Use Me [Dungeon Masters 5] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting) (7 page)

Raff was pretty sure “have coffee together” would translate into the CEO trying to get him back into the company. But to reclaim his possessions, maybe he could do that.

“It’ll be a couple of weeks yet. I’ll email you the actual date when it’s sorted out. Thank you very much for looking after everything.”

“Get your head on straight, boy. You belong here with us. Not in Ohio. Construction? Huh?”

But did he really need to go back to New York? He had money in his account. He could hire a company to clean out his apartment and send him anything he really wanted. Personal documents maybe. Why go back and risk getting drawn back into the web of high pressured city life? All he wanted was here. His work with Darcy. His beautiful woman, Violet. If he went back to New York, he was stepping into the lion’s den and risked losing everything he’d gained. Wasn’t Violet far more important than a passport, birth certificate, and a few old photographs?

The next morning Darcy arrived at the farm the same time as usual, even though it was Saturday. This morning he and Raff would move the old bathtubs out into the fields while Violet was there to show them where she wanted them placed. He wasn’t too sure the tubs would be all that useful. He rather thought Raff was going to be spending a heap of time scrubbing them out and refilling them, but that wasn’t his problem. He just had to figure out how to transport them to the relevant field. He had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to drive his truck there. He and Raff would have to carry the damn things. But if it ended up with Violet agreeing to come to The Dom’s Dungeon with them both again sometime this weekend it’d all be worthwhile.

He’d remembered her talking about a lot of weekend parties and also about Sunday brunches with her family. But hopefully during the weekend somewhere she’d find a couple of hours for him and Raff. Or even better, an entire night.

When he did get there it was to find Raff harnessing the bigger horse up to an old toboggan.

“Damn that’s a clever idea. Why didn’t I think of it?” he said, leaning on the gate to the field.

“I was actually thinking of a sled to get the tubs down the stairs. Remember Violet almost sledding down them the day the hot water unit exploded?”

“I certainly do. The thought that she might have been killed still gives me the heebie-jeebies. And then I picture her face. Laughing. She was laughing!”

He still couldn’t get over her attitude to the disaster. Any other woman would have been screaming her head off. Instead Violet was sailing down the stairs laughing and calling it her personal water slide.

He shook his head. “A sled to slide the tubs down the stairs. A board with rollers under it maybe?”

“And then Pedro will drag it for us the rest of the way.”

“Good thinking. That sounds like a plan.”

It took them a while to negotiate the doorways in the house. Even though the renovation was by no means complete, Darcy didn’t want chunks bashed out of the drywall if they could help it. Violet stayed with the two horses in the field, and when they had the first tub out of the house, she brought Pedro over to them and held his reigns while they tied the tub into the toboggan. It didn’t quite fit, but it was going to make the transfer a hell of a lot easier than him and Raff carrying the damn things.

Violet had saddled up Princess and she rode while Raff led Pedro and Darcy walked beside the toboggan, making sure the load didn’t shift. Violet opened the gate into the field for them and took them to the other side of the property where there was a pasture that had evidently not been used in a while. The grass was quite long. They left the tub where she wanted it and made their slow way back to the house and did it all again with the second tub. By the time it, too, was in place in a different pasture, Darcy was covered with sweat even though the day wasn’t all that warm.

“Thank you. Now I can let the horses experience those fields as well. I’m sure they’ll like exploring a new pasture and eating fresh grass,” said Violet.

“Have you thought of an easy way to fill the bathtubs with water?” Darcy asked Raff. He sure as hell hadn’t gotten any new ideas.

“Wait until it rains?” suggested Raff. But he had a grin on his face so Darcy thought likely he had a few other ideas as well.

“Oh, that’s all under control. One of my cousins, Lorenzo, has got some of those giant barrels to hold cold drinks for summer barbecues. They come with trolleys on wheels. I’ll just borrow them and someone’s truck to bring them here. I can ask tomorrow at brunch. It’s at one of his sisters’ houses.”

That gave Darcy the opportunity to ask the question he’d been holding inside himself all morning. “What are you doing this evening, Violet? Would you like to come to a dungeon with Raff and me?”

