by Cara Adams
Then one of the guards escorted them up to the tenth floor. That made her happy. She loved the idea of being up high enough for a view out over the city, especially here in a nice neighborhood not all that far from the river and the heart of the city.
The realtor talked the entire time, pointing out every single feature of the building, the neighborhood, and then every room. Nerida ignored her and looked around herself. The main bedroom was plenty big enough for three people and had an entire wall of closet space. Her small selection of clothing wouldn’t even require a tenth of the area. Huge windows looked out over the city. That was amazing.
A door led into an ensuite bathroom, which was more than adequate for her needs. The second bedroom was a lot smaller, but still had the same awesome view, and the third bedroom, or office, was tiny but would fit her desk and computer, which was all she needed.
The living room was on the other side of a central hallway and looked out over the river. This time she couldn’t help herself gasping with delight. Already the streetlights and traffic lights were turning the area beside the river into a fairyland of colors.
“Do you like that?” asked Gavan.
“It’s beautiful. I’d never want to close the drapes.”
“You won’t have to. No building overlooks this side of the condominiums,” said the realtor.
Well, that was good to know. She didn’t like the idea of someone with a telescope watching her get undressed. A half-bathroom for guests and a kitchen with all the usual features completed the apartment.
Taj was looking inside the oven and switching the range hood on and off. “Do you like to cook?” she asked.
“I like to eat. Therefore I cook,” he said.
“That seems reasonable.”
Gavan pulled them both away from the realtor. The security guard was still standing by the door. Presumably he was waiting to ensure they didn’t leave with the drapes or the rug or something.
“Can you be happy here?” Gavan’s dark eyes bored into hers.
“Hell yes. It’s lovely.”
“Me, too. Thank you for finding something that won’t be a horrible commute.”
Of course. She’d forgotten that he worked on different projects all over town. “Do you have like a head office you have to go to?” she asked Taj.
“The office and warehouse storage is on Violet’s farm, but I go directly to whatever renovation we’re working on each day unless Darcy needs me to collect something for him. But usually, if someone has to go back to the farm, it’s Darcy or Raff. They like to check Violet’s okay.”
“That’s right. She works from home like I do, doesn’t she?”
“Yes. She threw over her job at the erotic romance publisher, and she’s a virtual assistant now. She’s always wanted horses, and that means she can go for a ride on them whenever she wants to.”
While they were talking, Gavan had been organizing to go into the realtor’s office and sign the paperwork for the condominium. This was going to be their home now. Hers and Gavan’s and Taj’s. And Lacey’s for the next little while as well.
I have to solve the riddle of who stole the money. It’s too cruel for Lacey’s life still to be on hold.
Chapter Eight
Gavan had spent as much time planning this dungeon scene as he had running around trying to find their new home. Their first dungeon scene with Nerida hadn’t been very involved because he didn’t want to frighten her or cause her to rethink being with them both. But today he wanted to do a whole lot more. He wanted to really teach her some of the deeper joys of trusting a Dom for her every pleasure.
He led the way directly to the dungeon he’d chosen, pausing at the door to say to her, “The scene starts now, sub.”
She bowed her head submissively. He loved the way she could be so determined about her work and yet ready to trust him in the dungeon. It was very special and made him realize just how lucky he was that she hadn’t kicked him to the curb when he’d told her he was a wolf. As well as his wonderful woman, he had Taj, a non-wolf, yet the best friend he could ever have wished for.
Gavan sucked in a deep breath silently and nodded to Taj to follow Nerida into the dungeon. She was already almost undressed. Taj removed his shirt and sweater and boots and socks as well. Gavan had told Taj what he planned, and he knew Taj was plenty smart enough to have guessed the ability to move silently would greatly enhance the surprise elements for Nerida tonight.
He led her over to the St. Andrew’s Cross. Quickly, he buckled her wrist and foot in on his side of her body while Taj did the same on her other wrist and ankle. Gavan walked over to the counter and opened the top drawer, where the items he’d requested would have been left. He took out a hood and a ball gag.
Gavan held them up where she could see them. “Last time the blindfold stopped you from seeing. The hood continues the deprivation of the senses a step farther. With the ball gag in your mouth, your breathing will change, but the hood over your head is going to muffle your sense of hearing. It doesn’t remove it like earmuffs might do. But it will diminish the accuracy and sharpness of what you hear. Tonight, Nerida, you’ll need to concentrate to work out what might happen to you next. But know this. I promise it’ll only be for your good.”
