Dungeon Research [The Dom's Dungeon 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Cara Adams

  Taj helped her out of the taxi and walked her to the door while Gavan paid the driver and then collected a pass card to one of the private rooms. It was Adelaide on the reception desk again, and she gave her friend a wave as Taj led her to the elevator.

  “You know Adelaide then? It was she who introduced you to Allegra, wasn’t it?” asked Taj.

  “We were roommates quite a while ago,” she replied, hoping it sounded like back when they were in college, not just a short time ago before Adelaide moved in with two of the Doms here, Wade and Mason. In particular she didn’t want anyone knowing she still lived in that apartment.

  They went up in the elevator to the room Gavan had chosen, and as soon as he opened the door and turned on the light, Nerida caught her breath. One entire wall was covered in mirrors. It was as sexy as hell, but it would also expose every tiny flaw in her body from every direction.

  The moment the door was shut, Taj turned her to face him. “You promised me a kiss. May I claim it now?”

  His big brown eyes were pleading with her, his face so earnest and sincere that she couldn’t put him off any longer. Besides, it was what she wanted as well. She longed to be held and kissed by someone who cared for her. Of course, she and Lacey loved each other and hugged each other often, but she needed the strong and muscular arms of a man around her again. And both these men had plenty of muscle and strength. Nerida let herself be drawn against his hard chest. She tilted her face up to his and drew in the scent of man as he slowly lowered his mouth to hers.

  Taj’s lips were soft and gentle, yet they still demanded a response from her. Gently he licked along the seam of her lips, and she opened her mouth to him, sinking deeper into his arms until her body was pressed hard against his from her shoulders all the way down to her hips. His cock was a hard ridge against her belly, and his arms tightened around her, holding her in just exactly the right place as they kissed more deeply and more passionately.

  He was a damn good kisser. Over the years Nerida had been kissed by any number of men. Some had wet, sloppy mouths that made her want to wipe her lips after a kiss, but most were reasonably good, leaving her happy and fulfilled. Taj was excellent. He knew exactly how to arouse her with tiny, barely-there touches, and whisper-soft licks, followed by more demanding possession. By the time he explored her mouth with his tongue, she was resting against his body limp with desire, her nipples hardened points and her pussy damp with her cream.

  When they finally drew apart, Nerida had to gulp in some air and keep hold of his arms. She was hot, breathless, and dazed with lust. She gasped. “That was some kiss.”

  Gavan crossed the room to her and turned her to face the mirror wall. “I’d like to do more than kiss your lips.” He stood behind her, leaning her against his chest, and wrapped his arms around her before starting to unbutton her shirt. He moved very slowly. Nerida didn’t know whether that was to give her plenty of time to object if she wasn’t happy about taking this step, or whether it was just Gavan ramping up the sexual tension in the room.

  She leaned her head back on his shoulder as he opened her shirt and brushed it away from her body. She wiggled her shoulders and held her arms downward so it slid to the floor, and then she leaned back against him once more. She hadn’t taken her gaze from the mirror the whole time. There was something compelling about standing like this, watching them together. Taj was looking as well. He stood to the side, behind them, leaving Gavan with her, but he was still perfectly visible in the mirror and therefore part of what was happening as he gazed at them both intently.

  Gavan stroked his hands over her belly and up to the bottom edge of her bra. Standing here staring at herself in the mirror made Nerida aware of the fact that she really ought to buy sexier lingerie. Her bra was nice. It was a pretty pale blue cotton trimmed with lace. But it wasn’t sexy or the kind of item to turn a man on. For that it needed to be silk and lace and maybe in red or black. But both of those colors would have been visible through her blue shirt. No wonder so many women wore black all the time. It made sexy accessorizing easier.

  Very, very slowly, Gavan pushed the bottom of her bra up. Up, up, up, over her breasts, exposing them a fraction of an inch at a time. When the bottom of the globes was visible, but the nipples still hidden, he bent and licked up the side of her neck, kissing her skin and then nibbling on the shell of her ear. He huffed warm air into her ear and sucked on the lobe, making her shiver with delight and lust.

