by Cara Adams
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On the one hand, Larry had found sharing Jubilee with Carey in front of a hundred people intensely fulfilling. He felt like he belonged. These two were his family. They accepted him with all his hang-ups about being a switch and a wolf.
Carey was the ideal Dom for him. Not bossy or arrogant, not trying to take over his everyday life, but perceptive and understanding of what his sexual needs truly were. The scenes Carey had devised had been absolutely right for Larry and for Jubilee as well, fulfilling them both completely, yet in quite different ways. Carey was a man Larry genuinely admired and appreciated.
As for Jubilee, she was a beautiful and loving woman, with a heart as big as Texas, and her love for people shone through everything she did. She was also intelligent and he needed that in his companions. As a man who dealt with idiots on a daily basis in his job, he needed to surround himself with people who engaged his brain as well as his dick.
Their never-ending trivia competition made him smile, laugh, and gasp at the tidbits of information they threw at each other.
Yet on the other hand, he was still worried the people here in the community might no longer respect his authority as the business manager of Carnal Connections. Have I made a terrible mistake going public like that? What if the people refuse to work with me anymore? Just because releasing my werewolf side has been successful doesn’t necessarily mean I can admit to being a switch. What have I done?
Larry showered and dressed again quickly then returned to the barn. No one seemed to be paying any attention to him. A lot of couples were dancing, including some dirty dancing over near the mirrors. And he noticed a few couples were getting hot and heavy on a group of couches, too. All par for the course here at Carnal Connections. He checked the entire barn, working thoroughly from one side to the other, from the entry all the way back to the far corner.
No one was giving him strange looks. No one sneered at him or laughed at him. Everyone treated him exactly as they always had. It was as if he hadn’t just participated in a sex scene on the stage in front of them at all. They accept me as one of themselves! They aren’t judging me. The revelation was mindboggling.
Some women were sitting on a semicircle of chairs in the back corner, and one of them was Lucy, who waved at him.
“Hey there, Lucy.”
“Hi, Larry. The party’s going really well. Grab a chair and sit with us for a few minutes.”
“How could I say no to being surrounded by a bevy of lovely ladies?”
“Good answer,” said Autumn with a giggle.
Larry felt Leticia’s gaze on him and smiled at her.
“Larry, when the pack lived on the farm, I used to do a lot of the gardening. Not the really heavy work but planting, weeding, watering, and caring for vegetables and flowers. I enjoyed gardening and I’m good at it. Plants and I understand each other, I think,” said Leticia.
Larry nodded. It was good to see Leticia not only out of her room but out of the main building as well. And Sam wasn’t even guarding her like a pit bull with a bone. For a moment, Larry wondered where Sam was. Maybe Omar had locked him in the dungeon as he’d threatened a few times.
“Lucy said the rear gardens needed taking care of. Is that something I could do? That you’d trust me to do?”
“That would be perfect. I was just thinking the other day those gardens are badly in need of some love and care. There might be a bit too much heavy digging and weeding for just one person, though. Perhaps Omar would give you a helper. A man strong enough to remove the heaviest weeds and undergrowth. It’d have to be one of the panthers, or Sam won’t be happy I expect. Maybe Oliver? Sam’s trusted him with you before.”
Larry watched a pale pink brighten Leticia’s cheeks. Yeah. He’d thought that might be the case. Oliver was very close lipped, but he did seem to hang around Leticia on the rare occasions she escaped from her room and Sam. Sam. Oh hell, where was Sam? “Where’s Sam?”
Leticia’s blush became much darker. “He told me I wasn’t to come to this party tonight, but Omar won’t let him sleep across my doorway anymore so I snuck out and came. You don’t think he’s rushing around searching for me, worrying about me, do you?”
“If he was looking for you, he would have come here. This is where almost everyone is tonight,” said Lucy reassuringly.
Autumn patted Leticia’s hand and nodded. “She’s right.”