“If I do, will you both come to brunch with me tomorrow?”

Pushy. The woman was damn pushy. “Yes.”

“I’d be honored to,” added Raff.

* * * *

Violet and Raff unhitched the horses and rubbed them down while Darcy put everything away and locked the barn and the house. Violet couldn’t help the smile that kept sneaking across her face. Everything was coming together brilliantly. The horses could soon move into a couple of other fields. It’d be good for them to explore somewhere new. They’d been so good and helpful today they deserved a nice treat.

Add to that a visit to the dungeon, something she’d been hoping to experience for a while now, and then she’d take both men to brunch tomorrow. Maybe they’d even spend tonight together, although she wasn’t so sure about that. They definitely couldn’t come back here with only a semi-functional bathroom and no real bed. And no way in hell would she take them to Grandpop’s. But maybe a room at The Dom’s Dungeon would work. Likely they could be booked for an entire night and not just a few hours.

Brunch was different. People tended to invite casual visitors all the time. Everyone liked talking to new people and the event was always very casual. Whoever was hosting it supplied a mountain of food and everyone else supplied the entertainment. Usually just by mingling and talking to each other, although sometimes the children would perform something they’d learned for school like a song or dance. Or something their parents didn’t expect like the time one of them walked up to his mom holding a vibrator and asking what it was. People still talked about that day—well away from the children.

She hurried back to Grandpop’s and took a long hot shower. Then she spent a lot of time looking at her clothing again, deciding what to wear. But this time she also packed a small bag so she could change for the brunch tomorrow if she did manage to spend the night with the men. The entire time she was bubbling inside with happiness. It wasn’t just that Darcy and Raphael were so very handsome. Well, they were both amazingly good looking. But it was so much more than that. Darcy might be big and bossy but he always listened to her politely, and the work at the farm had been done exactly as she wanted. Everything looked so much better than she’d ever imagined it would. And as for Raff, he was so gentle with the animals. He was really gifted that way. They seemed to understand him and to want to obey him. She loved the horses and was so happy to have them to talk to and to see every day. But with Raff, it was as if they understood each other on an ever deeper level.

The good news was that he and Darcy seemed to get along really well together, too. She’d thought she was taking a huge risk asking them to share her, to let her experience a ménage with them. But it’d turned out to the best idea she’d ever had. And now, it was really looking as if there was the potential for a relationship with them. Brunch would be the test of that. If they could cope with the noisy chaos of brunch with some of her family, they could cope with anything. And if they found it all too much for them, that didn’t really matter anyway. If she wanted them and they wanted her, she’d make sure it happened.

She walked into the foyer of The Dom’s Dungeon with a huge smile and waved to the redhead on reception. “Hi, Juliana. Should I meet Raff and Darcy here, or in the Stage Lounge?”

“Go on through to the Stage Lounge, Violet. I’ll let them know where you are.”

Violet’s smile got bigger.
Hot damn!
That sounded as if they were already in the building. Maybe in a dungeon getting it ready for her, or perhaps in one of the bedrooms. She couldn’t wait. She wanted to experience everything. Absolutely everything.

* * * *

Rafael really needed this dungeon session with Violet and Darcy. His mind was in turmoil over whether or not to return to New York and reclaim his money and some possessions. He was almost sorry he’d learned he had money. Although it was amazing to learn the little game he’d designed had done so well. He hadn’t thought about it in the almost two years since he’d left New York. Actually, he’d scarcely thought about it in the months before he left either. He’d designed it, tested it, and sold it, then had promptly been immersed in something else.

But after his shower this evening, he’d stared at his clean jeans and freshly polished boots and wished again that he had some nicer clothing to wear. That was twice in a week he’d had such ideas. Ideas that hadn’t crossed his mind since he’d left the high-pressure life. If he’d been able to, he’d have raced straight out to withdraw just enough money for new jeans, a new shirt, and new boots.

