by Josie Hunter
“Can I get out of bed now?” Rosa asked, trying to toss off the sweetly scented sheets.
“Not yet,” Robb said. He wrapped her up tighter than a mummy in a shroud. “We’re to keep you warm and still. Doctor’s orders. Three days of pampering, a couple days of experimental shifting, and then you can go home. In the meantime, enjoy everything and everyone Cattail has to offer.”
He gestured behind him, and her gaze darted to find the other faces behind her men. All her pride, her family… Tyler, Shane, Gabe, Dusty, and Cougar. Carly, Suzie, Bobby, and Lucia. They each gave her loving smiles before they filed out of the room, leaving her alone with her lovers. Or her soon-to-be lovers. Hopefully they wanted her as much as she wanted them. She made a vow to show them how much they meant to her. Just three days. She’d wait a lifetime for them if she had to.
“Sí,” she said, “three days. And then, my men, you are all at my mercy. There will be no need for safe words—of any sort. I’m ready to give myself to you all—mind, body, and soul. No arguments, no orders, no reservations. I hope you feel the same.”
Robb squeezed her hand. “We already belong to you, Rosie. We have for quite a while now.”
“That’s just what my heart needed to hear,” she murmured.
They gave her brilliant smiles, and she settled down into her comfy, familiar mattress and went to sleep, coiled next to her inner serpent.
* * * *
They had dinner reservations at eight with the Lucas family at Paradiso, but the four of them really wanted some time alone. So, at six, they left the hot light of day and walked into the cool, quiet interior of Clandestine. Rosa shivered slightly and pulled her gauzy shawl more snugly around her shoulders. Robb tucked his arm around her and tugged her closer.
Redwolf gave them a big smile. “Glad to see you looking so well, Ms. Santos.”
“Thank you, Red.”
Robb led the four of them toward the bar, where Jake already had a bucket of champagne and four glasses waiting.
“Cougar called earlier and said you were on your way,” Jake said as he slid everything toward them. He winked. “Enjoy yourselves now. And, Rosa…”
She turned.
“We’re all awfully glad you’re okay. It wouldn’t be Catamount without you in it.”
She gave him a grateful smile as Marcus and Steve grabbed everything. Robb led her to the elevator. They were all quiet on the ride up. When they began the walk down the hallway, Robb turned to her. “Your place or mine?”
“I think…”
Rosa walked a few more paces down the hallway to the second door, allowing her hips to sway beneath the silk tunic dress. She’d worn a deep rose color on purpose to highlight the kiss of the sun that had returned to her skin after several days of lounging around the pool, and she knew the luster had returned to her hair. She felt pretty for the first time in weeks. After being confined in a sunless, airless place for so long, she’d spent as much time in the sun as she could over the last few days. She felt healthy and alive and looked forward to each day with an intensity she hadn’t had before. She’d been up every morning with the sun. Her sleeping-in days were over. She had so much she wanted to do each day.
She wrapped her silver necklace around her finger then leaned back against the door. “I think we’ll go to your place.”
Robb pulled the keycard from his wallet and opened the door to his playroom. She’d never been in here before, and it was the complete opposite of her own. The rooms were painted in a dark blue, and the tile floor was black. A massive four-poster bed of painted steel dominated the room. Restraint hoops subtly lined the headboard as well as the top rails. His toy chests were antique items in black lacquer with red accents, and other pieces of freestanding equipment—an A-frame, a spanking bench, an oral pleasure chair, and several others things—stood throughout the room. Just looking at everything made her pussy wet. She’d used several of them on her subs, but that trap looked rather intriguing. She saw both Marcus and Steve staring at it with lust brewing in their eyes.
“Not today,” she said with a laugh.
While Robb uncorked the champagne, she strolled around the room, her hands drifting across leather and steel, wood and rubber. After several sips of champagne, she placed her glass on one of the lacquered chests.
She dropped her shawl to the floor and shrugged out of her dress. The silk slid from her body, leaving her dressed in only black pumps and a silky rose-colored demi-bra and thong. Her breasts were barely confined by the bra. They pushed high, her nipples peeking above the edge. She swept a finger into the deep cleavage, and three sets of eyes locked on the movement.