“I agree. Well, ladies, thank you for your company. Leticia, I’ll set things up for you about the garden and get back to you on that.” Larry stood and moved off slowly, wandering around the room, counting heads and making sure everyone was where he expected them to be. That conversation with the women had just reinforced his mental discovery of a few minutes before. They accepted him, too.
Omar was standing at the main door of the barn, dressed all in black and looking every inch the security guard he was pretending to be. Larry flicked his head to the outside, and Omar gave the tiniest nod.
Larry walked down the stairs and into the parking lot, moving only about fifty feet from the door, so he was still clearly visible in the lights from the barn but likely out of earshot of anyone there. Omar soon joined him, and Larry noticed one of the fit young panthers, Josh, had replaced him at the entry.
“Trouble?” asked Omar.
“I hope the hell not. But Leticia’s at the party and Sam told her to stay in her room. I was just wondering where Sam was and if he’s going to enter her room and start shooting when she’s not there.”
Omar frowned and pulled his cell phone from his pocket. “Pete? Report in.”
“Everything’s quiet here, Omar. Sam and I have checked the fence line twice and there’s no sign of any illegal entry.”
“No problems of any sort at all?”
Larry watched Omar smile as he stared at his phone and guessed Pete had replied by text so Sam couldn’t hear what was being said. While he waited for the report he called the guards at the main entry to the property. “Everything okay there, JB?”
“All good, Larry. Twenty-five vehicles in, total of forty people. Ten vehicles have left so far, total of seventeen people. Cameron did a head count in the barn and the numbers tally just fine.”
“Great, thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
Omar grinned at Larry. “Pete made Sam run the fence line the first time as a panther and walk it as a human the second. Pete said it would look as though there were more people guarding the fence than just the two of them. He said Sam’s about asleep on his feet and as long as Leticia doesn’t stay out after the last car leaves the parking lot, she’ll have no worries with Sam.”
“Good work by Pete, and by you, too, thinking to use Sam so he’s actually helping us. Likely that will soothe him and help him to feel once more that he’s a contributing member of the community,” said Larry.
“I’m working on keeping him away from her during the day, too. She needs to be able to spend time with the other women, not just locked up with her father all day long. Ramona said Leticia really was excited to help prepare for the party tonight, so I’m glad she attended it as well.”
“She’s going to help get that rear garden back into order. Clean it up and plant vegetables and flowers the way it used to be,” said Larry.
“I’d forgotten, but she used to work in the gardens when we all lived on the farm. It sounds like she’s reclaiming her life, which is great,” said Omar.
Larry and Omar walked back into the barn. Larry should have felt happy, but all he could think of was, “Please God, this isn’t the calm before the storm.”
Chapter Six
David had taken enormous care in planning his trip to Carnal Connections. As soon as he’d heard there was to be a large party, he’d followed every Carnal Connections member’s and shape-shifter’s Twitter and Facebook account he could join, trying to find information on it. Then, because he was at the limit of allowable friends on Facebook, he set up a second account to follow all the BDS
M community news. And still he found no way of getting invited to the party.
Giving up on that idea, he’d driven almost to the Indiana border to buy himself army nighttime survival clothing and equipment. If he couldn’t get invited to the party, he’d break in while it was in progress and everyone was distracted.
He’d been sitting in a tree with his night-vision glasses hanging around his neck and his binoculars in his hands as dusk fell. He’d spent a lot of time staring at his maps, choosing his position. He wanted to be well away from where any car headlights might shine on him but not so far it would be impossible for him to carry his new bride after he abducted her. The party was to be in some barn or other on the property, and everyone knew women spent hours prettying themselves in front of mirrors. Sooner or later the shifter women would leave the party to go to the ladies’ room and he’d pounce and snatch his bride and be away before anyone could raise an alarm.