  Only when she was breathing heavily did he continue to remove her bra, leaving it pushed up high and both her breasts fully visible in the mirror.

  “Watch me,” he ordered, straightening her body slightly so her breasts were full front to the wall.

  She pushed her body back against his, very aware of his cock, a hard thick line against her ass. Deliberately she rubbed her ass over his cock, back and forward twice. It was good to know this scene was arousing him as much as it was arousing her. He was breathing heavily, and her nipples were so hard they hurt.

  Gavan must have noticed because he teased and stroked both her nipples with his thumbs while cupping and stroking the undersides of her breasts with his palms. Her eyes were almost shut with need, but she caught the faint nod Gavan gave Taj. Instantly Taj joined them and unsnapped the button of her jeans.

  Gavan continued to pet her breasts, and Taj released the zipper on her jeans. He pulled it down so slowly the movement was almost imperceptible but finally he gave her jeans a little push at her hips, and they dropped to her feet. Taj kneeled down as well, freeing her legs from the denim and putting the jeans and her shirt against the wall.

  Taj moved closer to her now, between her legs, and gently rubbed his hands over her stomach and sides. The skin of his hands was rough with calluses and harsh skin, but his touch was light and gentle. The contrast was an aphrodisiac all by itself.

  Meanwhile Gavan stepped back from her just a few inches and unsnapped her bra, letting it fall to the floor before placing both his hands over her breasts again and lightly stretching her nipples. His hands were smooth, although not soft, and his touch, while not rough, wasn’t soft either. Assertive, she decided. His touch was assertive. He knew what he wanted, and there was space for her to object, but the basic assumption was that her body would agree with Gavan’s directives. Hell, he was a Dom, through and through. There was no doubt in her mind about that.

  “Let’s get a little closer to the mirror,” suggested Gavan.

  Nerida had no idea why he wanted them to move. She could see everything perfectly well from where she stood, but she allowed herself to be nudged forward.

  Taj settled her with her hands on the mirror, and then he tugged her pale blue panties down and off before he lifted her right leg up and showed her how to rest it against the mirror, so her knee was supported.

  “What the fuck? I’m not into yoga, you know.”

  Gavan was back behind her again, naked and wearing a condom. “Maybe not, but I do hope you’re ready to be pleasured. Taj and I hope to give you an orgasm each.”

  Suddenly an orgasm—actually two orgasms—was all she could think about. Hell yes, she wanted to come.

  “I’d be really disappointed if there was no orgasm after all this foreplay,” she said and then gulped as Gavan gripped her hips and slid into her from behind.

  Taj braced her right leg with his and held her pussy lips open with his left hand. “Watch. Watch as Gavan fucks you. See your cream? You’re very wet and juicy.”

  Nerida almost came on the spot as she watched Gavan’s cock slide into her cunt at the same time she felt him stretching her sensitive tissues. It had been a long time since she’d had sex, and she was very tight, but she was also very wet. The men had aroused her higher than she’d ever been before, and she had to take a deep breath not to explode as soon as Gavan filled her.

  Slowly Gavan pumped in and out of her pussy, and Nerida saw her mouth was hanging open in delight. It took all her willpower to close her lips and keep breathing. D
amn he felt good. So huge and yet so gentle. And the men were right. Watching him fuck her in the mirror made it ten times more exciting by adding the visual aspect to his touches and her own body’s sensations.

  Taj pressed his body against hers and pulled her pussy lips wider apart. “Look. The inside of your cunt is red now instead of pink. That’s because you’re hot and close to coming. See your cream glistening on Gavan’s cock? See how wet you are. You’re bathing him in your sexy juices.”

  Nerida groaned. She could see everything in her pussy. She wanted to close her eyes and lean back on Gavan’s hard body and relax, but she couldn’t. The hypnotic entry and withdrawal of Gavan’s cock held her attention, and she couldn’t look away.

  “Would you like to come?” asked Gavan.

  “Yes, please,” she whispered.

