The Dungeon Fantasy Club

by Anya Summers

  She shook her head as pleasure battered her system. Chase shifted, releasing her breast, his mouth trailing open mouthed kisses up her collarbone and neck. His length poked against her side. She grasped his thick erection and stroked him in time with Zeke's thrusts, loving the feel of his member in her hand. Chase's lips landed on hers for a delicious mingling of lips and tongue. They were all connected, just like they had been last night. Chase thrust against her hand, moaning.

  "I want you to suck Chase off," Zeke ordered as he withdrew his erection and shifted her so that she was on all fours.

  Her body was awash with need, the desire to taste him filled her senses. Kara crawled over Chase until his erect member bobbed beneath her mouth. Her fingers stroked him, caressing the shaft, learning the contours, cupping his balls, testing their weight. Chase strained his hips. Their gazes clashed as she lowered her head and wrapped her lips around the smooth head. He hissed and trembled beneath her. The heady power of controlling his pleasure swamped her system.

  "Mmm," she moaned. Zeke's length pushed inside her warm sheath from behind, his testes smacking against her clit.

  Her tongue circled and played with the head of Chase's cock before she swallowed his length, moving her mouth up and down his firm erection. She grazed him with her teeth. Ran her tongue along the base as she hollowed her cheeks, giving him head in earnest. She took his full length inside her mouth, deep throating him until his member touched the back of her throat.

  Zeke's fingers dug into her hips as he pounded his flesh inside her tight channel. Kara felt Zeke's balls slapping against her clitoris in his fervent onslaught. Chase surged his hips in rapid succession, fucking her mouth with wild abandon. She performed a few more deep throat maneuvers that had Chase bucking his hips madly.

  "Ahhh, Kara," Zeke roared as he hammered her pussy. His cock swelled and lurched as his semen spewed in warm jets inside her channel. Zeke slowed his thrusts as his climax subsided. Withdrawing his softening member, he released her legs, moving and collapsing on his stomach on the bed next to Chase. Chase took the opportunity and vacancy in her body to switch gears.

  "Come ride me, gorgeous." Chase growled the command.

  Needing no further prompting, Kara released his cock from her mouth with a popping sound and crawled up over his body until she hovered over the stiff length of his erection. Rubbing her hips against him, she moaned at the feel of his length against her sex. Then she lifted her hips and fitted his member at the entrance to her vagina. She looked into his eyes; the dark liquid pools blazed with hunger, and lowered herself over his cock slowly. His shaft was thicker than Zeke's, stretching the walls of her sheath as her body accepted his firm member.

  Chase groaned, thrusting his hips as she set the pace—a more leisurely tempo. Reveling in the sensuous feel of him furrowed inside her, she canted her hips in a slow and steady rotation, placing her hands on his chest for balance. Chase's fingers gripped her hips, attempting to increase her speed. Kara grabbed his hands, re-positioning them over her breasts, and squeezed. He rasped his thumbs over her nipples and she gasped.

  They battled over who was in control of their lovemaking. Kara had the distinct impression that Chase didn't mind her small show of dominance. It only served to increase her desire, her body spiraling higher. In this position she was able to resist Chase's demands to increase the tempo. Instead she gyrated her hips, making them both delirious with desire.

  On a muttered oath, Chase moved his upper body into a sitting position and enveloped hers. His arms crushed her against him, wrapped around her form with his hands gripping her shoulders as he furiously pistoned his cock inside her. Her arms lay against his shoulders, her hands grasping his neck and holding him close, her fingers brushing against the silken stands of his hair. She gasped, her head tipped back. Chase's mouth was next to her ear, his grunts driving her wild. It was almost as if he was attempting to crawl inside her, his thrusts were so forceful and rapid. He overrode any control she had and overwhelmed her sensibilities with every hammered plunge. Kara's body splintered in a cascading groundswell between one thrust and the next.