Just to prove he’d thought of everything, he even had two getaway vehicles planted, one to the north of his chosen position, the other to the south. He’d put clean sheets on his bed and purchased a new toothbrush for his bride. He’d thought of everything, arranged everything, and was acting alone this time so no idiot could screw up his beautiful, brilliant plan. He couldn’t believe those idiots hadn’t even managed a reconnaissance trip without almost getting caught. Well, he wouldn’t get caught. He was too smart for that and he’d planned absolutely everything perfectly.
It was full dark, and David was wondering when he should make his move. The party would have begun by now, but how soon would the women start leaving to check their makeup? One hour? Two? It might take him a little while to work out where the ladies’ room was situated. Likely in the main buildings, he supposed, so he would need to find a nice dark place between the party barn and the main buildings where he could wait to collect his woman.
He was about to climb out of his tree when he saw movement in the distance and froze. Silently raising his binoculars, he focused on the specks of action and saw it was two panthers running along the fence line. Well, fuck! They’d sent out a patrol. Lucky he’d waited.
David stayed completely motionless and silent and the panthers never noticed him, but he decided he’d better wait for at least an hour, in case they came back the same way.
An hour passed and the moon had risen before David decided they weren’t coming back. Carefully, he climbed higher in his tree until he had an even better vantage point. This time he raised his night-vision glasses and scanned in every direction, twice, to ensure the panthers were not anywhere around. Way in the distance he noticed movement. What the fuck now?
David focused his glasses, changing the settings again and again until he was sure of what he thought he could see. Two men this time, walking the fence line. He stayed exactly where he was for a very long time, until they’d passed him. Should he try again? Would the third time truly be the charm? Or was it better to leave now while he was completely undetected?
Around and around his thoughts went, attacking the issue from this side and that. He really had put an enormous amount of thought and effort into this abduction. He’d planned it perfectly. He was sure to be successful. But what if they noticed the cut in the fence? That’s what had happened last time after all.
Suddenly, he understood. They obviously had some kind of warning system on the fence that told them when it was cut. Thank all the stars above he’d worked out their protection system. He’d find a way to jump over the fence and get his bride out that way.
David slithered out of his tree and trudged back to his two vehicles, driving first one, then walking back and collecting the other, then driving forward again. It took a long time and dawn was almost breaking when he got back to his camp. But he was alone, undetected, and none of his pack members knew anything about his plan. He would rethink his attack and carry it out alone. That way he’d be certain to succeed.
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Carey knew instantly their little scene at Serena and Verity’s party had gone off perfectly. It was just daring enough to tantalize the crowd without scaring away the guests not into BDSM. Butt plugs and getting naked were something any relationship—no matter how many or what genders the partners were—could incorporate into their own sex play. Following the insertion of the butt plug with double penetration was again nicely poised to blow the audience’s mind. Those who’d stayed behind had been promised something adult, and wasn’t double penetration most people’s sex dream? Besides, a couple could just leave the butt plug in or use another toy and try it out for themselves without having to find a third person. Carey knew a toy was never as exciting as a cock, but it was sure as hell better than a quick in-and-out in the missionary position. All in all, he was confident he’d thrilled the crowd and expanded their imaginations in ways that could improve their own sex lives in their existing relationships.
All of which was awesome and exciting. So why wasn’t he feeling really happy? Why was he left still wanting more? Carey suddenly understood that he wanted Larry to join Jubilee and him permanently. That niggling concern which had held him back from giving Jubilee what she truly wanted, a collar, was solved by the addition of Larry. He was the “something more” Carey needed, to be at peace about the collaring.
Jubilee was very special to him and he knew he wasn’t worthy of the intense devotion she gave him. Because she wasn’t enough. He craved something more than just her loving obedience. Larry provided that. Larry’s desire to be freed from all his worries and concerns in the dungeon amplified, accentuated, and underlined Jubilee’s intentional obedience. Together they gave him, as a Dom, everything he could want.
