by Cara Adams
He collected some things he’d need and laid out a pile of towels then returned to Jubilee. She’d started to wiggle slightly. It was time to take her into the hot tub. He picked her up in his arms, which was damn difficult with her arms tied behind her and her breasts so engorged.
Grateful he only had to walk the length of the hallway, he carried her into the end room, locking the door behind them. He sat her on the side of the hot tub and snapped the cable ties, freeing her breasts, then turned her around and began untying the ropes that bound her arms. Carey hooked his right leg around her waist to secure her so he could use both hands on the binding. He needed to move fast, as the blood pouring back into her chest was going to hurt like hell within a few minutes.
Finally, her arms were freed and he moved them to her sides, hanging them down. Her eyes were wide open and tears had gathered in the corners of them.
“I know it’s starting to hurt, but soon it’ll be good again,” he said, kissing her forehead.
He turned her around so she faced into the hot tub and the wall of mirrors behind it then held her under her armpits. “Sit right down so the water completely covers your breasts. Sit on the base, not on the seat,” he said, making sure she understood him.
Jubilee nodded and slid into the water, sitting on the floor of the hot tub, in water up to her ears.
He grinned at how cute she looked like that, glanced at the mirrored ceiling reflecting the top of her head, and shucked his clothes as fast as he could, snatching the tube of waterproof soothing gel from the sink where’d left it as he climbed into the tub.
He sat on the base of the tub with his back against the seat and pulled her gently toward him. Carey spread his legs wide and settled her between them before very gently rubbing across her ribs and under her breasts, massaging the skin there that had been stretched and pulled out of place by the cable ties. Only when he was sure that her blood was flowing smoothly there did he begin very lightly rubbing her breasts. She hissed a little but made no complaint as he massaged deeper and more thoroughly, finally using both hands together until her breasts seemed to him to have returned to their normal size and shape.
“All good now?” he asked.
“Yes, Master.”
“No, not Master now, we’re out of the dungeon. How do your breasts feel really?”
“They ache a little, but so do my shoulders. It’s fine really. Thank you so much for sending me to subspace.”
“Turn around and I’ll massage your shoulders, then I want to put the gel on you to be quite sure there’s no bruising.”
Obediently, she turned around until her luscious ass was touching his thighs. She was so lovely even almost underwater. Truly, a Dom couldn’t have a better sub than Jubilee.
He pressed and kneaded along her shoulders then squeezed some gel and rubbed it into her skin. He coated his hands with more gel, pulled her back against his chest, and massaged the gel over her breasts. She rested her head on his shoulder and thrust her breasts up into his hands.
His dick was harder than a spike and desperate to bury itself inside her. She was so sweet and loving. No one could doubt how much she loved him. Only problem was, Larry wasn’t here. And even though he was a very recent addition to their dungeon games, it seemed somehow wrong to fuck her when they weren’t all together. Carey appreciated the wolf. He was a good man, good at his job, and serious about participating with them in the dungeon. He added something special, something extra to the dynamic, made the games more fulfilling for all three of them. Fucking Jubilee without Larry sharing in some way didn’t seem right. He was making the rules up as they went along, but Carey knew that had to be a rule. All of them, or none of them. Which was totally crazy, because Larry’d already fucked her tonight. But no, Carey couldn’t do it. No matter how much he wanted her, no matter how good it would be, nowadays there were three in the dungeon, and his damn dick would just have to wait for another day. And oh yes, there’d be another day, and it would be soon.
Chapter Five
Larry had woken up with the image of Jubilee’s tattoo in the front of his mind. It was a tribal band around her lower thigh with a dagger hanging from it. He’d never seen anything like it, and it was incredibly sexy. One day he’d ask her why she’d had it done. But for now, he knew it was his subconscious trying to tell him something. But what?
All morning the image niggled at him until he was seeing it embossed on the spreadsheet he was trying to deal with. Finally, he phoned Kurt and said, “I think I need to go for a run. Are you available to run with me?”
