by Cara Adams
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Diane had been an interested onlooker for the past six months or so as various members of the Carnal Connections community had mated into triads, especially among the shape-shifting panthers.
Diane had been at Carnal Connections since it began over five years ago, loving the BDSM lifestyle and sharing a Dom with various other unmarried men and women. More recently she was between Doms, because she wanted a man who would fulfill her not just in the dungeon but also in the bedroom. Finding such a man was extremely difficult. She’d also been considering the idea of a ménage. The idea of two men fucking her, which she’d watched with amazement at some of the more recent parties at Carnal Connections, had definite appeal. Diane liked her sex hot, but she wanted to make a connection with a man first.
“I guess now that I’m thirty it’s time to be thinking about settling down.” But Luke and Jeff, unmarried humans, didn’t appeal to her. “Perhaps an older man like Raegan, Kurt, or Frank?” But no, she’d seen the look in Jill’s eye when it rested on Raegan, and no way would she go there.
“Galen?” Now he was yummy, Tall, blond, and totally bedworthy. Except that she’d heard he’d left the panther pack when Sam Brooks had told him to get away from Leticia. If he was still in love with Leticia, even though she was mated now to Oliver and William, it would be beyond stupid of her to lose her heart to him.
There was David of course. David had been taken into the community upon Leticia’s desperate wish and under the supervision of JB, the community’s builder. At first she’d stayed away from him, not trusting him, but more recently she’d seen how hard he worked, how much care and attention to detail he gave every project no matter how minor, and what a thoroughly nice man he’d developed into. She’d be willing to get to know David better. The only problem was he wasn’t a Dom, and she needed a Dom.
Besides, they were both younger than her. Not a whole lot, but definitely younger. Galen was maybe twenty-five or twenty-six. David was likely the same or even a year younger than that. So there was no way they’d be looking at a woman who was thirty.
“Stop talking to yourself and get back to work.” Diane grinned. One of the things about working alone so much was that she did talk to herself a lot, and it was something she needed to stop doing. Sooner or later someone would overhear something she shouldn’t have said out loud.
She really needed to get a sex life, though. She’d had a very good dildo for years. More recently she’d added a butt plug to her toy box. But neither of those was as good as a Dom with a firm hand who understood her needs. And preferably one who had a firm cock as well.
Diane giggled then blushed as someone knocked at her office door.
“Come on in,” she called, hoping her cheeks weren’t too flushed.
Oh, shit. Galen and David. If they knew what she’d just been thinking about, likely they’d run away from her as fast as they could.
“Hi there. Do you have accounts you need help with?” she asked as calmly as she could, surreptitiously wiping her clammy hands on her jeans under the desk.
“No, but we do want to talk to you. Is now okay?” asked Galen.
“Sure. I’m only working tonight because I had nothing else particular to do, not because there’s a rush project I need to finish,” she replied. And how pathetic does that make me sound?
“Oh, good.”
Galen was fidgeting, so Diane hurried to say, “Why don’t you sit down then, both of you, and tell me what the problem is.” She hoped she sounded professional, not confused as to why they were here.
“Right. Before I make a total fool of myself, could you please confirm that you don’t have a Dom at the moment? And also that you don’t have a significant other?” asked Galen, perching on the edge of a chair in front of her desk.
Diane forced her mouth shut. Had these men overheard her thoughts or something? She hadn’t mentioned their names out loud, had she? She certainly hadn’t said the word “sex” out loud, she was sure about that. They were both staring at her, their eyes big and concerned. She couldn’t help noticing that they were quite similar in coloring. Galen was blond with silver eyes. David’s hair was dirty blond and longer than Galen’s. His eyes were very light blue, a color that was almost gray. He was shorter than Galen, but Galen was a big man, so David wasn’t undersized by anyone’s estimation.
She shook her head then said, “No Dom, no significant other.” For a brief moment she thought about expanding on that statement then decided, No. Leave them to ask me what they want. I don’t even know why they’re visiting me yet, so there’s no need to tell them about the sad state of my sex life. Nonsex life, that is.
Galen leaned forward, his gaze firmly fixed on her face. “I’m a Dom. David and I are not yet Dom and sub, but before we begin that relationship we wanted a woman to join us. We both want you to join us.”
Diane blinked and had to force her mouth to stay closed instead of dropping open in shock. Holy shit! Maybe they had read her mind.
“You are both aware I’m human? I know you’re both panthers.”
Galen nodded. David said hesitantly, “I’m not a full-blood, but I expect you know that.”
Diane smiled and nodded. She knew that idiot Sam Brooks had disowned his son and discarded David’s mother when he’d found out she wasn’t a full-blood panther. Pregnancy almost never happened for panthers unless the couple was committed, so the poor woman must have loved Sam desperately, yet he’d still cast her aside.
Galen asked again, “So, is that a yes? Will you join us in the dungeon and in bed?”
A flash of heat burned through Diane right to her cunt. “Yes. I’ll join you. I believe I’d like that.”
“Thank you. Are there things you won’t do, don’t like?”
