by Cara Adams
“That depends. It’s very important to me that they don’t see me as a sub they can ignore. It’s not easy to make a business like this run smoothly, and there’s no way I can risk people deciding they can start pleasing themselves instead of being considerate of others. Or even worse, ignoring me and forming cliques and alliances to subvert fairness while forcing through their own agendas,” replied Larry.
“I totally understand that. It can’t be easy balancing the needs of a pack Alpha, Doms, panthers, and wolves. What I was thinking is we could do a scene at the twenty-first birthday party. It’s being billed as a BDSM party but not hard core. I can plan a scene where no one will see you as acting in a particularly submissive way, where the focus is on Jubilee, and then we fuck her.”
“Now that sounds like a program I can get on board with,” said Larry, grinning.
“I thought you might like the idea. I truly believe you’ll be much more relaxed and a happier man when you allow yourself to be true to all the various facets of your personality.”
And once Larry accepted himself for who he truly was, a wolf and a switch as well as a business manager, then and only then the three of them could decide whether their relationship was likely to develop into something more than a few dungeon scenes.
* * * *
Jubilee rested her hands on her hips, surveying the barn. She’d never seen it decorated before, apart from the tree at Christmastime. But now, it was beautiful. Serena and Verity had chosen to mix fluorescent orange and shocking pink together, and, surprisingly, it looked amazing. Bunches of balloons hung from the ceiling, the light fixtures, and the curtain rods. Long strands of streamers, the two colors twisted together, crisscrossed the room, and “Happy Birthday” signs were stuck to the mirrors and surrounded by streamers and balloons.
Leticia sidled into the barn, glancing all around. Jubilee smiled. “It looks great, doesn’t it?”
“Oh, yes. I wish I could come tonight, but Dad insists it’s much too dangerous.”
“Dangerous? How can it be dangerous with all the pack members here to protect you?”
“But there’ll be strangers here as well, Dad says.”
“Leticia, you were at the meeting when we wrote the guest list. You know there’re no strangers coming, only friends and work colleagues of Serena and Verity. They’re all people they know well. It’s not like there’s been an open invitation on Facebook or something.”
“But Dad said—”
It was time Leticia stood on her own two feet and started making her own decisions. It wasn’t really Jubilee’s place to give her a reality check, but, oh well…“Leticia, you’re twenty-two, not five years old anymore. You’re an adult. If you want to do something, your father can’t prevent you. He’s no longer your legal guardian. You need to start making your own pathway in life. If you want to stay in your room, that’s fine. But if you want to come to the party, that’s fine, too. Frankly, your father’s not nearly as capable of protecting you as some of the other young, strong men who’ll all be at the party anyway.”
“But my father only wants what is best for me.”
“Is that really true? Are you sure it was best for you to have him shoot you in the leg when there was no danger at all and certainly no need for him to be playing with a gun in your bedroom? I don’t believe he’s thinking about you as a person at all. Is he protecting his cherished possession, or is he off in fantasyland somewhere?”
“Does everyone think he’s crazy? Do they think I’m crazy, too?”
“I can’t answer for anyone but myself, and personally, I think it’s time you sat down and worked out what you really want in life. A job? A family? Hobbies? Friends? Then look at how your life has been lately, even with a court order telling your father to act sensibly.”
“You’re right, Jubilee, thank you. I do need to think things out myself.”
Jubilee watched as Leticia left the barn. She was a sweet and kind person, but her kindness and tolerance weren’t helping her father get in touch with the real world. Jubilee could only hope Leticia was brave enough to stand up for what she wanted. Assuming she even knew what she wanted.
And what about herself? Oh yes, Jubilee knew what she wanted. She wanted Carey to collar her and claim her as his slave. She longed, craved, desired to be completely his. But what about Larry? Larry was a part of them, too, now. What if Larry wanted to Dominate her, too?
If Carey was in the dungeon with them and Larry took charge, she’d be content to do his will. Because she trusted Carey? Yes, but she trusted Larry, too, so whether he was being a sub or a Dom she’d obey him, too. She’d seen how well Larry managed Carnal Connections, weighing up all the sides of disagreements, making sure all his decisions were fair and balanced. It was clear he was a good man, worthy of her respect. But more than that, he truly seemed to fit with her and Carey, to belong, to enhance their times together.
Did this mean that now they were three? Hmm, not quite. Carey still held her heart, her uttermost devotion. Is that what Carey wanted? For them to become a permanent threesome? Or what Larry wanted? Larry had said this would just be for a while, to get his submissiveness out of his system. Likely it was pleasing to Carey, though. She couldn’t imagine Carey continuing something that he didn’t approve of.
Which brought her up to tonight’s party. There wasn’t going to be any really kinky sex tonight. But it was a BDSM birthday party, so there’d be some ropes and handcuffs, likely a few toys around. She’d wear a pretty dress, some “fuck-me” shoes, and hope Carey wanted her. It wasn’t what her heart desired, because her real craving was to be collared, but she could live with it for now.