At first, he’d been worried that including Larry might mean losing his own power, or even losing Jubilee. Jubilee’s intense devotion to him touched him on such a deep level. He hadn’t realized how much she meant to him until Larry was added to the picture. Now he wanted both of them as his submissives, even if Larry was sometimes a second Dom in the relationship.
“I’m not sure how that’ll work, but I reckon we can manage it somehow,” he muttered.
So he needed to get them both back in the dungeon soon for some genuine BDSM love. Jubilee wouldn’t be a problem, since she was always available. No, it’s just that she always puts my requests ahead of her own desires. How often has she given up her own plans to fit in with mine? It’s time I treasured her more. She’s completely devoted to me and I don’t cherish her as I should.
And Larry. A phone call, I think, telling him to be at the dungeon at seven tonight.
Grinning to himself in satisfaction, Carey grabbed a notepad and started writing down ideas for a scene.
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Carey was pacing the dungeon at five to seven, much the way he’d been pacing his own living room ever since Larry had first joined him and Jubilee. Ah well, the pacing is helping to keep me fit. Now what’s the other thing I need to be working on? Oh yes, how we can spend more time together. We must get to know each other through and through if this relationship is to develop properly.
Jubilee wants to live with me, I know. I’m the one who’s been holding back so as not to hurt her if I took on more subs. But Larry? Larry needs to be close at hand 24/7 because of his job. Living in the main building is really essential for him. He has to be always available in case there’s a problem.
There’s lots of empty space in the main building. But is any of it suitable for us to have a room of our own? Would it be appropriate for me to keep my little house if we had some shared accommodation like a large room in the house? What about Jubilee? All she has is a bedroom with a half bath. Hmm. And am I ready yet to live with other people? It’ll be a big adjustment for me. I’ve been alone for a long time. I know Jubilee is ready and willing, but is Larry? Lots more to think about there before I say anything to them.
Jubilee stepped quietly into the room, immediately slipping her dress off over her head and leaving her sandals neatly side by side at the door. She
stood in the center of the room, feet shoulder-width apart, eyes down, shiny dark-blonde hair falling forward over her face, looking so beautiful his dick was instantly harder than hard.
Carey longed to touch his dick, to move his pants, to give his equipment more space, but he was the Dom and his position meant he could never show any weakness at all. So he stood still, waiting for Larry.
At exactly seven, Larry opened the door and stepped into the room. Carey nodded to him and Larry locked the door behind him before undressing slowly and methodically. In the center of the room, Jubilee never moved, but Carey knew she’d be listening to the noises they were making and would have an excellent idea of what was happening.
Once Larry was standing beside Jubilee, Carey turned to his bag of toys and took out two pairs of handcuffs. They both already stood with their hands behind their backs, so cuffing them was easily accomplished. Next, he blindfolded each one then filled their mouths with ball gags. This was only for the effect it had on them. The dungeon was fully soundproofed, so no screams of orgasm would be heard anyway. But gagging a sub made them much more aware of their mouths, of their breathing, of their own desire to vocalize their feelings, so by gagging them he heightened their appreciation of the night’s program.
Carey had put a lot of thought into whether to use a cane or a paddle. The cane was a much sharper, more immediate pain, as the heat and blood rushed to that thin line where he’d struck the body. But with the paddle he could get a good system of strikes going, gradually increasing the heat and pain of the ass, until the subs remembered the event every time they sat down the next day.
Carey swished his cane through the air, making sure both subs knew what was about to happen. Again and again he whipped the thin bamboo through the air, making the distinctive sound, until finally he laid two strokes on each shoulder of each sub. Before they could acclimate themselves, he swapped the paddle from his left hand to his right and paddled first one ass cheek then the other. Jubilee’s right cheek, Larry’s right cheek. Jubilee’s left cheek, Larry’s left cheek, hitting Larry only slightly harder than Jubilee. Finally, he took up the cane again and laid four or five strokes over the pink skin marked by the paddle.