by Cara Adams
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Excitement burned through Galen. He was almost positive the pictures he’d taken of the building were exactly what he’d been commissioned to provide, but he wasn’t going to celebrate until he’d seen them on his computer screen and saved them in at least two separate places. Long ago he’d set up an e-mail address which was secret and which he only ever used as a place to send his work photos to. He never e-mailed from that address, which was his way to try to ensure it never caught a virus. It was his version of a bank vault.
Over the years he’d heard too many horror stories of computer hard drives being wiped by Trojans and flash drives getting lost to risk his livelihood by using only one method of storage. Consequently he didn’t wipe his camera card until after he’d downloaded all the pictures to his laptop, e-mailed the zipped files to his “bank vault” e-mail address, and then saved them all onto a flash drive as well. Only then did he open and sort the photographs until he ended up with a series of six showing the building transitioning from being almost hidden in the darkness to its spectacular revelation of former glory and sliding back to its decayed everyday self.
These pictures he then saved everywhere again before saving them into a folder and then opening each one in Photoshop to just tweak it a fraction here and there. He was careful not to change it too much. People had to be able to see the building as he’d seen it. This was not a Photoshop story but a true one.
Finally he saved the changed pictures everywhere and closed down his laptop. He thought he’d completed his task but needed to sleep and look at it with fresh eyes before he submitted it.
He’d been asked to “take some pictures of something and make us see it in a new way. Challenge people to open the eyes of their soul with your photographs.”
Galen thought he’d done it. The test would be to see if he felt the same way tomorrow.
It was past midday and he’d had neither breakfast nor lunch, unless he called an apple and an energy bar before five o’clock in the morning breakfast. Too bad. He fell into his bed and slept. His last thought was, “Poor David and Diane. I hope they’re not totally exhausted.”
* * * *
When Galen woke up he had to force himself not to rush to look at his work. “To see it with fresh eyes there must be a delay of at least twenty-four hours,” he reminded himself. So he planned a dungeon scene for David and Diane instead.
He’d been touched by the way they wanted to accompany him to town. And once there neither of them had complained at all the walking and standing around, which had to have been deathly boring for them. He’d also been surprised at how much he’d enjoyed having their company.
He needed to plan a scene which would truly reward them for their generosity as well as arouse them to new heights of carnality. He was getting to know them and had learned they were tougher than he thought, especially Diane. She may be only a human female, but she was no delicate princess hidden away in Bubble Wrap. She was a strong and healthy woman who enjoyed a bite of pain and was easily able to deal with it. All of this knowledge he’d use in this next scene.
* * * *
A few days later, Diane was thrilled to get a text message from Galen saying they’d be meeting in one of the small private dungeons that night. Being in the big main dungeon hadn’t worried her, and they’d been alone each time anyway, but somehow moving into one of the private dungeons felt like their relationship was becoming closer, more personal.
Walking around the town at night had brought them together, too, she thought. They hadn’t done a lot of talking, and at times being in the dark had seemed somewhat scary, but overall it’d been a good time of getting to know Galen and David better. Not just through words and talking but through attitudes and actions, which made them so much more real to her.
Now they would share a special scene in a private dungeon. This time there was no likelihood that someone might interrupt them. It would be just the three of them. Diane tried to remember what equipment was in Dungeon Two but couldn’t. She supposed she might sneak down there and have a peek, but what if someone was using the dungeon at the time? She’d die of embarrassment. No, much better to wait until tonight and find out then.
When Diane arrived, five minutes early, the door was locked. She was puzzled for a moment then knocked.
“Password?”
That was Galen’s voice, but what the fuck did he mean, password? She wasn’t logging on to a computer.
“Parsnip,” she answered. Her safe word was the only thing she could think of that might fit the category of “password.”
The door opened a sliver, and a gray eye peered at her. Then it opened farther and she entered.
Automatically she slid her robe off and kneeled in the center of the room.
The door handle rattled loudly then a heavy hand knocked.
“Password?”
“Huh?” There was a moment’s silence then, “Password 123? Abracadabra? Open sesame? Please? How the fuck should I know? Oh, wait a minute. Brussels sprouts.”
Diane wiped the silly smile off her face at David’s response to the little challenge Galen had set them and bowed her head, gazing at the stone blocks of the floor. She hadn’t expected to have to win her entry to the room, and neither had David apparently, but they’d both worked it out pretty quickly. Thus Galen had set them the perfect hurdle to jump. Something that threw them out of their set ways of thinking yet was readily achievable. This was just another example of what a clever Dom he was, and it enhanced her anticipation of what he’d planned for their evening together.
Already her honey was dampening her cunt. What would Galen have them doing tonight?
David kneeled beside her, and she took a deep breath to center herself, ready to give her Dom her complete attention.
“David. Stand up then bend over and hold your ankles with your hands. Diane, you may watch.”
She looked up and watched as David bent right over, his cock and balls clearly visible from her position kneeling on the floor behind him.
Galen stepped up between her and David, a long whip in his hands. “Five strokes for the five wrong attempts you made to gain entry to the dungeon tonight. A sub should always know his safe word.”