“I surely am. Tor and Nicholas are here, too. They both will have smelled the wolf on you if you haven’t already told them what you are. How about we all run together? That’ll likely be the very first time just us wolves have been on a run as a pack.”
A burst of freedom surged through Larry and he understood that was what he needed. It was time to let his wolf out, to be with other wolves, to stop suppressing that side of himself. For such a very long time he’d been a lone wolf, then he’d met Kurt. Now there were four of them. A small pack. He’d already accepted his submissive side, even if only in private. Now it was time to acknowledge his wolf side, at least here at Carnal Connections. “That’d be great. I’ll meet you out on the back deck in fifteen minutes.”
“I’ll tell the others.”
The back deck of the main building at Carnal Connections overlooked a rather unkempt garden. On the rare occasions when Larry came out here he reminded himself he needed to find someone to fix it up. Prune, weed, rake, maybe even plant something, although if the weeds were cleared out there may still be some nice plants underneath. It was too overgrown right now for anyone to know. He shrugged the thoughts off and stretched his back. It’d been way too long since he’d shifted and run. Just as it’d been way too long since he’d allowed his submissive side to get out and play.
“Why today, Larry? What made you come out of the closet and decide to go for a run? Are there rogue panthers around again?” asked Tor.
“Yup, my question exactly,” added Nicholas.
No way was he going to mention Jubilee’s tattoo. That side of him was definitely remaining a secret. “Nothing I can put my finger on, just a feeling that I needed to get out on our land, check things out myself as a wolf. Likely we’ll all just have a nice run and nothing more,” he said.
They all undressed, and once again Larry noticed the tiny tattoo of a wolf on Tor’s shoulder. Tor, Cameron, and Gaynor, who were in a committed ménage relationship together, all had identical tattoos. Larry liked that idea, but there was no way he was getting a huge tattoo like Jubilee had. On her it was exciting, mischievous. On him it’d be stupid.
He led the way, jumping off the back deck and running through the overgrown garden. There was a riot of scents among the foliage. I suppose one day I ought to check them out, too. Yet when do I have time to finish anything? I need another pair of hands as it is! Maybe I should ask one of the other wolves to do it. Kurt perhaps.
Shrugging off his thoughts, Larry stretched his body and ran full out at his fastest speed for a couple hundred yards then slowed to a steady lope. Behind him he could hear the paws of the others. They’d all kept up with him, which was good. They ran through a tiny brook, stopping to sniff the water, which seemed as pure as ever to him. They ran up along the north ridge, and Larry was pleased to see Oliver sitting in the doorway of the tent there, watching them. Good to know his spies were alert.
From there he quartered the land, aiming to cover a good slice of it north to south, east to west, but not on any set grid pattern, just as seemed right to him at the time. At the far southeastern corner of the land was a dry, rocky area that few of the panthers or humans ever visited. Larry felt a sudden urge to visit it. He spun around and raced away, following the fence line south but about a hundred feet inside the electric fence. When he reached the first rocky outcrop, he ran up it and stopped at the top, looking all around. Tor and Nicolas lined up on ei
ther side of him. Kurt stood back behind them all.
Something was wrong. He took a long sniff of the air then listened intently. Nicholas let out a loud howl and raced down the outcrop. Larry sped after him, closely followed by the others. Nicholas vaulted over the electric fence and launched himself at the high wire outer fence. Larry was watching to make sure he didn’t get himself tangled up in the electric fence, which was semihidden, and missed seeing what had antagonized Nicholas, but there was no mistaking the very human screams that followed Nicholas’s arrival at the outer fence.
The wire had been cut, and Nicholas slid through the gap, chasing three humans who’d evidently been planning to enter Carnal Connections.
Tor followed Nicholas out while Larry bent to sniff the ground inside the property, trying to decide if any other humans had already come inside. Kurt joined him as they paced up and down, but Larry could detect no fresh human scent excepting right at the opening. There were many old scents, but those would have been made by their own people who checked the fence line regularly looking for damage.