Diane nodded. “No edge play or blood play, and you both wear condoms. As for ménage sex, I’ve never tried it before, but I’m ready and willing to do it with you both.”
Galen jumped to his feet. “Good. Is tomorrow night all right? I’ll have a scene planned by then.”
Diane nodded. Wow. So soon? I’ll hardly have time to think about it properly.
David stood hesitantly in front of her desk. “Can I…may I kiss you?”
Wow again! I didn’t expect that!
“I do believe I’d like that.” She walked around her desk and waited. David moved closer to her. Very gently he traced a forefinger along her jawline, then he leaned in and pressed the softest of kisses to her lips before taking a pace back again. She watched his throat move up and down before he said, “Thank you.”
Then the two men left and she leaned back against her desk. “Holy fuck! Now that wasn’t what I was expecting they’d say to me.”
Finally she walked back to her chair, sat down, and stared blankly at her computer screen. “I need to go home and wash my hair. And shave my legs. And shave—” Diane clapped a hand over her mouth, logged off her computer, grabbed her things, and closed the office door behind her, locking it then checking the door handle to ensure it was locked. In these days of computer files, there wasn’t anything much worth stealing, but old habits persisted and her office had always been locked to ensure the privacy of the community members’ financial details.
Diane walked up the stairs to her room, one of the slightly larger ones with its own en suite, as she was one of the original members of the community. For the first time in months she had things to do tonight and something to look forward to for tomorrow night.
Chapter Two
This was one time Galen really wished he didn’t share accommodation with the other unmated panther men. Usually he enjoyed sitting around their communal living room, watching a baseball game or possibly football, drinking coffee, eating pretzels, and talking to everyone.
After spending three years traveling around the US, he loved having a home and a pack again.
But tonight he needed space and peace and quiet to plan the perfect first BDSM scene for his about-to-be subs. He supposed
he could have asked them each a million questions about their likes and dislikes, but he’d much rather discover their limits himself. Maybe push them a little, take them an inch or two farther than they’d ever been before. Except he didn’t want to scare them away on their first time together as a threesome. So he needed to walk the line between arousing and fulfilling them and scaring them off.
He leaned back in his armchair, rested his sock feet on the edge of a small end table, and made himself a to-do list in his phone. At least by doing it in his cell phone, no one would ask him any questions. Everyone would assume he was playing a game. Well, he was playing a game, but it was a very different kind of game. One that was much more fulfilling for everyone involved.
The key would be managing to use what was happening to one sub to arouse both the subs. So the activities he planned had to be visual or sensual or, even better, both at once.
Hmm. He needed to go shopping tomorrow. Fortunately there was an adult store in town. Likely he’d garner some more ideas to use next time when he visited it.
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Galen found what he wanted at the adult store, and he did indeed get a few ideas for the future. But mostly he was so excited at the idea of holding a scene for David and Diane that his dick was engorged and he was walking funny. He’d even considered jumping in the shower to take the edge off it but decided that, no, it would be better for them all to come together tonight in the dungeon.
Galen didn’t have a toy box as such. His few floggers were kept in his suitcase with his spare clothing. He felt a bit like a kinky kind of Santa Claus as he dropped his new purchases and a few other things he’d already owned into a spare pillowcase to carry over to the dungeon.
Until he’d come to Carnal Connections he’d never even thought of dressing as a Dom. He’d only discovered BDSM after he’d left the pack. Actually, it’d been when he was in Texas, and cowboys were the big erotic turn-on there, so most Doms had used whips and maybe wore Stetsons and chaps. Neither the hats nor the chaps appealed to him, though the whips did. So he’d mostly just worn jeans until he’d watched some of the displays at Carnal Connections and understood the intense arousal clothing, or the lack of it, could bring.
With his first paycheck from the World Photography website he’d bought himself a pair of skintight black leather pants. Worn with his black boots and the black wifebeater top he’d just purchased, he thought he looked the part, especially since his hair was blond to provide contrast to the black clothing. He’d certainly be interested to see David’s and Diane’s reactions to his outfit. He couldn’t wait to see Diane undressed. Even covered with winter clothing she turned him on. Naked she should be a very tasty morsel indeed.
Because he didn’t have a lot of his own equipment as yet, and because he wanted tonight to be an occasion for trying out a range of things on his new subs, Galen had chosen to book them time in the big main dungeon. Most committed Doms and subs used the small private dungeons, usually choosing their favorite dungeon or the one with the equipment they wanted to use that night. In time he would do that, too. But for tonight he needed the rack of whips, canes, floggers, and paddles in the main dungeon.
Etiquette in the dungeon was that participants ignored anyone else sharing the room unless they were specifically asked to watch. His subs should have their gazes lowered to the floor at all times, and he was good with the rule, so it should all work out. It was possible they’d be alone anyway. No one else had made a booking last night when he’d checked with Lucy. He wondered if he should ask her again but didn’t want to seem overanxious. It may even suit David and Diane not to be alone this first time for all he knew. Anyway he had plans to deal with the situation if others were there, so it didn’t really matter.
