Fill Me [Dungeon Masters 3] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting) (14 page)

Elijah stood level with her left hip and swung his whip, hitting her ass exactly where he meant to and laying three perfectly parallel lines across the delightful round globes of her ass cheeks. He stepped back and moved to her right hip as Asher stepped up very close behind her and trailed the strands of the flogger up and over her shoulders, across her breasts and down her side. Asher followed that by flicking the flogger lightly between her legs, hitting her inner thighs and her cunt. The skin there was ultrasensitive, so even such a light touch would be extremely arousing.

Elijah drew in a deep breath. Yes. He could smell her feminine musk already. She’d enjoyed that. She was wet. Now it was his turn again. He lined his whip up with her hip and added four more strokes to the already almost faded ones on her ass and then snapped another stroke over both her thighs. Once again he stepped back and left Asher in control.

This time Asher punished Ryia with the flogger, before teasing her with its trailing strands.

Elijah wanted her aroused and aware of the potential of punishment for pleasure, but he didn’t want anything too extreme in the dungeon this first time. He planned to spend most of their time playing in the swing. And fucking of course. But he thought they could do one more round safely. He snapped out a fast stroke on the center of her ass, then stepped to her left and then to her right, knowing she’d be following his movements with her ears and by the brush of air over her skin. This time he whipped her as he moved both right and left and then he stood still and waited ten seconds, knowing she’d be watching and waiting for what happened next. Then he stood beside her and whipped her three more times before stepping back and hanging the whip up on the wall.

Asher teased Ryia with the flogger again and again before finally punishing her across her breasts just once. Elijah knew her nipples would be as hard as his dick and that she’d be fully aroused now. He signaled to Asher and they released her from the chains and lifted the blindfold from her eyes. Oh yes. Her face was flushed with lust, her eyes heavy lidded. He pointed to the swing.

“Climb into the love swing. Hold the ropes and put your feet in the stirrups. Asher is about to fuck you. You want to be fucked now, don’t you?”

“Yes, please, Sir.”

It was harder to climb into a sex swing than it looked. For her to get her legs in the stirrups it’d be much easier if he or Asher helped her. Just as if they held it still, it’d be much easier for her to climb into it. But he wanted to watch her puzzle it out herself and achieve it unaided. Only if she was really struggling would he get Asher to help her.

But Elijah was surprised. Her idiot of an ex had evidently focused on her comfortable curves, not on her level of physical fitness and the fact she had plenty of smart ideas. She held the swing still with one hand as she figured out how to climb into it, and she tipped herself upside down so she could slide her legs into the supports. In far less time than he’d expected, and with only one false start, she was in the swing and ready for them.

Asher was to be first. Asher approached the swing from behind, hauled himself up onto it over her body, and began sucking her cunt. Elijah noticed she didn’t let go of the swing with her hands. Instead she nudged his cock with her nose to place it where she wanted it to suck him. However, he had to give her ten out of ten because soon they were both climaxing as the swing gently moved back and forth in time with their body movements.

He sheathed his hungry, aching dick with a condom, and when Asher climbed down, he walked across to the swing and adjusted it so his cock fit comfortably in her cunt as he stood on the floor.

By the time he finally thrust deep into her hot, wet cunt, he knew he could have exploded instantly, but that wasn’t what this was all about. He needed to make this good for her. Elijah held her hips tightly with one hand as he thrust into her with long, slow strokes. Meanwhile he used his other hand to tease and stroke her skin. He needed to watch what he was doing, but he managed to use his peripheral vision somewhat so he could play with her breasts and tease the toes level with his shoulders. Toes with their nails painted with scented Orgasmic Orange nail polish. He gave each toe a special kiss for that.

Her skin was so soft and sweet. He liked that she was curved and her skin silky soft. Her body screamed feminine to him, and that was extra special to him. She was their woman, his woman, and he loved her. Love. He hadn’t said the
L
word before, but it was true now. Wanting Ryia had been an intense part of him almost since the moment he saw her. Now, with his dick buried balls-deep in her amazingly tight cunt, he could admit that the more he’d learned about her the more he knew he didn’t just want her, he loved her as well. She was special to him. She was his mate. And he loved her.

Almost as if she’d read his mind, when he’d thought the word “love,” Ryia’s pussy rippled all around him and she came, bathing his dick in even more of her cream. He thrust deep and high into her, driving in with everything he had, and exploded into the condom, jetting spurt after spurt of seed into it claiming her in the only way he could at the moment.

Soon. Soon, she’d be his in truth.

* * * *

Ryia hadn’t even noticed the door, painted to match the walls, that led into a private en suite bathroom. The men hustled her into the shower, washing her gently, and for a moment she wished they were back at the hotel and she could sink into the Jacuzzi again. It’d been her first experience of one and she’d enjoyed the way her body had been pummeled with bubbles and heat.

There’s been a lot of firsts this weekend. My first convention. My first ménage. My first BDSM scene in a dungeon. My first sex since my divorce—my non-divorce.

