pressing hard against his leather pants, making him wish he’d worn underwear. But with this outfit, a visible underwear line would be just as damaging to his credibility as it would be to any celebrity on the red carpet. He needed every possible aspect of himself, his clothing, and his deportment, to scream
Dom
, or he’d lose his control, grab the little witch, and fuck her until she screamed in release.

She seemed even more enticing right now than she’d appeared to be the day he met her, and that had to be impossible. No woman had ever affected him like this before. He knew Callum would like her, too. He kept his face blank but inside he was wondering what she’d say when she saw Callum waiting for her in the dungeon.

According to the rules, if a Dom fucked a client that person was thereafter their sub and they couldn’t fuck any other subs until the relationship ended. That was fine by Lachlan. He planned for this relationship to never end. He had a nice little after-hours job working here as a Dom occasionally, and he’d never fucked a sub yet. After today, he wouldn’t ever fuck anyone but Phoenix. And he’d be fucking her a dozen times a day the way she turned him on. She would be his priority from now on. But first, to teach her all about BDSM. And introduce her to Callum.

He didn’t slow down as he marched down the stairs, but her shoes kept time with his paces, clattering behind him. He felt a fraction guilty at expecting her to move fast on steps in those enormously high heels, but she could have slowed herself down if she’d wanted to, and there was no hint of her stumbling.
She must be damn sure-footed.
That was a good thing. Maybe they could take her for a run out on their farm later in their relationship. If this worked out there was still the giant hurdle of explaining that he and Callum were shape-shifters. But already he couldn’t imagine ever letting her go, so it’d have to work out. It was a simple as that. He was a patient man. He could wait. Possibly for as long as a week.

He stopped at the door to Dungeon Two and turned to face her. The walk here didn’t seem to have cooled her ardor or tired her at all. She was still aroused and excited, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright and sparkling. Using his Dom voice he said firmly, “Close your eyes and take two long steps straight ahead into the dungeon. Stand perfectly still until I give you permission to open your eyes or move. Do you understand?”

She swallowed and nodded, then said, “Yes, Sir.”

The scene hadn’t officially started yet, but he was pleased with her reply. Nevertheless he worked hard to keep his face stern. He swiped his card over the door lock and opened the door just wide enough for her to enter. He watched as she closed her eyes and took the two paces forward. He slid in behind her, locking the door and replacing his card in his pocket.

The lights were dimmed to their lowest setting and Callum was standing in the center of the dungeon, his legs spread wide, his arms crossed over his chest, and wearing nothing but a pair of jeans. Lachlan stomped across the stone floor of the dungeon to stand beside Callum and then said, “Open your eyes but don’t move from your position.”

Her eyes went wide and then wider as she stared at the two of them, and then the most amazing smile lit up her entire face. “Just like Ryia with Asher and Elijah, I get both of you? Oh, wow. Yee-haw!”

“Did I give you permission to speak?” he thundered.

She jumped a little but the smile didn’t waver. “No, Sir, but you didn’t tell me I couldn’t speak either.”

Lachlan heard the faintest snort from Callum but he was certain she wouldn’t have heard it, not having extra sharp werewolf senses.

Damn, the little witch. She was going to drive him insane. And he simply couldn’t gag her this first time in the dungeon. She had to be free to use her safe word until she got to know him and Callum better.

“When you read the Code of Conduct, did you choose a safe word?”

“Not exactly, Sir. I prefer to try the traffic light system.”

“Very well. If you call
red
the game will stop completely and it will not resume. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“If you call
orange,
I might ask you to explain what is concerning you, or what you are not enjoying. Apart from answering a direct question from me, the only other words you are permitted to use are
orange
and
red
. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Very well. Take off all your clothes and wait for me in the center of the dungeon. You will kneel on the floor, your hands by your sides and your forehead resting on the floor. Do you understand?”

He watched to see if she didn’t like his instructions. Most Doms expected their subs to look down but many permitted the subs to stand. He was deliberately testing her boundaries at the moment. Although, since she was so talkative he suspected having to remain silent would be far more difficult for her than kneeling on the floor.

However she replied, “Yes, Sir,” with no hesitation and turned to look for where she should get undressed. When she didn’t see a coat hook or a chair, she did what most subs did by moving across to the wall and leaving her clothing there. He was saddened when she removed those wonderful shoes, but it was necessary for the scene to go ahead. The shoes would be useful again later.

She rolled her clothes into a bundle and did as he’d asked. Now would come the next test. How long would she wait before she spoke to him or began fidgeting? A good sub could last half an hour, but this was her first time. He suspected ten minutes might be around her limit. He was about to find out.