She swung around, pulled open one of the drawers, and removed a black leather paddle. She tested the level of padding and decided both her subs would enjoy the sting. She laid it on top temporarily and found three rubber cock rings in the drawer. Nothing fancy, but the simplest items often did the best jobs.
She stared at each one in turn, her gaze sweeping over their entire bodies. She saw a rush of heat flame in Steve’s eyes, and Marcus sucked in a breath at the sight of the cock ring.
“Strip now,” she ordered. As one, they began to unbutton and unfasten. She turned to Robb. “Is this going to bother you?”
He smirked. “Which particular thing? Watching you smack their asses, seeing another man’s dick, or wearing a cock ring?”
She shrugged. “Any or all of the above.”
He came toward her and skimmed his hands down both her arms. Then he gripped her elbows and tugged her forward. Her body slammed into his, her breasts smashing against the silky black shirt he wore, her nipples aching from the close contact. She tipped her head back, and he lowered his face toward her.
“Rosie, just watching you turns me on. I don’t give a damn what you’re doing or what you want me to do. I’ll wear one of your pretty little tutus if you want me to.” He pressed soft kisses along her cheekbones, and she went up on tiptoes, her head falling back as he kissed her throat, the tops of her breasts, and her naked shoulders.
She turned her face toward him and whispered in his ear, “So you’ll wear a cock ring?”
He drew back, his surprise registering in his raised brows. He really hadn’t thought she’d asked. He looked ready to protest for a moment, but then he smiled and said, “I’d do anything for you, Rosie.”
His words alone made her heart beat faster, but she gave him a cool smile. “Then strip, Mr. Jackson.”
His clothes joined the pile in a matter of moments, and each man stood naked before her, a trio of specimens any woman would be happy to call her own. And she could. These were her men. Her mates. Her panthers.
Each broad-shouldered, each with a wide, muscular chest furred with a smattering of hair, each with a trim waist, tapered hips, and long, lean legs. Their cocks stood at half-mast, each as beautiful as the next from Marcus’s rosy shade to Steve’s rich beige to Robb’s darker tan, all long and thick and pulsing with desire.
What a lucky girl I am.
Because she didn’t want to hurt them, she grabbed the lube bottle from the drawer and approached them, snapping a cock ring in her fingers. She prepared the first one then slid it over Marcus’s cock. Instantly, his dick hardened even more, swelling and thickening and rising high. She fell to her knees and licked his cock from his tight balls, up the veins, and over the ridge to the head. She swirled her tongue around the slit, lapping at the drops of salty pre-cum. His hands found her head, and his fingers raked through her hair. She lifted her gaze to find him staring down at her.
“That feels so good,” he said.
She cupped his balls, and he groaned. She rose and took his hand, guiding it to his cock. “Stroke yourself.”
She prepared another cock ring and approached Steve. His cock bobbed in front of him, and he gave her a cute little smirk.
“What took you so long?” he asked.
“Hmm…” She grazed her nail along his chest and pursed her lips. “Maybe you n
eed to wait a little longer.” She moved on to Robb, and Steve groaned, his head falling back on his shoulders.
“Oh, man…”
“Learn to keep your mouth shut, my man,” Marcus said, still stroking his cock. “Jealous?”
“You better believe it.”
“Quiet now,” she said. “You wouldn’t want me to bypass you again.”
Steve snapped his mouth closed, but his gaze followed her every movement.
Rosa paused in front of Robb. He gripped his cock in his hand and plucked the cock ring from her fingers. As he slid the stretchy plastic over the mushroom head and down the long, rigid length, he kept his eyes on hers, the dark sapphire burning into her like cold fire. When he was finished, he took her hand and placed it vertically over his length. He rubbed gently, and she allowed him to stroke his dick with her hand. Small droplets of pre-cum dotted her flesh, smearing with the movement. The smell of it was driving her wild.