  He pulled out of her and then drove in hard and fast. As he did, Taj reached over and pinched her clit. The harsh little nip sent heat rushing through her body, and Nerida gasped as her climax roared through her right behind the blast of heat.

  “Look at your cunt ripple around my cock,” ordered Gavan.

  Nerida’s eyes had slammed shut, but she managed to crack them open just a slit and watch her pussy gripping Gavan’s cock in her release. Taj lifted her leg down so she could stand properly and then moved away. Nerida’s eyes were shut again as she breathed hard, trying to settle her racing heart. That had been an excellent orgasm. The best one she’d had in a very long time. Watching herself in the mirror had amplified the effects of the sex enormously.

  She opened her eyes again as Taj placed a chair in front of the mirror. He was naked, a condom covering his cock. A cock that was long, thick, and hard. Of course, he hadn’t come yet, even though she had and so had Gavan. Yet he’d helped and supported her in her orgasm. His talking dirty to her had also been an aphrodisiac enhancing the sex with Gavan.

  Taj sat on the chair, legs spread wide, held out his arms, and asked, “Are you ready for your second orgasm yet?”

  * * * *

  Taj grinned even more at the look on Nerida’s face. Her skin was flushed pink from her climax, and he knew she was still limp and wobbly from the release. He pulled her into his arms and sat her on his knee. He’d enjoyed assisting Gavan as he fucked her. He’d loved touching her skin, especially her pussy. But now was what he’d been waiting for. His chance to hold her in his arms and bring her to a second glorious release.

  He pulled her more securely onto his lap and held his cock at her cunt. He had to push to get inside her. Her tissues were swollen from her orgasm, but she was still very wet. And hot. As hot as hell and just as exciting.

  Taj gripped her hips and wiggled his dick deeper inside her channel. She mumbled a pleased noise and held his shoulders. Taking that as her acceptance of what he wanted, he withdrew from her and then surged upward again, planting his feet flat on the floor so he could use his thigh muscles.

  Her breasts were right by his face so he rubbed his chin across them. She opened her eyes and sat up a little straighter.

  “They’re hot and achy. Suck one please.”

  That was the first time she’d asked either of them to do anything. He grinned at her. “Feed me.”

  Her expression serious, she leaned closer and held her nipple at his mouth. Watching her, he flicked his tongue over the little bud, getting it nice and wet before sucking it into his mouth. When she leaned even closer and closed her eyes, he sucked more of her flesh into his mouth, pulling hard and then rolling the nipple all around his tongue before sucking her again.

  At the same time he pulled out of her cunt and slammed inside her again. I’m the king of multitasking, but damn, she’s worth it.

  Taj’s cock was full, and his balls were drawn up hard against his body and tight with the need to come. The warning tingle at the base of his spine was already starting to make his body fizz. But he had no idea how much help Nerida would need to bring her to orgasm a second time.

  Then Gavan had returned, and he was massaging her head and saying, “Open your eyes, Nerida. Look in the mirror. Watch Taj sucking your breast. See how he takes your flesh in his mouth? Doesn’t that feel good? Look at his thighs as he pumps his dick up inside you. He’s big and hard, and he fills you up, doesn’t he? But it’s so much better to watch and to hear as well as to feel, isn’t it?”

  Gavan had turned her head to the mirror, and as Taj slammed up inside her again, he watched Nerida’s eyes open and her face blush even pinker than it already was.

  Deliberately he let her breast pop out of his mouth and then tongued her nipple where she could watch him. Then he turned to her other nipple, sucking it and scraping his teeth over it as she watched. He covered it with his mouth so he could concentrate on pumping up inside her again and again. He was so fucking close to exploding he couldn’t concentrate on anything else anymore.

  Then she gripped his cock with her internal muscles, bathing him in a flood of hot cream, and sagged in his arms. Relieved, he gripped her hips tightly, holding her down on his thighs as he rammed high and hard inside her one last time, blasting his cum into the condom. He managed a few more gentle strokes into her cunt and kissed her breasts as he jetted again, and then he sat still and held her.