He paused, giving her time to imagine what lack of sight and sound might mean to her. Then he said, “Straighten your wrists and point your fingers in the air.”
She gave a quick smile. Damn she was smart. He hadn’t even mentioned her safe word and not being able to say it with a ball gag in her mouth, yet already she’d figured out what he was going to say next.
When she raised her fingers as far as they’d go in the cuffs he said, “Lifting the fingers of one hand means orange. Both hands are red. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her eyes were sparkling now, and he knew she felt relief at still having the ability to stop the game if she wanted to. Yet she hadn’t said anything herself, which proved she trusted him. He would never betray her trust, no matter what might happen.
He pushed the ball gag into her mouth and tightened the straps behind her head, and then Taj handed him the hood. It completely covered her head without any slits for her eyes or mouth. However, it sat loosely on her shoulders so there was no danger of her asphyxiating. Now it was time to crank up the tension in the dungeon. He wanted her on edge, urgently waiting for what might happen next.
Gavan knew Taj loved to play with the whips and canes. He wasn’t a Dom and would never use them on a sub, but cracking them in the air or hitting the counter or the floor was all he needed now.
Taj took one of the thickest canes, and when Gavan held up three fingers, he whipped it through the air three times and then caned the counter three times. Meanwhile Gavan returned to the top drawer and unwrapped what he suspected was everyone’s favorite flogger. The one with a dildo handle.
Meanwhile Taj had put the cane back in the wall holder and taken a whip. This time he stood in the middle of the dungeon to lash the air and wave it around in a very creditable display of mastery. Nerida would be wondering what was happening. She’d feel the air moving but not know exactly what would come next. That was good.
Gavan drew in a deep breath. Yes, already his extra-sharp werewolf senses could detect the faintest aroma of her arousal. Excellent.
Taj put the whip away, and Gavan began teasing Nerida with the flogger. He flogged her ass hard several times and then trailed the strands lightly down her back. Next, he laid several heavy strokes across her shoulders before flicking her sides very lightly. He made sure the strands touched the sides of her breasts as well before returning to flog her ass again. Gavan worked his way up and down her body until her flesh was pink with heat from the flogger and her arousal.
Her cunt was wet, and her pussy lips shone with her cream. That was another bonus of having shaved her cunt. Her arousal was much more visible to him now, and he could push her just a little bit further each time to heighten her need before giving her space to ease back onto the p
lateau. The more he could send her higher and make her wait, the better her orgasm would be in the end. He planned to make this one her best one yet.
Gavan flicked the flogger up over her cunt and between her legs, punishing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, and then he stepped back. Taj approached with a pinwheel and ran it down her spine. Her entire body shuddered. Excellent. She was getting more aroused every moment.
While Taj teased her with the pinwheel, Gavan laid the flogger down and picked up a light cane. Taj moved away from her, and Gavan whipped her ass six times in quick succession and then kneeled at her feet and teased the dildo handle of the flogger over her pussy. As he stood this close to her cunt, her arousal tugged at his dick, making it press hard against the zipper of his tight black jeans. But this was all about her. She was the one he needed to concentrate on for now.
Nerida was wiggling her hips, trying to urge him to push the dildo into her cunt. That was the plan, but not because she demanded it. Instead, he reversed the flogger and hit her across the cunt with it to punish her. He knew it would sting on her naked flesh, and then the heat would burn into her, making her more hungry than ever for a cock.
Gavan collected a jar of lube from the drawer, gave it to Taj, and then stood to the side of her and teased her arm with the pinwheel. He walked behind the St. Andrew’s Cross and, from that side, ran the prickly toy over various exposed parts of her belly and thighs. He knew she’d expect him to go to the side of her he hadn’t touched yet after that, so he deliberately returned to the first arm, rolling the wheel over her skin. While he was distracting her, Taj began to lube her ass.
That was the next surprise he’d planned. Gavan intended them both to fuck her here in the dungeon. This particular one had a bathroom attached. And then they’d eat, but only after she’d received the best orgasm he could offer her.
From the back of the cross, Gavan slid the dildo through her creamy pussy lips, teasing her naked mound and then rubbing her clit, doing his best to time his actions to when Taj wasn’t actually touching her. Her ass must be almost ready though, and the dildo had to be inside her before that happened, so he moved a little faster, sliding it all over her tender skin and finally inserting it slowly in her cunt.
Gavan stepped silently over to the counter and stripped his clothing off, grabbing some condoms as he did. In the corner of the room, a thick foam pad was rolled up and leaning against the wall. He unrolled it and dropped the condoms on it. By the time he returned to the cross, Taj was working the dildo in her ass, and she was wiggling madly. Gavan picked up the pinwheel and ran it down her back to distract her while Taj pulled off his jeans.