She got dressed quickly and then had to wait as Elijah and Asher tidied the dungeon and showered and dressed themselves. She walked across to the rack of whips and canes, looking at each one and learning all the differences, wondering how they’d feel on her ass. One day maybe she’d come back and find out. They said they worked occasionally in the dungeons as Doms. She’d ask for them if she did come back. No, make that she would come back and she would ask for them, insist that only they be her Doms.

But not next week or even next month. She had so much work to do, so many ideas about how to make her store better, more attractive, more profitable, and more interesting to potential customers.

The men walked her upstairs into the main part of the club.

“Would you like to see the Stage Lounge? It’s the main entertainment room where the stage shows are each evening.” asked Asher.

“Thank you, I would like to see that.”

“We could have something to eat as well. Maybe a burger some fries, or a salad if you insist,” said Elijah.

“I’ve had plenty to eat today, thank you, and I really need to get back to my store.”

“And we promised to help, remember?” teased Asher.

Elijah groaned.

“Ryia? Ryia, we visited your store. Do you remember? I’m Trinidad.”

Ryia turned around to see a woman with shoulder-length black hair, followed closely by two men.

“Yes, I do remember you. Y’all came to my store.”

“And we’ve since ordered several items from you,” said one of the men.

“That’s right. You’re Niel, aren’t you?”

“Ryia’s the one who told me you’re a you-know-what,” said Trinidad to Niel.

“What?” asked Elijah.

“Did your instinct work with them, too?” Trinidad asked Ryia.

“With Elijah. Oh yes, I know.”

“What?” asked Elijah again, louder this time.

Suddenly the group was being hustled through a door, upstairs, and into a small public room.

The other man with Trinidad, Ryia remembered his name as Kon, leaned against the closed door and said, “Okay, folks, now you can talk in private.”

Ryia simply stood still. It wasn’t her place to say anything to anyone, but she saw no reason to lie to Trinidad, who seemed to be a nice, friendly person.

Asher punched Elijah on the arm. “Your move, bro.”

“Oh. Um. Yes.”

Ryia stared at Elijah. He’d always seemed so strong, so powerful, so in control of himself and his environment. Now she realized that he was unsure and worried about speaking to her. She wondered if she should broach the subject herself, but decided Asher would have helped him if he’d thought Elijah couldn’t do it alone. Instead, Asher had simply encouraged Elijah to speak.

The room was dead silent as everyone waited for Elijah. Finally, Elijah stepped right in front of her and took her hands.

“Ryia, I love you. I love you so much. I know it’s all happened really fast, and I know you haven’t had time to get to know us very well. I was going to tell you I’m a—well, I wanted to find the right time and place. Not to frighten you. There’s nothing to fear about me, Ryia. I love and adore you and I’d never ever hurt you. Wolves don’t hurt people, you know. That’s just in movies. Real werewolf shape-shifters are just people like anyone else. And dammit, I love you so much, please say you don’t mind that I’m not from your species. Please say you’ll still love me and Asher anyway.”

Ryia just stared at him. That wasn’t what she’d expected him to say. Well, she’d guessed he’d tell her he was a wolf. And from there it was logical for him to reassure her that he wasn’t wild and evil but…

“You love me? How can that be? We only met on Friday and, seriously, I’m overweight, and not very smart, and—”

“Your weight is absolutely perfect for us, and you’re one of the smartest people I know. You’ve remade your life, yourself, after karma gave you a shitty deal, and you’ve done brilliantly. It’d be an honor to be associated with you.”

Asher pulled her into his arms and said, “I love you, too, Ryia. It did happen fast but it’s a deep, strong feeling. I’ve never felt about anyone the way I feel about you. I want to love and protect you forever.”

Ryia relaxed into their arms as they both kissed her, and she kissed them back, one after the other. They were long, sexy kisses with a lot of tongue from both men. Suddenly she pulled back from them embarrassed. Trinidad and those other two men would think she was an absolute nymphomaniac.

Ryia looked around the room, her face flushing red with shame, but she, Asher, and Elijah were alone.

“Where did Trinidad go?”

“They left while Elijah was talking to you,” said Asher.

“Thank goodness. That kiss was definitely not suitable for family viewing.”

“I’m pretty sure Trinidad knows all about kisses like that,” said Asher, laughter in his voice.

“Forget about Trinidad. You didn’t answer us. Do you think you could grow to love us? To be with us?” asked Elijah.

The fear and worry were back in his eyes and voice, so Ryia opened her heart to them both. “I know I could. I was already dreading never seeing either of you again, and planning to come here and ask you to be my Doms.”

“You were? That’s wonderful.” Elijah pulled her into his arms again for another kiss, closely followed by Asher.

Asher locked the door of the room again and led Ryia over to a long couch, pulling her down on it with him and Elijah.

“You’re wearing too many clothes. I don’t know why we bothered to get dressed before,” Asher complained.

“Likely so we didn’t get arrested walking through the club.” Ryia giggled as he was stripping her blouse off.

“And after that you need to tell me how you knew I was a wolf. And how you knew about Niel as well. What do you know about shape-shifters?”

“I’d love to tell you that story. It was the day my life changed for the better. I was walking along a headland at the lake…”

Asher and Elijah pulled her tightly into their arms and she snuggled between them to tell them the story of the beginning of her new life. A life they’d both just made complete.

THE END

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