  “Damn, woman, you’re special. That was amazing,” he said.

  “You’re both pretty special, too,” she murmured, resting her head against his chest.

  Her racing heart thudded against his body. His own heart was still going fast as well. Their bodies were both covered in sweat, but he didn’t care. He was happy to relax and hold her. She was wonderful.

  Gavan helped her climb off him and took her to the bathroom, and Taj followed. Now would come some more fun. Washing her in the shower.

  Gavan held her arms as Taj picked up the hand shower and sprayed warm water over her, rinsing the sweat from her skin. Then Taj put the showerhead back in the holder and took his turn to support her as Gavan began to wash her.

  “It’s okay, really. I can do it myself,” she said.

  “If you really don’t want us to touch you anymore, we’ll honor your request. But we’d like to be of service to you,” said Gavan.

  “The Dom has to do the aftercare even when it was just sex?” she asked.

  Taj laughed. Her brain was back working again after her climaxes. Damn she had a fast recovery time.

  “Would you like the next time to be in the dungeon?” asked Gavan.

  Taj kept his hands slow and steady as he rubbed shower gel on her legs, but inside, his heart had sped up at the thought of seeing her in the dungeon.

  “I could think about that.”

  Fuck! She was back to not answering again. Hoping to catch her off guard, he asked, “How did you disappear from the dungeon last time. And why did you disappear?”

  “I already told you my life is somewhat complicated at the moment.”

  “Perhaps we could help you. Taj and I can offer two minds to think of solutions for you and two sets of hands and feet if you need assistance.”

  “I don’t need any help thank you. I just need to be patient and to work hard.”

  Well damn. “You do understand that we’d consider it a privilege to help you? To do whatever you need to get yourself clear of the complications?” asked Taj.

  “I understand that, and I acknowledge it. I appreciate your concern for me, but I’m fine thank you.”

  “What about another date? Saturday or Sunday. What would you like to do?” asked Gavan, turning the water off. Taj climbed out of the shower and picked up a towel, which he handed to Nerida as she joined him.

  “Don’t you have to work?” she asked Gavan.

  “I’d rather you chose the time and place that suited you, and then if necessary, I’ll swap shifts with someone.”

  She smiled at Gavan. “Thank you.”

  Damn, she had a lovely smile. And her eyes were sparkling greenish-amber now, whereas they’d been deep green when he’d been fucking her.

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nbsp; She stared at the floor for so long Taj started to worry that she’d refuse to meet them again. But finally she sighed and said, “Meeting here at the BDSM club will work. Seven on Saturday. Is that okay?”

  “Yes it is,” said Taj, relieved she’d agreed to meet them at all. Of course, he wasn’t the one who was going to have to rearrange his work schedules, but she was worth any amount of trouble.

  “Promise you won’t try to follow me?”

  “I promise, but I wish you’d let us help you.”

  She shook her head and went back into the bedroom to get dressed. At least she’d agreed to another date. That was the main thing. And it was on Saturday. Only two days away. Thank goodness.

  * * * *

  Nerida really wanted to hit the snooze button and go back to sleep, but Friday was a workday, and she needed to visit the Bailey and Bond library again. Well, to be more precise, she wanted to check a couple of ideas she’d gotten on LexisNexis and could do it free of charge from there.

  The reason for the early start was that she’d discovered the staff there tended to work late at night preparing data for court the next day, so first thing in the morning, she was likely to have the tiny, overcrowded room to herself. Well, herself and the librarian she supposed. She didn’t even know the librarian’s name. The woman was silent and discreet, never interrupting Nerida’s work, and the only words they’d exchanged had been along the lines of good-bye and thank you.

  That’s rude of me. I should at least call her by name.

  That was the only thought she had about work. All the rest of the way into town, Nerida was remembering the previous night and her two amazing orgasms from her two equally amazing men. She still found it hard to believe that they were both interested in her. She was so very ordinary. It was like something out of a dream. Well, her orgasms had been much better than any dream she could recall, and on Saturday, tomorrow, she was seeing them again. In the dungeon this time. Wow.