Together they released her from the cross, but Gavan instantly locked her wrists in handcuffs, and he left the hood and ball gag in place. This was all about teaching her that she didn’t need to do anything. He and Taj would look after her and ensure her pleasure.
They each held one of her arms as they walked her across to the foam mat. Gavan smiled at her uneven walk. The dildo in her ass was doing its job ensuring she remained aroused.
* * * *
Nerida felt like a computer with too many tabs open at once. Her brain wanted to dwell on the prickling of her skin from the pinwheel and the heat coming off her ass from the caning she’d been given. But she needed to focus on not falling over walking blindfolded, handcuffed, and with a fucking dildo in her ass. But then she also wanted to concentrate on which man was doing what. Having two of them touching her, leading her, directing her, was splintering her mind in too many directions at once.
And suddenly she knew that was the lesson Gavan was trying to teach her. She didn’t need to think or weigh everything up. He was in control. He would look after her. He and Taj would ensure she didn’t fall over and that she did climax in the end.
Once she’d made that discovery, she relaxed. Gavan was in charge. She didn’t need to do anything except obey him.
She was laid on her side on something cool but soft, and then Gavan was pushing his way into her cunt. She didn’t need to think. She knew which man was which by his smell, his body shape, and his touch. A blindfold made no difference to her understanding of her men now.
Gavan placed her handcuffed hands around his neck, and she snuggled close to him, allowing him to maneuver her legs where he wanted them.
Behind her Taj removed the dildo, and then both men were rearranging her legs again as Taj pushed his cock into her ass. She was so damn full and so incredibly aroused. Logically it seemed insane that when one man filled her to bursting point anther one could still join them. However, logic had to bow to fact here. That’s what was happening again now, just as it’d happened the previous time. Taj was wiggling his way deeper and deeper into her ass until his balls were pushed tight against her flesh and his cock was filling her completely. Just as Gavan’s cock filled her cunt.
This time they moved together, pushing in together, and then withdrawing from her together. She did her best to relax in their arms and just enjoy the amazing feeling of being filled and emptied with incredible intensity and passion. When they’d fucked her last time, she’d thought nothing could be more amazing than always having them moving in and out of her so that one was always there and she was never empty. Now she realized that this method of fucking was even more extreme, as the moment of emptiness made her wish for them to come back and the moment of compete fullness was almost unbearably erotic.
Damn they were clever. And damn, she was insanely lucky to have them both want her.
She longed to grip Gavan’s shoulders and hold on tightly. She wished she could pet Taj or tell them how much she was enjoying this time together. But in a way, not being able to do anything was doubly carnal. She was totally at their mercy, yet totally possessed and loved.
They moved faster now, slamming into her, and her own orgasm was close. She wondered if they were waiting for her to come first. If so, it wouldn’t be long at all. The orgasm deep inside her was growing, building, spiraling higher every second.
She’d forgotten that Taj and Gavan both had the use of their hands. Gavan pinched her nipple as Taj pinched her clit, and she exploded into a million pieces instantly. Her mouth opened wider around the ball gag, but only the faintest sound came out as she stiffened from head to toe and then collapsed into a puddle of satisfied woman as the climax roared through her again and again.
They held her tightly as bursts of heat back and front told her they’d come as well. Then they were removing the hood, the ball gag, and the handcuffs. She wiggled her neck and opened her eyes, blinking at how bright the light seemed after the darkness of the hood. Taj pulled her to her feet and led her to the bathroom she hadn’t even realized existed. The door blended in with the wall so completely she didn’t work out it was there until she was right near it.
As Gavan turned the shower on, she noticed both men were removing bright red condoms. “Red condoms?”
“You said red was your favorite color. We wanted to please you,” said Taj.
Nerida laughed. “You do please me. Both of you please me very much. I think I’m falling in love with you.”
Taj grabbed her and kissed her. “I’ve been in love with you from the moment I first saw you.”
“I love you, too.” Gavan pulled her into his arms for a kiss before urging her to get in the shower.
In that moment, Nerida knew she loved them both as well. Things were going to be weird and complicated for a while. There was still the whole issue of the fraud at Lacey’s company and whether it was the key to many other wrongdoings. After that, they had to get used to living together. Yes, things might be interesting for a while, but they’d work it all out.
“I love you both already,” she said, tugging them both back to her for a quick hug before stepping under the water.
THE END
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