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

Lachlan hung the whip back on the wall and unshackled Phoenix. “Look at me sub.”

She looked up and her cheeks were flushed with lust, her eyes sparkling with amusement or maybe naughtiness. Callum didn’t know her well enough to guess as yet.

“What color are you, sub?”

“Oh green. Very definitely green. I’m green the way that grass is green. And unlike what Kermit the frog might say, it is very, very good being green.”

Once again Callum had to fight the urge to laugh. Damn, she was provocative. She knew perfectly well she was only allowed to say two words yet she’d evidently planned that naughty little speech and said it anyway. How could he not love a woman with so much spirit and vivacity?

Lachlan very, very slowly took the thick leather belt from around his waist and then he cracked it through the air like a whip. The sound was both loud and shocking. Callum watched as Phoenix’s eyes widened. And then she flicked her tongue out and licked her lips. Instantly Callum’s dick hardened and pressed against his jeans. Oh God, what a woman!

* * * *

Phoenix was awash with lust. Her hormones were racing through her bloodstream, driving her crazy with desire. When Dom Lachlan took off his belt, she thought her body might combust with need. Her cunt was so wet she could feel the dampness of her cream on the insides of her thighs. That belt was long and thick. Just like she was sure his cock would be. Callum’s as well. Oh hell. Two cocks. She was about to experience the best sex of her life and likely the orgasm would be so powerful it’d kill her, but what a way to die.

“Stand with your hands on your head and your legs shoulder-width apart. Do not speak.”

She did as her Dom ordered her, but her gaze was fixed on that belt. Where would he strike her with it? On her ass which was hot and a little sore from the whip? On her shoulders, maybe? Was that why she had to put her hands on her head? Or on her breasts? That’d hurt like hell but likely it’d tip her over into an orgasm. That was when Phoenix understood the waiting was intentional. That damn Dom was deliberately keeping her on hold so she’d think through the possibilities and wonder what would happen next. Damn, that was a tricky technique. And he was right of course. She’d already decided the most effective stroke would be over her breasts because it was the most unlikely. Hell, she’d have to think of something else she could do or say to rattle his cage some more, so he would punish her.

“Turn your back to me. Keep your hands on your head.”

Well, fuck. Now what? Was he going to belt her on the ass after all?

She turned around as slowly as she dared to move, flicking her head back so her braid bounced over her shoulder and down her back. It also meant she caught a glimpse of him with her peripheral vision as she did it, but he was standing completely immobile. Hmm. That was a good idea which hadn’t worked. Not a problem. She’d think of something else.

Callum appeared in front of her so silently she hadn’t expected him.
That’s right. He’s in bare feet. Dom Lachlan is stomping around in boots and he deliberately misled me into forgetting that Callum is barefoot.

He looked up at the ceiling and Phoenix did, too, wondering if there was a chain or something he was going to shackle her to. But it was another piece of misdirection. He sucked her nipple into his mouth and she shrieked with surprise and then grabbed his hair and stroked it. Instantly the belt landed on her ass and it goddamn hurt.

“Hands,” ordered her Dom.

Obediently she put them back on her head. Her ass was burning from the stroke of the belt and she understood he could have punished her a lot more than that because she wasn’t supposed to speak either. Not that a shriek was exactly speaking. Without moving her head, she looked down just as Callum took his mouth off her breast and pinched the nipple to screw a nipple clip to it. She was expecting the second one, which he did, but then he kneeled at her feet.
What now? A clit clamp?

A flogger trailed strands across her shoulders and then down her arms and all the way down her legs to her feet. It was a strange, gentle, silky sort of touch, and just as arousing as the whipping had been even though it was very different. It seemed to go on for a long time, although likely it was only a few minutes, and then there was nothing. The absence of action was just as arousing in its own way as what happened in between, especially now she’d worked out it was one of the Dom’s tricks to get her thinking about what might happen next. It was impossible to guess, because the combinations of potential actions were infinite. But nonetheless it was a damn smart technique. It focused her mind and her attention on the future and made her miss clues in the present.

Even knowing all that, Phoenix was still intensely excited when Callum touched her cunt and she realized he was holding a vibrator which he ran up and over her pussy lips before teasing her clit with it for so long she was ready to scream. When he finally pushed it into her cunt, she coated it with her honey and her hips thrashed, trying to make herself come.

Once again the belt landed over her ass. “Remain still. What color are you, sub?”

Hmm that was difficult. She was enjoying herself very much, so that meant green. But she was quite close to orgasming, which meant she should possibly say orange. But if she said orange they might stop and she certainly didn’t want that.

“Kind of yellowish. More than green but not yet orange,” she finally said, trying to be honest.

“Lie flat on your belly on the floor, legs and arms spread-eagle.”

Well fuck. Now what?

She did as he’d said and the floor, which was made of stone, was fucking cold. She almost complained and then closed her lips tightly. Likely this was some kind of test. Well she’d pass any fucking test they gave her. She wanted these men and was prepared to do whatever it took to get them. Preferably in her bed with that fucking belt and the vibrator as well.

Standing on the cold stone floor hadn’t bothered her at all, but now, with her breasts pressed against it, the nipple clips digging into her skin, Phoenix felt the beginnings of a shiver start inside her. The shiver became more potent, though, when the flogger’s strands began lightly drifting over her shoulders once again. She focused on the sensations of the silky strands trailing across her elbows, but she wasn’t quite brave enough to move her arms to let the strands touch the insides of her elbows and upper arms. She knew the flogger would feel better than cold stone, but she also knew Dom Lachlan would punish her for it, and she was enjoying the touch of the flogger.