* * * *
Keeping in touch with the vibrant color scheme for the party, Jubilee chose a white sundress with splashes of vivid red, blue, green, and gold on it. With her sexy white sandals and a gold necklace and bracelet, she felt pretty enough for the party. What was more, she could even dance in these shoes, despite their six-inch heels, although her calf muscles would be screaming at her the next morning.
Serena and Verity both looked stunning, Serena in a long, flowing dark-green sheath dress with a fluorescent-orange ribbon holding back her shoulder-length brown hair, and Verity in a thigh-high, shocking-pink minidress.
Jubilee wandered around the barn, accepting a tall glass of frothing fruit juice from Kurt, who looked very smart in tight black jeans and a black T-shirt as he worked as a server. She stopped and looked more carefully, noticing that most of the older men seemed to be there as servers. Security in disguise, she supposed, mentally counting off Frank, Bill, and two or three others, all dressed to match Kurt.
In the back corner of the room, a group of chairs had been pulled into a semicircle so those sitting there could see everything taking place in the barn. Jubilee smiled when she noticed that among the women in the group was Leticia.
“I’m glad you came,” she said, wondering if Sam knew she was here.
“I did as you suggested and thought about what I want. So I’m here, although I didn’t tell Dad I was coming. I’m going to talk to Larry about doing some part-time work in the community, too. It’s time I stopped resting and began to take my place here.”
“Great. What kind of work do you want to do?” asked Lucy.
“Definitely not knitting like Autumn. I could never earn a living doing craftwork. Back in our old pack I used to work in the gardens, mainly growing vegetables and flowers. I like being outside and getting dirty doesn’t bother me. Besides, watching things grow is fun.”
“I’m glad you’ve decided what you want to do. That’s awesome,” said Jubilee.
“I’m sure there’ll be garden work here. The old vegetable garden out back is completely overgrown. You could spend a month or more just setting it to rights,” added Lucy.
Just then there was a skirl of bagpipe music, and in marched Cameron wearing what Jubilee felt sure was a Cameron of Erracht clan kilt and playing the bagpipes. He was bare from the waist
up, apart from the tartan flung over one shoulder. He paced the length of the barn, up and down in the center of the room, playing “The March of the Cameron Men” and looking extremely handsome.
“I didn’t know he played any music, far less the bagpipes, although with a name like Cameron, possibly I should have guessed,” said Jubilee.
“Look at those abs, they’re so lickable. Lucky, lucky, Gaynor.” Autumn sighed.
“Their house is farther away from the road, isn’t it? Maybe he plays for her at night.” Leticia giggled.
Jubilee’s gaze was still on Cameron, but her mind was wandering. If Carey wanted both her and Larry, would they get a house together, too? Or was he content for them all to live alone and just meet in the dungeon from time to time? She rather liked the idea of a house they could share. She enjoyed cooking, and even cleaning didn’t bother her. Besides, then she could serve Carey all day long, not just on occasion. But much, much better than that would be sleeping beside her men all night long, sharing a real bed where they could snuggle together, and cuddle, and talk, and really get to know each other in every intimate detail.
Cameron marched one more length of the room then continued outside and the bagpipes were replaced by dance music. Serena and Verity grabbed partners and moved into the center of the room, and soon many other couples joined them. The party was truly underway now.
Jubilee talked and laughed, nibbled on carrot sticks and danced, but she longed for Carey to come to her. As the evening drew on, some couples demonstrated BDSM scenes, including Bill, who tied a naked Lucy into a series of knots so erotic that Jubilee almost orgasmed just imagining how the ropes would feel on highly sensitized, delicate flesh.
By the time Carey did make his way across the room to her, she was almost despairing that he wasn’t going to do so much as talk to her this night. A dozen times she’d braced herself to go and speak to him, and a dozen times she’d decided she couldn’t. This was a BDSM party, and at all the Carnal Connections BDSM events he was her Dom and it was his place to initiate contact.
She watched him approach. He looked wickedly handsome tonight. His light-brown hair was highlighted by a deep-gold shirt. His bright-blue eyes were sparkling in the light. His narrow hips and long legs looked even yummier than ever in tight tan jeans and matching tan boots. His face was cleanly shaven, and she longed to stroke her fingers over his cheeks. But would he permit it? Would he push her away and cause her to ache with embarrassment?
“Jubilee, you look entrancing,” he said and pulled her into his arms for a kiss.
Happier than she had been in days, she lifted one hand and gently touched his cheek. “You look mighty fine yourself.” He seldom kissed her, and almost never in public, so Carey greeting her like this tonight was enough to send desire coiling hard and tight in her belly. Her nipples pebbled against the cotton of her dress, and her cream dampened the insides of her thighs.
“Will you agree to a ménage fuck here in a little while? Larry has agreed to play with us,” said Carey.
“If that’s what you want, of course I will.”
“But is it what you want?”
Jubilee wondered if Carey was asking her a much deeper question here. She tried to answer fully and honestly yet remember they were surrounded by other people. “I have always been completely happy just with you. But I agree having Larry as well is extra special.” Larry had made her relationship with Carey broader, deeper, more fulfilling. Her abiding passion for Carey would never change, but her heart was expanding, growing as her respect for Larry was developing into the beginnings of love for this good, worthwhile, and caring person who made her feel a better sub and more of a woman. Larry was adding his own delicious layer to her emotional and sexual life.