  She wailed as the waves of her climax battered her body. The hot jets of Chase's semen caused another round of fluttering spasms. He continued sliding inside her until their bodies ceased trembling. Her body had melted against him. They remained in that position, wrapped around one another as their breathing and heartrates returned to normal. Chase was so solid and strong, Kara felt safe and protected, like no harm would ever come to her as long as he held her. She noticed the seraphic sensation of moisture suffusing her eyes. As independent as she had been her entire life, Chase made her yearn to stay within his embrace, to trust that he had her back and would always be there. He made her want more than a few mind blowing orgasms.

  Then he shifted, pulling her down with him as he lay back, nuzzling her neck with his lips, the stubble of his goatee tickling her. Chase adjusted her frame so that she reclined on her back, sandwiched between himself and Zeke, whom she felt turn toward her. Chase kissed her, his lips paying homage, telling her more than words ever could that he was just as moved as she by their joining. Chase snuggled against her side with his arm around her middle. Then Zeke turned her head and claimed her lips, and the barrier she'd had in place tumbled into the sea.

  He broke the kiss and stared down at her, a warm affection shining in his electric blue eyes.

  "Good morning, pet. Sleep well?" Zeke's deep voice murmured, his eyes so bright a blue they took her breath away, reminding her of the blue waters of the ocean near the Bahamas.

  "Good morning to you. Yes, I did, thanks. And you?" Joy welled inside her chest.

  "I don't know about Zeke, but I slept better than I have for a long time." Chase stroked his fingers over her cheek.

  "Me as well." Zeke murmured, placed a kiss on the tip of her nose, and slid from the bed. She felt his separation keenly, bemoaning the loss of his warmth, wishing they could stay in bed like this all day.

  "We have a wedding to organize, so up and at them, gang," Zeke said with a spring in his step.

  Kara groaned, she hated mornings, was typically more of a night owl, and of course Zeke had to be one of those people who were chipper the moment they stepped out of bed. Granted, they had just had some fabulous sex, but she usually needed a coffee to perk her up. Kara's muscles were tender and sore in spots she'd forgotten she had muscles as she shifted her legs. She hadn't thought she was that out of shape. Although in her defense, one didn't normally have marathon sex, and she'd been on such a dry spell that it shouldn't be any wonder she was a bit stiff.

  Zeke padded naked to the bathroom. She licked her lips at the sight of his firm glutes; one of these days she'd get a chance to hold on to them as he screwed her brains out. Talk about buns of steel. She shifted her gaze and caught Chase with the same hungry stare she was sure was stamped across her own expression, over his face and raging in his eyes—for Zeke.

  Was there something going on there? Had she been right about their tastes at least partially, picking up on a subtext they had not explained? Zeke had assured her they were both Doms. Chase was a Dom, wasn't he? Doubts surfaced as Kara studied him. Had she ever known a Dom to allow a sub to take the reins during sex like he'd done with her this morning? Even though it had been brief and he had sure as hell acted like it in the end, he had gasped and writhed underneath her, allowing her to be in charge of their lovemaking. It could have been the heat of the moment, but she didn't think so as the inkling of doubt wriggled inside her brain and took root.

  Chase noticed her watching him and his cheeks flushed, pinkening under her rapt gaze. There was a momentary panic that entered his onyx eyes, then he blinked and grinned, wiggling his dark slash of eyebrows at her. "So gorgeous, ready to get the day started, or shall we have round two?"

  Kara let it go, for now. It was clear he didn't want to say anything, but eventually she would discuss it with him. But not now, she didn't want to press him with Zeke
within hearing distance. The first chance they were truly alone, she would ask him. Her stomach took that moment to remind her that most people needed sustenance and she'd only nibbled on her dinner last night, too nervous about meeting them at the elevator. At the rumbled growling coming from her belly, Chase sighed dramatically. "Door number one it is, we can't have our sub wasting away now, can we?"

  "No, you can't. But maybe we can have a quickie round two in the shower. It will conserve water if we share, anyway."