And then something cold touched her ass. Her ass was warm from the whipping she’d received, plus the one harsh stroke from Dom Lachlan’s belt. That existing heat made the liquid on her ass seem even colder. A finger massaged the liquid around the entry to her ass. Instantly Phoenix’s rosette closed tight in shock. But this was the very opposite of what she wanted. Phoenix wanted Callum’s hands there. She wanted him to lube her ass. She was ready to experience two men at once, right now.

She tried to relax her body and concentrated on the strands of the flogger, which were now trailing up and down her spine. It was damn erotic and she liked it. When Callum’s hand touched her rosette again, it opened for him and he began massaging inside her entry and all around the muscle ring. With her body flat on the floor, she noticed her breathing become faster immediately as her lungs heaved for air and she let her mouth open slightly. Oh fuck, that felt good. She was sure her honey would be dripping onto the floor she was so aroused. She wished they’d buzz the vibrator in her cunt so she could come, or at least take the edge off her neediness a bit.

Instead, Callum’s finger penetrated deeper and deeper into her ass, rubbing the lube into her muscles and tissues until she was ready to scream with the need to come. She pressed her cunt harder against the floor, but her body had warmed it up so that didn’t give her any relief at all. In fact, it was almost worse, because it made her more intensely aware of the damn vibrator in her cunt.

It was almost an anticlimax when Callum inserted a butt plug into her ass. She was surprised how wide and stretched her body felt with the vibrator and the butt plug both inside her, but she strongly suspected two cocks would be even bigger than these toys. But what she really wanted to know, needed to know, was if they were going to fuck her. Surely the scene wouldn’t end now.

* * * *

Lachlan was really pleased with the way the dungeon scene had gone. Phoenix had behaved pretty much as he’d expected and it was clear she’d enjoyed the punishment very much. Her rich cream coated her legs and he knew there’d be a mark on the floor where she was lying as well. Her scent was strong in the room, and it was difficult to prevent his wolf from howling and claiming his woman.

It was just as well they’d booked a room upstairs. He was certain she’d agree to fuck them. It was just a matter of transitioning them from the dungeon to the room without losing the arousal he’d built up inside her so far. But he had a plan for that. He nodded to Callum, who silently moved around the room and put Phoenix’s clothing into a bag they’d brought with them. Then he replaced her shoes on her feet.

That hadn’t been part of the original plan but Lachlan wholeheartedly agreed with it. Those damn shoes screamed “fuck me” and that’s exactly what they were about to do.

“Stand up, slave.”

She climbed to her feet smoothly and so lithely she could have been a wolf herself. Callum stood beside the door to the dungeon, and Lachlan grabbed Phoenix by the calves, and swung her upside down over his shoulder in a sort-of fireman’s carry. This way her breasts and cunt would be hidden from view, and her face also unless she looked up to see where they were going.

Callum opened the door and he marched through and up the stairs. In the interests of privacy he took the stairs all the way to their room on the fourth floor. Phoenix had giggled and wiggled several times, but mostly she’d remained still and she was easy to carry. As they walked down the hallway to the room they’d rented, Callum hurried past him to swipe open the door and flip on the lights. By the time he entered, the quilt had been pulled off the bed and the nightstand drawer was open, exposing a wealth of condoms, lubes, and ointments.

He set Phoenix down on the bed on her back and stared into her face. Her cheeks were bright red but her eyes were glittering with laughter and excitement.

“We are no longer in the dungeon,” he said.

“Yeah, I kinda figured that out myself when you walked up a million stairs. You’re lucky you didn’t get a hernia carrying me all that way.”

He couldn’t prevent his lips twitching at her reply. Once again, it wasn’t something he’d expected, but he was coming to recognize it as a typical Phoenix-style response.

Callum, who was behind her where she couldn’t see him, had a huge grin on his face.

“You are completely free to answer as you wish. We want to fuck you now. Both of us, together. Do you agree?”

“Hell, yes. That’s what I want as well.”

“In that case, perhaps you’d like to help us get ready?” said Callum, stepping out of his jeans and handing her a condom.

“Commando. I like a man who’s prepared for action,” she said, licking her lips as she stared at Callum’s cock.

While she was busy sheathing Callum, Lachlan stripped out of his boots and leather pants, glad to have his dick free at last. It’d been torture keeping it so confined when all it wanted to do was stretch and seek out Phoenix’s warm pussy.

He stood in front of her as Callum handed Phoenix another condom. She rolled it over his cock gently, her fingers warm and steady on his engorged skin. As soon as she’d finished, he glanced up to Callum, who gripped her wrists and held them together. Lachlan wrapped his belt around her wrists, buckling them together tightly.

She looked up at him, her face one big pout. “Now how the fuck am I supposed to touch you?”

“I haven’t known you for very long, but I’m totally confident you’ll think of something,” Lachlan replied.

Callum sat on the bed beside her and rolled her over onto her front as Lachlan buzzed the vibrator on its highest setting for three seconds. He was certain it would seem much longer than that to her and the way her body went completely still proved he was correct. And then he could smell her feminine musk stronger than ever. Hell, yes, she was ready to be fucked. Warm and wet and waiting for their dicks to possess her completely.

Lachlan stood back as Callum started fucking her ass with the butt plug, pulling it out, twirling it around to excite her walls and all the many nerve endings there, and then driving it back inside her. Or holding it half in, half out and making her wait until he touched it again. Twice more, Lachlan chose a time when he was sure she was completely focused on Callum, and buzzed the vibrator in her cunt.

The moment she started thrashing on the bed, pushing back onto the butt plug, they both stopped all actions and made her wait.

Indignantly, she rose up on her elbows and looked over her shoulder at them both.

“I have to go to work in the morning you know. I was kind of hoping to have had my orgasm before then.”

Lachlan forced himself not to laugh. It was damn hard to keep a straight face. “An orgasm? Callum, did we promise Phoenix an orgasm?”

“Um. I can’t remember.”