Mold Me [Dungeon Masters 4] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting) (6 page)

“Soon,” added Callum.

* * * *

Callum followed Phoenix and Lachlan back to the front desk at The Dom’s Dungeon. Her ass was swaying sexily, and her legs in those fuck-me shoes were doing things to his dick that shouldn’t be possible so soon after fucking her.

She handed back her pass and said, “I’d like to make another booking—”

Callum and Lachlan both cut her off, “For the same time next week,” they chorused. Phoenix looked at them both and laughed.

“That sounds good to me.”

Juliana changed screens on her computer and turned to Lachlan. “Would you like Dungeon Two again?”

Callum glanced at Lachlan. Dungeon Two was fine, but Dungeon Five had a toy she might like. He wasn’t at all surprised when Lachlan said, “How about Dungeon Five next time?”

“I have that in the schedule,” Juliana said, smiling at Phoenix.

Callum touched Phoenix’s shoulder. “We’ll walk you to your car.”

As soon as they were in the elevator, he stroked his hand over her back, feeling the strength yet softness of her body beneath his palm. Already he wanted to fuck her again, but that wasn’t possible. She’d likely be sore from the double penetration and her ass might still be a little sore from the whipping and the belt. A week was perfect timing. She’d be fully healed and filled with anticipation, ready for any games Lachlan wanted to play with her.

His eyes opened wider and he had to force his jaw shut when he saw her car. It was an electric-blue Chevy Malibu. Although, when he thought about it, he couldn’t imagine her driving a black or white car like so many people did.

Instead of getting in it she learned against the door and looked from him to Lachlan. “If I had your cell phone numbers I could invite you out for dinner one night this week.”

Instantly his dick pressed harder against the front of his jeans. “Give me your cell phone,” he replied.

He typed in his number and handed her cell phone to Lachlan. He felt sure Lachlan would tell her his as well, but it was Lachlan’s decision, not his. Lachlan pulled out his own cell and scrolled through her contacts. “You don’t have any information under
Myself
,” he said.

“I’m not stupid. I don’t have anyone listed as
best friend
or
roommate
either. If someone steals my phone I’m not going to make it too easy for them.”

She took their phones and added her number to their contacts and then beeped her car open. “How does Wednesday sound for a meal?” she asked.

“Wednesday is good, but Sunday sounds better,” said Lachlan.

Once again she gave one of her beautiful, sparkling smiles. “It does, doesn’t it? I’ll be in touch when it’s arranged.”

Callum remained still even though his bare feet on the concrete parking lot were getting damn cold. Actually his back was cold as well. But he had boots and a shirt in Lachlan’s car. Right now he didn’t want to take his gaze from Phoenix as she reversed out of her parking space, and wended her way through the basement to the exit.

“You’re absolutely right. She’s our woman,” he said softly to Lachlan.

“I know. Tying her down is our next challenge.”

Once the electric-blue vehicle had disappeared, he hurried downstairs to where Lachlan’s car was parked over by the far wall with the staff cars. He wiped the soles of his feet with his socks before gladly pulling the socks and boots on, then his fleece shirt. Feeling warmer already, he slid into the passenger seat.

“Actually tying her down will be easy. She likes ropes. The hard part will be working out how to tell her we’re wolves.”

“I’m already addicted to her. If we can get her addicted to us, it’ll be doable,” said Lachlan.

Fuck! I hope so.

Callum checked his e-mails as soon as they arrived home. He always did when he’d been away from his computer for a few hours, as he never knew what crises might have arisen in his absence. This time there were no troubles on any of the blogs he managed, but there were half a dozen e-mails from his neighbors all asking him if he and Lachlan had seen the new signs on the vacant farm behind their property.

He walked to Lachlan’s room and tapped on his door. “Are you still dressed?”

“I have pajama pants on. You can open the door. What’s the problem?”

“You might want to put jeans and a sweater on instead. Apparently there are a passel of new signs on the farm behind us. Everyone wants to know what we think.”

“What we think? What should we think? They aren’t going to build a twenty-story apartment block there or something are they?”

“I didn’t stop to read what everyone said. Since so many people had e-mailed me I figured it’d be easier to go look ourselves than to tie myself in knots wondering who was exaggerating.”

“Good point. You go grab the big flashlight while I change into jeans.”

Callum picked up a sweater as well as the flashlight and went back out to Lachlan’s car. As wolves it’d take them less than ten minutes to get to the fence, but it was very high security fencing and they needed to be on the outside of it to read the signs which meant a more than ten-minute drive around the neighborhood.

He’d settled into the car and switched the ignition on when Lachlan joined him. Lachlan jumped up and opened and closed all the gates, without commenting on the fact that if they’d known about this five minutes ago they’d have saved all this hassle. Still, security was important to them as wolves.

“I hope to hell it isn’t an apartment block. We can buy some large trees to shield our land from being overlooked by a person walking or riding around their fence line, but no tree will prevent someone overlooking our entire land if the building is more than a couple of stories high,” said Lachlan.

“I know. We’ll have to buy a couple big black dogs to confuse people.”

“And fence them off away from the cattle and the fruit trees.”

“Damn. More fences. They’re expensive.”

“Yup.”

Callum sighed. He supposed they should be grateful they’d had these few years with no one living there. Years that had enabled them to establish the cattle and fruit trees, to build their running track, and for the neighbors to accept them as harmless locals.

He parked in front of the main sign, leaving the engine running and the headlights lighting up the sign. But pretty much all it said was that it was a deceased estate and was now for sale. He and Lachlan moved on to the next sign, which was a signboard six feet high and three feet wide full of ideas about what sort of uses the land could be put to, and how the buyer might choose to subdivide it. Fortunately an apartment block wasn’t one of the things mentioned.