But of course it wouldn’t happen like that. He’d have to visit the bank in opening hours with a passel of documents to prove his identity. No, it was clear. If he wanted the money he had to go back to his old apartment and fetch proper ID. And if he did that he ought to collect his things from his former workplace, and empty out his apartment, and terminate the lease, and stop all the automatic deductions from his account as well.

So, how important was the money to him? Was it going to be worth all that trouble?

I’m not going to think about it anymore tonight. I’m only going to think about Violet.

Darcy had suggested he arrive a little early tonight, and as soon as he gave his name to the redheaded woman on the reception desk at the club, she told him to go to Dungeon Three. Darcy was already there and had explained what he planned to do and what Raff’s role would be in each step of the scenario they’d enact. Raff’s dick was harder than a spike. Everything sounded very good to him and he’d finally get to play properly with the flogger. He tucked it in the back pocket of his jeans, ready to use.

Darcy locked the dungeon door and they both walked up the stairs to the main level. Violet was sitting at a small table in the Stage Lounge, facing them, wearing what appeared to be a trench coat, belted tightly, and red stiletto heels. Raff stopped moving, staring at her. Could she be naked under that coat? It was almost like something out of a movie, but she had an aura of excitement about her and he thought maybe…

“Damn. I always said she was a pushy woman.” To Raff, Darcy sounded breathy, almost hoarse. That was pretty much how he felt, too.

“Do you think she’s…I mean really?”

“Yes. Yes, I do. She’s just the kind of woman who would push that hard.”

Raff followed Darcy over to Violet’s table and slid into a chair, grabbing the jug of ice water and pouring himself a large glass. Just looking at her, thinking about her, was making him very hot and thirsty.

“Are you ready to come into the dungeon with us now?” Darcy asked Violet.

“Hell, yes.”

“Well, let’s go.” Darcy, who hadn’t sat down, turned on his heel and marched back out the door.
Damn.
Raff gulped his water, only just stifling the urge to cough, and followed Violet, who’d leaped to her feet after Darcy.

Raff’s throat was itching, but he refused to cough. He needed that cold water to penetrate his body so he didn’t combust before it was the correct time. As he followed Violet down the stairs, he couldn’t help but watch the subtle swaying of her ass against the tight coat. He knew she was likely doing it on purpose, but his gaze was glued to her ass and no amount of determination could make him lift his eyes any higher. He’d touched that ass and knew it was perfection. Tonight he would be fucking her cunt. Twice. Once with the dildo and then with his cock. Unless he exploded with lust first, of course.

Darcy stopped at the door to Dungeon Three and turned to face Violet. She’d been right behind him and had to stop fast. Raff thought he looked quite fierce all in black with his arms crossed over his chest and a stern look on his face.

“What is your safe word?” Darcy asked Violet.

“Um. Er. Um…
Cavallo
.”

“What does that mean?” Darcy sounded a little suspicious, but Raff could guess the meaning because of its similarity to some other words and because he knew enough about Violet to make it a logical word for her to pick off the top of her head.

“It’s Italian for horse.”

“Oh, I get it. Like cavalry.”

“Yes.”

Raff was still behind her and could only see her back view, but he could hear the smile in her voice.

“Stand in the middle of the dungeon, hands by your sides, feet shoulder-width apart, eyes looking at the floor.”

“What is this, elementary school?”

Raff shook his head. That was totally the wrong answer. Maybe she wasn’t ready for a dungeon scene at all yet.

“Do you want to play in the dungeon or not? You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. We can go upstairs, have a meal, or just go home if you’d prefer,” said Darcy.

Raff’s mind was screaming, “No, no, no.” He wanted, needed, to hold her in his arms and fuck her.

“I do want to play in the dungeon, but I want to experience the toys. I don’t need the standing around and the mind games. I’m happy for you to be the dungeon boss and I’m glad you both know what to do so it can be done properly. But can’t we skip all the waiting parts?”

Darcy unlocked the door and said, “Let’s talk in private.”

Once they’d entered the room, Darcy locked the door and leaned against it. Raff took a couple of paces forward into the room and then turned so he could look at both Darcy and Violet simultaneously as she formed the third point of their rather unequal triangle.