Mold Me [Dungeon Masters 4] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting) (9 page)

She’d been very close to orgasming a couple of times. Not that she’d had any intention of succumbing or of calling
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. She was certain she could wait until Dom Lachlan gave her permission to come. Not that he fucking had. He’d deliberately eased off on arousing her. But it was also good for her to wait and share the climax when both of them were inside her. She understood that just fine.

As soon as they began untying the scarves and cutting the zip ties off her wrists and ankles, she relaxed. At last the fucking would begin. Once again she had her mouth open to make a comment before she closed it hurriedly. Now was definitely not the time to have Dom Lachlan punish her for speaking by making her wait even longer. She’d waited a damn long time already.

Although this had been more of a fun scene than a true BDSM scene. Phoenix was looking forward to next Friday in the dungeons again. That would be a real scene. She could hardly wait to see what equipment and toys the men would use on her then. But now she desperately needed to be fucked.

Lachlan climbed onto the bed beside her and removed the Ben Wa balls from her pussy. Good. They’d been driving her crazy with lust every time she moved. He lay flat on his back, and lifted her over his body, before handing her a condom. Much too aroused to play, she rolled it down over his erection, and then sat on his cock, reveling in how he spread her pussy wide and filled her to the brim. Callum moved just as fast, rocking, pushing, and wiggling his way into her ass until she was so full she scarcely dared to breathe. But it felt so good. Oh, she still wanted to come. Maybe more than ever. But at long last her two men were right where she wanted them—inside her.

She lifted her legs up and backward to wrap her feet—or more accurately her shoes—over Callum’s legs and gripped Lachlan’s shoulders with both hands. Now she was holding them as tightly as they were holding her. And she was the one with the power in this situation. She gripped their cocks hard with her inner muscles to reassure herself they weren’t going anywhere for quite some time. Both men groaned but they still didn’t begin to fuck her.

Phoenix guessed that Lachlan was still controlling and directing everything they did. But she didn’t mind. She trusted him. He was her Dom even if she’d never actually told him so. She knew he cared for her and would ensure her release was spectacular. Even allowing for how hard she found it to be silent, there was something exceptionally freeing about giving herself completely to another person to do all the planning and arranging of their pleasure. Besides, Lachlan and Callum sure had the score on the board with the whole pleasure thing. Just being with them made her happy, but above and beyond that, they aroused her as no other person ever had done and gave her out-of-this-world orgasms. She didn’t mind waiting a little while for them to orchestrate her pleasure again. As long as it was only a short wait.

Finally Callum pulled out of her. When only the tip of his cock was still inside her, he changed direction and began to push back in, and Lachlan started to withdraw. Suddenly Phoenix understood. They were going to fuck her differently this time. It was a seesaw motion, instead of them moving together. She’d loved the sheer power of them both fucking her with the same slow mesmerizing pace and movement. But now she could understand that this new trick was just as arousing, just as compelling. She was never completely full, but she was never completely empty either. One of them was always entering her, coming back to her, even as the other one was going away.

It was nerve-wracking. She wanted to hold onto the one withdrawing and tell him not to go. But of course, unless he pulled out, he couldn’t push back in. It was crazy but it happened time and time again as the urge to make them stop and move together almost overpowered her.

Finally they began fucking her faster, harder, more dynamically. Phoenix let her body relax between them, held there by their sweat slicking her skin and theirs. Their scents were heavy in the air around her as they pumped harder and faster, constantly filling her one by one. Her cunt was full, but her ass was empty. And then it was her ass that was full, and her cunt that was empty. She was so close to coming, so close. Almost.

Her entire body convulsed in a massive orgasm, taking her from close to over the cliff in a nanosecond. She dug her fingernails into Lachlan’s shoulders as her body vibrated so hard she was surprised the bed wasn’t shaking. As she came she heard Callum sigh and her ass was filled with heat. As always they’d waited for her to come before taking their own release. She needed to remember to thank them for that. Few men would be so considerate.

Callum slid off the bed and disappeared into the hallway. Her brain was trying to tell her something but Phoenix was beyond thinking. She lay limply on Lachlan’s chest.

“Um. Phoenix, where’s the bathroom?”

Oh, yes, that’s what her brain had been trying to remind her about.

“It’s a little tricky.”

* * * *

Callum watched as Phoenix slithered off the bed, her hair a wild tangle of tresses. As she landed on her feet, she stared at them as if surprised they were still on the ends of her legs. Or maybe she’d forgotten they’d just fucked her wearing her high heels. Likely he had bruises on his legs from those shoes, but damn, it’d felt good to fuck her with them digging into him, holding him against her back.

Her apartment was small, just a living room and a bedroom. The door they’d entered by, from the fire escape, opened directly into the living room and the bedroom was joined to the living room by a hallway that was only half a dozen paces long. The hallway ended in a door which he supposed was another exit. It didn’t look like an internal, into-a-bathroom kind of door.

Yet she went straight to it. He was about to apologize for being stupid when she opened the door to reveal just a toilet, nothing else. She stepped into the miniscule room and straddled the toilet, facing him. He couldn’t imagine what the fuck she was doing until she reached up to the inside top of the door and unclipped a fiberglass sheet with a shower rose attached to it. Phoenix pulled it out a little way to demonstrate.

“When you shut the door behind you, pull here and the shower will pop out. I’ll get some towels and leave them in the hallway for you both.” She wiggled out of the tiny room and waved him in.