  "I knew there was a reason we picked you." Chase tugged her from the rumpled bed, laughing. He towed her behind him, their footsteps in a playful hurry to join their lover.

  Zeke was already in the shower when they reached the bathroom. Without thought, they opened the door and joined him, where the two men proceeded to show her just how clean a body could get.

  An hour later, Kara and Chase stood with their presentation while Zoey and Declan sat in the music conservatory. Zeke was in his arena, the kitchen, whipping up samples that the bride and groom would taste in a while in order to nail down the menu they would prefer. Kara's digital projector illuminated a potential image on the wall. This was an over the top number that looked as though the snow queen had done the decorating.

  "I really like simple and elegant, so less flash, more substance," Zoey said with a hint of concern.

  "What about something like this," Kara murmured. It was always interesting to her just how much a bride's true personality could come out while planning a wedding. Typically, the style and theme reflected the bride's personal tastes. If they chose gaudy and flashy, the bride was usually more of a diva. Kara was so grateful that Zoey was anything but a diva.

  She appeared to be more the Kathryn Hepburn type, graceful and classy, preferring elegance over flash. Kara changed the slides. The latest image was all graceful; feminine lines with bolts of white fabric. It was a little frou-frou for Kara's tastes with the mountains of orange blossoms.

  "I like that one," Zoey said with the first hints of excitement in her voice.

  "But?" Kara knew they were on to something with this design. It would be tweaked though, to suit the bride. Zoey grimaced as she tried to pinpoint what she didn't like about the image.

  "Okay, imagine this setting: instead of the flowers at every row, we have Chase make some trees to line the sides of the room along the walls, here." She used a pointer to emphasize where they would be.

  Chase took over. "If we did that, we could carry over the theme of a winter garden on the walk to the great hall. I thought we could create a starlight canopy with white columns, and we could intersperse the columns with more trees with delicate white lights. In fact, if you like the idea of a starry night theme, I'm sure I could add some tasteful night sky lighting to the white bunting."

  "I love that idea. Declan, what do you think?" Zoey deferred to Declan. Kara noticed the love shining in her eyes as she spoke to her fiancé. This was why she loved what she did; she liked getting to see that true love existed even if it didn't happen for everyone.

  "I think that whatever you want, lass, I will be pleased with. I'm sorry, love, but I have a meeting with Paris shortly." Declan kissed her temple as he shifted in his seat.

  "All right, but you'll miss the menu tasting." Zoey kissed his cheek.

  "I trust your judgement." Declan caressed her cheek.

  "Thanks," Zoey murmured as Declan rose from his chair and nodded at her and Chase. His movements, if Kara were given to fanciful notions, was like a king granting his subjects guardianship over the queen.

  "I will help you." Kara winked at Zoey. "Maybe we can get your butler to help us with the tasting."

  "Great idea! And I love this design, you guys. Let's do this one," Zoey confirmed as Declan left the room.

  "All right. Here you go, if you could sign here. This says basically that this is the design you are authorizing us to move forward with, and then I will start construction on it today," Chase stated, handing her his tablet.

  They had authorized consent forms for every aspect of the wedding. They didn't begin to move forward with any part of a wedding until each decision had been signed for, and the cost for materials was paid for in full. Their retainer was paid up front, as well. The forms stated that the bride and groom confirmed the go ahead with the proposed selection, with a sizeable fee attached, payable upfront, should the bride or groom change their minds mid-stream. It happened more often than you could imagine.

  Zoey signed using the stylus pen on the tablet. "There we go." She handed the tablet back to Chase.

  "Great. I believe Jared has already received the batch of wood I ordered. I'll go check with him and then get started," Chase said, tucking his tablet under his arm.

  "Thank you," Zoey said.

  He nodded his head and then strode from the room without a backward glance. The man was certainly focused when it came to work, Kara would give him that. It was one of the reasons she had considered him such a valuable asset when she had still been on her own planning weddings. Chase had never once been late with a design or slacked off on the job. His focus and attention to detail was one of the things she had always admired most about him. Her belly fluttered. And when he turned that focus to pleasure… She shook herself from her thoughts. How could she want him again so soon?