He leaned closer. “Want to taste me?”
“Yes,” she hissed.
“Say please.”
For one moment, she straightened slightly and almost pulled her hand away, but then she smiled. “Please.”
“Be my guest.”
She kept her eyes locked on his and lowered to her knees. She opened her mouth and pulled one of his balls inside, sucking gently until she heard his groan. When she felt his legs quivering, she moved to the other one and sucked even harder. Then she pulled back and engulfed his dick in one swallow. His upper body bent backward as his hands wrapped around her face and he tugged her closer. She bobbed on his cock, pressing herself down as far as she could, so far that her nose grazed the coarse pubic hair at his groin, and then she pulled back until the head would have fallen from her mouth without the aid of her tongue holding it in place. She slid her hands around his hips and clutched his ass then yanked him forward, his cock sliding deep into her throat where she flexed her muscles and he nearly came. She felt drops of cum trickle down her throat.
His cock continued to pulse in her mouth, throbbing and swelling with the need to come, but now was not the time. She hadn’t finished torturing him yet. She pinched his ass hard, and when he winced and cried out, she withdrew, his cock dropping from her lips then bobbing up to hit against his flat stomach muscles.
She stood and went back to Steve. She lubed the ring and slid it over his taut, hard dick. She squeezed gently, and his knees buckled. She pressed her body against his and began to rub her flesh against his, the slippery pre-cum smearing over their bodies.
“Robb, get the paddle.”
From the corner of her eye, she saw him move toward the dresser. When he returned, she took the paddle from his hand, and before Steve could respond, she’d raised it and brought it down hard on his ass.
He jerked against her, his cock pressing hard into her skin.
“That’s for the smirk,” she whispered against his lips. She raised it again and brought it down a second time even harder. The sounds of the smack and his hiss echoed in the room. “That’s for the wisecrack.” She pressed a hard kiss against his lips and drew away as he tried to return it.
She stood back and viewed her handiwork. Three handsome men. Three tough panthers. Three very hard and very rigid cocks. And all hers.
* * * *
Marcus’s gaze swept from the dark tendrils of blue-black hair trailing over her shoulders to her breasts heaving above the rose-colored satin. He continued to look lower, glancing at her slender waist and the curves of her hips to focus on the bare pussy at the apex of strong, lean thighs.
“Mistress, permission to taste you.”
The smell of her was intoxicating, and all he could think of was his tongue dipping into the sweet nectar of her body.
She held out her hand, and he went toward her. He skimmed her panties down her slim legs then led her to the oral pleasure chair. He left her bra on because he loved the way it pushed her breasts together, creating a delectable cleavage he wanted to run his tongue over. In fact, he couldn’t resist. He leaned down and dipped his tongue between her breasts. She cupped the back of his head and pulled him closer. He tasted every inch of her exposed breasts then licked over the taut nipples hidden beneath the satin, leaving damp patches.
He helped her into the chair, lifting her legs and settling her feet on the footrests, until her lovely pink pussy was exposed to his view. Then he settled on the bench between her legs. The puckered lips, puffy with desire, flanked a dark rose hole, a hole where his cock had been but his tongue had yet to taste. Her swollen clit seemed to pulse above that hole, waiting for his lips, his tongue, his suction.
She gazed at him steadily, her dark eyes glimmering in the dim light of the playroom. Her tongue peeked out and slid over ruby lips.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked, her sultry voice sending a shiver down his spine.
His cock throbbed above the cock ring, the hot blood pulsing through the veins and forcing drops of pre-cum to the tip. His balls ached, and he wanted nothing more than to explode in her pussy, in her ass, in her mouth, he didn’t care as long as he came inside of her. But first, he wanted to see her face as she came from his mouth.
He leaned forward and swiped his tongue from the rosette of her ass to her clit. She shuddered and clutched the armrests.
“Again,” she said breathlessly.