By the time Larry’d reassured himself no one was inside the fence, Nicholas and Tor came loping back. Nicholas had a huge grin on his face, so Larry changed into human form and asked, “You scared them six ways to Sunday?” Even as he said it, he wondered whether Carey or Jubilee would know where the phrase originated from. That startled him. Here he was in the midst of a potentially dangerous situation and he was thinking of his dungeon partners. Never before had that kind of casual, fun thought intruded on his work life.
Nicholas and Tor both changed, but Tor deferred to Nicholas, who said, “Yeah. I really wanted to bite that man’s ass, but I was afraid he’d shit himself and I didn’t want to be that close to him if he did.”
“They climbed into a truck and took off before they’d even shut all the doors. I really don’t think they’ll stop until they reach the coast or run out of gas, whichever happens first,” added Tor.
“This was just a reconnaissance trip I think. There’s nothing here to cause trouble, just some wire cutters is all,” added Kurt, who was looking through a backpack that had been left lying in the dirt just outside the cut fence.
“Cell phone? Wallet?” asked Larry.
“Nope. Just a bottle of water. No camera, so they weren’t planning to spy on us.” Kurt held up two pairs of wire cutters and a large, almost-full bottle of water.
“I never knew you were psychic,” said Tor, staring at Larry.
“I never knew, either. I just felt unsettled and wanted to run. I guess good luck was smiling on us today. However, we now have a fence to mend. Tor, can you go tell JB and get him to come out and fix it, please?”
“I’ll go, too,” said Nicholas. The two of them shifted and ran off while Kurt shifted, too, and went back to sniffing all around the area. Larry felt a bit weird standing there stark naked but thought maybe someone ought to remain in human form in case speech or opposable thumbs were needed. It seemed like a week couldn’t pass by without some new drama happening.
How had he known to come here? Hell, how had he even known to go for a run as a wolf? And most of all, how did Jubilee manage to warn him there was going to be trouble? It wasn’t that he didn’t believe in thought transference and the power of the mind, it was just that such a thing had never happened to him before. Why him? Why now? And how had it happened?
* * * *
Lucy pulled out her cell phone and said, “Okay, Verity, Serena, who would you like to invite to your twenty-first birthday party?”
The women were sitting in the barn by one of the long windows, three couches pulled up close together into a circle.
“Well, everyone from the community here, of course,” said Serena.
“And Noah and Ezra. They’re very yummy,” added Verity.
Jubilee knew who Noah and Ezra were. She’d seen them at a few of the BDSM parties held here at Carnal Connections. They were indeed handsome men, but her own heart was set on loving and serving Carey. And Larry. She was developing a deeper regard for him, too. Of course she respected him for the intelligent and wise way he handled the community, but she was also coming to like the real man hidden deep inside. A fun-loving man who enjoyed life and love and was always considerate and thoughtful toward her. A man she was looking forward to knowing even better.
“Autumn, Leticia, are there people you’d like us to invite?” asked Verity.
“Nicholas and Curtis?” suggested Autumn.
“I consider them part of our community they spend so much time here now. Are they on your list, Lucy?” asked Serena.
Lucy’s thumbs were tapping away on her phone. “Likely I’d have included them anyway, but I’ve written them down to ensure they’re not overlooked.”
“Leticia?”
“Maybe William,” she whispered.
“Ah, the handsome nurse. Tor’s friend. How’s your leg healing, Leticia? It’s great to see you here with us instead of stuck in your room all the time,” said Jill.
“My leg’s fine. I’m really looking forward to being able to run. It’s been such a very long time since I ran. Not since we left the farm.”
“Wow, that’s months and months. I don’t think I could survive without running for that long. We women run together about once a week. You’ll have to come with us next time,” said Autumn.
“Oh. I don’t know…Dad will likely want to be with me. I don’t think I could go without him.”
“It’s up to you. There’s usually seven or eight of us and we stay in the center of the property, in the deep undergrowth, away from the boundaries, so it’s very safe, but there’s plenty of places to have a really good run,” said Serena.
