by Cara Adams
“Are you ready to come with us now?” Jarin asked Grace.
“Yes.” Her voice was clear and firm. No hesitation there. Mark felt a burden he hadn’t realized he was carrying drop off his shoulders. Just going to bed with her and holding her would be wonderful. He could live with that much of a gift from her. But he couldn’t help hoping for so much more and it appeared she was willing to give them both more.
Mark stood in front of her and massaged the caps of her shoulders. “Are your shoulders sore from all that rope climbing? You climbed much farther than I expected you to. I really thought we’d have to pull you up most of the way.”
“The canyon was a hell of a lot higher than anything we ever had to climb at school, but the basic principles don’t change. It’s just a matter of holding on and continuing to move the hands and the feet upward, really.”
“And your shoulders?” he reminded her, still massaging them.
“They’re okay. I finished rearranging my apartment. Moving and using my arms helped loosen them up.”
Good. That meant they could tie her up if Jarin wanted to. He’d really like to whip her ass but there was no way he could tie her to the ceiling if her shoulders were still sore.
Mark opened the closet and pulled out his toy box, unlocking it and removing the shelf at the top where he kept all the very little things. He placed the shelf to one side and left the box open for Jarin. They’d shared toys before, but they’d never shared a woman or a sub until Grace, so it wasn’t like they had a set routine to follow here. Mark would just fit in wherever Jarin wanted him to. As long as he could touch and hold Grace, he’d be content.
Jarin went over to the toy box and held up a few links of chain. Mark nodded. That was a good idea. Rope might bring back too many memories of the canyon. Chain was better for tonight. He pulled a straight-backed wooden chair across directly underneath the ceiling beam, and Jarin handed him the end of the chain. He clipped the link to the eye bolt and then affixed the second one which Jarin held ready.
“Normally I would have a scene all prepared for you. It would be specifically designed to draw out all your emotions and fulfill you in every way. But tonight we couldn’t plan anything in advance, so it’s a little ad hoc. However, I want us both to pay attention to you equally. We want to chain you here and then we’ll introduce you to Florentine flogging. Only a little because you aren’t an experienced sub as yet. But I hope it will be enough so you realize what a wonderfully freeing experience it would be to submit to me and to Mark in the bedroom. Do you want us to chain you here and flog you?”
Mark’s dick was trying to force its way out of his pants. He wanted so much to punish Grace but she had to agree. It had to be her freewill decision. And for Jarin to suggest Florentine flogging was a gift to him as well. They’d be flogging her together, with identical whips and identical strokes, one on either side of her to bring her to orgasm together. It was a symbol of their perfect unity with each other. It was also a huge concession for Jarin to treat him as an exact equal. Jarin was very dominant and he’d been so good acceding to Grace’s requests. Now he’d chosen to offer equal status in this to Mark. Mark was deeply humbled by Jarin’s attitude. It was a huge measure of trust and he’d do his damndest to live up to it.
If Grace agreed to be punished.
Chapter Eight
Grace stared at the chains hanging from the ceiling. She pictured both men, naked, whipping her ass. Did she want that? Hell yes. Her nipples were hard little points and her cunt was pouring cream just at the image in her mind. Likely the real thing would be ten times better.
“Yes.”
“Undress then, sub.”
“Are you both going to undress as well?”
“The sub is not allowed to question the Dom. The sub needs to remember that the Dom will always put her needs and her pleasure first, therefore every decision he makes is the right one for her.”
“If that’s just a long, slow way of saying no, I have to tell you that this sub’s pleasure would be greatly enhanced by staring at your naked bodies.”
Mark snorted then turned it into a very unconvincing cough. Jarin at first looked quite angry and then grinned.
“Dammit, you’re a mouthy woman. It’s lucky you said I wasn’t to gag you because I’m telling you the idea is very tempting right now. Just strip please, Grace, so we can get started.”
Grace sighed and took her boots off slowly, then her jeans and her top, and finally her underwear. Logic told her they’d have to be naked in bed, but she’d have liked watching them now as well.
Mark and Jarin handcuffed her to the chains, and then placed a spreader bar between her legs, cuffing her ankles to it. She supposed it would keep her much more still, so they could whip her more neatly. She knew true Doms were very careful and structured about where exactly they landed their strokes so as not to damage the sub’s flesh. She wondered if they’d just whip her ass, or if they’d whip her elsewhere. Her thighs and her back, or her shoulders perhaps. She stood silently as she’d been placed and moved her head just a tiny fraction so she could see Jarin out of the corner of her eyes.
Both men were holding floggers. Mark stood on her right and Jarin on her left. Then they blew her mind by flogging her one after the other. With no rest or breaks between the strokes, they gradually moved down her ass, each stroke a mere fraction of an inch below the previous one. The precision must have been incredible and it all happened so fast Grace could hardly believe it. Except that her ass was hot and stinging with fire. That certainly made it real.
When they stopped, Grace breathed deeply, dragging extra oxygen into her lungs. That was amazing. But what was also amazing was how arousing she’d found it. Mentally, she was in awe of their technique. But physically she was filled with desire from the sheer carnality of being punished. Her naked body was here on display and every stroke they placed on her ass made her more and more ready to be fucked.