Keeping his gaze locked on hers, he wrapped his hands around her ankles and did it again, only this time he dragged it as slowly as he could, watching as her breasts heaved with her pants. Then he speared his tongue into a point and plunged it between her pussy lips, licking at her inside, tasting the sweet, spicy essence of his beautiful serpent-shifter and smelling the unique tang of her cum. He fucked her with his tongue, in and out as quickly as he could while she clutched the armrests tighter, her hips lifting off the chair to force his tongue deeper. When her legs began to quiver and he knew she was close, he locked his lips over her clit, sucking the pulsing nub in short little bursts. When she cried out, she threw her head back and gripped his hair, and he continued to eat her, alternating between pushing his tongue into her pussy and taking gentle nips at her clit. She continued to vibrate, and the other two men came toward them.
Steve yanked down one cup of her bra and locked his mouth on her breast, clenching the other mound and squeezing. She moaned and thrashed, her head twisting back and forth against the leather chair. Robb took her face between his hands, stilling her movement, and took her mouth in a long, passionate kiss.
Finally she began to calm, and Marcus felt the pulsing of her pussy slow to flickers. At each flicker, he tickled her clit with his tongue, and she trembled again. He never got tired of seeing that.
Robb pulled away, and Marcus gazed at her swollen lips, parted breathlessly. She ran her hands through her hair and gave them a happy smile.
“What’s next?”
“We thought you’d never ask,” Steve said.
* * * *
He took her hand and led her to the A-frame, a steel structure shaped like the letter A and holding padded rungs at various intervals like a ladder, the rails getting longer as the frame widened.
“Mistress, permission to touch you.”
“Granted,” she said.
He ran his index finger slowly across her breasts, dipping into her cleavage. He ducked his head and kissed her skin, inhaling the musky scent of Rosa and the floral fragrance she wore. Nothing, however, could mask the scent of her pussy. Now that she’d come, her aroma hovered around them like a tantalizing lure they couldn’t resist. He’d have his cock in her pussy in a few moments, of that he was certain, but first he wanted to see her splayed before them, at their mercy, both physically and emotionally. He’d never wanted that with another woman, and it had never seemed important with Rosa before, but now that she’d been through hell and back, he needed to know she trusted them, that her ordeal would never stand between them and the love and pleasure they could give her.
He unsnapped h
er bra and let it drop to the floor, and then he guided her onto the platform of the A-frame, her body a long, lean machine of beautiful elegance wearing a pair of black fuck-me pumps. She tensed for a moment when she saw the Velcro straps, but then she relaxed and pressed her body against the leather ladder rungs.
“Just remember,” he said gently, “you can always call on your safe word.”
“I won’t need it,” she whispered.
“Tell me again anyway,” Steve said.
“Toucan, but I trust you. I trust you all.”
He lifted his gaze to his friends to find them watching her intently, but their hands began to stroke their cocks in the same slow, rhythmic pattern. Steve pressed kisses along her back, moving down until he’d planted several along her hips and the sweet curve of her ass, his tongue sliding into the groove between her cheeks.
“Your hair tickles,” she said with a laugh.
“Would you like to feel the flogger?” he asked.
She took a deep breath and released it slowly. “Not today.” She gave him a shy smile. “Maybe in a few weeks?”
“Perfect,” he said.
He began to adjust the leather ladders, putting one near her forehead, one under her breasts, one at her waist, and one above her knees. When she was comfortable, with all her major assets exposed, he placed her wrists in the cuffs above. Then he moved down, spreading her legs farther apart and binding her ankles in the cuffs below. He ran his hands over her smooth skin, from her wrists down her arms, over her back and ass, then down her long, wondrous dancer’s legs.
“You’re a thing of beauty, Rosa Santos. I’m going to fuck you now.”
“Please…”
He moved behind the A-frame, his cock hard and firm and pulsing with the need to come. The cock ring had done its job well, and the blood was pooling beneath the surface, tingling and hardening him even further as he stared at her bare pussy. He reached between the rungs and pressed his finger between her pussy lips, sliding it down until it entered her. He pressed deep, finding her G-spot and watching as she bit her lip and pressed her forehead against the leather rung. Her body quivered, and she tilted her hips trying for deeper penetration.