That wasn’t exactly fair, since he’d asked for a password not a safe word, but David appeared to be enjoying the lick of the whip on his ass anyway. Diane wouldn’t have minded a stroke or two herself. She quite liked the way Galen punished her ass.
As if he’d read her mind, Galen stood before her. “Your cunt is all wet, isn’t it? You want to feel my whip, too, don’t you, sub?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Bend over.”
Diane scrambled to her feet, wishing she moved as gracefully as all the panthers seemed to be able to, and copied the way David was standing, hands gripping her ankles. The whip would bite, she knew that, the five thin red lines on David’s ass proved it, but that’s what she wanted. She wanted to feel the sting and the rush of adrenaline through her body that would follow the sting. Then later there’d be the heat that would fill her with excitement.
As she’d anticipated, the whip sparked a line of fire over her ass, but her cunt flooded with her honey. Oh yeah. Hurts so good. A second stroke followed it and a third, then Galen whipped David twice more.
“Go and lie on the bench, Diane. Make sure your tits hang through the holes.”
Bench? Holes? Diane stood upright and glanced quickly around the dungeon. Oh, yes, over there. She crossed the room and climbed on the bench, sliding her body into the correct position, her breasts falling naturally into the spaces designed for them. I wouldn’t want to have surgically enhanced breasts. Even a DD might be a tight fit. She hid a naughty snigger.
“Crawl under the bench and tease her breasts, David, while I prepare her ass,” ordered Galen.
At last. Someone is going to fuck my ass. Oh, I’ve been waiting so long for this.
It must have been difficult for David under the bench. Th
e height wasn’t right for him. If he lay down he was too low, and if he sat up he was too tall. Finally he got himself into a position partially resting on one elbow and began sucking her breasts and playing with them. It felt so good to have his warm mouth on her flesh like that, but she felt sorry it was hard for him to get comfortable. Then she realized that was likely part of Galen’s plan all along. Nothing worthwhile was ever easy. By having to work for their pleasure they both appreciated it much more. A good lesson to learn. She’d remember it in the future.
Galen had begun by sliding one thick finger into her and was massaging it all around the entry. Desperately she pushed back on the finger, trying to show him she wanted so much more than that. He swatted her ass with the palm of his hand, and the sharp crack made her cunt pour honey again. Keeping her smile inside her instead of letting it show on her face where David might see it, she intentionally pushed back on him again.
“Naughty,” said Galen, this time spanking her much harder and across the line of where the whip had landed on her ass. Okay, that felt good, but too many more slaps like that might not. Now she tried to wiggle her shoulders so her breasts pressed more firmly into David’s hands, and he encouraged her by stroking across the globes then tweaking the nipples before sucking the entire areola into his mouth.
Soon Diane had to push her lips together tightly to prevent herself moaning in pleasure. David was working her breasts so delightfully the nipples were hard little points and her shoulders ached from trying to force the globes deeper into his talented mouth.
Meanwhile Galen had so many fingers in her ass she couldn’t count them, but he was massaging her channel with great skill and her honey poured from her cunt.
“Has anyone ever fisted your ass before?” Galen’s voice was a soft puff of air just above her right ear.
“No, Sir.”
“I’m delighted to be the first.”
Now she understood what he’d been doing as she focused on his fingers in her ass instead of splitting her attention between Galen and David’s wicked teasing of her breasts.
She understood now the fingers of one hand were inside her, stretching her, stroking her tissues, then the other hand, alternating his strokes, quickly bringing her closer and closer to an orgasm.
When she concentrated on what Galen was doing she felt his knuckles teasing the rim of her anus, and the myriad nerve endings there were all begging for more attention.
The two men must have exchanged some kind of signal, because the fingers stroking her ass burned deeper and the opening stretched wider than before, then she was full of fingers and David was pinching one nipple while sucking the other breast.
“How many fingers are inside me?” was her last coherent thought before the climax crashed through her and she felt Galen’s cum splashing onto her back. For a moment she almost wept that he was no longer fisting her ass, but then David was crawling out from under the bench, rolling a condom on his cock, and plunging deep into that needy channel.
The orgasm still roaring through her sparked higher as David lifted her hips up then rested one hand on her cunt, a finger deep inside it, his thumb pressing on her swollen, sensitive clitoris. Full once again, she thrust her ass back onto his every stroke, reveling in the fullness, the power, and the speed of his fucking.
Instead of dying down, her climax was building, growing again. It wouldn’t be long before the second orgasm was on her.
Galen was in front of her now, his hands on her shoulders sticky, massaging her skin, rubbing his cum into her. Damn that was possessive. He was branding her, claiming her as his woman. She wondered if it was a panther trait but didn’t care. She was his. He was her Dom, and she was contented indeed to be his sub. But she belonged to David as well, the man who was fucking her ass with deep, penetrating strokes that had every inch of her channel screaming for a second release.
Finally her body shook, her arms and legs flopping off the edges of the bench, totally limp with satiation. Heat burst in her rear channel and she recognized that David had been holding off, waiting for her to come first. They were both so good to her, so giving. A woman couldn’t have two nicer men to share a dungeon with.
