by Cara Adams
“And you, Jubilee?”
“I was the same. Everything I did made it touch my walls and heighten my arousal. I thought of you all day long, my Master.”
“What if I told you it was to stay on until tomorrow night?”
“I would obey you as always, my Master. You know best.”
“Larry?”
Again, Larry’s mind raced through a bunch of possible answers. Slowly he said, “But you won’t say that because it’s served its purpose. Today we were intensely aware of wearing a chastity belt all day long. If it stayed on tomorrow or for longer, the effect would fade. We’d get used to it and scarcely even notice it anymore. It would become part of our everyday reality.”
“Excellent answer. It’s an example of the law of diminishing returns. After a while the wearer gets used to it and it ceases to affect their thinking and behavior. Besides, all those stories about knights heading off on the Crusades and locking their wives into chastity belts before they left are likely lies. The metal back in those days would have rubbed the woman raw, and she’d have been dead of sepsis long before her husband returned home to her,” added Carey.
Carey walked to the center of the dungeon. “Undress and prostrate yourselves spread-eagle on the ground.”
Thank God he’d said “spread-eagle.” Larry didn’t like the idea of putting his weight on the metal cock holder. Even so, he lay down rather gingerly until he’d settled himself on the cold stone floor, legs and arms wide apart. There was still some pressure on his pelvis and his cock, but it wasn’t too bad. Until Carey’s foot rested on his lower back, pressing down. Larry bit his lower lip to prevent himself gasping at the sensation.
Carey leaned more weight on Larry then shifted his foot to Larry’s ass and pressed down again. Instantly, Larry’s cock grew harder and longer inside its confining shield. The pressure was hot and heavy but enticing in its own way, and the stone under his body was gradually becoming warmer as his skin molded around the dips and hills of the uneven flooring.
Carey moved away and Larry breathed easier until a heavy weight landed on his back and stayed there. It was a rectangle, likely a box, but a box with something in it to make it that heavy.
Larry heard Carey moving around and knew he was doing similar things to Jubilee. Then there was the sound of fabric. Aha, he’s getting undressed now. Without the sound of Carey’s shoes on the floor it was hard to know exactly where he was, and Larry knew better than to lift his head up to look around. He could only see quite a small area from where his head rested turned to the right. I should have turned my head the other way and I might have been able to see Jubilee. Oh well, I’ll know for next time.
Next time? So you intend to continue to be Carey’s sub?
Hell, yes.
Soon something began tickling the soles of his feet. It was a real test of his stamina not to pull his feet away and break into giggles. He had to force his toes not to curl up and his legs to remain still. Once again Carey had surprised him. Larry had been expecting—well, he didn’t know what he’d been expecting. But not to be tickled on the soles of his feet, that was for sure.
When the flogger landed on his ass it was almost an anticlimax, although it was also encouraging in that it meant they were moving through Carey’s program and soon, hopefully, they would get to his orgasm. His damn dick was aching he was so ready to come, and his balls had been drawn up tight against his body for what felt like a lifetime already.
The flick of the flogger on the tender skin between his legs was almost his undoing. Larry had to grit his teeth and hold on tight not to completely lose his control then. That must have been the final test though, because Carey removed the box from his back and said, “Stand up.”
He scrambled to his feet, well aware he wasn’t graceful like Jubilee, who always seemed to move with composure and elegance.
“Brush your hand across Jubilee’s nipples.”
Gently Larry did as instructed, being careful he was brushing his hand, not petting or stroking. It was the first time he’d touched her there, and her breasts were wonderful. Full and round, the brown nipples pebbled and hard, showing how aroused she was.
“Now cup her breasts and play with the nipples. See if you can give her an orgasm by touching her breasts with no stimulus at all on her clit or her pussy.”
Wow, that’s a challenge. I know some women have extra-sensitive breasts, but whether Jubilee can orgasm from touch there alone I don’t know. Well, a man can only try.