“Let’s put on a little show, right now, then,” said Carey, allowing her a glimpse of the butt plug in his shirt pocket.
Hell, he was walking around a birthday party with a butt plug in his shirt pocket! Wow!
Carey took her hand and walked them over to the small stage in the center of the room. Larry raised an eyebrow at Carey, who nodded. Then Larry met them onstage.
Carey tapped Jubilee’s leg, and instantly she was ready to perform. She widened her stance and kept her gaze on the floor. Soon four hands were smoothing over her dress. Carey always petted her in smooth, circular movements, and Larry was copying them exactly. Her dress was lifted up higher and higher, but very slowly, in a way that always built anticipation, not just in the audience but also in her. Of course Carey knew she never wore underwear when she was hoping they’d fuck, but only some of the people watching tonight would know that, so Serena and Verity’s guests would get a surprise when her ass was finally revealed.
Carey tapped her back, and she bent at the waist, legs straight, hands holding her own ankles. One of the men, she wasn’t sure which one, flipped her dress up over her head, hiding her face and revealing her naked ass. Jubilee grinned inside when she heard some of the audience gasp.
She knew the men would now be toying with the butt plug, and possibly with the lube, but soon fingers would enter her ass and begin teasing her. Just thinking about it made her core clench and her pussy even wetter.
Sure enough, in only a few moments, the cool gel was drizzled onto her rosette and fingers began to massage it into her skin. That was Larry. His fingers were thicker than Carey’s and slightly softer. Carey always used a firm stroke. Larry stroked the gel all around the entry, then no one was touching her. Next, it was Carey’s turn, and he pressed a finger into her ass, smoothing the gel all around her tissues inside. Then Larry again, with two fingers inside her, and finally Carey pressed the butt plug oh so slowly inside her.
Her dress was pulled down like a curtain, gradually hiding her ass from view, and Larry tugged her upright, holding her firmly for a minute or two until all the blood ran back out of her upper body to where it belonged. Except for the throbbing need in her cunt and clit. That never ceased.
“To be continued,” said Carey to laughter and clapping from the crowd.
Jubilee remained with the men for the next hour, intensely aware of the exquisite torment of the butt plug whether she was walking, standing, or sitting. Both men also danced with her, whispering teasing messages about the plug and what would happen next.
With much laughter Serena and Verity lit the candles on their birthday cakes—one with orange icing, the other with bright pink—then blew them out while everyone sang them “Happy Birthday.” Lucy and Jill took the cakes away to be cut into pieces for everyone and the lights were dimmed. Serena clapped her hands then said, “The party is about to become more adult now, because at last Verity and I are of age. We thank you all for coming and totally understand if the next part of the evening doesn’t appeal to you and you choose to leave.”
“Thank you so much, everyone, for wishing us well,” added Verity.
As the lights dimmed, Carey led Jubilee back to the stage. The music played a dance number and the two men swung her back and forth between them, at first only touching her hands but gradually holding her shoulders, then Larry kissed her, Carey ran his hands over her breasts, and before she knew it her dress was on the floor and she was sandwiched between the men.
Jubilee leaned back and unbuttoned Carey’s shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. Carey turned her, and she removed Larry’s shirt then unzipped his pants. Back she was turned to face Carey. Jubilee deliberately ran her palm over his cock. It was huge and hard and she carefully unzipped him and pushed his pants down over his hips.
While her back had been turned, Larry had removed the rest of his clothes and now he pulled her to him and sucked one of her breasts into his mouth. He did that so well. She was aroused almost to the edge of pain, yet Larry’s mouth on her skin simply made her desire rise higher.
His fingers touched her cunt, and then he was guiding his cock inside her, the jewelry of his Prince Albert piercing teasing along her sensitive tissues while his mouth still ravished her breast. The
n he looked up at her, a wicked grin on his face.
Carey was behind her holding her ass cheeks open and playing with the butt plug, pulling it in and out, teasing her. For a moment Jubilee wondered if some of the people watching thought her a wanton slut. She wasn’t. She was simply a faithful slave to her adored Master. But it didn’t really matter what anyone else thought of her anyway. The only people who mattered were the three of them on the stage.
Then Carey forced his huge cock into her ass and she exploded into an orgasm. She was so stretched, so full, so possessed being held fast between the men, that she couldn’t control her release. Both men remained very still inside her while her entire body shook and quaked with release. As soon as she began to draw a breath, they withdrew then slammed into her together. Out together, then in again, cranking up the speed and penetration as they went. Almost instantly, a second orgasm began to coil deep in her core. Sensing it, Carey dug his fingers into her hips, holding her still while Larry held her shoulders. Again and again they drove into her in perfect synchronization. It was too much. She exploded for the second time, and this time they came with her, bursts of heat and jets of cum filling her fore and aft simultaneously.
Jubilee sagged between them totally exhausted, suddenly aware of cum dripping between her legs and sweat all over her.
“This is where we go shower,” said Carey softly. Nodding, she snatched her dress off the floor and headed for the bathroom, only vaguely aware of the crowd clapping as she left.