* * * *

Callum was not a Dom but he and Lachlan had been born into the same pack and were only two years different in age, so they’d tended to do a lot of things together all their lives. Although they’d fought from time to time as boys and young men, he couldn’t remember them ever not being best friends. And from the time the Supreme Alpha of North America had approved ménage matings, they’d known they would share a woman. Women were so scarce that sharing was the only logical way they could hope for a mate. And with two of them to romance and please a woman, Callum was certain they were twice as likely to succeed.

When Phoenix had stepped into the dungeon, her eyes squeezed shut, he’d known at once that Lachlan was right. She was perfect for them. Of course, he had the advantage of Lachlan having told him all about her. Apart from that, one look at her long dark hair, luscious body, and smart replies had him ready to worship at her feet. Especially since those feet were adorned by the most amazing shoes he’d ever seen. He had no idea how she’d managed to walk down the stairs in them, but she had, which proved she was as smart as her lighthearted replies had indicated. He already knew she was vivacious and intelligent from the way she spoke. Those two things were as important to him as her magnificent hair and luscious curves.

He had assisted Lachlan in dungeon scenes from time to time when a sub wanted certain things, such as two men. But it was infrequently, so he’d been rather nervous waiting here. Now he’d seen Phoenix, he was even more nervous, worried that he’d spoil the scene by doing something wrong, and that Phoenix wouldn’t be satisfied as fully as she ought to be. Such a beautiful woman deserved the very best efforts he could produce. Lachlan had explained to him what would happen, and he simply had to follow the instructions, assuming he could remember them all.

The first one was not to make any movement or sound when Lachlan told Phoenix to wait. This time was to force her to anticipate what might happen next. Lachlan needed the sub’s imagination to be working super fast, so that by the time Callum or Lachlan did something her nerves would be stretched tight and she’d get the maximum benefit out of each step in the program.

Callum was good at standing still. He could do that no worries. He had his bodyweight comfortably balanced, whereas Phoenix wouldn’t be used to kneeling on a cold stone floor, especially not with her forehead resting on the stone as well. Soon her thigh muscles and neck muscles would start to pull and she’d want to wiggle. He couldn’t wait to see how she dealt with the urge to move. Would she twitch and fidget or remain still?

Callum kept his gaze on Phoenix, sliding it over the neat little parcel she made on the floor, her dark hair falling across her shoulders and the line of her spine a delicate arch under her skin.

She lasted longer than he’d expected, and even then she only moved her knees microscopically. But Lachlan pounced on the action. “You moved. You deserve to be punished for that. Get up and bend over the spanking bench so Callum can tie you to it.”

Callum thought it was interesting that Lachlan had used his name. It might have been to remind Callum that this was his task, but Callum thought it was more likely that because Phoenix was important to them both, he wanted there to be full disclosure at all times. No hiding their identities.

He followed Phoenix across to the spanking bench and waited while she worked out how she should rest over it and where her hands and feet belonged. It took her several tries to line her feet up correctly, but she thought quite quickly overall. He buckled her ankles and wrists into the restraints, wishing he could smooth his hands over her skin. She smelled nice, like flowers, but he ached to pet her properly and lick along her flesh. Her spine had been so attractive as she’d kneeled on the floor. He could picture himself swiping his tongue the length of it, up and then down again.

“In the dungeon I am your Master. You do what I say, nothing more, nothing less.” Lachlan flicked a whip across her shoulders and then over her ass. Callum knew Lachlan was moderating his strength. That seemed wise to Callum. They didn’t know how much Phoenix could take and how much she would need to bring her to orgasm. It was just as much a failure to send her into release too fast as to do it too slowly.

Her skin colored slightly but her body language showed only appreciation. Callum stepped back silently on his bare feet as Lachlan measured his strokes and placed them exactly where he wanted them. Lachlan had a great skill as a Dom. Not just the technical ability to punish a submissive accurately, but also almost a mental link with his subs. He knew what he should do and exactly when the timing would be perfect. Callum really hoped this skill would hold true with Phoenix. Her body certainly called to him on so many different levels and what he’d seen of her personality enchanted him as well.

Soon he could smell her honey and knew she’d be getting closer to release. He walked silently across to the counter and opened the top right-hand drawer, where Lachlan had placed the toys he thought he might use tonight on Phoenix. Callum took out a vibrator, a butt plug, lube, and a set of nipple clamps, sliding the vibrator, lube, and butt plug into the back pockets of his jeans, and hiding the nipple clips in his closed fist.