Larry cupped one breast and gently stroked the underside of it with his fingers, moving them around in a smooth pattern, working his way inward to the nipple. After giving it a tweak he began stroking outward and then in again. He stared into her eyes, watching as they gradually became heavy lidded, before he moved to the other breast, working in reverse, his touch still light and soft. Finally, he used both hands simultaneously, stretching and elongating her nipples before moving back to petting her breasts.
Jubilee’s chest was rising and falling much faster now, her breathing heavy. Hoping he wasn’t misjudging her bodily cues, he pinched both nipples. With a deep sigh, she climaxed, her mouth opening and her body quivering under his hands. He continued petting her breasts very gently, easing her down from the high, only then noticing how badly his cock was aching with his own need to come.
“Good,” said Carey.
Larry almost shook his head, trying to get his brain focused on where it should be again. Carey reached for the chain around his neck, lifted it off, and took one of the keys. He kneeled before Larry and unlocked the chastity belt, carefully freeing Larry’s hugely engorged dick from the metal cover.
“Kneel and suck him, Jubilee.”
“Yes, Master.”
Larry knew this would all be over in two seconds unless he deliberately concentrated on lasting a bit longer than that. If she so much as touched his Prince Albert piercing he’d come for sure. He fixed his gaze over Jubilee’s right shoulder, looking straight at the chains hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room. There were thirty-seven links from the top to a bent link and—oh God, she was sucking him right down the back of her throat.
His hips thrust his aching dick up into her mouth and she swallowed him again. Instantly, he exploded, the semen pouring from him as if he hadn’t come in years, stream after stream jetting from him into her mouth.
When he finished she licked him clean, tickling his ridge with her tongue until he was half-hard again then thrusting her tongue in and out, all around his piercing. Damn, she had a wicked mouth.
Carey nodded, once again saying, “Good.”
This time Carey took the key to Jubilee’s chastity belt and unlocked it. When he pulled it from her Larry could see the vaginal plug was thick with her cream. He wondered if it was just because she’d come, or if she was still aroused or perhaps aroused again from sucking him.
“Rest your hands on Larry’s shoulders, Jubilee.”
As soon as she did so, Carey thrust into her from behind, slamming into her deep and hard. Carey pounded into her, shaking her body with the force of his fucking. Larry wished he could hold her hips or otherwise support her, but her hands on his shoulders seemed to be all she needed.
Larry again watched her face. Once again her cheeks flushed, sweat beaded on her forehead, and then her eyes became sleepy. Damn, she was stunning when she was about to come. Of course, she was beautiful anytime, but right now she was amazing.
Carey had a hand over her mound now. Larry wasn’t sure if he was allowed to look down, but without lowering his head he managed to see enough to guess Carey was teasing her clit.
“Pinch her nipples.”
Happily, Larry did so, and once again he watched her burst into orgasm, her entire body shaking with the release. Larry was breathing almost as heavily as Carey and Jubilee. Watching certainly was as arousing as coming himself and very nearly as fulfilling, too. He couldn’t wait to experience another scene with them both. How was he suppose
d to concentrate on his job instead of imagining what Carey would plan for him next time?
Chapter Four
David ran in panther form along the fence surrounding Carnal Connections. The damn humans had made it much higher than it used be and had topped it with outward-facing barbed wire. He was almost certain his men wouldn’t be able to jump over it. Always, always the fucking humans destroyed his plans. They were in charge, ruining everything for him.
There’ll be a way in. They’re only humans, frail and pathetic.
David ran more slowly, checking the trees. All he needed was a nice high branch he could use as a springboard over the fence. He was a cat, so he’d land safely no matter how high up he was when he jumped.
An hour later, David had run the entire length of the fence and found no easy access point. Swishing his tail in anger, he turned back and paced beside the fence, his gaze assessing every tree, bush, and shrub as to its usefulness to help him enter the property.