Damn, I hope they don’t get tired of me too soon. I want this to last for a long time.
* * * *
“Officers Nguyen and Diaz are here to see you, David. Can you come to my office now please?”
“Huh? Oh, okay, sure. I’ll be there in five.”
David clicked off his cell phone and stared at it. The two police officers from the graffiti incident at the movie studio? What the fuck? He was with Diane and Galen when it happened. He couldn’t help them at all. Unless they wanted him to advise them on scrubbing the graffiti off the wall. But even then JB would be more knowledgeable than him. David shook his head and shrugged his shoulders before turning and walking toward the main building. He was halfway down the road before he realized he was still holding a long measuring tape in his hands. Quickly he turned and hurried back to the maintenance barn, replaced the tape on the wall, where a peg had a painted outline of it illustrating that was where it belonged, and then he jogged up the road back to the house.
David rubbed his hands on the seat of his jeans before walking into Lucy’s office. Before he could speak to her she just nodded and waved him through to Larry’s office then continued typing on her computer. “Thanks,” he muttered and walked to Larry’s doorway.
Omar, his Alpha, was in the office, as was Oliver, Omar’s second-in-command and one of his sister Leticia’s mates. The two police officers were leaning against the side wall, and Larry was sitting at his desk. The room was crowded. David had a terrible feeling he’d done something wrong but didn’t know what it was. Fuck, his wretched upbringing. It was times like this he really wished he’d come from a regular pack and knew what he should do and say.
“Come in, David. Officer Nguyen and Officer Diaz have been asking some questions about the graffiti incident, and Omar wanted you here because your knowledge is more immediate than his,” said Larry.
“Sure,” said David, not that he had a fucking clue what Larry was talking about.
Officer Diaz shook his hand. “You’re David Rees?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Leticia Brooks’s brother?”
“Yes, Sir. Well, half brother. Same father, different mothers.”
“We’ve met your father. After he shot your sister, and again after he tried to kill you,” said Officer Nguyen in a perfectly even voice.
And what am I supposed to say to that? David figured being silent was the safest reply.
Diaz began speaking quickly. “The graffiti does not match any samples of the local gangs—er—artists. In fact, the expert who looked at photos of it said he thought it was the work of an adult trying to copy a graffiti style.”
“The graffiti is fake? How can graffiti be fake? Why would anyone want to pretend to do graffiti? Why not, like, just grab a can of paint and have some fun?”
“Yes, Sir. They’re the exact sort of questions we’ve been asking ourselves, too. When was the last time you saw any of your gang?”
“We weren’t a gang. We weren’t even a real…group.” Omar frowned at David and he got a better grip on himself. “As you know, Sir, quite a few of them are in jail. I have never visited them in jail, so the day of the ram raid would be the last time I saw them. Drew and Charlie disappeared a little after that. A couple weeks maybe. No more than a month. As for Jonno and Tom, they disappeared between when the ram raid happened and when Drew and Charlie left. I always figured they’d left the area to avoid being caught.”
“Did you have addresses for them?” asked Officer Diaz.
“No, we were camping out in the national park. Tom and Jonno removed their possessions when they left. Charlie left a few things behind. I expect they’re still out in the storage bins here. Omar would know better than me about that. I do know that Jonno and Tom were from Indiana, just over the border. Not even a d
ay’s drive. But I don’t know which town.”
“Stokes looked for them already with the Brooks’ case,” said Officer Nguyen.
The men asked more questions and the conversation seemed to go around in circles for a while, but basically no one knew anything, least of all him. David was glad when they shook hands and left. Larry walked them out to the parking lot.
“Surely they don’t think I did it? I was with Diane and Galen at the time,” he said to Omar, wondering if Omar was about to lock him in the dungeon again. He’d had to stay in the dungeon when he’d first arrived at Carnal Connections, until they began to trust him. Surely that trust hadn’t been lost. He’d done nothing wrong.
Oliver ran his fingers through his hair, ruffling it, then rubbed them through again. “Yeah, that was their big mistake. If it was Drew and Charlie, and if they were planning to frame you for it, they sure picked the wrong night.”
“It might be a good idea if you were never alone at night for a while, though. Make sure you stay with the other unmated panthers when you’re off duty,” advised Omar.
Well, fuck. Just when I find some people who accept me I get framed as a graffiti artist. A graffiti artist, for fuck’s sake! Now what the hell am I supposed to do? Could Drew and Charlie be trying to get me put in jail?
* * * *
Diane’s ass was still a bit sore and she loved the feeling. Surreptitiously she wiggled on her chair, pressing down on the sore spots, reveling in the discomfort. By tomorrow the residual ache would have left, though, and she’d be wondering when they could meet again and what Galen would have planned for them. She wanted more. She wanted to be paddled until she had some bruises. She wanted to be fucked deep and hard by both the men at once. She wouldn’t even object to the three of them participating together in one of the public events. But it was all too soon. They were still getting to know each other, and there was no guarantee the relationship would last more than a few weeks anyway. Dammit.