“‘Agricultural use, or family dwellings on large lots.’ That sounds hopeful,” he said.

“Do you really want half a dozen kids climbing our fence and exploring all over our land?” asked Lachlan.

“Fuck. I didn’t think of that.”

They walked slowly along the fence line but the other notices were just repeats of the one they’d read, so they went home. “I guess I’d better read those e-mails and see what the neighbors think.” He groaned.

* * * *

Phoenix was an only child born to older parents. They’d spent years hoping for a child, preferably a boy, and when she’d finally arrived she was a disappointment to both her parents. Not just because she was a girl, but also because she didn’t fit the image of a girl her parents had from their childhood, which was now forty years out of date.

Her photographs of herself up to about age seven all showed a child dressed in long white lace gowns, her hair in carefully arranged ringlets, and topped with a white lace bow. Age seven was when she’d rebelled and begun borrowing other children’s jeans to wear so she could play outside.

Then there was the problem of her talkativeness. The only times she’d ever been in trouble at elementary school was for answering back. As she got older, this was almost always because she raised points the targeted adult couldn’t logically rebut, so it’d been easier to punish her than to accept that she was correct. On the other hand, her mouthiness had meant she’d gotten damn good grades in every course requiring a speech, or presentation, or oral report at high school.

But the final straw for her parents had been her getting a job with an erotic romance publisher. It didn’t matter how many times she’d pointed out that her family were the ones who’d given her dozens of books and told her to sit quietly and read them. Or how often she’d explained how difficult it was to get a job when her degree major was English. To them, erotic romance was naughty and dirty and not appropriate for a girl. Especially not their girl.

“If they’d read a few erotic romances likely they’d have had kids ten years sooner and I wouldn’t be an only child of older parents,” she pointed out to her friends, who were all in awe of her new job.

Right now she was eating her lunch
al desko
while she researched interesting restaurants. They had to have ambience, a decent menu, but most importantly, private booths. She saw herself tucked in a corner with the two men. She just couldn’t decide if one either side of her so she could stroke their thighs, and possibly their cocks, would be better, or if sitting opposite them where she could watch their every expression would be a smarter choice. But first, she had to choose the restaurant and book it for Sunday.

An advertisement for a Russian restaurant caught her eye. She didn’t recall ever eating Russian food. “Marinated mushrooms and marinated eggplant. Yum. Pirozhki. Pastry stuffed with meat. That sounds nice. Crepes with ricotta and mozzarella cheese. Awesome.”

“Dammit, Phoenix, will you please shut the fuck up? I’m trying to eat a boring salad over here and you’re making me drool.”

Oops.
“Sorry, Violet. I didn’t realize I was talking out loud. I’m looking at restaurants.”

Violet stood up and walked across the room and looked over Phoenix’s shoulder. “It does look nice. What’s the occasion?”

“I plan to wine, dine, and then fuck two absolutely delicious men.”

“Two men? Naughty.”

“You know Ryia, who we met at that New Directions in the Adult Industry conference? She attracted the attention of two men who work at The Dom’s Dungeon. I went there and found two of my own. You really should visit it some time.”

Phoenix turned around to look at Violet. She’d been a big help at the conference and they’d both gotten a lot of ideas for future conferences their company would hold. But getting two men as well would be even better. Phoenix was determined to do all she could to attract Lachlan and Callum. Well, she seemed to have attracted them already. Maybe to keep them interested in her would be a better way of describing what she needed to do. And feeding them a special meal was a great place to start. Didn’t all men love food?

Violet sat back at her own desk and Phoenix kept reading the menu. It all sounded really nice to her so she typed the restaurant’s phone number into her cell phone and made a booking for six p.m. on Sunday. That would give them plenty of time for a long, leisurely meal, and then other stuff, before she needed to leave, because she had to work on Monday. Well, likely they did, too, of course. Not that she knew anything about Callum’s work.

But they’d have plenty of time to talk during the meal. She could learn all about them both on Sunday.

* * * *

Lachlan wanted to spend all his free time thinking about Phoenix and planning dungeon scenes for her. But instead, fears over the sale of the land behind their farm kept sneaking into his mind, destroying his peace and contentment. He and Callum had worked damn hard to save up for this land, and then to erect the electric fence, and build the running track as well as keeping up with their mortgage payments.

If people were going to be able to come onto their land at any time, they’d have to construct really high fences and fences like that weren’t consistent with the image of a simple farm.

“Do you think Phoenix will invite us back to her apartment?” asked Callum.

“I’d be more than happy if she did, and she certainly seemed to enjoy herself on Friday, but I really don’t know her well enough to guess yet. I’d say sex is reasonably likely, though.”

“My dick sure as hell hopes it is. That woman has gotten under my skin.”

“I told you she was a little witch.”

“She’s enchanted both of us already, that’s for sure.”

Lachlan glanced at Callum. His friend looked very nice in charcoal-gray cargo pants, a pale-blue shirt, and a dark-gray jacket.

He’d gone for Dom-black. Black jeans, black shirt, and black leather jacket.

“I hope she wears a short dress and high-heeled shoes,” he said. She walked so well in the heels last time he’d seen her. Not all women managed them as well as she did. Besides, she had nice legs. Long legs, not too slender, and with just a hint of muscle definition.

“As long as there’s skin I can touch, it’ll be all good,” said Callum.

Lachlan deliberately turned his mind away from the farm and focused completely on Phoenix. Would she be wearing a dress? With a plunging neckline to display her magnificent round breasts? Or maybe she’d be wearing jeans. Oh, yes. With a shirt and the top several buttons might be left open so he and Callum would get a glimpse of her cleavage.