David forced himself to stop swishing his tail and calm down. He was the leader, and he was determined to retain control of his pack. To do that, he had to have a pure-blood, big-cat female mate. The sexy puma he’d wanted had mated the huge, bossy black panther. Well, that was no big deal. There was still a pure-blood panther and two cougars here. As a Florida panther himself, which was a type of cougar, any of those women would suit him perfectly.
David concentrated harder on finding a way in. I will do this. I will get my mate.
Finally, he decided his best option was a slight rise way over the back of the property. David paced up and down, figuring out the most appropriate way to approach the fence. Eventually, he nodded, paced back a hundred feet, then ran up the rise at top speed, launching himself at the fence from the highest possible elevation. He stretched his body, his paws reaching for the top of the fence, hoping to flip himself over it clear of the barbed wire.
At the last possible second he acknowledged that he wasn’t high enough and the wire was going to rip into his skin, so he twisted violently and fell to the ground with a howl.
Fucking hell. Well, he’d be back and do it the human way. With wire cutters.
* * * *
Larry was in his office, working, when his cell phone beeped at him.
“Larry, there’s a panther pacing up and down along the fence line. On the outside,” said Bill, one of the older human men and Lucy’s Dom.
“Just one?”
“Yup. Looks like he’s casing the joint.”
“Bill, it sounds like you’ve been watching too many bad movies. But thanks for letting me know. I’ll get a couple of our own big cats out there to watch for trouble.”
“Or you could send the wolves instead. Might scare ’em away.”
“Oh, now that’s a nasty idea. But I think I’d rather save the wolves up as a secret weapon in case we need them later.”
Larry clicked off from Bill’s call and immediately punched in Omar’s number.
“Omar, there’s a rogue panther checking out our fence line. Can you get a couple of your shape-shifters to keep watch and make sure no one infiltrates us, please?”
“I’ll take all the men in case the one you’ve seen is just the advance party. Also, I’ll get some of the women to keep watch over Leticia, Verity, Serena, and Autumn.”
“Well, for God’s sake don’t set Sam off. I don’t need him shooting anyone right now,” said Larry.
“Good point. Well, if you feel the need to lock him in one of your dungeons I won’t say a word against you.” Omar was almost growling he sounded so fierce.
Larry grinned as he hung up. At least the Alpha of the panthers still seemed to think he was a Dom. The last thing he needed was some of these Doms deciding they could push him around. Carey was the only man alive allowed to Dominate him.
The women would be safer in the barn. It was well lit and easy to protect. They’d be much more secure there than scattered around the property.
“Lucy, there’s a rogue panther checking out our fence line. Omar and his panthers are going to make sure it’s just one, not the beginning of an attack. I need to keep watch over the main gate. Can you get the women, especially the unmated ones, all over to the barn? I’d feel happier if they were all together right now.”
“Sure can, Larry. Do you want me to tell JB to bring the floodlights back to the front in case this takes a while?”
“Yes, please, and can he also set a few up so the barn is really brightly illuminated as well if it starts getting late in the day?”
“I’m on it.”
Larry put his phone down and ran his hands through his hair. What else did he need to do? And how could he ensure Sam didn’t fall apart again?
* * * *
Jubilee and Autumn had just finished baking a giant batch of pumpkin muffins when Lucy bustled into the kitchen. Jubilee breathed in the delicious, fresh-baked smell. She could hardly wait until it was suppertime to taste one.
“Yum. They smell incredible. But unfortunately, Omar and Larry want you all to go over to the barn right now. A rogue panther is walking the fence line and they want all the women in one place for safety.”
“These muffins were supposed to be for supper, but there’s no reason why we can’t eat them now, I guess. Do you want to grab one while it’s hot, Lucy?” asked Jubilee.
“Mm, thank you.”
Autumn picked up a pile of paper plates, handing one to Lucy, a container of knives, and several tubs of butter while Jubilee slid the racks of muffins onto a large serving tray. Together the two women carried the food over to the barn.