Mark came around in front of her, still fully dressed, she noted impatiently. In his hands was a bright-red vibrator. “Since you like vibrators, let’s see how this one makes you feel. Perhaps we should start with the slowest setting.”
Her legs were held apart by the spreader bar and she was very wet, so the vibrator slipped inside her pussy very easily. Mark kneeled at her feet, sliding it in and out, fucking her with it, rubbing it over her clit. But on the lowest setting it was never going to bring her to orgasm. She considered complaining but she rather thought that was the aim. She thought maybe they wouldn’t let her come until she was in bed with them.
Then she felt Jarin move behind her, his hands on her ass. She hid a smile as he began to massage lube into the muscle ring of her ass. Good. They were both going to fuck her again. She’d liked that very much. It was incredibly intense, and maybe she wouldn’t want it every night, but it had been very enjoyable indeed, and she’d had a world-class orgasm as well.
Once again she wished they were naked. It was hard to tell whether this was having very much of an effect on them. It was sure as hell affecting her, but were they being aroused as well or not?
Mark turned the vibrator up to a higher speed and began using it deeper inside her, then pulled it out to tease her pussy lips and rub over her clit. Every now and again the vibration made her catch her breath. Oh yes, this was better. But just when she was getting into the rhythm of it, he switched if off.
Once again she opened her mouth to complain and then closed it again. They were going to do something else. What would it be?
The pressure in her ass told her—a butt plug. Good. That would have her nice and ready to be fucked when they got to that part of the program.
Even thought the vibrator was switched off Mark continued to move it around, teasing her with it as Jarin inserted the butt plug. Only when the plug was fully inside her did Mark leave the vibrator alone and stand up. Well damn. That wasn’t what she wanted. She did notice the heavy ridge in the front of his jeans as he moved away from he
r, though. Aha. Touching her had aroused him just as it had her. That was good to know.
Grace’s nerves were on high alert. What would happen next? Was it time for bed yet?
Apparently not. A thin cane landed with a fierce bite across her shoulders. A heavy paddle made a dull thwack on her upper thigh. Suddenly Grace was introduced to the erotic touch of two more types of punishment. The paddle hit hard but spread the pain over a wide area. The cane gave a fierce bite but only along a narrow ridge of flesh. Applied together as they were now was a fiendishly effective way of driving her crazy with desire.
After only a handful of strokes Grace was desperate to be fucked. And then both vibrators were switched on, one in her cunt, the other one in her ass. Holy shit. The butt plug was a vibrator as well. Heat poured off her shoulders, ass, and thighs. Cream dripped from her cunt running down on the insides of her legs, and her cunt began spasming with release.
Grace hung there from the chains as her orgasm rolled over her, leaving her limp and stunned at the way it had occurred. She scarcely even realized the vibrators had been turned off as the men unchained her and laid her on the bed. The sheets felt delightfully cool against her hot ass as the handcuffs, spreader bar, and vibrators were removed. She watched as both men undressed, leaving clothing littering the floor, and then climbed onto the bed with her.
“Are you ready to be fucked by both of us?” asked Jarin.
She stared at the condom-covered cock just inches from her eyes. Grace licked her lips. “Yes.”
“Good, because I don’t think I could wait any longer,” replied Mark.
He pushed her gently onto her side, held her top leg up, wiggled one of his legs under both of hers, and then drove his cock deep into her cunt in one long, powerful movement. He was so thick and her tissues so swollen from the orgasm she’d just had, it was a tight fit, but he was in, and his pelvis rested firmly against hers.
He held her tightly to his chest with his upper arm, and used his big hand to spread her ass wide.
Grace knew Jarin would fit in there. They’d both fucked her just two days ago, but it seemed impossible as he wiggled and rocked his way past the tight ring of muscles and then pushed harder and harder to drive inside her. But as they’d done before, her tissues stretched and expanded, welcoming him into her heat as he gradually slid farther into her. Until finally Jarin was pressed tight to her skin.
Both men moved her legs around some more until they were both satisfied with the arrangement and then they pulled their cocks out of her.
Her ass was boiling hot against Jarin’s flesh. Her nipples were diamond-hard points digging into Mark’s chest. Her brow felt sweaty as she rested it on Mark’s shoulder. Grace bent her upper arm backward so she could pet Jarin, and then kept wiggling at her lower arm until it was free of the tangle of bodies, and lying on the mattress. Now she could curve it upward and pet Mark’s hair and stroke his earlobe.
The three of them were glued together so inseparably she didn’t have much movement, but she liked that she was touching both of them as well as that they were both inside her. She wanted to be an active participant, not just a vessel, and by touching them she fulfilled that need in herself.
At first the men paused for a heartbeat after they’d pulled out of her before they drove in again, only to repeat the pattern, waiting for a heartbeat deep inside her before they began to withdraw. But slowly, slowly they picked up the pace, eliminating the long pauses that made her want to scream with need. And still they moved faster and faster until they were jack-hammering into her and all Grace could do was grip hold of whatever part of them she could reach as a climax rose and coiled inside her body.