“Now what about people from your work? Who do you want to invite, girls?” asked Lucy, getting the meeting back on track.
For the next ten minutes Serena and Verity tossed names back and forth, adding and deleting them and going around and around in circles.
“It’s too hard. Either we have just our few closest friends, or else we need to invite our entire department at the TNG. There’s no other way to draw a line without hurting people’s feelings,” said Verity.
Jubilee thought for a moment. This barn was Carnal Connections’ building and they were doing all the catering and everything themselves. Inviting the entire department at the company where the twins worked—what, maybe thirty people—should be all right. “I don’t think inviting the whole department will be a problem. We’re doing the catering ourselves and can keep the costs down there, so a few extra people coming is no big deal. You may as well invite them all.”
“Yes, I agree. That way there’ll be no hurt feelings among your colleagues,” added Jill.
“Right. Let me check I’ve gotten all their names here.” Lucy rattled off a list of names, and Serena and Verity nodded at each one.
“Yes, that’s everyone. Except the senior manager. What about him? Do you think we should ask him, too?” asked Verity.
“What do you all think?” asked Serena.
Autumn and Jubilee both nodded.
“Yes, do. If he doesn’t want to come, all he has to do is pretend he had something else already scheduled to do that night,” said Lucy.
“We’re telling everyone it’s a BDSM party. After all, we’re finally going to be adults. But not too hard core. We don’t want to scare the visitors, just intrigue them,” said Serena.
“Understood.” Jill nodded.
“Now, what about the food? We don’t usually serve alcohol, but we can have champagne for the toasts. Other than that we’ll provide lots of water and soda, likely some fruit juice mocktails. But what sort of finger foods would you like?” asked Jubilee.
“Carrots and celery sticks and chips and crackers with dips.”
“Platters of fresh fruit.”
“How about mini pizzas and tiny spring rolls?”
“And some ribbon sandwiches.”
“All that, plus the cake, should be plenty,�
�� said Lucy, once again typing notes into her phone.
“It’s making me feel hungry already,” groaned Autumn.
“Well, we can’t stop yet. We need to know what color scheme you want for the decorations, Verity and Serena,” said Jill.
“Besides, Jubilee hasn’t told us any trivia about twenty-first birthdays yet,” said Serena.
“I don’t know that I can give you any interesting information about twenty-first birthdays specifically. Around the world different societies have different ages for adulthood, and even within one society it can be different for girls and boys. In Jewish culture a boy’s bar mitzvah is at age thirteen, but a girl’s bat mitzvah is age twelve because girls are considered to mature earlier. After the ceremony they are considered adult members of the community and have to obey all the rules. There was Alexander the Great, though. He inherited the throne of Macedon in northern Greece from his father at the age of twenty, which is close enough to your twenty-one. By the time he died at age thirty-two he’d created the largest empire ever known and was never defeated in battle.”
Verity turned to Serena. “He had twelve years and we’ve only got eleven. Do you reckon we can conquer the world?”
“No worries.” The sisters high-fived each other and Jubilee laughed.
* * * *
“Hi, Larry, can we talk for a minute?” Carey knew what he was about to ask was the correct next step for the three of them to take, but he also knew Larry was an intensely private person who, as business manager of the BDSM community, always liked to appear human and in control.
“Sure.”
Larry leaned back in his chair, stretching his muscles.
Carey checked that no one was nearby and closed Larry’s door. “How do you feel about people knowing you play dungeon games with Jubilee and me? Are you ready to come out of the closet a fraction there as well as about your wolf?”
Carey thought Larry might be willing to take that step. Originally almost everyone at Carnal Connections had been human, so it was logical for Larry to keep his wolf side very much hidden. But with so many other shifters now, it was no longer that unusual. Also, at the start, it’d been very important that Larry establish control and demonstrate he could manage the many and varied needs of the community. But he’d proven he was a good manager, fair and considerate, so coming out as a switch was no longer so likely to make the Doms try to master him. It was time for Larry to move forward. For the three of them to be publically linked.