“Oh dear. Should we have left half of them back in the kitchen for the men do you think?” asked Autumn.
“Their loss our gain. Besides, we can always cook another batch if the men get grumpy. I expect they’ll be enjoying themselves running around the property playing Rambo or James Bond or whatever.”
Autumn giggled. “Meanwhile, we’ll be ladies and sit nicely on our chairs and eat muffins.”
“Sounds like a plan to me!”
“What a heavenly smell. I’d forgotten how much I missed the scent of fresh baking,” said Leticia as she arrived with Ramona, Gaynor, and Jill, an older human woman.
“Are you finding it okay not to stay in your room so much now?” asked Jubilee carefully. She didn’t want to annoy Leticia by suggesting her father had been wrong to keep her so confined, and she could always pretend she meant because of her leg injury if Leticia looked hurt.
“My leg’s almost healed now. The stitches are already dissolving and it hardly aches at all. I’m really looking forward to being able to go for a run soon,” said Leticia, smiling. “But it’s just heavenly to talk to anyone I want to. I don’t think Dad understood how much I missed that. He still doesn’t understand, but Omar and Frank are very strict with him.”
“Where is Sam now?” asked Autumn as she handed out paper plates.
“They’ve taken him running with them, but Frank said he’d bite Dad if Dad moved more than two feet away from him.” Leticia grinned.
Jill snickered. “Frank certainly tried to tell him you’re an adult now, but he didn’t get the message.”
“You know, I think he’s still stuck in a time warp from when Mom died. I was thirteen, and in some ways Dad hasn’t moved on from there. I know he misses her a lot.”
“That’s nearly ten years ago. A lot has happened in ten years. For a start, the pack has changed dramatically in that time,” said Ramona.
“You joined us only a year after Mom died, didn’t you?” asked Leticia.
“Yes. That was how I learned about this pack. I was in the library researching all the newspaper articles about my own mother’s death and looking for signs of a pack of shape-shifters I could join with when I read about your mother’s death. It was so similar to my own mother’s I knew there had to be other shifters nearby. I kept checking until I located this pack.”
“Didn’t your father mind your mother running free?
Is that why he’s been stricter with you?” asked Gaynor.
Gaynor was human, like Jubilee, but unlike Jubilee she hadn’t been living here all that long. Gaynor worked for the same tiny boutique movie studio as Ramona did. It was co-owned by Nicholas and Curtis, who spent a lot of time at Carnal Connections.
Leticia’s forehead creased with thought. She was petite, with chocolate eyes and hair so dark a brown as to almost be black. When she changed she was a black panther, but not such a deep black as Omar. Jubilee gave a little shiver. Leticia was a beautiful, sleek panther. Omar, on the other hand, was huge and deadly looking.
“I was just a kid, but I’m almost certain they hadn’t been getting on well together at that time.” Leticia turned to the humans in the group and said, “Panthers—all the big cats—mate for life. It’s a done deal, there’s no divorce. But both parties have to consent to the mating. There’s no forced marriages, either. It has to be a genuine consent, not a shotgun wedding.”
Autumn giggled then covered her face with her hand.
Leticia smiled at Autumn, and Jubilee enjoyed the byplay. It was wonderful to see Leticia being herself again, a young woman, not a passive body hidden behind her father’s fears and doubts.
“That’s why this entire rogue panther gig doesn’t make sense. When they grabbed me at the basketball match, even if I hadn’t been able to get away, the man who snatched me couldn’t have forced me to marry him or be his sex slave. I wouldn’t be bound to him in shifter law if I said no. Or even if I said yes but meant no,” added Ramona.
“Right. Even if a woman is kidnapped, the very minimum the group can do is let her choose between all the available men. And if none of them appeals to her, the kidnappers have wasted their time,” said Leticia.
“That says to me one or more of the rogue panthers must have an enormous ego. He must be absolutely convinced whoever he takes will want him. Or want someone in their group,” said Jubilee thoughtfully.