Graced longed to say something, to contribute in some way but her mind was incapable of stringing her thoughts together, and her body could concentrate on nothing but her impending orgasm. She was so close to coming. And then she exploded. Her entire body shook. Even glued to the men as she was, her body shivered and rocked between them with the force of her release. Her legs thrashed around and she was so close to screaming she sucked a mouthful of Mark’s shoulder to prevent herself from frightening the entire neighborhood.
Bursts of heat in her cunt and her ass told her both the men had come, and she was glad. They’d worked so hard to bring her to climax she was pleased they came with her. That, too, seemed to symbolize togetherness to Grace.
Jarin was the first to disentangle himself from the pile of bodies and then Mark. It was Mark who carried her into the bathroom and set her in the tub.
“Another advantage of being in a bed,” she said. That wasn’t quite right but he knew what she meant. Not that the sex on the rock ledge hadn’t been earth-shattering, but creature comforts were good, too.
“And we don’t have to wake up at dawn tomorrow either, whether or not it rains or dams have cracks in them,” added Jarin.
* * * *
For Mark, that was the start of the most wonderful week of his life. Both he and Grace rode out with Jarin in his truck one day. They visited with the company whose dam had a cracked wall. Jarin took pictures of the crew fixing it and the gullies and ravines already dry again after the flood for the Land Board.
Mark also spent several solid days working on projects himself, tabulating columns of figures, balancing expenses and sales, and sending back neat spreadsheets to the company he worked for. He knew Grace was working as well and he wanted to understand better what her job as a graphic artist entailed. Did she work for books, or websites, or advertising material? He needed to remember to talk to her some more about that. He wanted to understand her passions and support her in doing what she loved.
Every night they ended up in bed together, sometimes in his house and sometimes in Jarin’s. By the end of the week Mark was convinced he and Jarin need to plan a very special day with Grace and then ask her to mate them. A couple of weeks together wasn’t a long time, but they had known each other all their lives really, although Grace had spent long periods of time living with her parents in the city and then with her grandmother. But the link was there. They all remembered and talked about people and incidents from long ago. They had a shared history. And for Mark that shared history had been one of loving Grace, of wanting Grace, of adoring her from a distance for as long as he could remember.
Even now he took every opportunity to free her hair from the tight updo she always wore these days, and to let it hang down over her shoulders, framing her face and tickling his skin as he made love to her. Her hair flying free behind her was one of the key images he had from their past. Whether they were running, standing on rocks, or riding the dirt bikes, Grace’s hair had always blown out behind her, framing her face and her body, making her a golden angel in his mind.
That was the past. Sometimes these days he’d wrap the silky length around his hand using it tug her head this way and that when her wanted her mouth on his skin. Her mouth over his cock was the best feeling ever, but as long as he could hold her in his arms, everything was right in his world.
That night, they were all in the sunroom at Glen’s house after dinner, playing Chinese checkers, a game the old man had become addicted to when he’d gone to the shape-shifter clinic.
“I don’t understand what your addiction is with this game. It’s stupid,” said Jarin.
“You always say that when you lose,” said Mark.
“Georgia is coming in two day’s time, with Ethan and Nolan. Grandpa and Vassily will be spending time with them for a few days. I told them you’d offered them the use of your house, Mark,” said Grace.
“Nice change of the conversation there. But yes, sure. I’ll move some stuff into Jarin’s house tomorrow. How long will they be here for?”
“Likely only about three days. Georgia said that’s all it takes usually. They record all the information on the genealogy and then it’s put on charts linking the various werewolf packs. They aren’t really interested in individual people as such. They’re searching for patterns. For example
, has a pack had constant human input or has it been crossed with other species? Georgia said there is a strong likelihood the werewolves have consistently intermarried with humans and the packs that never did so have been absorbed into other packs or died out. But the more data they can get, the easier it is to follow trends and work out what really happened.”
“That makes sense.” Mark tried to think about his family history. Unlike the vultures, he hadn’t been taught his ancestral lines going back into history, but he could remember something of what his parents had told him.
Grace looked at him. “They’d be interviewing you and the other werewolves as well, Mark.”
“I was just thinking, I can’t remember back as far as the vultures. It wouldn’t surprise me if the vultures knew as much about the werewolves who’d lived here as I do.”
The old man laughed. “That just proves vultures are superior to wolves, boy.”
Mark looked down at the Chinese checkers board and grinned. “Not quite.” He jumped his pieces over a line of the old man’s pegs and won the game.
“Fucking hell!” groaned Jarin.
Grace laughed.
* * * *
Jarin encouraged Grace to bring a few changes of clothing to his house as well as Mark, so they could spend time together there while the visitors were interviewing people. He also made sure to stock his refrigerator properly, even going so far as to get Vassily at the general store to bring in extra supplies. Jarin knew Mark had done much the same at his house, ensuring anything the guests might need would be there.
Vassily had told everyone to come into town for a barbecue that night to meet the people from the genealogy project. Jarin wasn’t sure whether the Alpha of the vultures was genuinely offering hospitality, or whether he was trying to demonstrate his power. It didn’t matter either way. Grace would be there so there was no way Jarin would avoid the party.