  Kara forced her attention back to her client, saying to Zoey, "Why don't you come with me to my suite. We can take a look at some of the designs and items to order for the reception."

  "Okay, that sounds like a plan. I cannot tell you what a weight you are taking off my shoulders. Why don't I meet you up there in, say, ten minutes?"

  "Perfect. I'll see you in a few," Kara remarked, packing up her equipment as Zoey left her in the conservatory.

  A wistful melancholy settled over Kara as she, too, left the conservatory behind. The last twenty-four hours between her and her partners had been like submerging into a decadent dream world. It worried her that it all seemed so perfect and too good to be true. Now that Zeke and Chase had had her, conquest won, did they want to continue to forge an actual relationship between the three of them, or would they move on to the next?

  And even if they said they wanted a more permanent relationship with her, was that what she wanted, or did she want this to just be a slice of their relationship, and as soon as they left Scottish soil, return to business as normal? Kara wished she knew. All the questions she had before their interlude came surging back and made her question her decision to get involved with them.

  In her room, she breathed a sigh of relief at seeing that the maid had thoroughly righted everything and any hints of last night's and then this morning's lovemaking were gone. Kara was in the midst of arranging her sample books into strategic stacks, in order for them to move from one to the next item with ease, when there was a knock on the door. Her tablet sat at the ready so she could access consent forms and have them signed before moving on to the next selection.

  "Come in," Kara said, walking toward the door.

  Zoey opened it and met Kara rolling a tray filled with pastries, a pot of steaming coffee, and more. "I thought we could use a mid-morning pick me up, don't you? I seem to burn through calories here lately like a marathon champ."

  Kara giggled, feeling a bit peckish herself, and knowing exactly why her hostess was so hungry. "I think it comes with the territory."

  "Yes, I think you are right. Doms can be so demanding, can't they?" Zoey chuckled as she popped part of a blueberry scone into her mouth.

  Kara helped herself to a cup of coffee and one of the scones, as well. Just the smell made her mouth water. She took a bite and almost groaned at the crisp buttery layers with fresh blueberries. It melted in her mouth.

  "But so worth it, don't you think?" Kara inquired, taking a sip of coffee as they both sat down on the couch.

  "I do. My life before Declan was a tepid existence. How long have you and your partners been dating each other?" Zoey probed, taking another bite of scone.

 
; "Not very long, but we've known each other forever, it seems." It was hard to believe that last night and then again this morning had happened. That they'd moved their relationship past the friend-zone into a no-holds-barred-anything-goes arena which she guessed meant she was dating both of them. They hadn't really discussed anything beyond the 'we want you as our sub', as talking of any kind had taken a backseat to really great sex. What amazed Kara the most about the whole scenario was how, once she'd made the decision to be with them, how natural it had all felt, that it was really just an added dimension of their relationship that had likely been there all along.

  "That's nice. You're the first sub I've met who is shared by two Doms." Zoey's eyes twinkled in understanding.

  "I noticed that the butler, Jared, joined you and Declan in the club during your scene. Are the three of you in a ménage relationship? How does he feel about you marrying Declan?" Kara wanted to know this most of all. How did marrying one affect the other partner? Not that she was marrying either Zeke or Chase, but she had some serious concerns about the full implications of carrying on a ménage relationship. A romantic relationship was difficult enough between two people, let alone three.

  "Jared only joins us some of the time for a scene. I enjoy adding him to our love play. And Declan gets a thrill out of watching me with another man, one he trusts like Jared, but I don't know that it will be a permanent arrangement with Jared. We like each other, it'd be hard for anyone not to like him, but I'm sure eventually he will get bored and move on to another sub. Zeke and Chase though, it seems, want a full time ménage relationship. How are you handling that?"