Callum backed into the bathroom—if that’s what it could be called—and shut the door. After dealing with the condom he pulled the tiny lever and released the shower. The shower rose extended only about three or four inches from the fiberglass backing on the door which left him almost nowhere to stand. His right elbow smacked into the wall, causing him to yelp, as he washed his hair. Then, when he turned around to wash his back, he slammed his knee into the facilities and just about fell over as he lost his balance. “Fucking hell. This is a death trap.”

It took him a couple of attempts to fold the shower back against the wall because he was all wet and slippery now, so by the time he stepped out of the tiny room it was with the mental promise to himself never to use it again.

He wrapped a huge fluffy pink towel around himself and walked back to the bedroom. “The towel matches the bruises on my elbow and my knee. How do you cope with that…that…I refuse to call it a bathroom.”

“Half bath?”

“More like a quarter bath.”

“You’re such a princess,” said Lachlan, heading out the door.

“Watch your elbows,” he called after his friend.

“You’re both bigger than me, but I guess I’m just used to it. But the rent here is really cheap. It suits me.”

Callum smiled at her. She’d brushed and braided her hair and taken off the shoes. She was wearing a silky caftan and still looked like the sexiest woman he’d ever seen.

“Perhaps next time you could come to our home. It’s a bit out of town, and an old building, but it has a full-size bathroom with a tub.”

They were interrupted by a yell from Lachlan.

“I bet he bashed his elbow. I told him to watch out,” said Callum.

“Actually the hot water—”

“How much fucking water did you use, Callum? It just went cold on me and I’m only half done.” Lachlan hadn’t bothered with a towel and his hair was still a mass of soapy bubbles.

“Who’s being a princess now?”

“Sorry. I forgot to mention that. You could heat some water in the kitchen to rinse off your hair if you like. I usually just finish showering in the cold water really fast.”

Lachlan turned around and left and Callum tried not to laugh. Yes, they’d definitely be going back to their own house next time. He hadn’t had cold showers since he was a little kid at summer camp and he didn’t plan to start having them now.

Then he remembered she hadn’t had a shower yet. “What about you?”

“I’ll shower in the morning before going to work.”

Lachlan was back wrapped in a pink towel that matched the one he was wearing.

“Next time we’ll go back to the farm. We have a man-sized shower and hot water.”

Phoenix laughed. “Callum already said that.”

“Seriously, how do you cope with that tiny little shower?”

“It’s useful to be able to sit on the facilities sometimes. Or put my foot up on it to wash my toes.”

Callum just stared at her.

“Really.” She laughed.

That’s when he realized she would make it fun. That she was the kind of person who would always see the positive side in everything. Damn, he loved her so much.

The men both got dressed and then Callum pulled her warm, soft body against his to kiss her. “Thank you, Phoenix. You’re very special to me.” He wished he could say a lot more. He wanted to tell his little witch that he loved her. But he hadn’t had that conversation with Lachlan yet. They’d talk in the car on the way home, though. He wanted her so badly they really needed to explain to her that she belonged to them both now. Which meant not just showing her the farm, but also telling her about their wolf-side.

Fuck. How are we going to do that? What if she turns away from us in disgust? I can’t bear to lose her now.

Two days later, Phoenix was sitting at her desk at work looking at BDSM websites and wondering what equipment Lachlan and Callum might use on her in the dungeon on Friday.

She was distracted from the screen by her cell phone bouncing across her desk. She had it set to vibrate, and quickly snatched it up, wondering who’d sent her a message.

It was a picture saying,
Thinking of you
, and the words were inside a set of handcuffs. Immediately she started searching Google Images looking for something to send back to Callum, who’d sent it to her.

Before she’d decided on something appropriate, her cell phone vibrated again, and this time it was a message from Lachlan.
Silence is not always golden
was written in big purple letters across a red ball gag.

I need to think of something clever. A sassy comeback to them.

But none of the images she looked at were at all helpful. Finally she used the Paint program and made a big green sign that simply said,
Bring it on
.

The next day when her cell phone vibrated she clicked on the message to see a picture of a set of traffic lights with the text,
The countdown to Friday has begun
.

“Dammit I need to think up something good.”

“Why? What for?” asked Violet.

Phoenix hadn’t realized she’d spoken aloud. “Callum and Lachlan are sending me smart-ass messages and I can’t think of anything even better to send back to them.”

“You can’t? I’m shocked,” Violet teased her.

“I’m kind of shocked myself. Here, come and look at the messages and give me some ideas.”

Violet crossed the room and picked up Phoenix’s cell phone. “Are you sure this is safe? You aren’t going to destroy my innocence are you?”

Phoenix laughed. I don’t think there’s too much danger of that. Come on. Help me out here.”

Violet pulled up a second chair and they sat together scrolling through pages of images. Finally Phoenix said, “Maybe copying them isn’t smart. We need to do something different.”

“Are they used to working with words, or with numbers?” asked Violet.

“I don’t really know. Callum is the web host for a couple of blogs so probably words I guess.”

“In that case why don’t you compose a message and hide it inside a word puzzle for them to solve.”

“Oh, I like that idea.”

Phoenix thought for a long time and then grinned. She’d remembered the name of one of the animal shelters Callum worked for. She pulled up their home page and wrote him a message in code, using the words on the home page as her guide. The only clue she gave him was “line number then word number.”

Her message was, “I wonder how long it will take you to solve this?”

All day she received texts from both Callum and Lachlan begging for another clue, but finally, the next day her answer came back in code. When she deciphered it, the words were, “Got it, little witch.”

Playing the game with them had been fun, but not as much fun as the thought of being with the men again. They were so endlessly considerate. She knew they’d always put her needs before their own. Lachlan’s punishments might hurt, but damn, they always aroused her to the edges of release, yet never quite let her climax. He was fucking talented to get that correct every time.