Galen tried to halt his racing thoughts. He was the Dom. He had planned the scene. It was up to him to guide his subs into a night of pleasure. He could do it. He would do it.
He arrived at the dungeon early and set his pillowcase on a bench against the wall. No one else was there, so he walked along the rack of whips, canes, and floggers, choosing the ones he wanted to use. A thick, heavy-weight paddle, a light, thin whip that would sting, a seven-tail flogger, and a cane. That would give him a good range of different strokes so he could see what aroused his new subs the most.
He picked out several sets of handcuffs, including padded ones for Diane, and put them with his pillowcase of toys as well.
When the door opened he turned fast but was relieved to see it was Diane. She was wearing a thick terry-cloth robe, like someone would wear back to their room from a hotel swimming pool. That was interesting. He’d expected her to be either fully dressed or else wearing something light and sexy. Her choice of clothing told him she was more interested in functional items than in making a good first impression. A fascinating aspect of her character indeed.
She slid the robe off, dropped it in the corner of the room behind the door, then kneeled at his feet, her head bent.
Almost immediately David arrived. He was fully dressed, but it didn’t take him long to strip out of everything. It made sense that he was clothed. He’d needed to wear boots and clothing as likely he’d come from the apartment they shared with the other unmarried male panthers and he’d hardly have wanted to walk naked through the grounds. Although he possibly could have made the journey in panther form and just transformed when he got to the back door of the main building. No matter, he was here, too, now, and it was time for Galen to begin the scene.
“What is your safe word, David?”
“Brussels sprouts.”
“Huh?”
“I hate the taste of them, so the word will never casually pass my lips.”
“Right, good idea. Diane, what is your safe word?”
“Parsnip. It’s the safe word we use at Carnal Connections for all the public events, so it seemed easier to go with the flow instead of having a separate one myself.”
“Okay. It seems y’all have a vegetable theme going on here. The scene begins now.”
Galen walked into the middle of the room and drew on his inner resources. He let his face go blank and waited until his breathing was silent. Then he waited some more, letting the slightly cool temperature of the dungeon become obvious to his bare arms. It would be even more dramatic to his naked subs. The stone floor would be cold under their feet, too, but he’d soon begin heating them up again. There was no danger of them catching a chill. He would, however, wait until their nerves began itching for something to happen.
In the total silence and stillness, time stretched out, every minute seeming more like five or even ten. He waited until he was sure they were eager for something, anything, to happen, then spoke, pitching his voice as low and soft as he could manage, so they would need to strain to hear his words. “Go and bend over the spanking bench.”
They both moved quickly to do as he’d asked. Diane might be human, not shape-shifter, but there was nothing slow about her reaction time and her hearing was obviously excellent.
Galen followed them over to the bench and cuffed their hands to the metal pegs on the floor. They were both bent over the bench, their asses in the air, their feet wide apart. He didn’t need to cuff their ankles because they were both standing exactly as he wanted them to.
Now he let his boots echo in the room as he marched over and collected the whip, the cane, the flogger, and the paddle he’d chosen earlier.
He stomped backward and forward across the dungeon. This was a large room with six separate pieces of equipment that could be used simultaneously and plenty of open space in the middle where scenes could be role-played. He had more than enough time and space to march and stomp his feet, hoping to build up the tension inside his subs once again. Then he began circling them, not stomping now but not moving silently, either. From their upside-down positions it would be very difficult for them to see what he held in his hands, but he was certain they would try hard to work it out.
When he was where they couldn�
�t see him at all, he moved everything but the cane into his left hand, and as soon as he was directly behind them he stopped and laid four quick strokes over David’s ass and two on Diane’s. He swapped the flogger into his right hand and trailed the strands down over Diane’s neck until the tails teased across her breasts before stroking the tails over David’s shoulders. Then he walked away, but quietly this time.
Galen kept up his pacing, only occasionally punishing his subs with the whip, the paddle, or the cane. But each time he followed up by using the flogger very gently. Except the last time. For his finale he let all the strands spank them hard across their asses, first David, then Diane, then David again.
That was the end of that part of the program.
While he’d been walking around he’d been paying very close attention to how each of them reacted. Both of them were highly aroused. Both of them had reveled in the tension and the punishment. He was certain he hadn’t pushed either of them too far and hopeful he’d pushed them just enough to keep them highly aroused.
He unlocked their hands. “Stand up tall. Stretch your arms up high, wiggle your shoulders, and loosen your muscles.”
He watched them until they were both moving smoothly with no apparent stiffness. “David, lie on your back on the floor.”
Quickly David did as he asked. Galen set down his equipment and picked up a condom from his pillowcase, handing it to Diane. “Roll this on David.”
She did that very efficiently, so her insistence on the use of condoms must be her standard manner of behavior, he deduced.
“Sit on him, Diane. Slide his cock into your cunt, but don’t start fucking yet.”
Once again she moved easily, doing what he’d ordered her to do. Galen flicked his gaze from her to David and back again. Both of them were hiding their responses, but Galen was certain they were approving and that there was no wish by either of them to stop the scene. Good. Time to take it up to the next level then.